• 15Nov

    IMG_6079.JPGChocolate is the new coffee, stated the girl across the table from me, and I had to agree. What Seattle yuppies did for America’s taste in coffee, and Whole Foods did for everything else, someone, even as we speak, must be doing for chocolate.

    When did it happen? Certainly some time before Max Brenner of Chocolate by the Bald Man brought his first chocolate café’s to NYC. And well before Lindt declared chocolate tasting on par with wine tasting with its sophisticated Excellence 99% Cacao Noirissme chocolate bar in 2005. In fact, by the time that Hershey recently jumped on the bandwagon with their belated and dubious Cacao Reserve line, the concept was already in danger of becoming mainstream. Where once we had pharmacy racks of gritty brown wax, now for the first time we have solid organic tablets that snap when you break them, and liquor-infused balls of rich, melting ganache.

    And that was how I found myself sitting in Stout, an absolutely terrible midtown sports bar, picking at a salad, trying to stave off what can only be called a ‘sugar hangover’. The last 24 hours had been spent wallowing in the Ninth Annual Chocolate Show in New York, a testament and showcase to America’s slow maturation of chocolate taste.

    For three days this last weekend, those willing to wait in the three hour line were rewarded with chocolate sculptures and chocolate cosmetics, and representatives of the Ivory Coast. Demonstration kitchens allowed pastry chefs like Bill Corbett of Dona to show off their chocolate recipes, while the kiddies tried chocolate painting. And yes, there was a fashion show of chocolate clothing, and tastings of bizarre concoctions like chocolate and mushroom bars, and chocolate book signings, and there was even one lone chocolate cupcake vendor, but none of that really mattered because what people really come for is the chocolate exhibitors.

     

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    The Chocolate Show is the J-date of the brand-name chocolate distribution world. If it’s a small chocolatier’s dream to someday be picked up by Dean and Deluca or Whole Foods, this is the place to make it happen.

    Some of them already have; most of the high-class bars in Aisle 10 were first discovered here. And that means the urgent explanations and smiles at each booth weren’t just from lack of bathroom breaks; each carefully sliced sample had the potential to turn into a business card and a steady supply contract. For a small artisnal chocolate maker, that means a lifeline of money to develop into a larger artisanal chocolate maker, hopefully without sacrificing the artisanal part.
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    But with so many exhibitors, hopeful tasters didn’t need the to be a corporate scout to tell the incredible from the merely brown. Good chocolate should be crisp and flavorful, smooth and glossy, with no trace of grittiness. It should melt on minimal contact and leave no bitter aftertaste. A perfect example: show standout Rechiuti, serving up plate after plate of jasmine and raspberry truffle slices, swapping business cards and promises to talk further almost as fast as they sold their $5 mini-boxes.

    At Serendipitea the samples of fragrant chocolate tea infusions spilled out across the table, while next door, Sweetriot waved around signs and chocolate-covered cacao nibs. As the new cool thing, tea flavoring was also the theme at L.A. Burdick Chocolate where a tea-infused dark chocolate sat next to glossy catalogs and small white chocolate penguins and mice. On the other side of the hall, Gustaux distributed some truly outstanding simple truffles, and Romanico’s Chocolate bravely touted it’s low-sugar version.

    Those taking a break from pure chocolate could buy a perfectly spiced fig dipped to look like a pumpkin from John and Kira’s, or try desert wine tasting from the ever-pleasing Quady liquors. Not cutting-edge enough? Coppeneur offered small, crunchy cocoa pods dusted with chili powder.

     

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    Some of the better-known manufacturers were already reaping the benefits of a larger operation and brand name; the Japanese chocolatiers Mary’s attracted an absolutely rabid crowd. By early Saturday afternoon they had sold out of golden sesame and sweet potato truffles; and their black sesame seed and green tea ganache was rapidly disappearing. Behind the protective glass, harried pastry chefs struggled to fill orders of their popular seasonal flower line – violet, Japanese plum, lily of the valley, and iris.

    For minimalist quality, the strong favorite in pure chocolate seemed to be Felchlin, with their hand-collected wild cocoa bars retailing at $20 each. Closely following them in taste and popularity, Michel Cluizel Chocolates traded their spicy, full bodied samples and catalogs in equal numbers.

    I stumbled from the Metropolitan Pavilion in a stupor, vitamin deficient and babbling of cocoa consistency and flavor infusions. Luckily, there was time to find a salad before the inevitable sugar crash and coma set in.

     

    Much thanks to fud writers AMG and JAY for being good sports.

    -ZAF

  • 13Nov

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    Thanksgiving is less than ten short days away. It’s a time for many of us to go back to our hometowns, eat a nice dinner with our family and sit down to converse with our loved ones next to a roaring fireplace.
    Sure…if you were born in a greeting card.
    Truth be told, most of us shove copious amounts of poorly-cooked food down our gullets, play some football with Uncle Mel and his 5 demon offspring in the front yard, sit in uncomfortable silence as Aunt Louise decides that now – during the halftime show of the Cowboys’ game – is the time to come out of the closet in front of a completely unshocked family, but much to the dismay of Grandma, who just thinks she hasn’t found the right man yet, and then plan on waking up at 5 in the morning to take advantage of the Black Friday specials at the mall.
    OK, maybe that’s just my brood, but, let’s face it, lots of us have families less like the Huxtables and more like the Griswolds. And our Thanksgiving dinners have more in common with Paula Zahn than Paula Dean. So, here’s a quick survival guide for Thanksgiving `06.
    1) Let the neighborhood grocery store do the cooking for you. Giant, Magruder’s, Wegman’s , Shopper’s, Bloom – they can all prepare a meal for you and your guests, ready to heat and serve on Thanksgiving Day. It’s often a little bit pricier than making it yourself, but, it’s also a lot less prep work and clean-up time. If you want something a little less traditional, try swinging by the local Asian market, like Great Wall off Gallows Road, for a roasted duck or crispy fish.
    2) If the idea of Safeway cooking your bird frightens you, at least follow their recipe. The Two-Hour method of cooking a turkey is a fantastic way to ensure a crispy skin and juicy meat, and still make it thoroughly cooked. Gone are the days of slow-roasting a bird all Wednesday night to eat Thursday afternoon – just follow Safeway’s handy reference chart to match the cooking time with the size of your turkey.
    My only suggestion would be to use a heavy-duty cooking bag. This will trap in the juices from the meat and will make your broiling pan a lot easier to clean.
    Plus, don’t stuff your stuffing in the bird. It slows down the cooking process for both the stuffing and the turkey, and can spread bacteria. Simply use a baking pan separate from the turkey to cook your glorified Stove-Top.
    3) Just go out for dinner. McCormick and Schmick’s locations serve a legendary Thanksgiving spread, as do several of the downtown hotels and restaurants. This might also be a great time to get prime seats in a hot ethnic eatery. Remember that Thanksgiving evening is a big going-out night, and that many bars will fill up with folks who’ve had about as much family as they can handle for the day. Get your grub early, and you should be fine.
    And, if you need to go home and have zero control over the meal…
    4) Remember that xanax is not just for breakfast anymore. Sneak a pack of Ramen noodles in your suitcase, and dress it up with some of the more edible leftovers.
    When you get back to the area, stop off at Summer’s by the Courthouse Metro. Besides being a fine place to watch both football and futbol, they make one of the finest turkey burgers you’ll ever have. Perfectly seasoned, not over-cooked – when was the last time anybody gushed over a turkey burger? This is one seriously good sandwich, and should be enough to cure your turkey jones.

  • 13Nov

    butter.jpgA couple of weeks ago, the boy and I attended a “Cooking for Two” class at L’Academie de Cuisine. I’ll be posting more on that later, but first, here’s the most important thing we learned; the highest and best use of your freezer….
    Compound butter. It’s butter, bacon, garlic, shallots, and parmesan cheese, all mixed together. You can whip up a batch in ten minutes, then you stick it in the freezer and cut off hunks of it for literally whatever you want. So far I have had it on a baguette, and also mixed it with rosemary and stuffed it under the skin of a roasting chicken. The instructor at L’Academie also recommended we melt it and toss it in cooked pasta. I plan to never be without it again.
    2 sticks softened, salted butter
    At least half a cup of parmesan cheese
    1 shallot, finely chopped
    3 strips bacon, cooked until crisp and finely chopped
    2 cloves garlic (use a press)
    Mash it all up, then stick it all in a food processor if you like. I didn’t, and the texture was fine. Also, I didn’t use salted butter, so I had to toss some salt in later.

  • 09Nov

    urbana logo_hp.gifSomeone with Savant Syndrome might be able to tell you on what day of the week the civil war started and then count back from it in prime numbers, but might not be able to tie her own shoes. If you fall into this category, there may be a position open for you at Urbana Restaurant and Wine bar. How else can we explain somewhere so perfectly beautiful, with such incredible wine, such absolutely lovely servers, such tasty appetizers… and such disappointing entrees?
    I had been here a number of times before to luxuriate in the bar, a low, warm room filled with velvet pillows and couches. To call its design ‘pretty’ misses a perfectly good opportunity to use the word ‘Voluptuous’. There I munched my way through an scallop ceviche and a roast quail with wild mushrooms on what seemed to be a light pumpkin casserole. I washed it down with a cinnimony qupe syrah and thought that life was pretty damn good.
    A week later, when finally sitting down at one of Urbana’s wooden dining room tables, both appetizers were still as perfect as calculating pi to the nth decimal place. But the only other success of the evening was an acceptable pork chop with Brussel Sprouts. Both orders of the lobster pasta were overdone and the carpaccio was uninteresting. The duck fat fries promised something outrageous; instead they were just a reminder that horse is really the way to go if you want to advertise an unusual frying agent. Gordon Biersch has better.
    The wine was great, but there was a little trepidation in ordering it. Perhaps it was only our night, but the waiters seemed to be having an unusually difficult time in keeping things upright. Every five minutes there was a crash from the kitchen or bar area; the sound of splintering china was practically this meal’s soundtrack. At one point, a tray of airborn glassware jumped ship near our table to soak everyone’s back.
    A plum tart was alright; in fact, the whole meal would have been fine had it not been for the hefty price tag. As it was, we were left with a vague feeling that we’d been the victim of a bait-and-switch… And wet blouses.

  • 08Nov

    071814581X.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V65555398_.jpgJew Food! It ain’t just matzo balls and …more matzoh! And while that doesn’t discount the possibility that it may be just latkes, Claudia Roden thinks otherwise. And to prove it, she’s speaking (and possibly demo-ing?) at the DC JCC about her latest book Arabesque: A Taste of Morocco, Turkey, and Lebanon.
    Disclaimer: I was given a copy of her lovely “The Book of Jewish Food” when I moved into my first apartment. I still get all faklempt thinking about it. So.
    Claudia Roden on Cuisine and Culture
    Tuesday, November 14th, 7:30pm

    Washington DCJCC (16th and Q st., NW)
    For tickets, see nextbook.org or call 888-219-5222.

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  • 07Nov

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    Ok…I have had chocolate on my mind this week. This is probably because I’ll be in New York City for the Chocolate Show this weekend, as will fellow DCFUDies ZAF and AMG.
    So…what did having chocolate on the brain mean this weekend? I dragged a couple of friends into Churreria Madrid in Adams Morgan for churros con chocolate, which consists of a plate of doughnuts and a cup of hot chocolate to dunk them in. These are not long straight churros like Mexican or Argentine churros. The churros are what I remember from visiting Spain, but the hot chocolate is actually thicker there. Churros con chocolate are still a nice treat though.
    The restaurant has entrees and tapas…and maybe I’ll try them sometime. For now, I sit on the main floor at the bar tables and dunk away. They do have an upstairs dining room as well.
    Churreria Madrid
    2505 Champlain Street NW
    Washington, DC
    202 483-4441

  • 07Nov

    anthony-bourdain-150.jpgChatting one day with Baylen Linnekin, founder of the painfully irreverent blog To The People, we discovered our mutual admiration for chef-writer-traveller extraordinaire Anthony Bourdain. Baylen immediately began to make an impassioned case that Bourdain is the best popular example of someone living a libertarian lifestyle today. It made sense. Bourdain is a libertine who supports open borders, praises globalization, and advocates personal choice whether it comes to tobacco, fois gras, or pot. Now I understood why I liked Bourdain so much.
    “Baylen,” I said, “you should write an article on this. Heck, Bourdain’s on book tour–shouldn’t be to hard to score an interview with him.” At that my friend’s fanboy eyes widened. Fast-forward three months and here’s Baylen’s piece (along with audio of their 40-minute conversation) in the new issue of Doublethink, a D.C.-based print quarterly I work with.
    The verdict? Like a lot of folks, Bourdain’s a libertarian even if he doesn’t know it yet.
    This post is by Guest Blogger Jerry Brito. Thanks!

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  • 06Nov

    As I am in the process of packing up my life to move down to Savannah, Georgia, I have been taking some time out moving-boxes.gifto visit my favorite restaurants and bars in the DC area. I am sad to leave this area for many reasons, and I must admit that one of them is the great international food selections.
    PHO 75
    I think that my number one most frequented restaurant in Arlington is Pho 75, hands down. I eat there about once a week, more in the colder months. I have already been searching for a pho location in Savannah, and I am not sure I have found one, but I am just dreading leaving this Arlington joint. The aroma of their soup can be smelled from outside the door, and I am always drawn to the same selection, a small plain with vinegared onion. Mmmmm……I can admit that I am looking forward to eating there the next two weeks while we pack up the kitchen. At under $6.00 a meal, who can deny themselves that treat? Plus, it’s gluten free!
    LA TASCA
    What can I say? I ate there mostly before I went gluten free, but they have some delicious ‘gf’ options too. The jamon serrano y queso manchego, patatas bravas con ali-oli, queso manchego, and champinones al ajillo are just a few of my favorites. The amazing food and multiple sangria selections made for great happy hour and birthday meeting places. I miss LaTasca already! Maybe I will be visiting there this week!
    TASTE OF MOROCCO
    I had wanted to dine here in Clarendon before we flew to Morocco over the holidays last year, but my boyfriend suggested that we wait and return after having ‘real’ Moroccan food. So we did. And let me tell you, a Taste of Morocco matches the dining experience we had in Fes almost exactly down to the menus and serving plates. I have dined at Marrakesh in DC, and, although I had a great time there, was a little disappointed in the quality of their food. The Clarendon location has impressed me every time I have been there. The wine served was the exact wine that I had puchased by the bottle in Morocco (for 60 dirhams, roughly six American dollars). The wine served here is $20 a bottle, which is pricy for me, but SO worth the memories. The bastilla is so flaky and moist, unlike the drier version we were served at Marrakesh. I have already found a Moroccan restaurant in Savannah, Casbah, and I am excited to sample their cuisine. You might find me at Taste of Morroco next week! Just talking about the bastilla makes my mouth water and crave some mint tea!
    BANANA CAFE AND PIANO BAR
    Believe it or not, I do have many favorites in DC, and the Banana Cafe and Piano Bar is always a great place to go in the summer. I LOVE their ceviche, and I have created a recipe of my own (posted earlier this year) that comes pretty close to theirs; atmosphere not included. I am also a HUGE fan of the stuffed yuca. I had never had stuffed yuca before dining here, so I do not have a comparison, but it is one of my favorite meals. Or, was one of them before going gluten free (the yuca is fried). Another perk of this locale? The piano bar!

    GHANA CAFE

    The Ghana Cafe started out as our number one pick in the DC area. We loved the small location, the friendly service and the huge Club imported beers. We had gone there a few times and when we returned a month or so ago, the friendly service was gone, the beer was very expensive, and they didn’t have anything we asked for. My fried plaintains and peanuts seemed to lack love as well.
    A few other place of note, Hotel Washington has a great rooftop terrace for watching sunset and catching up with friends. Tapatinis is always a fun hip place to go sample new martinis. Five Guys, I can not forget about Five Guys. We often talk about how profitable we could be opening up a location in Savannah.
    There are so many places that I love here; my head is now filled with about 30 more ‘favorites’. So perhaps I will make this a series….all I know is that I am really going to miss the big buffet of DC food selections! For now…back to packing….perhaps I’ll stop for some pho first….

  • 06Nov

    citronelle-1.jpgSomeday I hope to find myself lounging in my $2 Million Dupont flat sipping something expensive. I shall turn to my sexy and well-dressed significant other, gesture with an impeccably manicured hand and say, ‘Dahling, I rather fancy stopping off at Citronelle this evening’.
    But until I can stop spending all my hard earned cash on comic books and Chipotle, I have to get to Citronelle the usual way: By finding a special occasion, booking a month in advance, and then drooling all over my keyboard as I count the days off my calendar. Last week after much anticipation they finally hit zero, and for the first time I finally got to experience this much-talked about bastion of food-happiness.
    Right now Citronelle is listed as #12 in the US by the often trustworthy Gourmet Magazine, beating out The Inn at Little Washington as DC’s finest contribution to dining. And while I might argue that our finest contribution is, in fact, Joe’s Noodle house on Rockville Pike, I can’t find fault with the idea that Citronelle is bloody good . (Incidentally, #1 right now belongs to Chicago’s Alinea – I hear it’s like Minibar, but weirder. Any rich Chicagoans need some arm candy for the weekend?)
    Amg and I arrived to a very brief wait and a very large table in that order. But besides needing smoke signals to communicate, the room was warm and happy with an open kitchen, glowing panels, and more gray hair than a Russian Blue. We had just missed the tasting menu by a few minutes, but the lovely waiter let us order an extra course. In hindsight, there’s no way we could have eaten an entire tasting menu. After a while it just comes down to a matter of volume.
    The food at Citronelle is superb. And the food at Citronelle is witty- that’s not a word I’d usually use to describe a meal, but how else do you explain cous cous, dyed with squid ink to look like caviar, served over raw egg and flattened lobster in a tin? Or how about a soft cheese soufflé set in the middle of a smooth, rich mushroom soup? Or a thick, juicy cut of duck done ‘Tutti Frutti’ (the name says it all). Or a desert made of small items shaped to look like breakfast dishes? If you can think of a better word, let me know.
    And even had the food been TGI Friday’s, with a staff like this I’d happily eat crappy quesadillas every night just to be back under their care. Waiters came over to discreetly make sure that everything was perfect. Waiters came over just to say hi. Waiters came over to give us a 7th round of perfect bread. Waiters came over to keep me company when amg got left the table for a moment. The Sommelier took our wine inexperience as a personal challenge, and it was only after ten minutes of amusing anecdotes that we suddenly realized that he probably had other tables to deal with.
    Anyway, go to Citronelle. It’s worth it. Even if it means having to do it on more than 2 hours notice.

  • 05Nov

    Like Borat says, “In my country, we have a problem…” That problem is that people seem to think that pumpkins are only for Halloween, and even then only for Jack-o-lanterns. People make ‘pumpkin pies’ with canned processed pumpkin-product too, but that doesn’t count and is not anything I will address today. I make a killer pumpkin pie from scratch, but have not done so recently. I am lazy. DSC03807.JPG
    I love pumpkin as a food, and today at the Dekalb Farmers Market, possibly aka ‘Valhalla,’ I could resist neither the $1.29 ‘pie’ pumpkins, nor the on-sale stewing beef at $2.00 a pound. I also had at home a box of S&B Golden Curry mix (Hot), which I’d been itching to try out. Loosely following the directions on the box, I did the following:
    To a large saucepan add:
    – One large Vidalia onion, chopped.
    – One Serrano pepper, chopped. Actually, I would have preferred more heat: use three.
    – One and a half pounds of stewing beef. Next time I may use goat, as its stronger flavor may benefit this dish.
    – A drizzle of sesame oil.
    Sautee all that until the meat is browned – about 3 minutes. Then, add:
    – the meat of one medium ‘pie’ pumpkin (cubed)
    – five cups of water
    – one cup of beer (I used Kirin Ichiban)
    – Some celery salt,
    and turn up the heat until the liquid boils. Reduce to a simmer, and stir occasionally until the meat is done and pumpkin is tender (about 13-15 minutes).
    Now, remove the pot from the heat, add the curry paste, and stir until it dissolves. Put it back on the burner, and simmer 5-6 minutes more, at which point add a few tablespoons of tapioca starch (or your thickener of choice), stir, and simmer a few minutes more.
    Serve over rice…I used brown jasmine, which was lovely.
    As I suggested, I think I would have liked this spicier, but that’s a matter of taste, and overall the mix works really well. Using pumpkin this way is exceptionally tasty, and may surprise diners not accustomed to the gourd outside of pies and without candles inside.

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