Ma.dé, a cozy Nolita gem by chef Cedric Vongerichten, showcases vibrant seafood and vegetable dishes with sunny, beachy vibes and creative flair.
"ma•dé, meaning 'second-born child', is a restaurant opened by Cédric and Ochi Vongerichten next to Wayan. It features fresh seafood and vegetables with inspiration from Bali’s sandy beaches, continuing the couple’s exploration of Indonesian flavors with a modern twist." - Michael He
"A memorable dining experience with her parents and a chance encounter with James Kent." - Michael He
"It may be located in SoHo, but Ma•dé looks and feels every bit the Balinese beach club. This spot, which translates to "second born" in Balinese (Sister spot and "first born" is nearby Wayan), is the latest from Chef Cédric Vongerichten and wife Ochi Latjuba Vongerichten. It is a tribute to their love for the Indonesian archipelago, with everything from collected shells and tiles to handpicked glassware sourced directly. The food is as sunny and pleasant as the setting. Snack on a bowlful of crispy-fried artichoke hearts with a side of basil, black olive and lemon aioli, then delight in the Ma·dé chirashi, presented in an etched wine glass with cubes of tuna and trout over kombu-braised potatoes for a dish that is as delicious as it is stunning." - Michelin Inspector
"He and Ochi loved the area so much that next door, they recently opened ma•dé, meaning second-born child. It features fresh seafood and vegetables with inspiration from Bali’s sandy beaches." - Michael He
"Whether you’re preparing for your next seaside vacation or just patiently awaiting the new season of White Lotus , let Ma-dé’s pastel mermaid chic and fresh scallops take you away from whatever hot pile of trash you had to pass by to get there. Unlike its sister restaurant Wayan next door, Ma-dé doesn’t officially identify as Indonesian. But the Southeast Asian influences are there, with things like sambal and calamansi making appearances in their kaleidoscopic seafood and vegetable plates, some served on Indonesian dinnerware. With all that rattan around you and a beach party soundtrack to set the mood, you can almost smell the sea salt. But we wouldn’t sniff too hard. You’re still in Manhattan. Lose yourself in another makrut lime cocktail instead. " - Neha Talreja