Showing posts with label Sazerac. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sazerac. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Supper @ St. John Hotel

When I was Christmas shopping the weekend before I jetted off to London, I came across a tiny paperback book in Anthropologie of all places titled The Traditional Shops and Restaurants of London: A Guide to Century Old Establishments and New Classics. Its charming vintage cover and beautifully composed photographs drew me in, so I forked over the $18.95. As I paged through it on my flight, it turns out the book is 80% shops and 20% restaurants, bars and cafes. It is well written and informative, author Eugina Bell waxes poetic about purveyors of specialty goods - from booksellers and coffee roasters, umbrella makers and hatters, to tobaccoists, butchers, tea merchants and more. Of the few restaurants, one named St. John located in the meatpacking district stood out in my mind for its nose-to-tail concept and this excerpt: A favorite -- marrow and parsley salad -- is always on the menu, a dish that Anthony Bourdain calls, rather bluntly, his "death row meal." Well then! When Tricia and I were soliciting advice the previous day from our helpful concierge, he offered to make us a reservation for Saturday night. As it turned out, they were completely booked. However, they also have a location at the St. John Hotel which had opened this past spring in Leicester Square. This worked to our advantage, as Leicester Square was within walking distance of our hotel, easily much closer than the original location. We arrived around 7:50 for our 8pm reservation to a perplexed duo of hosts. They had our reservation, but seemed genuinely taken aback by how "early" we were (did they just laugh at us?!) It was odd. Tricia and I exchanged glances, and at once their faces softened and they offered us seats at the bar upstairs. Fine by us! We settled into plush rust-colored leather couches among starch white walls and glossy blue floors and ordered some cocktails. (Exterior and above photo were borrowed from the website, linked above.) At the bar I ordered an expertly crafted Sazerac (£11) , it warmed the lingering chill right out of me. Tricia got a French Pearl (£9) which was served in a fun dainty glass. Soon enough, our table was ready and we were ushered down the narrow winding stairwell, still with that striking laminated blue floor underfoot. It added to the nautical cruise ship theme, subtly stated by porthole windows on every door. The small dining room did not have much of a theme at all. Lacking decor, it was simple and understated with rustic wood floors and chairs to match, in contrast with a gleaming stainless steel open kitchen. The bright space with tables set in uniform close proximity grew increasingly more crowded and noisy as the night wore on. St. John felt trendy because it didn't try too hard, and the full house only affirmed its popularity. We were greeted by a jovial waiter, waters were filled promptly and a basket of addicting sourdough bread with a pat of creamy butter was delivered. Then we got to studying the menu, which by the way, did not have the infamous Anthony Bourdain death row marrow and parsley salad. (Perhaps it only stands on the menu at the original location?) What the menu did have was Devilled Pig Skin (£3.50), and our curiosity combined with a compelling description by our waitress (in London, it is not uncommon to have two servers - we noticed this consistently at every restaurant) prompted our order. This was...interesting. Certain pieces were extremely salty and abrasively crispy, tasting like a bacon infused chip, while others were ridiculously tough and chewy. I would assume the chef intended for these to be the former, as the latter were highly unappetizing. That's not to say I was totally enamored with the crispy crunchy skins either. While they might sound like a bacon lovers dream, their saltiness was overwhelming. I tried quite a few pieces, debating over them each time. In the end, we both decided they were not all that pleasing to our palates. At least our curiosity was appeased and we patted ourselves on the back for being adventurous.
Next up, we shared a starter of Razor Clams, White Beans & Artichoke (£9.20). Each component was well executed, the dish as a whole came together with appeasing textures and bright flavors.The razor clams were prepared a la plancha, slightly browned and delectably chewy, the artichoke soft and tender and the white beans in abundance nicely rounded out the dish. Everything bathed in a warm pool of lemony olive oil infused with fresh green herbs, notably dill and parsley. We finished our cocktails and ordered a glass of each of the St John Rouge (£5). I learned after perusing the website that the company (empire?) does in fact make their own wine. We were given a decent pour, and while I can't remember the main points, I know I really enjoyed it. Juicy and full bodied, it paired well with the food. Two mains (in England they are not called entrees) really spoke to both of us, so we decided to share. Tricia started with the Brill, Salt Lemon & Hazelnut (£18.60). We had to question our waiter prior to ordering as to what brill actually was. I had a hunch it was a fish, but had never tasted it before. It is indeed a type of fish, specifically a flatfish native to waters of the North Atlantic through the Baltic and Mediterranean Seas. And as you might gather, it is commonly found in Great Britain. The flaky white fish benefited from a simple preparation in butter, herbs, salt and lemon. And we both agreed, the toasted hazelnuts, and I think there were some golden raisins as well piled on there, were a thoughtful and delicious addition to the plate. The major detriment lied in the fact that the brill was cooked on the bone. While this might have lent additional flavors, it proved to be a major hassle for us. No one wants to be picking bones out of their fish during a nice meal, never mind out of your mouth mid chew. And there were a lot of tiny bones within that hearty piece. The Pot Roast Short Rib, Celeriac & Pickled Walnut (£22.50) was the favored main by default. Guinness braised and fall of the bone tender, it was supremely hearty set in a bowl of smooth whipped celeraic which mingled with its delicious braising juices and thick melted butter to create something special. The pickled walnut was incredibly innovative, I have never had anything quite like them. With a pronounced acidity they added depth and contrast to the richness of the short rib. However, only three of them topped the substantial serving, and I wished there were more.Dessert was just plain awesome. Apple Sorbet and....wait for it....Russian Vodka (£7). Pour the shot over the sorbet and you get a potent and refreshing digestif and dessert in one. We were big fans.Our meal came to (£102.15) with the service charge of (£11.35) included. Converted to dollars, that is $80 each, which is no walk in the park. London is definitely an expensive city all around, on top of that the dollar to pound conversion is the absolute worst. Put it this way, that Sazerac alone cost me $17! Overall, we enjoyed our supper of modern British cuisine at St John Hotel, even though elements of certain dishes left a little something to be desired. It is evident the chefs possess sound kitchen techniques and a clear passion for nose to tail cooking. The portions are substantial and the food itself is rich and hearty. Come hungry.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011

Dinners in The French Quarter

With so many different restaurants to choose from and a slew of recommendations passed our way, the toughest decision of vacationing in New Orleans proved choosing where to eat dinner. Assuming they are all pretty fantastic, we probably couldn't have gone wrong had we chosen any one of the 20 spots on our list. It seems everyone from co-workers to cab drivers had a "must visit" spot and there was no way we could make each and every one (unlike our list of must visit bars.) Should you ever be faced with similar decisions upon planning a visit, I would highly recommend both Irene’s Cuisine and NOLA, respectively, our Friday and Saturday night dinner destinations.
After the days excursions we’d venture back to the Ritz to re-group and freshen up. Dinner was a necessary first stop before the Bourbon Street craze. It was a welcome respite; a time to linger over good food, bottles of wine and lots of laughs in a more relaxed yet formal atmosphere. (Formal in comparison to Hand Grenades and Hurricanes, relaxed in the sense that we’re not at a loud, rowdy bar - you catch my drift.)Irene’s offers lust worthy Creole-Italian cuisine in an old warehouse that underwent a transformation into a romantic setting housing multiple dining rooms with an antique-esque aura. It is highly regarded by the locals, and while you have to venture slightly off the beaten path it is still within the safe confines of the French Quarter at 539 Phillips St. It is definitely worth a trip and worth the wait. They do not take reservations and we were told to show up and hour and a half before we wanted to eat. The wait time (even though upon arrival were told 45 minutes) was closer to the hour and fifteen minute mark. We put our name in and ventured to a neighboring dive bar called Flanagan’s where we enjoyed some pre-dinner brews, a Miller High Life for me! Once we returned we were seated in one of the dimly lit dining rooms, offering a cozy table amongst the ever bustling scene. With smells of garlicky seafood wafting, a bottle of Pinot Noir already being poured and immediately being served a complementary Bruschetta, I knew we were in for an excellent meal. The bruschetta just slightly toasted with the warm fluffy bread quality still intact was topped with gooey melted mozzarella cheese and thick slices of tomatoes accented by fresh basil. This proved an exciting bread (if you can even call it that) course, starting the meal of on a high-note after such a long wait. A delightful appetizer came in the form of a Soft Shell Crab, the crustacean was skillfully fried in a light batter, the immediate texture beholding an airy crispiness giving way to sweet succulent crab meat. For my entrée I ordered the San Francisco style Cioppino ($23). Upon being served a huge oval bowl beholding shellfish bathing in a most luscious, velvety smooth saffron scented fennel infused tomato broth; I’d just about died and went to heaven.
From the plump gulf shrimp, to the well-executed mussels, the briny clams to the flaky fish, all of it was just a-m-azing. I can’t forget to mention those slices of ciabatta bread, achieving the not overly hard and abrasive but just crispy enough while remaining slightly soft texture. Seriously, this meal was perfect. Dessert saw a luxurious Crème Brulee and a rich Chocolate Hazelnut Torte in a vanilla raspberry cream sauce. The next evening we enjoyed a highly anticipated dinner at NOLA, one of Emeril Lagasse's restaurants located in the heart of the French Quarter on 534 St Louis Street. Thankfully, NOLA takes reservations and we were seated promptly upon arrival for ours at 8pm. The famous chef is known for his "New" New Orleans style of cooking which is essentially Creole cuisine with Contemporary American twists. The decor is in line with the cuisine, emitting touches of historic French Quarter elegance with an upscale modern industrial feel. Weathered brick walls surround high arched windows and dark gray pipes span the ceiling, serving to separate areas of the large refined warehouse space. A brightly lit open kitchen lines the far perimeter. A giant chalkboard menu boasting a list of cocktails in bold colors is tastefully eye catching set against a brick wall in the center of the room. Speaking of cocktails, I couldn't pass up the Sazerac which is a local New Orelans variation of an Old Fashioned, often referred to as the oldest known cocktail in America! Made with cognac, rye whiskey, absinthe and peychaud bitters - the Sazerac is seriously strong and provided an excellent apertif! With our meal we drank a bottle of (unphotographed) Rose wine but unfortunatley it didn't impress us. It was lacking any real depth and variety to it. The shared appetizer among us were the Wood Oven Roasted Escargot Rockefeller ($12) with herbsaint, parmesan and herb bread crumbs. This was my first time trying Escargot, the chewy morsels weren't at all intimidating allthough I think that had a lot to do with the flavorful preparation and the fact that they were oven roasted. It was something about grabbing a snail from its shell that had turned me off in the past, but I'd eat Rockefeller style snails anyday! My entree of Grilled Atlantic Salmon ($28) came over a bed of black bean and sweet corn succotash mingling in a chimuchuri butter sauce with a tomatillo salsa. The succotash is essentially what sold me on the dish over the more traditonal orders of Shrimp n Grits or Gumbo. (Which I tasted - and they were excellent.) A unique preparation made this otherise ordinary fish truly stand out. The salmon was grilled perfectly, displaying a nice char topped generously with what I think were dried onions. Their unexpected crunch added a welcome contrast to the soft flaky fish and flavorful succotash. Desserts were not to be missed! We enjoyed the Strawberry and Pistachio Bombe ($8) which was a creamy pistachio ice cream shell encasing a pink strawberry sorbet over a thick strawberry compote and sprinkled with toasted pistachios. But the clear winner in the dessert category was the Peanut Butter and Chocolate Cheesecake ($7) with Oreo crumbles, raspberry compote and chocolate drizzle.NOLA being the more expensive choice and Irene's proving a longer wait, still our experiences at both these vastly different establishments were superb. From the service with waitstaff who went above and beyond, to the perfectly prepared appetizers and well executed flavorful entrees, to the expertly crafted cocktails and the extensive wine lists. I will fondly remember these dinners in New Orleans not only for the amazing food that lingers on my mind but also the fantastic company. The nights were still young, even we didn't know how young at the time...and so it goes.....
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Bond | The Littlest Bar | South Street Diner

Saturday night I ventured over to The Langham Hotel for cocktails at Bond Restaurant & Lounge with friends. Cafe Fleuri impressed with their extravagant Sunday Brunch buffet, so I was excited to discover if the cosmopolitan cocktail lounge would match last weeks experience at this haven of luxury situated in the heart of Boston's Financial District. The hotels complimentary coat check was offered as we arrived, which we happily took advantage of before climbing a small staircase into a room on grand display. The former Boston branch of the Federal Reserve Bank, Bond, not James Bond; but Bond, savings Bond relinquishes any movie themed notions in favor of historical finance figures and denominations complete with blow up wall hangings of presidents and a distinctive cocktail list named in the wealthys honor. The bar was approachable even though it was super crowded and the bartender took notice of new patrons right away. I sampled The Vanderbilt ($14) Makers Mark, Peychaud Bitters, Cinnamon Reduction, Lucid Absinthe, Lemon Twist. The bartender omitted the lemon twist, but this was a well crafted drink, a play on the traditional Sazerac. The aromatics of the anise flavored absinthe are delightfully potent. The cinnamon reduction blends a familiar spice in a new form that cuts the whiskey and absinthe without masking them. The cinnamon also serves to mingle well with the Peychaud bitters with its subtle hints of clove. I could have sipped Vanderbilts all night long, but after a round or two each and no cocktail tables or seats at the bar in sight, we decided to move on.
I was definitely captivated by the grand interior, the ceiling lined with twinkling crystal chandeliers and granite balconies flanking both sides of the semi circular bar. The recessed walls framing the vertical savings bonds also stand to impress. It would be wise to arrive earlier (we arrived at around 9pm) or return on a calmer evening instead of peak party time in order to grab a seat, sample the menu and enjoy Bond to the fullest. What I experienced so far, I enjoyed.
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It was a high starting point to the evening that lead us next to The Littlest Bar on Broad Street.The exterior is charming. (Especially in daylight, when I took these pictures.)This casual no frills pub wasn't overly crowded, so we were able to grab a table and hang out. Before tonight, I didn't even know this place existed. I drank a dirty martini first, the craving struck and I figured it was worth a shot. I followedthe mediocre martini up with Miller Lites, always a safe bet. You know you've had a good night when it ends like this:The South Street Diner caters to the late night and early morning crowd, serving grub at 178 Kneeland Street all night long. Always a fan of Boston's greasiest spoon, you can read my full review here.Two scrambled eggs, homefries, toast, sausage links ($7).
How did you spend last Saturday night?