"Verdict: Literal smoke and mirrors. Skip it. By the third time your server at 11 Tigers brings a blowtorch to your table, you’ll wonder why they don’t just save everyone some time and get a fog machine. Generating smoke is the preferred party trick at this Thai and Japanese-inspired in the East Village. They torch uni, ribeye, and cocktails right at your table, as if assisting with content creation is now a requirement for good service. The food here is unmemorable, but this pseudo-speakeasy is more of a scene than a restaurant anyway. Think of this place as a social club where much of the crowd looks like they still had fake IDs mere months ago." - neha talreja
