• 04Feb

    Received this email today:

    -JAY

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    A new series titled FOOD WARS will be airing this Spring on the Travel Channel. Our host will be visiting cities around the country and learning about their iconic food dishes. Next up on our food journey: Washington, DC for the Jumbo Slice” of pizza. If you’re a loyal customer of PIZZA MART we want to see you there on Friday, February 12th.

    If you prefer your Jumbo Slice be from JUMBO SLICE then come and show your support there on Saturday, February 13th. No matter which side of the fence you may fall, we want you all together as these two restaurants face off on Sunday, February 14th (location TBD, but will be in Adams Morgan)!


    Please contact foodfancasting@gmail.com for more information on supporting either of these pizzajoints on camera!


  • 11Jan

    167932091_454322795fAttention: Friends, Romans, fellow alcohol lovers, I have a new signature drink.  The Lychee-tini.  Yes, I’ve typed that word and, amazingly, still have facial hair and testicles.  My first, and we always remember our first, was recently, in Rehoboth Beach – a revelation. Something I have looked at and never taken seriously, like a Zac Efron movie, or my sister.  There’s something about the sweet that, uh, give me one shot and it knocks me out for the rest of the night.  I’m swimming the breaststroke in a lychee-tini pool, infinity and all!

    I recently, and by this I mean Sunday, had 3 lychee-tinis at a bar in New York.  This past weekend, I saw Ringo Starr, Angela Lansbury, and chatted up one of the many Billy Elliots -and yet the tini was my highlight.  It was from Lure – at Prince and Mercer.  Fresh lychee juice, gin, lime juice, and fresh cucumber puree.  I drank them like an Amish man cuts corn: smooth, steady, and like I’ve been doing it since I was 13.

    Run out and find one in D.C. and when you do, let me know!!!!  I fear my new obsession will keep me locked inside with a collection of ingredients, perfecting my own personal private lychee heaven.  For I know not where they live in the city….

    AEK

  • 08Jan

    Chef Morou

    Groupon sent me today’s deal, which looks interesting.  If interested, you have to purchase the gift certificate from Groupon today.

    -JAY

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    Sooner or later, your girlfriend is going to figure out that all those fancy restaurants are just your bedroom redecorated with a new elaborate disguise each week. Today’s Groupon will help you postpone the inevitable by throwing a real fancy restaurant into the mix. For $20, you get $40 worth of casual Italian cuisine and drinks at Kora Restaurant, Bar, and Lounge in Arlington.

    Head chef, owner, and fearsome Iron Chef opponent Morou Ouattara serves up a sumptuous lunch and dinner menu of trattoria-style tasties. Discriminating dinner diners will have their choice of primo pastas, such as spaghetti con polpette ($14) and anise gnudi with caramelized onion and autumn-squash cream ($15). Adventurous seafarers,on the other hand, will want to explore the homemade squid-ink pasta, a tagliatelle dish with shrimp, calamari, clams, and mussels ($22). Depending on their appetite, veggies can get a filling carciofini calzone (tomato, mozzarella, artichokes, basil, $13) or a light insalata caprese ($9). Just save room for tiramisu, gelato, or Bongo Bongo (cream puffs, chocolate semi-freddo, and dark chocolate sauce).

    Kora’s can complement anything you order with a vast selection of Italian reds, whites, and sparkling wines. For something more only-here, though, try one of Kora’s specialty cocktails such as the ChamPino (Campari, Dubonnet Red, and Prosecco, $9) and the Bossanova (Bacardi rum, Galliano, apricot brandy, apple juice, lime, and sugar, $9). Your Groupon is good for one per table, so treat your favorite table to a romantic night at Kora’s.

    Not valid for tasting menu, prix fixe menu, or specials during Restaurant Week.

    Kora Restaurant, Bar, and Lounge2250-B Crystal Dr.
    Arlington, VA 22202

    www.korarestaurant.com

  • 06Jan

    rays newyork bagelsBagels should have some chew to them while still being crunchy outside and having good flavor. Here is my take on the local Bagel Situation:

    Manhattan Bagel in Ballston, rating: bagels C+ and D for service = “C”  overall.  They have employees who really dont seem to want to be at work, and at times have seemed depressed or irritable.

    Brooklyn Bagels in Courthouse has “B” bagels and “B-” service, for a “B-” overall.

    Bruegger’s (Ballston): Excellent service/friendly but the bagels just don’t have the right texture and are more like regular rolls or bread with holes in them.  C- for bagels and A-  for service =  B-.

    Georgetown Bagelry (Bethesda) and Firehook Bakery (Alexandria and DC) have decent bagels and service (B+).  Georgetown  feels like a real bagel shop, which is great, and has a good variety of products. I even remember them having flat bagels.

    Firehook is not a bagel shop at all but has good bagels’ it has a very limited variety of bagels and none of the typical spreads and such that a true bagel shop would. Overall between B and B+.

    Obviously I wouldn’t recommend a substandard product (by NY standards) as Lender’s frozen bagels, but Ray’s are available in the freezer case at Giant (and are on sale for $2.50 a pack).  Ray’s are not sliced, so you must microwave them for 30 seconds, let them cool, and then slice and toast them, but they rate at least B+ without having to leave your home (once you’ve purchased some).  I usually purchase the sesame Ray’s bagels because cutting thawed onion bagels by hand can be messy.

  • 14Dec

    Blue Bottle CafeIt’s well established that DCFüd likes coffee. In particular, we like good coffee, strong coffee, and entertaining methods of coffee production – preferably all together. It should come as no surprise, then, that during a recent visit to San Francisco, I spent more than a little time at the Blue Bottle Café, first on my hotel concierge’s recommendation, and then because it was good.

    Hidden in a courtyard which is not actually ‘on’ Mint Street, between Mission and Jessie Streets, it took me a few minutes to find the café. The space is bright and lively, with big tall windows and frankly awkward counter-in-the-middle seating. All the bubbling siphon pots make for a lovely science-lab feel I love. The menu, which changes regularly, is limited, especially since on my first visit they were out of eggs. At noon on a Saturday, this stuck me as especially poor form. The baristas were a mixed bag – but I won’t lie: the super attractive guy who gave me a free extra espresso shot in my au lait may have in fact been nicer than the girl who looked like she was chewing old lemons, but who can say?

    Lacking eggs, I ordered the a waffle and siphon pot of coffee. The coffee was good, but I hate that it’s served in tall thin glasses (see above). Pretty, yes, but not a good vessel from which to enjoy hot beverage. It’s possible that this inappropriate delivery contributed to my ambivalence about the coffee. The waffle was also very pretty, and good, but came ‘pre-dressed’ with powdered sugar, maple syrup, and too much butter for my taste. Prices are pretty standard for San Francisco – I paid $13.50 for this, the standard coffee is $2.30, and special iced coffees which I had on subsequent visits were $3.50. It’s all better than Starbucks.

    After breakfast, I decided to grab one of the Kyoto iced coffee things to go, since the cute barista said it was good and strong. It was both. Actually, it was phenomenal: super-strong, with a woody flavor like bourbon frozen over pure darkness. If I had any idea how to make this, I would never come down.

    On my next visit, I sat at the small section of counter facing the ‘kitchen,’ which was much more comfortable, and I got to watch the mayhem back there for added entertainment. I ordered the polenta. It was tasty, but I’m not sure what makes it ‘polenta’ instead of grits. The consistency was more pea soup than anything. The pancetta garnish is the delicious but rubbery, and there was not enough of it. My companion had the toast with jam. The jam was great, but the gorgeous-looking inch-thick toast is pretty much just white bread. In the end, everything does come back to the coffee: my au lait is stellar. The second was even better, since that’s where the extra espresso shot went.

    All in all, Blue Bottle Café is a good place to grab a coffee to go (especially the Kyoto one), or maybe to have a very quick sit-down bite. Or to meet a blind date. Actually, this is a great blind-date location: the seating is not comfortable enough for too much lingering – you have ample excuse to bail out quickly or to suggest a more intimate venue, should you be so lucky. Plus, the coffee is good and the food passable and not so heavy you’ll worry about looking a pig.

    And yes, I lied in the first paragraph. I didn’t actually spend much time in the Blue Bottle Café, but rather drinking beverages from it.

    Blue Bottle Café
    66 Mint St.,
    San Francisco, CA, 94103

    MAW

  • 07Dec

    This review was written by DCFüd contributors Liz G. and Carl T. – MAW


    As part of the ongoing yuppification of Mt. Vernon Triangle, Taylor Gourmet has opened up a new storefront in the City Vista building, next door to the newest Busboys & Poets and around the corner from the Urban Lifestyle Safeway. Taylor draws its inspiration from the hoagies* served in Philly — and trucks in its bread every day from the City of Brotherly Love.Taylor

    Taylor’s menu divides its hoagies into three categories: specialties, cold cut hoagies, and chicken cutlets. We sampled a few of the offerings at a recent visit.

    We were very impressed that they are the first place either of us has seen to offer Boylan’s soda on tap. Boylan’s sodas are sweetened with cane sugar, not high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS), which should delight those of you who can taste the difference. (My med school biochem professor almost goes into an apoplectic fit when he rails about the corn lobby’s “evilness” and how HFCS will give you diabetes and make you fat, so I defer to his professional judgment on that topic.) We had the ginger ale, which our tasting notes indicate was “nice and gingery, but not overpowering.”

    The Callowhill Street comes from the “Specialties” menu and has meatballs dressed with marinara and provolone. Some might call this a meatball grinder. It’s a good way of testing out a sub shop, because a careless joint can easily screw it up with soggy bread, watery sauce, or bland meatballs. The meatballs in the Callowhill were peppery (maybe a little too peppery) but balanced overall. The bread stood up well to the marinara sauce, remaining crisp and firm even after it patiently waited for us to photograph it. We were a bit disappointed at the parsimonious serving of provolone — instead of being melted over the sauce, there were just a handful of small flakes dusted on top. Other than that, though, it was a tasty example of the genre.

    The Delaware Avenue is a fried chicken cutlet with roasted red peppers, red onion, and Gorgonzola. The cutlet was pressed flat and nicely fried, with a good crunchy exterior. The onions dominated the flavor of the sandwich. We appreciated the Gorgonzola crumbles, and there were some nice textures, but we agreed the sandwich felt under-seasoned.

    Overall, we were pleased with the food, but are torn. The place feels hipper and more daring than its menu suggests. The sandwiches we’ve had have been very respectable, but nothing surprised us or was completely out of the park. We want desperately to like the place more. And we don’t dislike it — we do plan to go back and try more sandwiches. Perhaps we just haven’t found the grinder which fits our personalities perfectly?

    Taylor adds a much-needed almost-fast-food option in the neighborhood which seems to be populated exclusively by higher end restaurants. Not that we’re complaining, but when Zaytinya is your most relaxed dining option you sometimes yearn for a place you could comfortably run to in your sweats. (If you had sweats. Which I’m sure you don’t. I don’t.) It has a great garage-front for its street side, which opens all the way in good weather, and lends the place a pleasing cafe air. It’s decorated in what might be called hipster mechanic shop, with cement walls and floors, and 55-gallon oil drums serving as chandeliers. The background music is gently pulsing and pretty chill; if you close your eyes, you could be forgiven for thinking you were inside a West Elm store.**

    Finally, one of us can’t write a review without doing a bathroom viewing as well. They’ve extended the industrial-chic look to the ladies room as well.

    Taylor Gourmet
    1116 H Street Northeast,
    Washington, DC
    (202) 684-7001

    *One of us spent most of his adult life in Rhode Island and Massachusetts, and has great difficulty calling these sandwiches “hoagies” rather than “grinders.” Still, it’s probably a lesser offense than using the New York term “heros,” and less puzzling than the St. Louis variant, “poor boy.” See Wikipedia for further explication.

    **Whether you count that a plus or not is up to you.

  • 29Nov

    lI was on San Francisco for a work trip, and was not about to let the grueling conference schedule interfere with my penchant for finding random weird people at a happy hour someplace not a hotel bar. As usual, some obliging randoms (hi Juan, Mai, and JJ, if you’re reading this!) entertained me at a recommended bar (Vesuvio) one evening during my stay. Sadly, they’d been drinking all day and were ready for bed by about 10PM, leaving me to realize that I had not had anything but bar snacks for dinner, and was actually pretty hungry.

    So I wandered back towards my hotel, keeping an eye out for food. Being slightly tipsy and more than a little indecisive, I ended up steps from my hotel before realizing that I was still, in fact, hungry (and slightly tipsy). There I came across Cocobang. It’s near the hotel (a bad sign), but was full of people, including ones speaking Korean, drinking and eating and looking like they were having a good time (a good sign); anyways San Francisco is known for great food of the Asian variety, so I figured I’d give it a shot.

    I went in to the dark restaurant and was greeted by cheesy techno and a friendly host, who sat me in a corner where I could observe the whole scene. May I mention how much I love California’s smoking ban? In Atlanta, this place would have been full of cheap cigarette smoke. My server brought me tea (in a plastic cup), a menu, and asked if I’d been there before. I told him no, but that I loved Korean food and wanted to try his favorite dish on the menu. I don’t think he believed me, and tried to steer me towards the fried chicken wings which, on the next table, looked OK, but not at all like what I wanted.

    Again emphasizing that I wanted the regular version (as opposed to the for-whiteys version), I ordered the spicy beef short rib BBQ plate, because it smelled really good from the table on the other side of me from the chicken. I was loving the hilarious music videos being played on the giant TV over a bar that looks more like someone’s office than a place to set drinks (papers are piled high on top), and only nearly stopped myself from adding a soju cocktail to my order. But, I had to be up for work in the morning!

    My food came out: slices of beef in a neon red sauce. My server again looked incredulous when I told him that I didn’t need a fork and knife (I’d been glancing now and again at my neighbors, ensuring I had the proper technique in mind). Since the ribs were bone-in, and you really just had to gnaw the meat off the bones, it was messy and a bit of a challenge, but food’s more fun when you earn it!

    It was tasty, but not the best I’ve ever had. The sauce was nice – not much oil in it, letting the fat from the beef take care of that texture – and while not as spicy as I’d have liked (mine was clearly not as spicy (by smell alone) as the one next to me), it was not too sweet and still had good flavors. The accompanying kimchee, pickled soybeans, and radish were good too. I finished my meal, happily sated but not stuffed at all (the portion was really just right for me). I sipped tea and water, watched the really drunk patrons (most of the others there) and giggled at the videos.

    All told, Cocobang is not the kind of place I’d go out of my way for, but as far as tourist-district restaurants go, it was tasty, pretty cheap ($15 plus tax etc.), and open very late. If I was in town on vacation and staying near Union Square (OK, that’s not likely, but whatever), I’d probably end up there for end-of-night munchies.

    Cocobang
    550 Taylor St
    San Francisco, CA 94102
    (415) 292-5144

    -MAW

  • 19Nov

    I’m in the middle of a crisis.  It’s not that I’m watching Angels in American while drinking pink champagne.  That my friends, that is divine!  Here is my problem; an age old conundrum that haunts us all at one time or another – where do I eat and what should I order?

    Let me use Thanksgiving as a case study.  My parents are coming for dinner – that makes us a party of four.  I love to cook – the brown butter pound cake fresh from the oven to my right would agree to this.  But for only four people, the hassle of Thanksgiving preparation becomes almost unbearable.  So, we shall eat out…but where?  Everyone loves Citronelle.  The Blue Duck Tavern was ok the first time I went, but if the Obama’s can date night there, may be its gotten better!  Rasika perhaps?  In the end, we’ve picked Corduroy.

    Why Corduroy?  Because it suits everyone’s needs.  Some hate fish, others don’t eat meat.  I’ve looked at the menu for Central – it looks delicious – but my partner won’t stick a chunk of bumblebee in his mouth unless there’s some mayo smothered on top.  I’ll probably never eat at Central.  Another place I’ll probably never eat – Wolfgang Puck’s offering. Asian-fusion speaks to everyone born after 1972, but it’s closed on Sunday.  Like Komi.  Chefs, I work hard for a living -hard, long hours.  Saturday is time to spend at home with my loved ones.  Sunday, I can eat out.  But not at The Source or Komi unfortunately.

    My point, as I come up for air through my rambling, is that I will probably never eat at some of the best restaurants in Washington, D.C.  Not for lack of resources or interest, but because dining out, is, in the end, compromise.  I eat out with people I enjoy – and if they hate seafood, good-bye Hook.  Should I go by myself?  Some people would.  I’ve seen a movie by myself, and I’ve buffeted at Bob’s Big Boy solo, but I’m not going top notch as a single.  Where’s the fun in it?  It’s all for the food some would say.  But eating is a communal act, and I need someone to trash talk the scallops with!

    Where do I eat, and what do I order?  I order what I want – I’m a big boy, like Bob, and I eat where everyone can enjoy the experience.  Everyone’s hungry?  Perkins is a no.  But we may stroll over to Open City.  Food is best when savored with company.   When everyone at the table is happy, the gods smile down from their endless serving of ambrosia, knowing in that moment, that we are all eating from the same dish.

    AEK

  • 03Nov

    Lia'sLia’s in Friendship Heights

    I’ve been to Lia’s (A Chef Geoff restaurant) a bunch of times now, both because of its close proximity to my boyfriends house and because of their great Happy Hour specials. For the most part, I find the food at Lia’s to be over priced and mediocre. The entrees range from $15 to $30 and although the portions are substantial the quality of the food isn’t particularly amazing. But anything off the Happy Hour menu is fairly priced, especially the beer and burgers.

    The decor at Lia’s reminds me of Macaroni Grill.  The restaurant has low lighting and a cozy feel in the bar area and a very nice and cavernous feeling dining room that is almost always empty.

    The staff is polite and friendly. The waiters aren’t snobby and they make you feel at home. The bartenders are also very nice, and once you go in there a few times they seem to recognize you and remember what you like to order.

    The food at Lia’s is only okay (mediocre). To me there is nothing incredible or creative showcased there and if you are ordering off the normal menu it can be very overpriced. According to my boyfriend, the burgers are good and if you make it for Happy Hour (or all day on Mondays and Wednesdays) they’re only $6 for a burger and choice of side. He favors the gorgonzola burger served with shoe string french fries. The burger itself is small and the toppings and french fries are generously piled high. Other sides such as the salad (soaked in dressing) and steamed spinach (over salted) were unmemorable…as far as good qualities go.

    The pizzas are also reasonably priced at $8 for a personal pie. So far I’ve had the “straight up,” which is a cheese pizza and the mushroom pizza with tomato sauce. Although both pizza’s had a wonderful crunchy crust they both had almost no tomato sauce (a minus for me) and a liberal dose of olive oil on top. I like olive oil but they went a little too crazy with it for my taste.  Leaving my pizza greasy and after a few minutes mushy and soft.  Lia’s is not the type of restaurant where you want to be blotting your food and leaving greasy napkins around (especially when you’re with a date) so I was forced to throw away half of my pizza which had become almost inedible because of the thick layer of oil on it.

    They did some things well. I loved the fattoush salad which is like a Greek Salad but had a more lemony dressing; It was fresh, light and very filling. I really enjoyed the small plates of appetizer salads that we ordered as appetizers. We ordered the House Jardiniere, eggplant caponata and the garbanzo and tomato salad. I found that everything but the garbanzo and tomato salad (which had way too much oil in it for my taste) was very good. Oh, and fair warning – they may seem small but these plates are extremely filling, which I learned the hard way. 🙂 The complimentary foccacio bread that is served is delicious and very reminiscent of Macaroni Grill. The chicken sandwich is very good but a bit too heavy on the mayonnaise for my liking; it is served on huge slabs of foccacio bread with several large pieces of chicken inside, so it isn’t for nibblers!  Grab that sandwich with both hands and dig in!

    No outing to Lia’s is complete without sampling the gigantic glasses of beer that Chef Geoff restaurants are famous for offering. Half a glass of one of those is enough to get me tipsy and partially full. So bottom line for Lia’s – Come for the Happy Hour specials and beer. Skip the ridiculously priced entrees and go to Macaroni Grill for your Italian fix.

    Lia’s
    4445 Willard Ave.
    Chevy Chase, MD 20815
    (240) 223-5427

    -JNF (Jacqueline, a Guest Writer)

  • 13Oct

    VIA BeerOn a recent weekend trip to DC, I wanted an early brunch before my flight out. Forgetting that basically nothing opens before 11, my compatriot and I found ourselves wandering Columbia Heights, desperate for coffee. It was before 11 AM, after all. So we did the nearly unthinkable, and entered the nearest instance of Starbucks.

    After purchasing our small (yes, that’s “small,” not whatever test-marketed non-word they print on the menus) coffees, we stopped by the table where a very nice lady was administering the taste-test challenge to promote the new Starbucks instant coffee product, VIA. We both correctly identified the instant brew – to me it had a powdery taste, and was blunter than the drip variety. So we won free samples and coupons.

    In my office the next day, I dutifully replaced my after-lunch pod coffee with a cup of VIA, and considered its (de)merits. For instant coffee, it’s not bad – certainly better than Folgers or Taster’s Choice. The flavor is smooth, slightly bitter but not too much so, and has the burnt overtones one expects from Colombian coffee (and especially from Starbucks). This isn’t going to replace the jar of Bru (or Elite, when I can get it) on my desk, but the convenient single-dose packets may find a home in my bag/briefcase for on-the-go emergencies.

    Back in DC, my fellow-caffeine fiend and I wandered back to Commonwealth, and figured that if we stood outside long enough, they’d eventually open and let us eat. They did, and we sat at a table on their lovely patio. Well, lovely except that the tall buildings of the New CoHi blocked the sun and created a wind-tunnel effect, partially negating the gorgeousness of the morning. But not fully. It was still gorgeous and a nice place to sit.

    Along with the menus, the host graciously brought us actual coffee mugs in which to pour our (definitely not supposed to have been brought in from outside in general, and certainly not from That Place) coffees. My friend ordered a tasty beer, and I wanted a Bloody Mary. The beer was indeed tasty, but the Mary was a bit bland. Hoping to improve it, I asked for some Worcestershire – they didn’t seem to have any bottles, but to my delight made some up fresh and brought it in a little dressing bowl. The addition was 50% of what the drink needed (as for the remaining half – I am, sadly, way too classy to ask for an extra shot of vodka at 11 AM. Obviously.).

    We ordered food – shirred eggs and an eggs Benedict (with ham). The shirred eggs looked really good, and my friend liked them – basically, it was a bed of ham with eggs on top and cheese on top of that. I am always wary of ordering the Benedict, as it’s so often disappointing. This, however, was not disappointing at all. Three medium-poached eggs topped in a thick Hollandaise atop a big piece of crusty toast (not muffins) and ham that was really more like Prosciutto. Yum.

    The bread served at the table was also really good, with a very nice raspberry jam, and who doesn’t love the fresh pickles to the side? So, all in all, I can halfheartedly not not recommend the new Starbucks instant coffee stuff, and wholly recommend Commonwealth for brunch on a sunny late Sunday morning.

    -MAW

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