Not to be facetious, but I was very thankful to have been seated in a booth. Those awful iron folding chairs are really not meant for people to actually sit on for long periods of time. I was surprised to see how spacious the restaurant was, but kind of put off by the artwork hanging on the walls. $3,000 for a small painting? Really? I just wanted to focus on the food and so I ignored the eery painting staring at me from afar.
I totally get Market's "schtick". It's fresh, some organic, mostly locally grown food that's meant to be different and surprising, yet simple. Market offers two menus, which change every week or two based on what's in season. A great concept. The one menu is a "regular" menu in that it offers appetizers, salads, and entrees. I noticed it was a bit pricey and began to read very carefully each offering. I figure at close to $30 per entree in such a casual atmosphere, I wanted to know what wonderful things they had. I was kind of underwhelmed at this menu. Then I checked out the "market" menu, which offered each individual small plate at $5/each, or four for $16. Much of what was on there was vegetarian. Actually, it was literally a plate of vegetables, tossed with a couple of ingredients, and the plates were in fact pretty small. Think garlic shoots, onion sprouts, squash, green beans...each with some accompaniments, such as brown butter, lavender sugar, or candied walnuts and lemon rind. It all seemed like odd pairings, and I was actually turned off. I didn't like the prices for what the food was (or maybe trying to be?).
I have a lot of restrictions, and since I have been sick on and off recently, I needed to play it safe. I asked a lot of questions about the food on the menu. Is this cooked? Is it raw? I took quite a bit of time trying to decide what I wanted. I needed that much time because there really wasn't one thing on the menu that I really wanted, that jumped out at me and said "YES!!!! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!". I searched and searched, and unfortunately most of what was somewhat appealing was out of the question because of my diet. So when I asked questions, the waitress wanted to know what I was getting at...she asked if I had food allergies. No. Then she asked if I had a gluten problem, and then began trailing off about how the chef can blah blah blah. She was totally wrong in her assumption, and maybe I was just so disappointed in the menu and my lack of options, I was not in the mood to talk about my disease. So I brushed her off with a "don't worry about it" and we were finally done with the convo. Note to any restaurants who may or mostly may not be reading this: the wait staff shouldn't assume and should be polite in asking if they can make any accommodations. That's all, plain and simple.
I decided to order the coconut chicken soup, thinking that it should be mild and easy for me to eat. The waitress was dumbfounded that this is all I wanted. "That's it?". Yeah. "Is there anything else you want?" No. Now I'm just annoyed. I sipped on the frozen mint lemonade that she had already brought me. Then she came back to the table with a basket of popcorn, another delicious thing I can't eat. I sat in slight misery wondering what I was going to be munching on later.
My poor friends, they felt really bad. I felt bad because I know they've eaten there before and really liked it. But, my belly is a-blazin' and so it was a tough call.
In any event, the soup was brought out with their appetizers even though I ordered it as my dinner. The soup was in fact delicious, thick and creamy with a crispy jasmine rice ball in the center. One thing that wasn't specified on the menu though: it was very hot. Spicy, not temperature. It came to me lukewarm but the spice hit me right in the back of my throat. Guess what my doctor told me to avoid, especially lately? Spicy food. I hadn't expected it to be that thick or spicy, so my bad. I took out the rice ball and the chicken and ate that separately, and sucked down as much lemonade as I could to quell the burning hole in the back of my throat. I was upset that I had no dinner, and that the small bowl of soup was $9. Who knows how much that lemonade was.
I tried my friend's smoked mozzarella ravioli, and it was also delicious, though I'm not a fan of al dente pasta, especially in ravioli form. Her husband's mac and cheese was yummy and very heavy on the smoked gouda. It also contained carrots and peas.
Finally, since I was so hungry, I figured I'd order dessert. The chai rice pudding sounded so good, and I've been craving rice pudding lately. The flavor was again delicious, but I hated the texture. Where's the 'pudding' part of the rice pudding? It was like eating yummy sticky rice with a dollop of whipped cream on top. I like rice pudding with more moisture than this and thankfully the rice was cooked perfectly.
I really wouldn't go back to Market. I appreciate what they're trying to do, but I can't stomach dropping that much money on the food that they're serving. Maybe my diet limits me too much, but I can usually find something satisfying on any menu despite my limitations. Do yourself a favor and try the other market in Montclair. It's on Saturdays and features all sorts of goodies, the only glitch is that you have to take home what you purchased and make it yourself. At the end of the day, it's more affordable and most likely a lot more satisfying.
Service: ***
Ambiance: **
Food: **1/2
Overall: **1/2