Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

22 March 2010

calle ocho

My favorite part of any vacation is when I accidentally stumble into a place or an event that blows my meticulously planned agenda right out of the water, which is exactly what happened when I ran across the annual Calle Ocho Festival in Miami's Little Havana. My companion and I had no idea what were were doing, just that we should head towards Eighth Street because it, um, looked big on the map.

Who knew that "Eighth Street" was actually Calle Ocho, or that it happened to be the day of the famed festival? Well...hundreds of thousands of people. Ehhh, so what? I know now!

One of many men hawking meat on a stick...


Enjoying Cuban tamales from an open-air restaurant counter...
Fresh baby coconut water from a cigar-chewing old man...


Arepas!


Huge vats of paella being made and sold for a dollar...
...and so much more! You will love this festival if you've ever wanted to compare the rice and beans of a hundred different grandmas from all over Central America, snack on slow-cooked lechon with your beer, smoke a cigar that's been hand rolled right in front of you, play dominoes with your Cuban elders in Maximo Gomez Park, or just dance.

photos via me, except arepa lady via here.

19 March 2010

la sandwicherie

I just got back from Florida, freshly tanned and well fed. I spent a great deal of time in South Beach, surrounded by spring breakers, beautiful women, hairless men, and exhibitionist hobos. To ensure that none of these people go hungry or sober, the streets are lined with restaurants, hotels, bars and clubs with one thing in common: they're all outrageously expensive.

Broke-ness is a central component of the Lazy Hedonist's lifestyle, so I did a little detective work to find good values in South Beach and the surrounding area. Mistakes were made (i.e. a $50 tab for what was supposed to be a shared falafel sandwich), but I ultimately found that with a car, a flexible schedule, and the ability to say no, anyone can succeed in southeast Florida.

The car, especially, turned out to be a critical factor in finding good food. Little Havana in Miami Proper and infinite seafood along Rte. 1 in the keys had some of the best eatin' available. My personal favorite, though, was from a little sandwich stand called "La Sandwicherie," between Collins and Washington on 14th Street, right in the heart of South Beach. They're open from 8am-5am so there's absolutely no excuse to skip out on this gem. It doesn't really matter what kind of sandwich you order, so long as you get it with the works (lettuce, tomatoes, green and hot peppers, black olives, onions, cucumbers, cornichons, mayo) and for God's sake, don't skip the dressing. I didn't know what a big deal it would turn out to be, so I didn't take any pictures. Fortunately for everyone, their website has many.




A word to the wise - the sandwiches are not conducive to eating on the go and the French guys who serve them up are as tasty as the food, so grab a stool and enjoy your meal at the counter.

03 February 2010

terroir, Part 1: Cheers to Dirt!

Let's pretend for a moment, shall we, that I am not someone who has eaten Cup Noodles for breakfast two days in a row, but rather someone who savors the effect of terroir on whatever she drinks and eats. Pretending is fun!




The concept of terroir is somewhat familiar to most of us as it applies to wine. According to The Bible, is it "[a]t its core...the assumption that the land from which the grapes are grown imparts a unique quality that is specific to that region." It's a romantic notion, if nothing else. Unfortunately, it may not hold much weight. According to people like Alex Maltman, professor of dream dashing, the effect of soil on wine is not significant enough for humans to taste.

Fortunately, terroir is about more than just soil. Going back to more reputable sources (Wikipedia), it refers to "the sum of the effects that the local environment has had on the manufacture of the product." The jerk-of-a-blog (actually a pretty good blog) that told me that soil is not directly related to taste redeemed itself by concluding with this:

I think consumers can be led down a path that connects soil and climate to taste in a very direct way. It's at this micro level when the interplay of soil composition, aspect of the land, micro climate, vine density, vine age, cover crop, irrigation routine and winemaker interaction can be explored in detail and some very good estimates can be made on how they affect the final wine.


Hooray! Romantic notions win again!





There is a case to be made that some people get a bit carried away with their ideals concerning soil and taste. Take Laura Parker, for example. Her "Taste of Place" installation is meant to explore two questions: "How does soil touch our lives and affect our food; and why does it matter?"

In the installation, participants are given samples of soil to which water is added, apparently simulating new rainfall. They take a big whiff of the dirt, and then eat food grown at the same farm. I was initially very intrigued by the whole concept after reading about it in the New York Times Magazine's most recent year in ideas issue. Intrigued, that is, until I watched this video. The participants are just too heavy a mix of pretentious and hippie for my taste.

Still, it does seem like an installation worthy of participation. At worst, it would be an opportunity to taste for oneself that there really is no connection between food and the dirt from which it sprung. At best, it can help the participant gain an understanding of the relationship between farm and plate (or at least justify his trendy claims that this relationship is palatable).

This would be interesting to try at home. I hope the folks at my local community garden don't mind if I play a little Peter Rabbit in their plots this summer...

Anyway, everyone raise their glasses and stay tuned for Part 2: Happy Pigs and Laughing Cows!


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22 June 2009

cocktail du jour

rain and clouds may persist (at least in the northeast), but calendrically, summer is in full gear! so let's celebrate with a drink. today's cocktail du jour is sure to satisfy your every anglophilic and post-tennis whim. cheers!


PIMM'S CUP NO. 1



Pimm's
lemonade
ginger beer
club soda
sprigs of fresh mint
lemon and/or lime slices
cucumber ribbons or slices or both

mix, garnish to death with the lemons, limes and cukes, and enjoy! when i play a particularly bad match i like to ramp it up with a little extra gin.

21 April 2009

diner, williamsburg

you either love williamsburg or you hate it. both are probably warranted. anything that soars in popularity suffers equal backlash, and usually there's a little truth to both sides. so yes, williamsburg can seem a little stale and a lot overwrought, but it's fun. and last time i checked, people still go there. so i'm going to come out and say that i like williamsburg. by admitting such, i am automatically disqualified as a hipster, which leaves you with a predicament: now you don't have to hate me, but you probably won't trust my opinion either. the mind reels.

if nothing else, go for the food. well, go for the food if you're the type that enjoys cuisine of the free-range-grass-fed-hormone-free-organic-grown variety, which fortunately i happen to be. every elitist liberal buzzword can be found on the menu, unless the restaurant happens to be too trendy to have a menu, like diner.


like many restaurants across brooklyn, diner achieves its lofty status by serving great food while channeling the aesthetic properties of a dump. nooo, just kidding, diner -- you don't look like a dump, you look like a diner, natch!

creativity points: +2; williamsburg cliché penalty: -2.

i visited this fine establishment at around midnight on a friday. the kitchen stays open until 1am on weekends, (+1 point) and although it was crowded we were comfortably seated at a booth right away. (+1 point) our waiter was extremely friendly and attentive (+2 points) and we had our wine list, menus, and water right away.

there wasn't a wine under $32 (-4 points), and i don't remember what we ended up getting because it wasn't very memorable. i am of the school that encourages restaurants to put together thoughtful but affordable wine lists, and diner falls short on this point.

but it makes up for it in other areas. the dinner menus we were given listed one appetizer, one side dish, and a burger as the entrée. the recovering vegetarian in me suffered a wave of panic and started praying that, although we were in a diner car, the rest of the menu changes daily. and halleluja! a moment later the waiter was seated next to me, writing out the day's specials on the tablecloth. (+2 points) he described each dish as he wrote, starting with a sorrel soup and finishing up with the $36 steak of the day. we opted to share the soup, and ordered risotto and pork chops.

as soon as the soup came, i had forgotten about the wine. after the first slurp i decided it was too salty, but i was wrong. The sorrel and potato base was complimented by fennel and crème fraîche on top. once everything melded, a perfect balance had been achieved. (+2 points)

the risotto was risotto...there's not much you can do to make it better or worse than normal. the highlight was the use of ramps, which gave it that local/seasonal quality the restaurant strives for. (+1 point)

the great victory was the pork chop. i don't recall ever having enjoyed a pork chop before (remember, recovering vegetarian) but this was phenomenal. it was served with home fries, greens (with shaved fennel, of course) and tied together by an egg over easy. my fellow diner fell into some sort of eating trance from the first bite to the last, and then talked only of that pork chop for the rest of the night. without the egg, this would have been a very good meal, but because the runny egg yolk added so much to the texture and taste of the meat, it was worth (+5 points)!

overall i would say that diner is a good place to go with a small group of friends, maybe for a special occasion. it's a little too low key and noisy for an intimate date, but the noise level was low enough for good conversation over really good food.

total score:10
meaning of scores: undetermined.

30 January 2009

sushi

i don't usually get sushi for dinner. i always feel like it's not enough food, especially for the price. but everyone in new haven raves about miya's, and i finally tried it tonight.

i've always heard about how delicious and innovative the sushi at miya's is, but i'm of the school of thought where sushi is just sushi. yes, i understand there's a little room for creativity, but it's usually the same ingredients assembled into a roll. don't get me wrong, i love good sushi, but it's pretty standard fare.

not so at miya's. the chef draws from several types of cuisines to create his sushi and it makes it worth the price and the hype. here's the meal, in reverse order:

we ordered the japafrican queen roll, which is, according to the menu, "sushi created by african bushman to nourish them during their seasonal migrations. eggplant, goat cheese, apricots, avocado, pickled radish, scallions & ethiopian berbere spice mix, wrapped in our freshly made teff grain crepe." that's that spongy ethiopian bread! we also got a kimchee seared tuna roll, which was very simple, not at all expensive, and out of this world. it was made with tuna that was spiced with kimchee spices and seared at high heat to seal in the flavor of the kimchee but keep this inside raw. it struck a perfect contrast in texture between the seared outside of the tuna and the melt-in-your-mouthiness of the inside.

we started with tokyo fries and "it's the great pumpkin, miso" soup.

those are the toyko fries. they're really skinny and crispy fries served with spicy curry and tomato alioli sauce. the pumpkin miso soup was like miso with actual flavor.

we got a small bottle of the dragon lady sake, which is "ginger, lemongrass & clover honey sake. victory drink of lesbian chinese pirates of the south china seas. also popular with sorority girls everywhere." it was unfiltered, so it was cloudy, and came with a stick of lemongrass in it, which gave it an orangish color. it was amazing, but the sweetness overpowered the sake flavor a little too much. it was great with the meal, though, and i can understand how it could get you girl drink drunk, as advertised. next time i want to try the chinese firecracker sake, which is "aged hot chili pepper & citrus sake. painfully euphoric; contains over a thousand secret flavor components. the perfect sake to sake bomb. not for the meek."



the whole dining experience was very fun, and i would definitely go again next time i have a big budget and a small appitite. as far as creativity goes, miya's outshines every other place in new haven. as far as actual quality of sushi goes, though, i'd have to say that the jury is still out.

01 March 2008

pancake houses


looks just like an ihop, except the roof is green -- the color of money. welcome to the westport pancake house, ihop of CT's elite! westport, ct is so rich that they would never stoop so low as to have an actual ihop within its perimeters, hence the westport pancake house, or "whop" as the locals call it. everything about it is exactly the same as a regular ihop. flags from around the globe hang from the eaves, there are carafes of coffee at every table, and breakfast is served all day. except at whop you can find women with diamonds bigger than any home fry, old ladies draped in fur, and young j. crew models carousing over bacon and eggs. it's pretty great.
i've never gotten anything at ihop besides smiley faced pancakes so i'm not sure how the two compare, but i'm a huge fan of the food at whop. i get the stuffed crepes with homefries every time. they have a wide variety of fruity crepes, but their crepes stuffed with egg and cheese are the shit. the home fries have actual flavor before even adding tabasco and the coffee is bottomless. so if for some horrible reason you find yourself in fairfield county at breakfast time, and for some crazy reason you want to have breakfast without cocktails, come to the westport pancake house and restaurant!

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