• 31Oct

    main_hd1.gifThis guest blog is by Erin over at at The Kitchenette
    It’s a term that has been tossed around in the news lately describing confident but passionate men such as Bono and Barack Obama. Unlike the metro, the ubersexual is more sensual and not at all self-conscious: he doesn’t need other people to tell him he’s sexy, he knows it. As advertising giant JWT described in their recent article naming the “Top Ten Ubersexuals,” ubers have better things to do than “plan their errands around which shop windows offer the best reflection.”
    And what does all this have to do with the recently opened fine arts exhibit at Palette restaurant in the Madison Hotel? It wants to be ubersexual so bad: passionate about causes and principles and artists like Ellsworth Kelly and Robert Rauschenberg, both featured in the exhibit. But the décor defines metrosexual dead-on: mostly passionate about itself.
    The exhibit on the walls of Palette in the Madison Hotel near the McPherson Square Metro station showcases pieces from the Ralls Collection, a privately owned modern art gallery in Georgetown. Maybe you’d recognize the fire engine red, metallic sculpture shaped like a backwards seven out front of the Ralls? The uber-modern gallery donated several pieces by artists including: Philip Guston, Ellsworth Kelly, Malcolm Morley, Robert Rauschenberg, Dorthea Rockburne, James Rosenquist and Richard Serra.
    Most resemble splatter paint, but they do faultlessly match the restaurant’s chic space. The interior design of Palette is sophisticated with black-trimmed, crème-colored chairs, and noticeably swank with frosted seafoam green glass and light fixtures hanging over the bar. Although Palette does get points for combining haute art with haute cuisine, a rarity in DC, it seems to reach for something it’s not. The uberhaute design clashes with the colonial-styled Madison Hotel built back in1963.
    Perhaps the hotel was suffering a mid-life crisis and Palette was the answer? Like an obvious face-lift, the Madison tried so hard to look younger when Palette opened back in January 2004. At the restaurant’s unveiling, head chef Charlie Hansji served caramelized tomatoes with black olive ice cream. Within a month, he was replaced. Palette’s rocky start demonstrates the metrosexual notion of trying to be hip without remembering to be timeless and comfortable. People thought the chef was almost mocking fusion cooking with his peculiar combinations. Tom Sietsema gave the Palette just one star when he first reviewed the restaurant last year.
    Ubers confidently make the right decision no matter what others think. They exude poise and an uncompromising style, whereas metros deliberately reach for aloofness. Metros memorize the variations of olives and flaunt their Venti Starbucks soy mochas ostentatiously. Metros cannot think for themselves, which makes it easy to value brands over brains. Palette is stylish yes, but it still seems to be searching for an identity within the timeless Madison.
    (1155 15th Street, NW, 202.587.2700) http://www.palettedc.com/contact.htm

  • 26Oct

    smorgaslogo.gifIn our usual self-congratulatory fashion, we’re proud to announce that today is the second anniversary of the Smorgasblog Media Empire, the very loose comglomerate of blogs encompassing DCFUD, Thrown for a Loop, Live from the Third Rail, and two blogs emeritus: DCSOB and Pretending Along.
    So thanks to all our loyal readers who’ve been with us since the beginning, back in the days when rj3 almost got fired for his personal blogging and decided that, in retaliation, we should create the “Venn diagram of group blogs”. And Smorgasblog was born.
    Since then, rj3 has resigned as DCSOB and moved on to the windy city, taking his blog with him. Zaf came along and started DCFUD. And the rest is, well, history.
    We couldn’t have done it without our loyal writers (on the sidebar), including stand-up stand-in editor mjf. So thanks to everyone.
    And in our continual spirit of slowly taking over an incredibly small corner of the blog-o-sphere, we’re always interested in looking for more bloggers and group blogs. If you have an idea for a great group blog or are interested in joining as a writer for DCFUD or another blog, feel free to drop us a line. Direct emails to the dcfud.writers@gmail.com address, as we’re too lazy to open another gmail account at the moment.

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  • 25Oct

    liver1.jpg
    Over the weekend, I got a craving for chopped liver, the way my grandmother makes it. I know that chopped liver has few fans outside of the Jewish retiree community, but I grew up in Eastern Europe, so it’s a taste I acquired as a child. Having recently purchased my very first food processor, I realized that nothing was standing in my way. Nothing except my hatred of touching raw meat

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    Since I was craving chopped liver, and seriously contemplating making it, you can probably guess that I’m not a vegetarian. But touching raw meat just grosses me out. I know this isn’t a terribly eloquent of putting it, but: raw meat is totally gross. I never deal with it. I either cook vegetarian dishes or buy my meat already prepared. Thinking back over the past three years, I can recall only one occasion on which raw chicken entered my kitchen.

    My squeamishness with raw meat is a problem I would like to overcome. So like an acrophobe who hopes to cure his fears by visiting a skyscraper’s observation deck, I walked over to Safeway and purchased a package of raw chicken livers and an onion. I knew I would have a problem when I had trouble taking the package out of the supermarket’s meat case. It looked wet and a bloody and I just didn’t want to touch it. Hoping to minimize my contact with the package, I walked back to the produce section, got a plastic bag (which should really be provided over by the meat section as well) and used the bag to get the livers out of the case.

    After getting home, I took a deep breath and dumped the package out of the plastic bag into the sink. I took another deep breath and pulled open the lid. One more deep breath and I was handling a chicken liver. It was slippery. And unlike raw chicken, which doesn’t smell like roasted or baked chicken, raw chicken livers smelled a bit like cooked chicken livers. And did I mention it was slippery? Oh, and also quite bloody. I wondered if this is how a human liver feels to a surgeon. Then I thought, “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti.”

    I managed to stop thinking long enough to clean off the livers and dump them into some boiling water. While the meat was cooking, I neurotically cleaned anything that came in contact with the raw chicken. Part of the grossness of raw meat is that I am convinced that I will almost definitely die of salmonella if it enters my kitchen. Chicken livers take about 15 minutes to cook, and I spent most of that time scrubbing.
    My family’s recipe for chopped chicken livers includes only a few ingredients: chicken livers, fried onions and cooked carrots. I also had some white mushrooms around, so I decided to make two batches, one with onions and carrots and the other with onions and mushrooms.

    Grandma’s Chopped Liver

    • Half a container of raw chicken livers
    • A quarter of a large white onion
    • 5-6 baby carrots
    • Olive oil

    Grandma’s (Modified) Chopped Liver

    • Half a container of raw chicken livers
    • A quarter of a large white onion
    • 8-10 white mushrooms
    • Olive oil

    Using olive oil, I fried up some onion and mushrooms while boiling a few baby carrots and the liver. Once everything was ready, I dumped the ingredients of the first batch into the food processor and used the “pulse” button until all of the ingredients were smoothly blended together. After cleaning out the food processor, I blended the second batch. The chopped liver made with carrots was softer and lighter in color while the batch with the onions and mushrooms was darker and had a rougher texture. I though that I had added too much carrot to the first batch, and assumed that it would be obvious once I tasted it, but was surprised by how unobtrusively the carrots blended into the livers. I couldn’t taste them at all. Both batches were quite delicious, although having gone through the trauma of touching the raw chicken livers took a lot of thefun out of eating the final product.

    And so, my latest adventures with raw meat did not help me get over my squeamishness. This acrophobe may never set foot on an observation deck again. In fact, the experience only served to further my progression to vegetarianism. If I am this bothered by preparing a meal, should I really be forcing myself to prepare it? For me, the answer is no. Next time, I’m making a nice chickpea salad.

    -NM

  • 24Oct

    masthead_puff_box.jpg As I have declared Thanksgiving season officially open on my other blog, I want to start the discussion over here as well. I was so inspired by the nippy fall weather this weekend that I roasted a chicken with some acorn squash. Thanksgiving is less than a month away and I am chomping at the bit to start the cooking. While all the hoopla at Thanksgiving may be about the turkey (or pumpkin pie for some), we still need to take into account the vegetarian option. This is where Pepperidge Farm comes into play. Their puff pastry shells are the perfect receptacle for a vegetarian filling. This makes a vegetarian entree that is not just an option but something the meat eaters want to get their grubby paws on. The only problem is when the meat eaters start hogging the stuff pastry shells. Basically, all you have to do is bake the shells according to directions, pull of the top, and fill. Here are two fillings that go great in the shells:
    Marsala mushroom filling
    1 tablespoon butter
    1 tablespoon olive oil
    1 medium onion, sliced
    1 clove of garlic, chopped
    1 pound of mushrooms (can be a mixture of portobellos, cremini, button, shitake) chopped into large chunks
    1/2 teaspoon thyme
    1/2 teaspoon rosemary
    1/2 cup of marsala (or white wine)
    1 tablespoon honey
    1/4 cup cream or sour cream (optional)
    salt and pepper to taste
    Saute onion and garlic together in the butter and oil until soft and translucent add 1/2 teaspoon of salt and a shake of pepper. Add mushrooms and saute for 10 minutes. Add seasonings, herbs and honey and saute another 5 minutes. Splash the wine in and stir until the mixture has reduced and thickened (should be a gravy consistency). Add cream/sour cream for richness.
    Root vegetable filling
    2 tablespoons butter
    1 medium onion, sliced
    1 clove of garlic, chopped
    3 cups root vegetable chopped into large chunks (carrots, parsnips, butternut squash, sweet potatoes etc)
    1/2 teaspoon thyme
    2 tablespoons flour
    Pinch of nutmeg
    1/2 cup of milk (or cream)
    1/2 cup of gruyere cheese
    Saute onion and garlic together in the butter until soft and translucent add 1/2 teaspoon of salt and a pinch of pepper. Add the root vegetablesand thyme and saute for about 10 minutes (until the vegetables have soften a bit but still hold their shape). Add the flour and nutmeg and stir until the mixture is coated with flour. Add the milk and stir thoroughly until the mixture has thickened and then add the cheese. Stir until the cheese has been incorporated into the mixture and then pour into the puff pastry shells.

  • 23Oct

    mcd.jpgLoosely continuing our theme of “best restaurants,” we present to you the Discovery Travel Channel’s top ten “best fast food restaurants”.
    #8 on the list is the Subway at the Pentagon. Why, you ask? The list’s authors say it’s because you have to have a security clearance to get through the doors. Which, incidentally, isn’t actually true. You just have to have a friend who has a security clearance who invites you to each lunch with them at the Pentagon, as zaf can attest to.
    The rest of the list includes Arby’s in Hickory, N.C., which attracts more than 1,000 bikers to hang out there weekly; a Burger King in Buenos Aires, Argentina, which boasts “sky-high ceilings, intricate wood moldings and multiple chandeliers” as it is in the former residence of a wealthy Argentina family, and a McDonald’s in Pitea, Sweden, which boasts a drive through window for your snowmobile.
    The full list is below:

    • Wendy’s, North Pole, Alaska
    • Burger King, Camp Bondsteel, Kosovo
    • Arby’s, Hickory, N.C.
    • McDonald’s, Pitea, Sweden
    • Kentucky Fried Chicken, Corbin, Ky.
    • Sonic Drive-In, Abilene, Texas
    • Burger King, Buenos Aires, Argentina
    • Subway, Washington, D.C.
    • Taco Bell, Pacifica, Calif.
    • McDonald’s, Manhattan, N.Y.

    We have a feeling the lists’s writers were after something a bitter different than we would be. For one, we’d be considering food taste, which would knock, well, everybody, off the list. We’ve probably re-write it to include Chipotle, In-N-Out Burger, and Five Guys, at least.

  • 21Oct

    bsb_package_blend.jpgHoly Crap! That was the only possible reaction when I found out that Splenda had just released a Brown Sugar version. So many new ways to cause cranial bleeding and liver failure! But it was not to be- the new brown sugar is just a blend- regular brown sugar mixed with regular Splenda. You could make it yourself by stealing the little yellow packets from Starbucks and mixing them with molasses.
    Unsurprisingly, the sales pitch for the new mix made half from regular sugar is….that it has half the calories of regular sugar. Tomorrow’s headlines: I can make my butter half vegan by adding 50% margarine to it.

  • 21Oct

    This guest blog is by Erin over at at The Kitchenette
    rachel2-small.jpgYesterday’s New York Times food cover revealed that the Food Network hired Rachel Ray because “she’s sexy but not threatening.”
    Well, well, well… seems the Network knows a potential FHM pinup girl when they see one. Playfully licking chocolate off a wooden spoon? Sucking on a strawberry? Quick, easy…meals.
    Rachel posed for the men’s magazine two years ago and definitely lived up to the network’s expectations. She’s sexy (clearly) but way too red-checkered, banjo-playing country girl to be anything near threatening. She doesn’t come close to the dark, mystical powers of say, Nigella Lawson, but that isn’t her style. Tyra or Carmen may seem out of our league (because they are) but Rachel has got that spunk that screams homegrown girl-next-door, just the way we like it. In the kitchen, her 40-dollar, 30-minute recipes (though they often run long) are catered to the hyper-stressed working mother or frugal family.
    rachel1-small.jpgI like the bent-over, let’s get this turkey in the oven shot. She’s not hiding the fact that she likes a good piece of bird, even if it is a bit greasy or gets stuck in her teeth. And hey, the heat from the oven is a little much, so how about we forget the festive sweaters and strip down to the bare essentials—black bra and lace-lined checkered skirt. None of this Martha Stewart turtleneck business.
    The chocolate sauce shot is the most erotic, hands down. The happy-go lucky Rachel has stopped giggling for a second. rachel3-small.jpgA bit subdued. A bit enigmatic. It’s as if she’s hiding something. She has let chocolate’s aphrodisiac powers get the best of her. Who could say no to a lil’ chocolate? Warm and smooth, something’s definitely about to go down easy.
    Simply put, strawberries are sweet, just like Rachel. But the berry has an undeniably seductive appeal. Strawberries are not crunched or chomped like pears or apples. They are licked and sucked, gently nibbled. People use strawberry-scented lotions and oils to feel sexy– Bath and Body works has made a business out of it. Rachel’s signature Cheeseburger Salads and Super Sloppy Joes may seem unsexy, but she sure makes a strawberry look appetizing.
    rachel4-small.jpgLast but not least, the colander shot. Rachel makes you want to jump into the soap bubble bath with her. Clean as she may be, the suds smothered all over her legs seem a bit dirty.
    Just for the record, Food Network encouraged Rachel to pose for FHM and contrary to assumptions, Rachel didn’t get a penny for it. She did get plenty of drooling fans ready to take a bite out of her fresh-baked pies and turkey. Break me off a piece of that… Cracked Corn and Cheese Square.

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  • 20Oct

    siren-old.gifPerhaps this sounds familiar to you. It’s a late night at the back room of the Black Cat, and some art student is going on and on about how Starbucks has taken over the world. In fact (he mumbles into the counter) there are so many bloody Starbucks in DC, he shoo…he should…should try to visit every single one. Then he probably passes out in a pool of his own self-righteousness.
    Well, when he wakes up, there’s more than a sad head waiting for him. Jacinda and Jerry over at Siren Song have taken it upon themselves to visit, yes, every single Starbucks in DC, and they do it better than he ever could. They have detailed pictures, reviews of the location, and critiques of the clientele. Which just goes to prove that bitching about Starbucks does not make you alternative. But really liking them does make you intriguingly eccentric.
    http://www.sirensongdc.com/

  • 19Oct

    garlicnsapp.jpgJust for the record, the Read Before You Eat list currently stands at 5:
    Kitchen Confidential- Anthony Bourdain
    Hey Waitress- Alison Owings
    The Man Who Ate Everything- Jeffrey Steingarten
    Salt- Mark Kurlansky
    What Einstein Told His Cook- Robert L. Wolke
    Well, I know it’s already been out for 6 months, but Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl has just made the cut by successfully making me re-think every single restaurant meal I’ve ever sat down to.
    No, really. You may have liked the little apology canapés that the kitchen sent you last time the server spilled your drink, but compared to the royal treatment given to food critics, that’s Purina. The service gets better. The wait gets shorter. Even the size of the berries in the desert gets bigger. As the food critic for the New York Times, Reichl’s recognizable face meant that she had to use fake names, credit cards, wigs, and stage makeup to extract fair reviews.
    She even manages to avoid the saccharine Oprah-isms that mar her previous two books, Tender at the Bone and Comfort Me With Apples (which are both otherwise fabulous, by the way)… till the very last chapter. At that point you might as well just scan for plot. It’s hard to criticize what is basically a memoir for becoming too self-centered, but even so, some of the symbolism that she reads into her costumes smacks of angst.
    That aside, this is probably the best book I can think of to throw some light on the seedy world of high-level restaurant reviewing. You will finish it wondering if there are actually two different restaurants inhabiting every dining space: the one the reviewers are experiencing, and the one the rest of us go to. The result is something like a culinary cross between Black Like Me and The Truman Show.

  • 18Oct

    fat_duck_bray.jpgWe’re a bit dated in covering this, but we hope you’ll forgive us once you start salivating over it. In April of this year, Britain’s Restaurant magazine released the results from their annual survey of chefs, food journalists, and restaurant owners and produced the “global 50 Best Restaurants.” You can see the entire list here or here.
    A brief sampling of the best:

    1. The Fat Duck – Bray United Kingdom
    2. El Bulli Roses – Spain
    3. French Laundry – Yountville, Calif. United States
    4. Tetsuya’s – Sydney Australia
    5. Gordon Ramsay – London United Kingdom
    6. Pierre Gagnaire – Paris France
    7. Per Se – New York United States
    8. Tom Aikens – London United Kingdom
    9. Jean Georges – New York United States
    10. St John – London United Kingdom

    We’re definitely not among most affluent eaters, so we haven’t eaten at any of the restaurants (though we’ve been dying to try French Laundry), but we couldn’t help notice that the vast majority of the restaurants are in London, New York, and Paris, making us wonder if the survey population was a bit biased.
    Has anyone out there tried any of these restaurants? And are there any you think are missing that haven’t been included?

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