Friday, January 29, 2010

Pizzeria Paradiso

I am on a foodie quest: for good pizza below the Mason-Dixon line. I'm talking thin crust, New York/New Jersey style, packed with flavor and toppings, kind of pizza. The type of pizza that no matter what I'm craving, I'll eat. The type that is not even remotely reminiscent of Dominoe's or Papa John's. Real pizza is what I'm after. Unfortunately, the search continues on for this foodie in the District.

I went to Pizzeria Paradiso the other day with Eshawn. Decent pizza, but it was a little lacking in flavor this time. The tomatoes on the quattro formaggio pizza tasted like they needed to be cooked more before they were pulled straight out of a can and put onto my pizza. My Genovese pizza was good, but there was something...missing in the pesto. However, the crust was delicious, crunchy and flavorful. And I never eat pizza crust.
I was hoping PP would be a pizzeria that would end my search, but it fell short. I wanted to really like this pizza. I walked in and smelled the aroma of garlic, olive oil and burning wood. I watching longingly at the pizzas sliding in and out of the wood-burning stove. I've even had good pizza at PP before. Alas, this time it just looked really good, but fell flat tastewise. I'm sorry PP, don't take it personally.

I did have a great beer there though, La Divine. The beer selection at PP is dizzying, extensive and delicious. You know when snooty wine connoisseurs talk about the "cherry tones and sandalwood" in the wine? The description below my beer selection said it had tones of honey, which I was intrigued by. Lo and behold, it DID have tones of honey! The pizza made it taste a little bitter towards the end of my meal, but without food, my beer tasted, well, divine.

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Dinner for 30? No problem.

I'm the type of girl who enjoys the occasional challenge. You know, like the time my boyfriend's uncle bet me that I couldn't eat an entire green chili pepper. And I did. Or that time I memorized and recited the entire "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe in high school. I like challenges because it just feels so good when you beat the odds and manage to do so successfully. So I challenged myself to my own "dinner impossible" the other night: Dinner for thirty people, in one hour and twenty minutes with one other set of hands helping me.

And I am happy to report that I (along with some help) successfully completed the challenge.

My community service sorority, Epsilon Sigma Alpha, volunteers at the Ronald McDonald House every few weeks to cook dinner for the families there. A homemade meal that isn't reminiscent of hospital food is very important to these folks, and I think that cooking for someone else is one of the most heartfelt gestures you can do. I had never served as the event coordinator for RMH before (aka essentially the executive chef for this event), and so I finally made myself do it. And, due to some unforeseen circumstances, I only had one other person helping me, who confessed she wasn't a foodie and welcomed my directions in the kitchen. This was not a bad thing.

After much hemming and hawing over what to make (Do a lot of people like quiche? Is stew substantial? Do they get lasagna too often?), I landed on baked macaroni and cheese and chicken cutlets. I figured comfort food was appropriate and would be welcomed. I chose Alton Brown's baked macaroni and cheese recipe, because if there's anyone I'd put my foodie faith into, it'd be Alton. I also prefer recipes for mac and cheese that don't use nutmeg. Alton uses mustard powder and onions, which gives the mac and cheese just the slightest kick/tang and goes really great with the sharp cheddar. Do not be wary that the recipe calls for an egg, as I first was; just follow the directions and temper it first. I took a tiny taste of my finished product and probably could have devoured an entire pan of it had there not been a house full of people expecting a meal from me. While there's no photographic evidence of the chicken cutlets, I assure you, they were damn good and crispy.

So, I got to play executive chef for a couple of hours (and then demoted myself to dishwasher for half an hour afterwards), while helping people in need. Special thanks to Susannah for helping me make such a great meal. I can now say I've made dinner for 30 people, no problem.


Thursday, January 21, 2010

Where in the World is Bon Appetit Foodie?

A geographical look at all the places I've consumed food at in the last few weeks.


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I've been everywhere, man.


Monday, January 18, 2010

DC Restaurant Week: 701 Restaurant

Last stop on my list for restaurant week (gosh it seems like money has been fleeing my wallet lately! And I still have two brunches at Founding Farmers this week!), was 701 Restaurant.

The restaurant is in the same "family" as The Bombay Club, Rasika, Bibiana, Ardeo and Bardeo, so the bar was set high for this meal. And it did not disappoint.

First off, I was struck by the charming ambience. Eshawn and I had the fortune of being seated right next to a huge picture window (see picture on the left) that faced the National Archives and the street lit up at night. Add the live jazz, just-ever-so-dim lighting, candle on the table and we were very happy. The service was also impeccable; however, as I remarked earlier, 701 Restaurant was also one of the places that did not offer us coffee/tea/after dinner drinks with dessert. Lastly, 701's restaurant week menu is great because it features many of the restaurant's main dishes, so it's a good value.

We started with the baby greens salad with stayman apples, manchego cheese, radishes and red onions with a mustard vinaigrette and the roasted beet salad with granny smith apples, walnuts, goat cheese and an orange yogurt. I don't care for beets, so I won't comment on the beet salad, other than it's presentation was beautiful and appetizing, showing off the brilliant, deep magenta of the beets. My baby greens salad was fresh and crisp, and I liked the taste of the zesty red onions with the sweet apple slices and radish slices. However, I think the salad's mustard vinaigrette could have been stronger in flavor.

To start out the meal, I also tried the blood orange martini, because I loooove blood oranges. I love the dark red color, the taste that is slightly sweeter and richer than a regular orange, and I was lucky to sip blood orange tea from Harrod's a few times that I wish I could get my hands on again. This martini, however, was disappointing. I like girly drinks, afterall, I'm a girl. But this was very light on the alcohol and had a heavy aftertaste that made me feel like I had just drank a coughdrop. Also there was a slice of a regular orange in the martini. Not to be picky, but if you're going to call it a blood orange martini, throw in a slice of a blood orange. I can't speak for the other cocktails, but skip the blood orange martini.

For entrees, I got to try the Scottish Salmon roasted fennel, preserved lemon, swiss chard, potato puree with a coffee hazelnut vinaigrette. The salmon was cooked perfectly--the lines of the meat just flaked off at the touch of the fork, moist, and just slightly dark pink and rare on the inside. The potatoes were smooth, and the swiss chard had a nice bite to it that went well with the lemon flavor. I didn't taste any coffee or hazelnut in the vinaigrette around the dish, but whatever it was rounded off the dish very nicely. The second entree I sampled, and wished I could have devoured the entire thing was a dish of baked potato raviolis with cheddar cheese, scallions, malt vinegar onions, mushrooms and a slow cooked egg. Oh my god. Firstly, these potato raviolis were NOT pierogis; they were pasta raviolis stuffed with warm, pureed, creamy potatoes. The scallions, onions and mushrooms added a lot of flavor to the dish. And the slow cooked egg. Eggs with potato raviolis sounds odd, you say? Let me remind you dear foodie that the marriage of the potato and the egg has produced all sorts of wonderful things from potato pancakes to eggs and hash browns. The slow cooked egg was gooey, runny, slightly salty and delicious. And it went with the ravioli wonderfully.

Moving onto dessert, Eshawn and I each sampled the Brown Butter Feuilletine Blondie with a soft chocolate ganache and sesame seed brittle and the Chocolate Bete Noir flourless chocolate cake with blood orange marmalade. Unlike the other places I dined at during restaurant week, I'm pretty sure these desserts were made in-house. The brown butter blondie was a bit dry, but it was offset by the rich, creamy chocolate ganache. The sesame seed brittle was sweet and salty and went really well with the chocolate. My chocolate bete noir flourless cake was, in a word, rich. I'm a big fan of the flavors of choclate and orange, so the blood orange marmalade with the chocolate cake went together perfectly.

Overall, I would highly recommend 701--great place for a romantic date or a superb meal for any occasion. So that wraps up my journey through restaurant week 2010...can't wait for the next one.


Sunday, January 17, 2010

DC Restaurant Week: Bobby Van's Steakhouse

Whenever we go out to lunch at my office, we have a few standby places to pick from, and Bobby Van's is always one of them. I've never been disappointed at Bobby Van's, but I've certainly had better steak elsewhere, at Ruth's Chris, for instance.

But it was restaurant week, and we wanted to give their restaurant week menu a whirl and celebrate the new year. Lunch was a pretty good value--$20.10 (not including tax, tip or drinks) for a three-course meal at Bobby Van's. The lunch selection was somewhat limited, but hey, it's restaurant week, so if you want something else, order from the regular menu and be willing to pay a higher price.

I started with the soup of the day which was a shrimp bisque. Creamy, a nice light, orangey-pink color in a gleaming white bowl--it was delicious. The only weird thing was that on the bottom of my soup I found the tiniest shrimp, like teensy tiny, reminiscent of a bad "shrimp cocktail/shrimp salad" I had in the Bahamas once. On that vacation, I had ordered that shrimp dish expecting BIG, fat shrimp hanging off the side of the glass, but instead got a pile of these microscopic shrimp that were about as big as the upper half of my pinky. These were the same shrimp in my bisque. Shrimp this size are probably cheaper by the pound, and you never want to get to the bottom of your soup bowl and think, "I just ate cheap shrimp." Nonetheless, the bisque was delicious.

Following that, I had the flat-iron steak with horseradish mashed potatoes, haricot verts and a brandied cream demi-glace. The steak was good, cooked exactly how I asked for. I'm a finicky steak eater. I love steak, but I hate chewing and finding any fatty parts. So the steak here was a little fatty for me, but other people enjoyed the dish and ate every bite with no problem. The steak was very peppery, so if you can't handle black peppercorns, this dish is not for you. The haricot verts (fancy french for string beans) were excellent--cooked to perfection with just the right crunch. And the mashed potatoes, while scrumptious and buttery, tasted nothing like horseradish, which was disappointing.

For dessert, I had the flourless chocolate hazelnut cake. This was good, thick, and with the right amount of hazelnut flavor. Still, I couldn't help but get the same feeling I did at Fire & Sage that this little slice of cake actually came from a mass-produced frozen cake factory. It wasn't outrageous, but still a nice way to wrap up the meal. Unfortunately, I noticed here and other places during restaurant week that the waiters did not ask if anyone wanted coffee with their dessert. For restaurant week, your entire three-course meal order is placed in one fell swoop, so they don't really have to come back to your table that often to ask what else you want. I'm sure a restaurant is trying to turn tables and turn them fast, especially during restaurant week, but come on guys, ask me if I want coffee with dessert. It's the proper thing to do. Would your mom invite people over for dessert and not offer coffee? I don't think soooo.

So, another steakhouse under my belt. Another restaurant in my repertoire. Next stop: 701, the highlight of my restaurant week!


Saturday, January 16, 2010

DC Restaurant Week: Fire & Sage

Alas! It was restaurant week in DC! Naturally, I tried to take advantage of some great restaurants and three-course meals for a lower price. First stop: Fire & Sage.

For some reason when my roommate and I arrived, we were under the impression that Fire & Sage was a more upscale restaurant than it turned out to be. However, we found that not only were jeans acceptable, but so were television sets that played bad NBC hospital dramas and a stereo system that played Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust"--three things I do not associate with fine dining. Located in the Marriott Hotel in downtown DC, I would presume Fire & Sage caters to the traveling, business crowd, and not the local DC resident crowd. A restaurant where they know they may never see you again is usually a risky endeavor. However, this is not to say that Fire & Sage was awful--it was not. But it wasn't the best meal I've had either.

One thing I can say about their restaurant week menu is that the portions are more than adequate. Play your cards right, and you can go home with two meals and still be full from dinner! My roommate, Sarah, started with their flatbread with mozzarella, tomatoes and basil. While the menu stated "flatbread," what came out to our table was essentially an entire 10-inch personal pizza pie that Sarah took home. Not that there's anything wrong with a personal pizza pie, but it didn't look all that appetizing and it was pizza, not flatbread, so I would take off some presentation and honesty points. I admit, however, that I did not try the flatbread. Instead, I started with the corn and crab chowder, which was decently spicy. The chowder should have been thicker, but there were sizable, meaty chunks of crab, corn and some other indiscriminate vegetables. Fire & Sage's meals are served with corn bread that could easily have come from a box mix with some corn kernels tossed in--tasty, but nothing outrageous. And there was an odd tasting whipped butter spread, that may have had parmesan in it, but nonetheless left a funky aftertaste. It was slightly sweet, but slightly cheesy and in my opinion, didn't go well with cornbread at all.

Following appetizers, I had the oak plank scallops wrapped in bacon with cheddar grits, sauteed spinach with a sage cream sauce. The scallops were tasty, cooked just right but not even slightly raw in the center. To my surprise, I liked them with bacon. Then again, doesn't everything taste better with bacon? The cheddar cheese grits were also good and had the consistency of a lumpy version of the breakfast cereal, farina. The grits weren't necessarily the best combination with the scallops, but they were good and the sauteed spinach was simple, yet well-cooked. What brought this dish together and really made it stand out from just another scallop dish was the sage cream sauce. This could have been ladled onto cardboard and I probably would have eaten it. The sage cream sauce went very well with just the plain scallops and the cheddar grits, but also gave a slightly sweet taste that complimented the salty bacon nicely.

The other entree I sampled was the chicken orecchiette with white wine, garlic, lemon, shredded arugula and shaved parmesan. For those of you who are not pasta connoisseurs, orecchiette is a type of pasta that means "little ear" in Italian, and yes, you guessed it, it resembles the shape of a little ear. To me, this dish was bland. The sauce wasn't overwhelming in any way, the pasta (if not smothered in the light sauce) was bland, chicken was alright and the arugula gave it an interesting twist to add flavor to an otherwise bland dish. Looked great on the menu, not so great in reality.

Lastly, for dessert I sampled the key lime pie and the "hot bag o' doughnuts." Key lime pie was good, but was probably from a frozen box of pie. It was thick, limey, with a nice graham cracker crust, but nothing about it said, "I was just painstakingly made by hand!" The hot bag o' doughnuts was exactly what it said it was--little paper bag filled with doughnuts. The doughnuts, however, were kind of thick, but maybe I was just hoping for more of a beignet. Maybe they were also sitting under a heat lamp and not fresh out of the fryer, I don't know. They came with a honey cream (which was actually butter...with the same funky taste as the one served at the beginning of the meal), and a strawberry compote, which was lumpy and tasted slightly like balsamic vinegar. Overall, dessert was something I easily could have skipped here.

All of that being said, the presentation of this dishes was...lackluster. Things were just put on your plate seemingly with very little thought. Not that there's much thought into putting pasta into a bowl, or pie on a plate, but I like to be a little entertained or see something new every once in a while. The service was good--our waiter never hovered, practically read our minds about the big portions and offered us takeaway boxes (which we boxed our own meals...sometimes good, sometimes bad, but this time it made me feel like I was at T.G.I. Friday's).

All in all, if you happen to be in metro center and you really can't find anywhere else to go, Fire & Sage is not a bad option. However, if you're looking for a really good meal, something that will leave you wanting more and coming back time and time again, I would suggest you look elsewhere. Fire & Sage is what it is: a hotel restaurant primarily serving travelers, and business persons who just want to grab a quick bite to eat with some coworkers.

Next up: lunch at Bobby Van's Steakhouse.



A Review: Julie & Julia

Finally, as I promised months and months ago, I saw Julie & Julia! Quick synopsis: Julie Powell hates her job so she cooks through an entire Julia Child cookbook to alleviate her self-pity, and she blogs about it, and the other half of the movie is about Julia Child's introduction into the cooking world and the start of her love affair with food. I would have to agree with many other critics who said that Meryl Streep as Julia Child was phenomenal, while Amy Adams' sections of the movie were...well, the parts you had to sit through to watch Streep on her journey through Le Cordon Bleu and publishing a cookbook. It was a heartwarming movie, cute, nothing deep, and overall I'd give it a B+/A-.

The story of Julia Child's life is a fascinating one--working for the Office of Strategic Services during World War II and then completely switching gears and becoming a chef. However, the movie sort of painted Child's culinary career as something she happened to fall into, and I wonder if things played out that way in real life. For the purposes of this post, I'm not doing a research report on Child, only a movie review, so I apologize for not launching into a biography. It also only shows Julia Child's early culinary career--as a student at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, editing her first cookbook with French chefs Simone Beck and Louisette Bertholle, and times in Paris with her husband, Paul (played by Stanley Tucci). It would have been interesting to see a little more about Julia Child's life once she became a household name, but maybe that's already a well-known story and too much to cram into 123 minutes.

Anyway, Streep was amazing as Julia Child. This is just another film that shows her wide range and ability to transform herself into just about any character. Her voice and embodiment of Julia Child were so believable and it never seemed like a kitschy imitation. Might I add, I can do a mean Julia Child impression. Just sayin'. Streep, as usual, is a delight to watch. It just looks like she had so much fun being Julia Child, and that drives the movie.

Amy Adams' character, Julie Powell, was slightly annoying. If the real Julie Powell is anything like this, I would want to shake her a bit, tell her to get a stiff upper lip and a new job and stop sulking about. I also don't understand how someone who just cooked another woman's recipes and blogged about it became so famous and got a movie deal. But that's just my sense of injustice talking. I don't know what it is about young actresses these days (whoa, I just sounded like a 65 year old), but there seems to be this acting bug going around where these women behave like complete flinchy, flighty, anxiety-ridden, woe-is-me, melodramatic, nervous nellies--and it bothers the hell out of me. Since when did it become attractive to have temper tantrums past the age of 25 and cry in the kitchen over burnt roux or beef bourguignon? It NEVER was! And NEVER will be! Change out Amy Adams for Anne Hathaway or a younger Jennifer Aniston, and you'd probably get the same irksome result. Not every line or movement has to be delivered as if it is the most important thing ever said. I can just hear my high school drama teacher bellowing, "I don't believe you!" if I ever acted like that in his presence. So, if you're short on time, you could probably just fast forward through most of Adams' scenes and enjoy a much shorter movie.

Slight spoiler alert:
A major flaw my boyfriend, Eshawn, pointed out was that towards the end of the movie, it really glossed over the fact that Julia Child apparently hated Julie Powell's blog. I couldn't find any such post about this on the actual Julie/Julia Project blog. However, if this was the case, I would think that would have been a pretty crushing blow and in reality, Adams' character would not have rebounded so quickly. Imagine writing an entire blog dedicated to one woman whose culinary skill you admire so much you would leave sticks of butter in her kitchen at the Smithsonian (just a liiiittle weird), a woman who you pretend to have conversations with, only to discover that this woman hates what you're doing and what has brought you joy for the last several months. I do not think you would have a little cry, bake something and move on. But that's basically what happens in the movie. Oh, and Adams' husband tells her some throwaway line about how what the "Julia in her head" thinks is more important than whatever the real Julia Child thinks. Hmmm, not exactly.

So would I recommend this flick? Yes. Get some popcorn, clear your mind and watch it when you're in the mood for a few good chuckles, a great performance from Streep and something that is light and won't make you think too much. And then I suggest you go out and learn more about the original artist who made the movie possible--Julia Child, of course.


Friday, January 15, 2010

Trattoria + Deli = Happiness

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A very happy Marissa and a full stomach.


Oh and a very happy Eshawn, since he was along for the ride to the Trattoria and The Deli this time. What trattoria and what deli you ask? If you have to ask, you probably do not deserve to know. I'll give you a hint though: that sandwich (which I so happily consumed) was a Chicken Soprano: grilled chicken, roasted peppers, provolone, mozzarella and garlic aioli on a baguette.


Stay around for DC restaurant week reviews and my long-promised review of Julie/Julia.