• 11Jan

    Part of any good traveling experience is culinary; sampling the local cuisine even if it’s only different versions of things you have at home is always advised. Dc.gifThis is especially true in a place like Washington where just about any
    nationality you can think of is represented in some way. With a little effort you can find whatever suits you here, and some things that are woefully gross and you’d do better to avoid.

    On this trip it just so happened that my first experience dining out was at an old favorite – Full Kee in Chinatown. Now, I am going to complain about Full Kee. And many of you are going to cock your heads to one side and say, ‘Dear boy, you bought Chinese food in Chinatown. What did you expect?’ But to those of you I say that there have been many times when I was the only gringo in the place (whatever the Chinese version of gringo is) and I was able to order very good family style Cantonese food here. A few months ago it was here that I
    enjoyed the best bowl of noodles with brisket that I’ve ever had. This time I was disappointed with the Pan Fried Noodles w/ Shrimp ($8) I ordered, which were largely tasteless and cool. I’d definitely go again, but I think the trick here is to ask for what the kitchen staff or servers might eat, as I did with the noodles last time. I had better luck and an adventure of sorts. [ed. note: Full Kee underwent renovations and a change in ownership last year, and may still be sorting things out]

    After the theater the original plan was to have dinner at a smallish Italian place near the KC whose name escapes me. Due to a dinner crunch we ended up calling ahead to the Circle Bistro, which serves a large French menu to guests of the Washington Circle Hotel and anyone else looking for a very pleasant meal in a refined
    atmosphere. Several members of my party ordered the Yukon Gold Potato Gnocchi ($19), which arrived in a shallow dish with Fall vegetables. A small sample revealed firm Gnocchi in a mild cream sauce, with hints of sage. I chose the Classic Tartare of Hereford Beef ($12), served with a paper cone of pomme frites. It was really very good, with the taste of fresh ultra-rare beef undercut slightly by quality capers.

    Coffee junkies that we are, we spent quite a bit of time in coffee houses or places that cater to coffee house types. Tryst
    is an old favorite, serving dozens of coffee drinks and teas in a sort of yard sale chic atmosphere. I had a good but very strong Egg Nog with Rum here. The food is pretty good as well, perfect for studying or reading with. Sandwiches, for instance, run $6-7 and are made on site by actual humans with quality ingredients. Two relative newcomers, looking to capitalize on the popularity of Tryst, are Open City and Busboys
    + Poets
    . I thought Open City had a delicious Soy Latte, then noticed why: all their coffee is roasted by and purchased from Tryst. (I’ve since been told they’re actually owned by Tryst.) Busboys + Poets has the same intricate tea services as Tryst, with a large stage in back for the inevitable poetry slam. All these places make it clear that it’s really difficult to get a lousy cup of Joe in DC except for in the Dirksen cafeteria.

    Utopia is in a row house in the U District, and has really made an effort to leave some lasting mark on the neighborhood with a sort of Afro-Cuban decor and live jazz when we visited. I pounce on good Mussels when they’re in season (months ending in “R”, kids…) so I had to try them in Lemon Caper Cream sauce. I really didn\’t expect the sauce to be as good as it was; complex, a bit sweet, and completely worth the untold hours on the treadmill it will take to make it (and the two pieces of bread that soaked it up) go away. I think I\’ll be mentally filing Utopia away as a place to return to later.

    In addition to all the places in DC to dine where one is expected to dress as if they just climbed out of the Banana Republic window, there are other very tasty and far less formal spots, like Julia’s
    Empanadas
    . There are three in various spots in the city but my favorite is on 18th NW across from Madam’s Organ. It’s really hard to be elitist about the favorite cuisine of labor union organizers and socialist revolutionaries that’s best eaten with two hands and a Guava juice. The window outside purports that each is “handmade with love,” and I’d believe it. For looks the little pastry pouches can’t be beat, and the taste is a delicious break from the normal bland pub food.

    Also in Adam’s Morgan is the fantastic Amsterdam
    Falafel
    . Like Julia’s, Amsterdam caters to the late night crowd of revelers with simple fare. Serving only three main items—a small falafel, regular falafel, and pomes frites – in the upstairs of a small row house, Amsterdam does what it does very well. Each falafel is crunchy on the outside and surprisingly flavorful inside. Served plain, it’s up to you to decide what you’d like from a bar of toppings including tahini and other made on-site relishes and chiffonades. I especially love the jalapeno and cilantro herb relish. While I love a nice – as we say in the south, ‘sit-down’ meal – sometimes eating from a paper pouch while you walk down 18th is a lot of fun. Julia’s and Amsterdam are an absolute must when I’m in Washington, and for comfort food they’ve got my vote.
    This was written by guest contributer NMJ.

  • 03Jan

    Ah, tapas. You and your cured meats and your rich cheeses and your rich marinades and your small-plates-that-falsely-lead-me-to-believe-I’m-not-gorging-myself. jaleo.jpg
    I love you so.
    I renewed my love-affair with the late night Spanish dish when a friend and I took out a visitor from Pasadena to Jaleo’s Crystal City location last week. Three of us didn’t really need nine tapas. But boy, did we enjoy them. The roundup:
    Quesos de Espana: Jaleo’s cheese plate includes Murcia, Picon, Idiazabal and Manchengo, if you can’t stick to just one. The portions aren’t giant, but they end up being more than you need, once you order other items. I’m always partial to manchengo, though picon was a little pungent for my liking; overall, I enjoyed all four choices.
    Spanish sausage: If you get the variety plate, Jaleo provides you small slices of chorizo, soria, butifarra, salchichon, with a toasty bread to match. Rich and spicy.
    Duck confit with pear sauce: One of my favorite dishes, this was incredibly rich – the duck was juicy without being too fatty, and the sauce nicely balanced the bird’s sauciness.
    Octopus with paprika: Eh. It tastes as you’d expect it to taste. Didn’t mind the rubbery texture, but the overall effect was a little more bland than I’d hoped.
    Tortilla de patatas: This was probably my choice as top dish, though it wasn’t anything particularly unique. Served warm, to my surprise, this tortilla was savory and flavorful, despite there not being much to it. Very filling and satisfying.
    Spanish mackerel: I could have done without this choice, but my two dining companions raved, so I’ll chalk it up to my antipathy towards fishy-tasting fish. Simply prepared, showing off the fish itself.
    Steamed mussels: This is a great buy at Jaleo as they give you more mussels than you’d expect for a tapas order – I’m not sure we even fished them all. The bay leaves are really prominent in the broth’s taste, and that’s a good thing.
    Marinated beef: I’m frustrated with myself for not remembering this dish exactly – I think it was slices of beef tenderloin, cooked rare. No complaints; thin, juicy beef with a melting texture.
    Spinach with pine nuts: A surprise hit, there was just enough olive oil and sweet accent (raisins) to make this vegetable stand out.
    You can’t really go wrong with Jaleo – it’s priced moderately, the waitresses are friendly and low key, the atmosphere is colorful and laid-back. Though the sherry lemonade isn’t anything to brag about – we should have picked up some sangria at the bar before heading to our table. Next time.
    Jaleo
    2250 A Crystal Drive
    Arlington, VA 22202
    (703) 413-8181
    Other locations in Bethesda and downtown

  • 01Jan

    Lettuce.jpgSurely, an appetizer at this upscale Upper Northwest restaurant advertised as an “iceberg wedge with Maytag blue cheese and applewood smoked bacon” would be something substantial. Would the cheese and bacon be artfully arranged on a bed of crispy lettuce? Maybe the lettuce would be used to separate the two heartier ingredients, assuring crisp bacon and cold Maytag. Seriously, why would anyone at a respectable eatery put the focus on iceberg lettuce, the most boring type of the most boring salad ingredient?
    Lo and behold, the dish arrived at the table: a quarter-head of iceberg (hence the “wedge”) with some horseradishy dressing sprinkled on the top, two little pieces of cheese propped up on the side of the wedge, like a Christmas tree waiting for removal by the city, and about a dozen little squares of bacon on top. It looked like a scene out of college, except with better plates: when you don’t have anything but some lettuce, salad dressing, and cheese and bacon bits in your fridge, you pile them up on a plate and dig in. Why anyone would pay $8 for it is beyond me.
    It was explained to me by a dinner companion that I am out of the loop on these things and that “the iceberg wedge is a classic WASP dish and is very big right now.” Cold, hard and bland – just like the admissions board of a top country club. No wonder that Americans have so eagerly dismissed their Mayflower heritage for pizza, chow mien, chicken tikka masala, falafel and many other dishes enjoyed in spicier parts of the world.
    Buck’s Fishing and Camping
    5031 Connecticut Ave., NW
    Washington, DC
    202-364-0777

  • 01Jan

    fruitcake.jpgFor all the fuss that fruitcakes get, I’ve never actually received the gift (or re-gifted it for that matter) in all my twenty Christmases. Call me young and naive, but the tradition seems as obsolete as wearing Ugg boots with skirts or holding Christmas soirees rather than Chrismukah ones. But for those of you who did receive a fruitcake (and please come forward) here are some ideas of how to put that Eff-cake to use.
    1. Contribute to the Cold Stone Creamery Fruitcake Freedom Initiative. Donate a fruitcake to any Cold Stone location throughout the nation (click here for DC-area ones) during December, and receive 5 bucks off any 8-inch ice cream cake (originally around twenty-five bucks). Or use the credit toward one of the exclusive December ice cream flavors: either Santa’s Reward—a Candy Cane ice cream mixed with double Oreos. Or After Dinner Mint—Dark Chocolate Peppermint ice cream swirled with marshmallows, Oreos and chocolate shavings.
    2. Save money on bird seed. Even the National Wildlife Federation endorses the idea. But the nature activists warn cake abusers not to go tossing around pieces of rum-infused ones. We wouldn’t want the birds flying under the influence. And while you’re at it, sing along to the Mary Poppin’s classic. Feeeed the biiiiirds, tuppence a bag…
    3. Buy a plane ticket to Manitou Springs, Colorado and feel free to chuck or hurl the brains out of the little Eff-devil. The Eleventh Annual Great Fruitcake Toss endorses fruitcake abuse of all kinds. This year, in response to the overwhelming flux of disgruntled recipients, the competition site has been upgraded to the Manitou Springs High School track! Yippe-iee-yahooo! Awards will go to the greatest hurled distance, as well as the most glamorous, creative and ugly transformations of a fruitcake. Oh and calling all Washington-area-ians, you may also go home with the furthest distance traveled award. That is, if you’re not opposed to the stack of required paperwork.
    4. Splurge on a Panettone, the Eff-cake’s enchanting Italian cousin. Realize that there’s no way the dark horse relative will ever live up to the all-to-delicious-at-12-grams-of-fat-a-slice P-dream. She is light, fluffy and hardly reminiscent of anything leftover.
    5. Forget Klondike. What would you do for a Fruitcake Sandwich? Thinly slice the Eff-baby and place a dollop of leftover ice cream (from last Sunday’s dessert fest) in between the two cake wafers. Wrap in any sort of foil or saran wrap and freeze overnight.
    6. Fondue party anyone? Chop them into cubes with other miscellaneous leftover chunks (i.e. turkey, Uncle Eugene’s bright orange cheese cube, pie chunks, green beans) and throw together an alternative pre-New Year’s Fondue Ball. If the cake still resurfaces as leftovers, throw the pieces into the oven for 15ish minutes, and use as croutons in a sweeter salad. Like a pear and blue cheese one with raspberry vinaigrette.
    7. You know you’re craving an Applesauce Cheddar Fruitcake…(umm, what?) Consult the Eff-cake recipe library if you really decide get into this.
    8. Still not impressed? Try alternative doorstop, fireplace log or bathtub drainer—those seem to be the traditional favorites.

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  • 31Dec

    cursedstarbux.jpg
    If you’ve lived in D.C. long enough, you know the story of 1801 Columbia Road. In what should be a good location to open a business, right at the top of the 18th Street corridor on the way to the Metro, the large storefront cycles through businesses every few years, with each owner chastened by the experience, proclaiming the truth of the curse rumors.
    As the legend has it, there was nothing wrong with 1801 until the early 1970s, when the storefront was occupied by a pizzaria. A killer worked there, tossing dough in the air when he wasn’t terrorizing Greater Adams-Morgan. Ever since the pizza place closed, no business has ever been able to succeed, perhaps due to the ghosts of the pizza man’s victims.
    Strange things happened to businesses in 1801. During a short-lived turn as a tapas joint, I went in for sangria, lured by the big sign advertising a special on sangria. There were out of sangria on a Wednesday night.
    Right now, 1801 is occupied by a Starbucks, which has survived longer than the average business, probably due to support from the head office, which does not have a history of shutting down branches. No matter how much money they lose, Starbucks is not going to shut this place down.
    The ghosts have other plans.
    Yesterday morning, I went into the cursed Starbucks and ordered a venti coffee. Shouldn’t be a problem, right? If they can make an iced quadruple-venti soy nonfat caramel white mocha with whipped cream, they can fix me a cuppa joe.
    “We’re sorry, but the coffee machine hasn’t been working all day. We don’t know why and we’re still trying to fix it.”
    It isn’t an urban legend if it’s true, you know.

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  • 27Dec

    martiniz.jpgGreetings from Honk Hong where they take their Christmas shopping more seriously than any Macy’s ever did. So when you’ve been salivating over Prada and Versace, all day, stop in at Isobar overlooking Victoria
    Harbor for a
    Candy Cane Martini
    One shot Sky Vanilla Vodka
    One shot peppermint Schnapps
    Shake with ice, serve with a cherry and a sprig of mint .

  • 26Dec

    Pecan pie is one of my favorite things, and so, when it came time to assign dishes for this years Christmukkah dinner, that’s what I decided to make. Needless to say, I could not just follow a recipe – I had to try a few new twists! The first thing that came to mind was to soak the pecans in rum before baking, from which I hoped to get a richer flavor (and more of it, as the rum would then also be pecan-infused).
    The second addition I made was impromptu – while mixing up the filling, I decided that what it needed was citrus. So, I convinced my dad to eat an orange so that I could use the zest.

    Pecan.JPG
    What I did was this:
    9-inch unbaked pie shell (frozen is OK)
    3 eggs (you can use egg beaters)
    1 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
    1/2 cup dark corn syrup
    1/4 teaspoon salt
    Dark rum (I used Meyers)
    1/4 cup butter, melted
    1 cup shelled pecans (halves are fine)
    ½ teaspoon fresh orange zest
    1/2 cup heavy cream
    1 tablespoon sugar
    About a day before baking, I put the pecans in a ceramic dish, poured rum over then (covering about 2/3), and covered the dish with a lid. It got stirred every few hours when people were awake and thought about it.
    Then, I started baking as follows.

    Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

    – Beat eggs in a medium-size bowl until they are light-colored and fluffy, and good peaks form. (Use an electric mixer. If you do it with the standard egg-beater, you will have a sore arm by the time you are finished.)
    – Add the brown sugar, corn syrup, salt, zest, and three tablespoons of the pecan-infused rum and stir by hand with a spoon until the sugar is dissolved and the ingredients are thoroughly mixed.
    – Stir in the butter and pecans (drain them before adding, but keep the rum!). Pour into the pie shell and bake for 40 minutes or until a knife inserted in the filling comes out clean. Let cool. Serve with whipped cream, to which you have added the remaining infused rum and the tablespoon of sugar.

    I think the results of this pie were mixed. It tasted good, but I think there’s some refinement left to do on the recipe. First of all, I think it would have been good to have more orange zest – maybe a whole teaspoonful.
    Then, the pecans. There should be more of them, and some should not be marinated – maybe 1 cup rum-infused and a half-cup plain, to add some crunch. Alternatively, it might work to marinate them more in advance, and then pre-roast them so they are dry and crunchy, but still have the rum flavor. Reserving some (wet) rum-infused pecans and adding them to the top of the pie (halfway through baking, so they don’t sink) would be really good – they would caramelize a bit and make a nice top-coat thing.
    And that’s what I did on Christmukkah.

  • 25Dec

    Happy Holidays from the DCFUD family! We hope that your Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza, Solstice, Winter Holiday and/or Generic Celebration (or Anti-Celebration) dinner consists of fantastic food and even better company.

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  • 20Dec

    This is a favorite dish of mine that really hits the spot on a winter’s eve. I’ve been meaning to experiment with this a bit, perhaps leaving the skin on the chicken, substituting duck for chicken, or stuffing the chicken breasts with the fruits instead of topping them. If you feel similarly inclined, let us know how it turns out!
    This is a family recipe, and no one has ever written down any measures: use as many skinless, boneless chicken breasts as you like, topped with as much of the other stuff as you like.
    marmalade_2004b.jpg
    -Preheat oven to 325 degrees.
    -Quarter the chicken breasts.
    -Put chicken in an appropriately-sized oven-safe dish that has a cover – I use the ceramic kind with glass lid.
    -Dab a bit of orange marmalade on top of each piece.
    -Add black and green olives.
    -Add currants and dried apricots (cut in half).
    -Pour over with apple cider – half way up is good, don’t overfill!
    -Cover and cook 20 minutes.
    -Remove from oven, baste, and replace in oven, uncovered, for another 10-15 minutes.
    I recommend serving this one with baked sweet potato or brown rice.

  • 13Dec

    barossa.bmpIt’s a tough life for a Groovy Grape tour leader. Every day he gets tourists really really drunk on Barossa wines, eats some Kangaroo, and then drives everyone home snoring in a big white van.
    Actually, no joke- it probably is tough. A recent study showed that 50 % of Australians consider drinking till they pass out to be an indelible part of their national character, right up there with playing footy and beating up minorities. And the Barossa valley police, operating as they do in Australia’s most prolific wine growing region, rake in a steady stream of moolah from day-trippin’ drivers who’ve indulged in their patriotism.
    This can’t be easy for a van-driving winery tour guide, but it’s great for us. A sizable chunk of the Australian wines that end up in the US start in this hilly area just outside of Adelaide on the Southern coast. Except for the wallaby roadkill it looks a lot like Provence: tiny stone villages, blue mountains in the distance, and carefully manicured vineyards. Quite a few of them are pruned by under-the-table backpacker labor, paid minimum wage and all the grapes they can steal.
    On this particular day our long-suffering guide drove us from cellar door to cellar door until we loved everyone in the world. You’ll be surprised how many of these wines end up in Calvert-Woodley Liquors (and everywhere else too).
    Richmond Grove actually owns vineyards in other Australia regions too, but its Barossa Shiraz is some tasty tasty stuff. The stone chateau would look great if everything else in the valley wasn’t made out of corrugated tin.
    Jacobs Creek is Australia’s largest wine brand- if you’ve drunk a shiraz, you’ve probably drunk Jacobs creek. And hated it. Their touristy celler door is really a high tech “visitors center” reminiscent of that humorous scene in Sideways. Their wines are uniformly bitter and watery.
    Vinecrest is famous for Its huge black dog that lazes around in front. The Semillons are sweet and fruity, the Shirazes are nifty (that’s a technical term).
    Bethany wins for the prettiest view, and has really really tasty everything: Great fortified that don’t kick your rear with sugar,and big spicy shirazes and shiraz mixes. I think there was a good Semillon here too, but I was way to gone to tell exactly.

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