Showing posts with label Leather District. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leather District. Show all posts

Monday, October 24, 2011

O Ya Grand Omakase Chef's Tasting

Preceded by its upstanding reputation and precluded by a hefty price tag; the buzz hasn't let up since it opened in March of 2007, and my desire to visit has only grown stronger all the while. As good fortune combined with a little hard work and dedication would have it, I landed an invitation to dinner at O Ya as a result of my involvement with the soon-to-launch website Tasted Menu. I made my way down to the Leather District on a misty Thursday evening; by 6:30 pm it was nearly dark as I ducked off Atlantic Avenue onto East Street, where the restaurant resides in an obscure brick building marked by small glowing lanterns and a single hanging sign. The discreet entrance is just around the corner, where a commanding door, tall and narrow constructed of chic wood leads you into an intimate dining space heralded by an L shaped sushi bar. The decor inside this reclaimed firehouse is minimal and sleek, the vibe serene and comfortable. Joined by fellow beta testers and friends, Rachel and Bianca, along with Tasted Menu's CEO, Alex we embarked on an epic twenty-two course culinary voyage; The Omakase Grand Tasting Menu ($275/per person). Omakase is a Japanese phrase that means "I'll leave it to you", and at O Ya, it is a matchless expression of chef Tim Cushman's talents. Each dish in his repertoire stands as a work of art; creative, innovative, and poignantly displayed. The taste embraces qualities that stretch far beyond the realm of adjectives that do them justice; simply stated, this is some extraordinary Japanese cuisine. In a bamboo steamer filled with ice are Kumamoto Oysters to begin the meal. The beloved bivalve is sweet and ridiculously plump, adorned with juicy watermelon pearls and a refreshing cucumber mignonette. Next comes Hamachi, a type of Yellowtail fish characterized by its light pink, oily flesh. Rich, smooth, buttery and topped with a lightly torched spicy pepper banana mousse, it gives off a fantastic heat that lingers on the palate. Elegantly draped over a block of rice, Wild King Salmon glistens on the plate and the taste buds, with a spicy lemongrass curry sauce and a chiffonade of thai basil. Maine Sea Urchin & White Sturgeon Caviar proves a duo of oceanic delicacies are even better than one. Sharp with a touch of sweetness, the bright yellow roe is ultra creamy, just a hint firmer than pudding. The caviar is smooth and glossy, imparting a rich nutty flavor. Fishy meets elegant in a composed bite of Kamasu Wild Line Caught Japanese Barracuda balancing a baby tomato and shiso drizzled with yuzu truffle. Barracuda is a unique fish that possesses a firm texture and strong flavor. And so it begins. I've finished a glass of Dassai Junmai Daiginjo Nigori ($14) and now we've moved onto a bottle of the same ($40) for the table. The courses proceed in spectacular fashion with the Fried Kumamoto Oyster out next. The crisp oyster is still distinctively briny, dressed in a zesty citrus yuzu kosho aioli with a crown of squid ink bubbles, the black glistening foam resembles an imaginative outer space crater. Altogether this lightly chewy and crispy, bubbly and buttery bite is an astonishing sensation. A fatty Bluefin Toro Tartare is sophisticated with sea salt and garlic, overlapped with thinly shaved alba white truffles. This individually portioned dish was a thoughtful change of pace from the highly skilled nigiri preparations that preceded, and those that continue to follow still with inventive flavors highlighting impeccably fresh pieces of fish. A second bite of Salmon, even more enlightening than the first is coated in a Vietnamese dashi caramel soy sauce and topped with a spicy rau ram (Vietnamese cilantro/coriander) salsa. Then comes the coveted Bluefin Tuna. Its ruby red dense fatty flesh is brushed in a foie gras ponzu capped with caramelized onion and crunchy gobo, a Japanese root which lends a distinct nuttiness. As we near the halfway point, bracing for the move to more subtle flavors, a traditional palate cleanser of Alaskan King Crab Sunomono with pickled wakame, daikon and cucumber is served. Following is an intricate bite of Aji Tataki - the mackerel is finely chopped and served with daikon pickle, myoga and scallion ginger powder. The herbaceous gingery notes are pronounced as the powder playfully melts into your tongue. Next we recieve Smoked Unagi, the eel appealing for its typically sweet, melty qualities takes on another level of complexity having been smoked and served with soy maple and pickled ginger. This was an incredible bite of a favorite sushi delicacy that I never knew could be so dynamic. Speaking of dynamic, out comes another grand gesture, Foie Gras Powder served on an elongated wooden spoon with smoked miso and preserved California yuzu. The complexities amaze, the texture is at once fluffy before it melts into a lightweight paste, finishing with a crunch of tempura. The flavors are unexpectedly powerful and pronounced. A beautiful Bluefin Otoro comes sashimi style, with wasabi oil and heaps of green onion. This tuna belly is flawless, the toppings lending a balanced heat. Two small bites each of Arctic Char are served with cured yuzu, cilantro and smoked sesame brittle over a thick brushstroke of an inventive cumin aioli. A Hokkaido Sea Scallop is of impeccable sashimi grade quality brimming with freshness, bathing in a delicious sake sea urchin jus, topped with burgundy truffles. I actually preferred to eat the truffles separate from the scallops, I felt their powerful depth masked the beauty of the exquisite sea creature. Relishing every intricate bite with a focused concentration, we're three quarters of the way finished and still somehow the best is yet to come. The Shiso Tempura with Grilled Lobster presents a tempura dredged crispy fried shiso leaf cradling succulent lobster and charred tomato with a dollop of ponzu aioli. Like an intricate version of the best potato chip you've ever tasted, this bite of food plays magic tricks on your palate. Gold leafs shimmer atop a dazzling "Faberge" Onsen Egg that has been delicately slow poached revealing a creamy runny yolk greeted by white sturgeon caviar, green onion and a sweet soy dashi sauce. A dish of Grilled Chanterelle & Shitake Mushrooms are pleasantly aromatic and unconventionally exquisite. Thinly sliced caps are tender and fleshy, almost meaty, stems are slightly firmer, layered with rosemary garlic oil, sesame froth and housemade soy. On its own a $61 dish, the Seared Petit Strip Loin of Wagyu is astonishingly good. A flawless preparation showcases silky smooth slices of beef, subtly sweet with a savory edge, over a bed of potato confit accented with sea salt and white truffle oil. As we near the end, Hillman Fresh Chevre comes speckled with vanilla nori over a pool of Asian pear. The tart and creamy goat cheese is balanced by the juicy Asian pear, while soothing vanilla nori adds a contrast with a dash of crunch. To wash down this second to last bite, a Mito No Kairakuen Premuim Plum Liquer, aged 5 years is a welcome refreshment. We cross the finish line with an indulgent Foie Gras Nigiri coated in balsamic chocolate kabayaki and claudio corallo rasin cocoa pulp. A thick wedge of lightly seared foie gras is swept up in sweet chocolate tempered by a tang of balsamic and hint of raisin. A glorious finale, especially as it's teemed with a Hanahato Junmai Kijoshu Sake, aged 8 years, from Hiroshima. The final bites, and the thoughtfully paired sips of thick, sweet sake are exquisite.
It's 11:00 pm and we've closed down the restaurant. I feel blissfully enlightened and incredibly lucky. To celebrate a very special occasion or should you find yourself inheriting a small fortune, allow this modern Japanese cuisine to entice you. O Ya is all at once extravagant, refined and elaborate; wonderfully imaginative and genuinely outstanding.
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Monday, June 14, 2010

South Street Diner / North Street Grille

Two breakfast restaurants owned and operated by the same family - the brother owns South Street Diner and the sister owns North Street Grille. I learned this while eating breakfast at South Street Diner (pictured) on Saturday morning while chatting it up with the owner.
"Oh your sisters owns that spot, does she?" Say it ain't so. Right then and there the conversation went from friendly to awkward. Adam and I exchanged glances as we held our tongues. When we offered no words of praise on his families other breakfast location - he knew something was up. He was probably able to pick up on the looks of disgust we couldn't help but show on our faces. Awkward silence. "Yea well they do things a bit differently over there" he stated. We nodded. More awkward silence. Then he cracked a joke about how "it's the same breakfast at both spots, just $5 more at North Street Grill because of the North End location." Well he's got a point there. We concurred and all laughed at this statement.
We observed the Golden Rule. You know "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all." Really, it wasn't the time or the place. The time and the place would be here and now. North Street Grille, without a doubt, hands down, worst service I have ever received to date in life. OK so the first time around, it wasn't all bad. It was over priced, that's for sure, but we went back because we're neighbors. And like good neighbors, we decided to support the local place of business.
The second time around, however, was the last. I left that day feeling like I wasn't worthy of being treated like a human being. I left defeated and hungry. After an extended wait time for a table (that was severely misjudged by the host), 45 minutes later we were finally seated. There were three of us in total, who each ordered scrambled eggs and toast. As in - we ordered simple, no fuss breakfasts foods. Thirty more minutes pass. Thirty. We've questioned our waiter once, he was unhelpful. The table next to us (who arrived after us) receives their appetizers and then their entrees. My table had still received nothing except our drinks. When we inquired with our waiter, once again, we did not receive an apology to any extent. I'm talking no explanation as to our eggs whereabouts, not even a simple "I'm sorry" uttered. He could barely even make eye contact with us. My party and I made the executive decision that we had to leave after being completely ignored. (We left money on the table, for our drinks.) The host then proceeded to chase us down the street, yelling, and was rather profane, stating we had to pay for our meal. What meal?! WE NEVER GOT A MEAL. Then he threatened repeatedly to call the police and have us arrested. So we paid. We paid for a meal that we never saw, and never ate. It was clear to us we were blatantly forgotten about. We were ignored all morning. We had to catch a train. We had no choice. We had to leave! We had been there over 45 minutes waiting for the simplest of breakfasts orders. (I swear, this is no exaggeration!) As a server if you forget about a table, you admit it, say you are sorry and move on. At North Street Grill, they do do things differently. I was faced with the rudest service I have ever encountered in all my life. The staff acted like they were entitled to treat us however they pleased. The other reason I felt so neglected and hurt was because North Street Grille gets some stellar reviews. Why wasn't I treated with the respect the table next to me was getting?! That party arrived after us. They were all served food before us - appetizers and then piping hot, huge plates of breakfast foods.

I take my dining experiences very personally and so I feel after blogging for 3 months, I am allowed this rant. The way we were treated was unacceptable. I always make it a point to comment on my waitstaff. So when I say ___ insert nice adjectives about waitress or waiter here, I mean it. Most of the waitstaff I encounter are super friendly. Like the guy who served us at South Street Diner on Saturday morning. Now he was a good guy. He served my breakfast 2 eggs over easy with homefries and toast ($6) promptly and with a smile.
He checked to make sure everything was OK. He brought me jam. He refilled my coffee.
He acted as a normal breakfast waiter should. We paid our $17 tab and even hung out for a bit, chatting with the owner and playing tunes from the jukebox.
So we've got two Boston breakfast joints owned by the same family that vary drastically in style, price and service. I walk by North Street Grille all the time and to this day feel a strong hatred towards them. The aura surrounding that place is nothing but negative. My dining experience there took place before III was in existence, but I felt you all needed to know what went down, and why when guests inquire about the place across the street I tell them I can not now nor ever take them there. South Street Diner on the contrary, came through for us yet again. Lucky for them, I've decided not to hold my distaste for one sibling against the other.