I’ve been really getting away from the DC restaurant review theme lately. Still kind of recovering from being away, I’ve been spending a lot of time eating at a lot of my regular spots and learning how to drink, sorta.
Something that I tend to neglect a lot in my reviews is the bread and butter that comes out at the beginning of the meal. It’s something important, but I think as an Asian person I tend to neglect it. We never really ate bread with meals growing up. Though I remember in my younger years I loved myself a cold butter sandwich, which in retrospect is totally disgusting. Luckily I make up for those coronarily-taxing years since I maybe use a pound of butter at home in a year. But a lot can be said for attention to detail when butter/spreads are brought out for bread now. Is the butter cold and hard, or lovely and soft? Is the bread good or a complete waste of calorie consumption? Georgia Brown’s does a nice job of providing corn muffins and biscuits going along with their southern food theme. Neither is mindblowing, part of that being I think I’ve grown to love Popeye’s butter-sprayed biscuits with their crispy, buttery, salty bottoms. The butter at Georgia Brown’s is funny, since it comes in a little round tub with a piped butter rosette on top. It’s soft and whipped, but not particularly flavorful. At Alinea, the butter is in beautiful little quenelles made with special milk. Not to say that should happen at every restaurant, but it was nice. Continue reading
This is so hilarious, and it sounds a lot like my childhood.
Restaurant Kolumbia, $9 bar lunch. Burger with bleu cheese and herb butter. Mmm… bleu cheese on burgers. Yummy, juicy and leaky.
I saw my homeless man at Giant. He had a camcorder. I don’t really understand so much. He had a lot of sandwich board kind verbiage all on his clothes. I wonder if he thought I was the antichrist.
If you’re in See’s in California look for Pecan Royals. Slightly salted pecans with vanilla caramel. Can’t find them at the kiosks here, but they have them in bags at the airport. Sell them by the pound at the stores. Also check out the Ginger Krispys.It’s almost Derby time. Derby pie with bourbon-flavored whipped cream. Yeah.
Thinking summery food thoughts: Strawberry mint lemonade. Crepes with fresh strawberries and fresh whipped cream. Ginger limeade. Potato salad with wasabi mayo and edamame. Cucumber salad. Lemongrass beef. Shandies. Crabs.
Anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis, knows that it’s quite rare that I make harsh judgements, especially because I frequently only have the opportunity to visit a restaurant once. But my meal at Ame had me walking away angry. Ame is one of the top ten restaurants in San Francisco according to the San Francisco Chronicle. In general, I trust Michael Bauer’s opinion, but good God, I really feel like the ball was dropped on this one. To rank in the top ten in SF, I think consistency is the name of the game. Continue reading
After my last visit, and my discussion with my bud, Bill Addison, I knew that it was crucial to hit a taqueria this time around. Bill wrote an article reviewing an insane number of taquerias. So armed with his top 20, we all figured that Cactus Taqueria in Oakland was probably the geographically and culinarily-optimal choice. There is a Cactus Taqueria in Berekeley, but according to the article it isn’t as good. We rolled up to Cactus, and it looked a lot like Chipotle. So I wasn’t quite sure what I was in for. I felt certain there would be some disappointment. Well, disaster averted. Cactus came through like a champ.
I ordered a carnitas chile verde taco and a horchata. The pork was tender, moist and delicious. Perfect, tender pinto beans. The chile verde was bright, and then the flavors were heightened with a selection of pineapple habanero and other salsas with a smattering of queso fresco. Man… it was sooo good. The horchata was also excellent – smooth and milky with a perfect hint of cinnamon.
Just to compare I stopped at Andale, a kiosk at SFO. Okay not exactly an optimal comparison, but it was pretty darned ugly. Dry pork, lackluster filling. The horchata tasted like pink bubble gum. Disgusting. I took two sips, decided that I did not need to pay twice, and binned that sucker.