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The Pleasures of Paris in a Flat World

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 00:52:00 +0000

Thanks to talented pastry chefs and bakers in the U.S. who are infatuated with French sweets and baked treats, it is not necessary to travel to Paris to enjoy them....well, at least, you can get by without doing so.

The display at La Pâtisserie des Rêves--tranlates to "the pastry of dreams." Amen.

For example, In San Francisco you can get killer bread, croissant, muesli and meringues at Tartine; canelé, if you get there early enough, at Boulette's Larder.

Macaroons displayed at a bakery in the sweet 'hood of Saint Germain.

In Palo Alto you can get a buttery, flaky croissant and satisfying pain au chocolate without searching too hard.

Rich yet pure: French strawberry planted in a jar of crème fraîche.

Californian farmers markets can--unequivocally--match the quality of produce I saw at Raspail Market if not the selections (animal brains) and varietals (gariguette strawberries).

Raspail Market on a rainy Tuesday morning.

There was a food truck at Raspail Market! Apparently more to come!

In the category of dairy, we have St. Benoît Creamery in Sonoma with Euro roots, whose sumptuous yogurts can easily compete with the delicious whole-milk ones I tasted in France.

And in the area of coffee, there is simply no competition. The U.S. does it better.

Never to-go. Café Crème (café au lait) from Coutume.

So it is possible to get a taste of France without going far, at least living in the Bay Area.

Chocolat chaud at Coutume.

But I will have to go to Paris for everything else: to hear the melodic sounds of French being spoken in the Metro; to sip local café crème--even if Blue Bottle could prepare it better--, to admire a market's endless rows of butter and yogurt in pristine glass jars...to have a chat with the owner of a little, white dog in a neighborhood park.

Named for a cycling race from Paris to Best, le Paris-Brest is a wheel of small puff pastries filled with praline buttercream. These, from La Pâtisserie des Rêves, are absolutely deadly--among the best tasting pastries I have ever had.

Yogurt anyone? From Bon Marché before I was told to put away my camera.

Bottom line: though bits of Paris can be experienced here, Paris is still distinctly Paris, even if it is being invaded by food trucks at the moment.

Parisian Sweets Catwalk

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Mon, 28 May 2012 21:14:00 +0000

I had a day to live out a Paris fantasy and it looked like these next few blog posts.

Laudrée window.

Most of my time was spent in the swanky Left Bank arrondissement of St. Germain. This was Tuesday, May 13, the swearing-in of the new president, François Hollande, so there were gendarme (policemen) aplenty on the major streets.

Laudrée inside.

But over coffee in a café at St. Germain, one would never know. The weather was maniacal: sunny, rainy, inside-out-umbrella-windy. But none of that could shroud the city's irresistible charms.

Café crème with shortbread spoon at Cuisine de Bar. Check out the shortbread spoon!!!

I took a food tour with Meg of Paris by Mouth, who taught me all kinds of things about French food. Photos and tidbits are from this tour and a visit with friend Elisabeth, a multiple-generation Parisienne, who knew so well about the food institutions that have been here for years.

Cannelé from Bon Marché, the largest gourmet food hall in Paris.

À bientôt.

Sweet London

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Mon, 14 May 2012 21:47:00 +0000

In my zombie-like state this afternoon, following the ten-hour flight and associated terrorism prevention pleasantries of airtravel, I stumbled into Selfridges, just to have a look. Why not. An Israeli friend/London-phile, Y, told me about the food halls in the department stores. Kinda like in Tokyo? Well, not really but sort of, she said.

I am not so sure I want to try these but I almost purchased them for the cute tins.

I get it now. As soon as I saw the goods, my fatigue turned to mania.

As I strolled along Oxford Street, I kept muttering to myself: "This doesn't feel like London!" Were it not for the British flags hanging like drapes above the streets, wretchedly glorifying the commercialism there, I did not feel like I was in the UK. I know, what do I expect of Oxford Street.

This is Regent Street, which is just as bad but prettier.

But, the abundance of HAZELNUT chocolate and MARZIPAN in the candy section of Selfridge's reminded me that I was indeed in London, and that the EU is so near. There were candies from France, Germany, Italy and other places--even England!

Chocolate praline "Quail Eggs!"

Post Script: I went to buy these German marzipan treats three days later: GONE!

Displays from the food catwalk follow.

A show-off display of Italian nougat, from Italy.

Persian candies, including nougat...

...and fairy floss. Yes, that's right.

Selfridges has all kinds of luxurious sweets that make tasteful gifts for your divine friends.

How about some champagne truffles:

Now that I have seen Selfridges I have to see Harrod's food hall. I will make myself go there, despite how I loathe crowded tourist traps.

I'll be back. I am falling behind on my food journaling...Am leaving for Paris in less than six hours where I will be food prowling, first thing.

Later.

Greetings from London

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 13 May 2012 22:52:00 +0000

Arrived in London today at 2pm. Was exhausted from travel but came alive (think: Pulp Fiction scene when Uma Thurman character gets stabbed with needle by John Travolta character) when I went to the ground floor of Selfridge's a few hours later. More soon.

San Francisco International Tea Festival - Year I

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 26 Feb 2012 16:30:00 +0000

I kind of want to keep this a secret, but how can I?

This was the first annual (yes, they are planning on doing it next year) San Francisco International Tea Festival. Though I love coffee, I am now seriously considering converting to being a 100% tea drinker. All, if not the majority, of products were from (or have North American HQs) in the San Francisco Bay Area and New York--an added thrill for me.

The display at Oakland's own Sky Tea

Over a course of four hours, I learned about how tea is processed and sampled 15-20 varieties (green, black, red, white) including:

Oolong
Puer
Jasmine
Chai
Black teas from Indian and British companies
Matcha
Genmai-cha
Rooibos
Herbal

There was also, oddly, one chocolate and ginger ale booth each, both marvelous.

From Pure Puer.

MY FAVORITES

Masala chai (blended with brown sugar and 2% milk) from Oakland's Sky Tea . It had a gentle kick to it, and its creaminess reminded me of the delicious chai I had in India which was made with buffalo milk.

Ito En's matcha. To be fair, we didn't see other pure matcha teas there so they didn't exactly have competition. But we were told that Teas's Tea Matcha won some kind of taste award...and that is quite believable. This booth had at least a dozen varieties of their chilled teas as well, which were clean tasting and refreshing. Ito En also produces green tea bags under the Kirkland (Costco) brand. They are the best tasting green tea bags I have had and contain a bit of matcha in them.

Claudio Corallo's chocolate with raisins in liquor. Absolute seduction. However, I did not buy it because a small package (< 6ounces) was $25. But in case I regret this, I needn't travel to Italy as I can find them in Gourmet Ghetto thank goodness.

Claudio Corallo's soap-sized packages of chocolate.

Red Circle Tea was delightful and wins my award for friendliest and most informative service. Sky Tea, with its enthusiastic crew, was excellent too.

Fresh Ginger Ginger Ale in jasmine flavor was refreshing.

Also from PurePuer.

Did you know that:

Unlike wine, all tea (we aren't talking about tisanes here) comes from one plant, but that its processing distinguishes them from one another?
The difference between Japanese green tea and all the rest is in the processing. Japanese green tea is steamed whereas other teas (including Chinese green teas) are roasted during production.
Matcha, ground tea leaves, is the purest kind of green tea. For optimal brewing, do NOT use boiling water. This is really important!
You can use the tea leaves you used for making tea and throw them in your stir-fry to get more anti-oxidants out of your meal says Ying Compestine.
"Kung fu" means something that is achieved through dedicated effort. (Imperial Tea Court's Roy Fong said so.) The reference isn't just to Bruce Lee et al. Why he mentioned this in his talk, I cannot remember. But Roy Fong also believes that tea lowered his blood pressure (he had a heart attack at 41),

These were some of the bits of info that we were told.

Since this is their first year, the festival had some first-year glitches. For example, an intimate Japanese green tea ceremony, which I had won a ticket for, was way overbooked. I couldn't get in as a result. I was disappointed. (But I got over it.) All the volunteers we ran into (and there were many) were friendly and accommodating, if a little lost. The crowd was also manageable and small enough that you could move around, but I would strongly recommend the festival stock their booths with double the number of staff next year. This would make traffic even better and reduce wait times.

But for a debut, nice job, tea festival!

From Roti Roti. Not a vegetarian sandwich! Hunk of porky inside.

Of course the venue, on the second floor of the Ferry Building, is a gem. Before entering the tea festival, we got a bite. At the Ferry Building on a Saturday morning, the options are luxuriously overwhelming. Miraculously, there was almost no line at Roti Roti and J was able to get one of their famous porchetta sandwiches in no time. This was possible only because it is still officially winter and tourists haven't yet taken over the place. Just a few more precious weeks before they do...

Philz Coffee (Downtown Palo Alto) - Review

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 20:42:00 +0000

What was all the fuss about Philz Coffee? No matter when I pass by this glass-walled cafe, I see tons of people inside. Nevermind about the spectacular customer reviews.

Summary

Disclaimer: this is based on one visit on a springy, Sunday February morning.

Tip: Order first at the barista bar and then go to the cashier and pay.

All coffee is made to order.
Service is efficient even though the coffee prep takes time.
Vibe on a Sunday morning: all kinds of Palo Alto types, slim, trim and wiling to pay $3.25 for a small cup of black coffee. So they are 20-40 somethings typing into laptops and adults with children in jeans, hoodies, button-down shirts, and Patagonia jackets. Some customers are alone
Pastries to stay are served in huge coffee filters.
Baristas take care of your cream and sugar if you want any.
Lots of individual attention and coffee counseling (as needed). I felt like I could take my time talking (unlike at some places I love in SF) because there was not a long line of customers behind me.
Lounge chairs, tables, and lots of natural light. Bottom line: I am intrigued! I like it!

MORE….
Went in and wasn’t exactly sure where to go. The place is big and there was a cluster of people both by the cashier and on the other side of the deep barista bar. But since the staff is attentive, listening was all that was required to figure it out. Still, maybe Philz could benefit from having someone out on the floor guiding people.

I asked for a black coffee. I barely glanced at the menu in part to avoid being overwhelmed with choices (I had heard that so many drinks were good here) and because I just wanted black. But the Philz’s hot chocolate was tempting me. Anyway, I ordered. “This your first time here?” said the long haired man behind the counter. He had a cross earring dangling from his left ear. He could have been a professional wrestler. In fact the entire line of baristas looked as ethnically and culturally diverse as what you’d find on BART.

He told me: every serving is brewed individually and that I should try Tesora, described on the menu as “a grand representation of our coffee and they way coffee should taste." He also asked: cream or sugar? We prepare that back here.

At the cash register I asked a kind kid who looked like a graduate student in CS to recommend some pastries. He likes the chocolate croissants best. When I kept probing, he also suggested the almond twist and the apricot bar. I went with the bar. But I will be back for the other two.

Philz Coffee

101 Forest Avenue

Palo Alto, CA 94301
philzcoffee.com

Good Food Awards - Year II

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:34:00 +0000

Got milk? Got crackers?

I adore cheese, coffee, jam, and chocolate so much that it's hard to believe that I could ever get enough of these foods...but I did after 30 minutes of sampling at the Good Food Awards. This was probably and only because most of these items were served straight up, without their usual accompaniments. Imagine sample-sized spoons of jam, fermented cabbage and cubes of cheese without bread or crackers or hotdogs, and tiny cups of black coffee without milk.

Had Whole Foods and Gilt, sponsors of this event, donated crackers and bread and milk, I am sure that more products would have been sold.

Italian cookies from Galla Rulli in New York City. Available on Gilt. Recommended!

In this second year of the event, the Good Food Awards charged $5 per person ($12 more if you wanted to try beer and spirits) and had fewer sampling booths. But it was still fun to meet all the purveyors from New York, Utah, NC, Washington, Oregon, and of course California and to get bites and sips of their wares.

Not surprisingly, my favorite section was chocolate. I can eat chocolate in any form without any accompaniments and still be in a state of bliss. All the chocolate I tried (15 different kinds?) had a clean mouth-feel and were made with just a few ingredients: cocoa beans, sugar, cocoa butter and vanilla. Yet they all had distinct flavors, emanating from the beans used. When ingredients are simple and pure, the beauty of the natural flavor can emerge. I will devote a separate post to this delicious topic.

Apart from chocolate, my favorite product was these little almonds. Way smaller than the kind you normally see, these were flavored with smoked salt and Herbs en Provence.

Bits & Bites - Point Reyes, CA

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:02:00 +0000

Need a pick-me-up while devouring the eye candy that is Point Reyes? Bovine Bakery has sweet breads and coffee to-go. My friends says that the marzipan berry cake is out of this world. This particular bun, which weighs a full pound, is sweet and dense with cooked apples. It was just okay, I thought. I will need to return for the cake.

Bovine Bakery
11315 Shoreline Hwy
Point Reyes Station, CA 94956
(415) 663-9420

Camino & World Champion Latte Artist at The Proxy Project

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 16:06:00 +0000

The report on the last 20 hours of food prowling.

Latte art by Hiroshi Sawada. Baked goods in background from Sandbox Bakery and Black Jet Bakery.

7:00pm Friday - It started Friday night at Oakland's Camino, which is easily among the best restaurants I have been to in years. Communal tables, open-flame cooking, unpretentious service, first-rate Californian cuisine. More at the end of this post.

10:00am Saturday - Ferry Building farmers' market for beans and eggs at Primavera's booth. Then, a visit to the Farmhouse Culture stand, where I tried three kinds of sauerkraut: horseradish leek, apple fennel, and garlic dill pickle. I took back a container filled with the first. The salty-tartness and crunch of the sauerkraut pairs superbly with roasted beets!

11:00am Saturday - Ritual Coffee at the The Proxy Project to see Hiroshi Sawada, THE master of latte art--the man who literally wrote the book on the subject. He is also featured in this NY Times article from yesterday about Tokyo coffee.

Hiroshi-san creating one of his ephemeral masterpieces.

As soon as I arrived at Ritual on this sun-drenched Saturday I began to envy everyone living in Hayes Valley (all the tail-wagging dogs and toddlers included). Why? On the other side of Ritual is liquid nitrogen fueled Smitten Ice Cream; in front of it are two fashionable food trucks; and a stone's throw away are Blue Bottle, Absinthe, Miette, and probably many other awesome places that I would rather not know about.

As I said, the day was bathing in sunshine and mildness for a winter day.

Smitten Ice Cream just upon opening. The Santa hat tells you it's December.

Attention carnivores!

Wha?? "Brighter Faster" is what the Proxy Project landmark says. Below is Casey's pizza truck,

This is why I sing "I left My Heart in San Francisco."

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More on Camino

Here is what three of us ordered (verbatim from the menu). My favorites are asterisked.

Avocado, orange and rutabaga salad with pomegranate and walnuts *
Wood oven-baked local oysters with absinthe, breadcrumbs and carrot salad
Wood oven-roasted chanterelle mushrooms with pounded wild nettles and grilled flatbread
Half a Dungeness crab grilled in the fireplace with radicchio salad and aioli*
Grilled local ling cod, rockfish and artichokes with new onions, Yukon Gold potatoes and chile broth*
For dessert: persimmon pudding (tasted like a milder version of pumpkin pie).

Every dish had a "WOW!" factor. This means that every time I took a bite of a new dish, I interupted the table conversation or chewing silence to repeat (yet again that night), "Wow! That is good!" Camino uses fireplaces and wood ovens rather than stoves to cook its food. Also unlike the majority of kitchens, theirs is not made of stainless steel or plastic, but stone. The resulting look and feel of Camino is warmth--chestnuts-on-an-open fire lighting. (This is truer the closer you are to the kitchen, which we were.)

This gorgeous hearthy kitchen is also an open kitchen. The colorful mis en place preens for onlookers. Last week's Good Food show featured an interview with the chef, Russ Moore, a/k/a the "Gentle Griller." His kitchen is decidedly anti-macho--he said it himself! Here's to you Chef Russ!

My trip to Camino should have taken 45 minutes from Palo Alto, where I was coming from. Instead, it took two dreadful hours, much of which was spent muttering obscenities, along with: I should have left earlier. Why am I doing this? I should have stayed home tonight! Nothing like a good Friday evening traffic jam to soothe your nerves following an intense day at work.

But when I sat down and took my first taste of the avocado, orange and rutabaga salad, all cares went POOF!

Find: "C" is for Cozy, Chocolate and Chuao

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:52:00 +0000

This is what winters are made for:

Venezuelan hot chocolate

I discovered "Winter" this weekend at the Whole Foods in Palo Alto. But I first discovered Chuao brand at Coupa Café. Their addicting hot chocolate is made from the same stuff.

Spicy Maya

Now, the difference between Winter and Spicy Maya are two supremely cozy ingredients: nutmeg and ginger.

Follow the directions and you will get a cup spanking with flavor. I actually prefer it milder so I double the amount of milk. Oh does it "arouse your senses." I took one sip and there appeared a grin on my face, a brick fireplace in my kitchen, and chestnuts crackling over it...

Dangerous Find: Cloud-like Cheesecake

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 00:33:00 +0000

Airy and light with a mousse-like consistency, it is nothing at all like your typical-American, brick-like version.

Sweet, whipped, creamy fluff topped with coarse graham cracker crumb topping.

So soft, it comes with fishing line for serving.

An SF Chronicle food writer describes this cheesecake as a cloud.

That's true.

The friend of mine, who tipped me off to this place described this cheesecake as deliciously satisfying dessert, even after having eaten so much that you are wheezing.

That's true too.

Right now, the cheesecakes are also available with a pumpkin topping. Zanze's, located in the residential neighborhood of Balboa Terrace, makes only cheesecakes. These cakes make elegant gifts that will make people happy.

More on Zanze's with prices and bios in a review from SF Weekly.

Zanze's Cheesecake
2405 Ocean Avenue
San Francisco,CA 94127-2606

(415) 334-2264

Simple Pleasures in Oakland

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 18:13:00 +0000

Three reasons why I am crazy for Temescal:

1. Breakfast at Pizzaiolo.

Doughnut hole and morning bun at Pizzaiolo.

These deadly delights, along with Blue Bottle cappuccino mend all. (OMG--the morning bun.)

So far, I have every reason to believe that the Pizzaiolo folks really mean it with their hearts.

2. Bakesale Betty's, on the corner.

At 10:00 AM on a recent Saturday, this place was preparing for the lunchtime invasion of customers who line up for their fried chicken sandwich.

Fried chicken sandwiches on tap at Bakeale Betty's.

I wasn't quite in the mood at 10-in-the-morning so I bought cookies instead: oatmeal raisin and molasses.

Oatmeal raisin cookie with bits of walnuts.

These are extremely recommended for those who love a soft cookie. They are pliable in your hands, like a firm dough. This was especially true of the molasses' cookie. I found the sweetness of both cookies, and the spiciness of the molasses cookie, to be very pleasant.

Molasses cookie. (Not all of it made it to the photo shoot.)

The service here on this day was as sweet as the cookies. Makes me really want to come back. Very, very soon.

3. La Calaca Loca (no website available at this writing).
La Calaca Loca--is that a kick to say or what. It's the stylish-looking Mexican place on the other side of Pizzaiolo. I haven't been there yet, but it is on my list, especially as I love a Mexican breakfast and this place is open from 9am on weekends. There is a nice outdoor patio in the back, says my knowledgeable foodie insider friend.

There are plenty more social, political, cultural and sun-drenched reasons to love this irresistible section of Temescal...as if one needed any more reasons.

Eleven Madison Park: Cloud Nine

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 23:01:00 +0000

Even the coffee is extraordinary here.

Lobster

Even at the finest New York City restaurants, coffee service is a relative after-thought that is hardly given the kind of attention granted to its entrees, desserts or cocktails. Not so at the highly decorated Eleven Madison Park. This elegant restaurant, on the edge of verdant Madison Square Park, was recently minted with three Michelin stars. Moreover, it has won every James Beard award that it is eligible for, along with maximum starred-ratings from the New York Times and Forbes. Its coffee program, featuring the highest-end beans and siphon brewing, was started by James Betz, a bartender at the restaurant who enjoys brewing coffee at home. (His uncle is Ken Nye of the New York coffee institution that is Ninth Street Espresso, but that’s strictly an aside.)

Siphon in the day. Even more gorgeous at night.

It hardly takes a meal at this restaurant to see how attentive the staff is to details. As soon as you walk in, you are cordially greeted, and taken in by the towering ceiling, cream colored roses, and linen covered tables. This is a restaurant where every one of your servers—and there are several—are able to answer any questions you may have about where, exactly, the food is coming from and how it is prepared. If you show a particular interest in say the cakes of butter served with your bread, you will be presented with information about the farm it came from on a hand-written note on cardstock stationary. If you step away from the table, you will find it in even nicer condition than you left it, with your napkin neatly folded, crumbs swept away. The staff manages to accomplish all this without being a trace overbearing. And the food? Almost too beautiful to eat, it is exceptionally delicious.

Jim explained his motivations to pitch the idea of a coffee program to the restaurant’s management. “The pinnacle of coffee could only be found at coffee shops,” he said. “I wanted to bring that kind of quality here. I thought it was possible, at a place like this, to do even more than what is done at a specialty coffee shop.” On the first night of Eleven Madison Park’s coffee program, there were so many orders for siphon and Chemex (their other brewing offering) that Jim was on the phone to his supplier asking for all the specialized equipment he could possibly send over—pronto!

While Jim continues to manage the program, Eleven Madison Park has a barista on staff who, like Jim, the restaurant captains and sommeliers, has completed 14-16 hours of training in siphon brewing at the Intelligentsia lab across town.

So now an exquisite gastronomical experience at one of the most coveted restaurants in Manhattan can be finished off with some of the best java on the planet.

By the way, if I ever have the privilege of eating here again, I will never, ever take stealth photos again. It was like sacrilege.

Momofuku Noodlebar

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 16:32:00 +0000

Momofuku Noodlebar
163 1st Avenue
New York, NY 10003

(212) 500-0831

If I lived in Manhattan, I would be a regular at this place.

I was so jealous when the twenty-something guy next to us told us that he comes several times a week to eat here. We were inquiring about his bowl of stocky rice noodles, which we couldn't find on the menu. (Note: the food is ten times better looking and far less yellow than these photos suggest.)

Tamale

What I love about Momofuku Ssam Bar, where I went last year and this place--Momofuku Noodlebar, is how understated they are. Both are situated in Lower East Side neighborhoods that don't often make tourists' lists. Maybe it's because there is too much graffiti around or not enough glitter. In any case, both restaurants are quite easy to walk past without noticing. Yet, the food is out of this world.

Sitting at the bar at Momofuku Noodlebar, I felt very much at home, even though I had never been there before. It was so casual in a swanky New Yorker kind of way. The pierced servers were in t-shirts and jeans--the most casually dressed people in the restaurant. Yet they knew everything about the food they were serving as evidenced by their ability to make specific recommendations and have personal favorites for every section on the menu. There was one server with glasses who looked more like a computer geek than a singer in garage band, but he knew his menu too, and was very pleasant.

Eggplant

During the trip, I also checked out the Momofuku Milk Bar, in Midtown. Having flipped for Momofuku Ssam bar last year, I was embracing everything David Chang and was so taken by these milk bars. But I am done with them now. The sweets are made from corn syrup and PHOs which I avoid, if I know they are in there. The sweets are also cloyingly sweet for me. But, I do have to go back once more at least to try Crack Pie.

Famous pork bellydumplings

Very possibly I would run from the restaurants if I knew what the ingredients of those sauces and dressings were. But Momofuku doesn't list ingredients, and I will happily suspend my puritan ways for experiences like the kind it offers.

Heirloom tomato salad

Well, as long as David Chang's empire in Manhattan continues to grow, there will be more trips I will have to make to the Big Apple.

Return of the Blog...maybe

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sat, 01 Oct 2011 22:43:00 +0000

A major reason why I have been absent:

From my favorite, Kara's Cupcakes

Not so much chocolate cupcakes but baseball. Following baseball closely is at least a part-time job! Especially when there are so many injuries and (therefore) rookie-replacements to keep track of! But now that the Giants have been killed off for the season, there will be more blog-time...I think. There's certainly tons to blog about, including WTF Coffee, Momofuku Noodle Bar, Eataly, Eleven Madison Park, and RBC Coffee...

Contigo

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 23:40:00 +0000

One part Catalan, one part Californian. 100% delicious.

At last my sardine cravings have been satisfied at a place that will bring back memories of Barcelona for anyone who has been there.

Wood Oven Roasted Montery Sarine and Avacado Toast (with onions atop)

I have been crazy about fresh sardines since I sampled them on toast at Fort Mason several years ago at one of those local/sustainable/organic SF food festivals. They were plump and meaty with a spunky, just-caught flavor.

Jamon Iberico de Bellota

Since then I have discovered that it is hard to find fresh sardines in the US! But then Michael Bauer's article came to the rescue a few weeks ago with a list of restaurants serving them up around here. La Ciaccia was booked so we went to Contigo, a Catalan-Californian style place in Noe Valley.

Little Gem Salad (with beets and slices of toasted garlic)

Three of us went, lingering there for three hours over delicious wines (Corvo for me, a dry red and a white for my discriminating, superbly food-literate companions), plates of sardines, beet salad, black rice (with hefty chunks of octopus) and salmon over a summer corn salad. We finished off the feast with plates of peach cake with basil gelato, and plum tart with almond-cardamom gelato.

Local King Salmon Baked on a Fig Leaf. (The salmon was a bit more orange than it should be, but it was tasty, especially with the sweet corn salad.)

Calamas a la Planxa

EVERYTHING was fabulous.

Contigo's atmosphere is also lovely with the open kitchen, bar, wood-paneled dining room, and bright semi-outdoor area in the back, where we were seated. Along the wall of the outdoorish dining room is a garden of chard, peppers, onions strawberries and squash.

A warm peach cake with caramel, tangy peach sauce and almond gelato (and crushed almonds)

The only wrinkle about the place was the service, which was a little frosty. Our server appeared to be stressed and not inviting of questions. Maybe a bad night for her. Towards the end of the meal, she threw stares at our table, intimating, without actually telling us so, that the table was needed for another party. Alas, this is not Europe where lingering is permitted, and Contigo is popular. But the cooks up front seemed relaxed and friendly even though the place was bulging at the seams with activity.

I definitely recommend this oasis of food and atmosphere. Another perk: it is invisible to tourists in the middle of August!

Strawberries, Tomatoes and Pink Flowers (Nadeshiko)

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 02:28:00 +0000

We have had such unseasonably cool weather this week, including sprinkles on some parts of the Peninsula, that it's hard to believe it's mid-July...until you go to the farmers' market.

These strawberries smell good enough to wear, as perfume. I think Lucero Farms, where I got them, should bottle them and call it eau de toilette. These berries were the size of cherry tomatoes but very sweet, and packed with flavor...and so fragrant (it bears repeating). A size comparison:

Petite size.

Bigger is not always (and sometimes never is) better, of course. Case in point: the diminutive winners of the women's World Cup, a/k/a nadeshiko.

The women's team has been compared to Barça, also small, but of course, extraordinary.

Eating for Education

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 02:52:00 +0000

Last Saturday, I hung out with Samin Nosrat who organized Bakesale for Japan in April.

Samin at the bar at Tartine Bakery.

To find out what's next on the plate of this dynamic but down-to-earth culinary mover-and-shaker, check out my blog post at KCRW's Good Food Blog.

Breaking Bread with Tartine

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 07:53:00 +0000

I have declared my love for Tartine in the past. I shall do so yet again.

White bread with raisins. But far more interesting than it sounds.

Their pastries are so otherworldly that it is difficult to look beyond them.

But today, I tried their bread.

It is super crusty on the outside, tender and chewy on the inside. Did I say super crusty? I'll say it again: It is SUPER CRUSTY. Tis tasty enough to eat plain, but smeared with butter, it becomes an addictive drug. By the way, you need your teeth to eat it, it is so chewy.

Country white bread. Huge. Heavy. Thrown, it doubles as a weapon.

Store-brand sandwich bread tastes like cardboard in comparison. Even bread from restaurants seems suddenly sub par.

Chad Robertson is Tartine co-founder and master bread maker. He wrote the book.

Looking for Barcelona in San Francisco

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 07:25:00 +0000

Since returning from my trip to Barcelona, I have been anxiously sniffing for signs of Catalan life in the Bay Area. I may have found it at B44, in the financial district in San Francisco.

Piquillo peppers stuffed with Dungeness crab

B44 is located in the middle of a tiny strip off Pine Street that is lined with other European bistros (eg Plouf, Cafe Bastille) with indistinguishable store fronts.

Mine was a quick dinner on a Saturday in mid-June to scope the place, see how authentic it was compared to my Catalan experience, and see how it might fare as a place to catch next season's Barcelona (Barça) football games.

Escalivada: Grilled red peppers, yellow peppers, eggplant, and onion.

There was a TV at the end of the bar broadcasting a Mexican soccer game. Check. I liked the warm glow of the place, and the high ceilings. Check. The tables outside on the narrow strip make the place look very European. Check. And the food wasn't bad (check) though the only thing I could compare was the Catalan toast. B44's was made with sandwich bread and arrived cold. In Barcelona, it was served on much thicker, crustier bread...and was warm. I was put off by the chilled toast. But I had no problem finishing it.

I had come for the grilled sardines but my waiter, Brad Pitt, asked the chef and the chef said they were out of season so I ordered the piquillo peppers stuffed with crab. I have tasted fresher, meatier crab, but it was still pretty good.

Catalan toast, after one piece was eaten.

Unfortunately, it didn't occur to me until after I paid the check that my cordial server, who looked like a very long-haired Brad Pitt (with blonder hair) might be Catalan. He spoke excellent English and was blond so I assumed he was American. In my American accent, I asked him if the place broadcast Barça games. "Barça?" he asked rolling his r: Barrrrrgh-sa?

With that, he game himself away. Had I known, I would have been interrogating him throughout the meal.

I forget that some Catalans are not dark. I know this. I just...forget.

In any case, B44 is on my list as a possible resource for Catalan life 6,000 miles away. I have a list of Spanish eateries I want to try, but hardly any of them are Catalan which makes it less of a priority. Next food adventure will probably be French since I am digging brunch right now and there are plenty of French restaurants that are open during brunch hour on the weekends.

I Wanna go Back to B * Star

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 18:15:00 +0000

Last Sunday, Jane and I had brunch at B* Star, (no this is not a math problem) a few blocks from mothership, Burma Superstar (BS).

Lentil Ragu with two paoched eggs and whole wheat toast. Savory and filling. East Indian-inspired.

She and I agree that B*Star is more sophisticated than BS. B*Star's cozy interior is hipper, and its menu, while fusion, includes some of BS's most popular dishes, like the Samusa Soup and the Tea Leaf Salad, which is a bonus for those of us who enjoy both.

Azuki Almond Banana French Toast - delicious, sweet..and rich.

I LOVE B*Star's brunch menu. Endearingly, it reflects San Francisco's heavily Asian and Latino-American population. You will find items like jook, huevos rancheros, eggs benedict, ochazuke, pancakes, and hybrid dishes like the ones featured in the photos here. But the thing is, it ain't just a cutesy menu: the food is really good!

Divergent textures abound in this chunky soup with a kick.

B*Star is potentially a superstar in my book. To find out, I'm returning for more East-West comfort food...and Strawberry Nutella French Toast.

Deconstructing Calafia's Veggie Burger

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 07:08:00 +0000

This is the California-esque, rainbow-colored Vegetable Soy Lentil Quinoa Burger from Calafia in Palo Alto. If it reads like a mouthful, that's because it is. In fact, it is laboriously more than a mouthful.

Stacked between the halved and dense multigrain bun (speckled with pumpkin seeds and other bird seeds) were: a thick layer of guacamole, the veggie burger (the yellow slab in the center made from soy, green lentils, quinoa, and brown rice) and beet relish.

The burger came with pickles, mayo, house ketchup and Dijon mustard.

I must say, this was a weird combination. I usually slather ketchup on my veggie burgers (assuming they are mimicking meat) but ketchup didn't work on this one. Because the burger was so big, I ended up eating it the way I eat Oreos, which is by taking it apart and eating the layers separately. However, I did try to get the flavor of the burger as a whole by stuffing my mouth a few times.

Each component of the burger was quite tasty on its own. But together they seemed random, as if someone had come up with a list of stereotypically "Californian" ingredients (eg healthy/nutty/macrobiotic) and attempted to make a dish out of them. Unfortunately here, that person didn't think enough about how those ingredients would go together.

The ketchup was fresh (making my bottled ketchup seem dull a flavorless) and would be delightful with scrambled eggs or meatloaf. The beet relish would be great on a hotdog with mustard. The guacamole delicious with chips. The burger would go well, I think with a more conventional, softer--even commercial--burger bun.

Bottom line: for the Vegetable Soy Lentil Quinoa Burger to be memorable, its components need to split up and get together with other ingredients.

Ubuntu: Uber-refined Vegetarian Mecca

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Tue, 24 May 2011 18:06:00 +0000

If marriages were between people and restaurants, I would be wildly pursuing Ubuntu. Ubuntu is not only ultra cool, but good for me too.

As a person Ubuntu would be a soft-spoken intellectual whose uniform was jeans and a black t-shirt...and a beanie in the winter. He'd be one of those few dudes in yoga class who is also interested in cooking, whose hair shags below his ears. Read: a caricature of a Northern California dude.

The Last Supper of my divine 48-hour Napa Valley trip was appropriately at Ubuntu.

I was last here 15 months ago, right before the chef changed. I thought it was awesome. (Click here for the review.) The place continues to be otherworldly. Ubuntu chefs are masters of combining flavors and making their productions look like artists' canvases.

Slow roasted chioggia beets (yes, those fleshy tuna colored chunks)

As faint silhouettes of yoginis darted around in the yoga studio above (visible from the restaurant), I enjoyed beets that looked like sashimi, opaque paperthin leaves, and broccoli, which was unsuspectingly bursting with flavor.

"Warm foccacia with truffled pecorino from Florence and apricot/almond agrodolce"

While the beets were gorgeous and tasty, the foccacia, delicately tangy and sweet, was extraordinary. We ordered it with the optional poached egg. I could talk about this dish for a while, except I would keep repeating the same adjectives: incredible, amazing, delicious...

Ubuntu also sells t-shirts and garb, which I would never wear. But how I look forward to another date with the restaurant.

St. Helena's Olive Oil Company

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Tue, 24 May 2011 05:02:00 +0000

Products that say "I've been to Napa Valley!"

Extra virgin olive oil from

Just north of Yountville on the St. Helena highway is the St. Helena Olive Oil Company. I was told by a friendly young sales clerk that a) their products are sold no where else (except their two Napa stores) and that b) their olive oil is organic and sourced from local olives. This was music to my ears. But if their olive oil is truly organic, it is not obvious from neither their website nor their signage in the store.

Salts (edible ones; bath salts also available)

I was willing to take this clerk's word for it. Especially since I made the trip out there, and I was impressed with the looks of the place, which is worth a visit if you like extra virgin olive oil, vinegars, honey, gourmet salts, and bath products (soaps, lotions, bath salts). They also have items such as butternut squash pasta sauce, pesto, blended herbs, and examples of recipes combining vinegar and oil.

Salt of the earth

They have quite a variety and all their products are hospitably laid out for easy and clean sampling.

Vinegar bar

At this writing a 375ml bottle of extra virgin lemon olive oil costs $24.

Cheese Sampling in Sonoma

noreply@blogger.com (Gidge) — Tue, 24 May 2011 04:59:00 +0000

The Girl & the Fig is a cute and convenient place to share and test out cheeses. This was their minimalist sampler, but they have all kinds of cow, sheep and goat cheeses from various regions, including France.

From left to right: Morbier (France), Joe Matos St. George (Santa Rosa), Tomme brulee (Aquitaine, France). That two of these chosen cheeses were from France rather than Napa Valley was a careless accident on my part.

The restaurant has worn hardwood floors and convivial mustard colored paint on its wood-trimmed walls. The iconic place has gone commercial (you can buy t-shirts, totebags and compotes, and nuts there) which is a turn-off for me, but I still think it has a desirable atmosphere. Reasonable prices.

A salad of greens dressed in vinaigrette, with toasted walnuts and slivers of pears.

On the eve of the Sonoma Jazz Festival.

We found parking right on the street here, right before noon on a Friday. However, watch your time because the parking police tracks the amount of time you are parked.