Sunday, April 19, 2009

Wakasan

A lot has been said about Wakasan. Some people are quasi obsessive followers of this hole in the wall Izakaya on Westwood Blvd, while others can't seem to accept what they view to be an excessively stringent adherence to traditionalist Japanese food. While the latter couldn't be further from the truth I'll be the first to admit that Wakasan isn't for the casual sushi eater. It isn't a sushi bar at all. I like to think of Wakasan as almost a private club in which Wakasan himself holds court at the bar leading a brigade of Japanese chef's that can and do give the top Japanese chef's in the city a run for their money.

This is where the Japanese chef's go to eat after work. This is where you sit at the table and a hush falls over the room when Mr. Nozawa the sushi Nazi himself walks into the room and you happily slurp noodles side by side. This is where a certain breed of foodie/drinker comes to indulge in both of their preferred activities.

I try to make it out to Wakasan at least once a week, but sometimes I end up making the trip more often then that. Not only because I love the food and I love the drunken late night conversation with Taku, Wakasan's son, but they serve food late. I'm talking past midnight late. Take that Taco Bell 4th Meal.....

So tonight was special. We were out with good friends introducing them to a favorite restaurant and we had a special bottle of sake. Kubota Hekiju, is a Junmai Daiginjo sake from Niigata. The sister sake to Kubota Manjyu, the Hekiju offered everthing I was hoping a premium sake would. With tons of floral aroma and a bit of vanilla on the palate.


So let's start with the food. A brief note on pictures, while Wakasan is a darling in the blogger world we have built a personal relationship with the staff there and don't want to disrespect them or their food. They a) don't understand the blog hype b) we all think it's distracting when we see a blogger with their notepad and photo-shoot setup at the table. This is dinner not a school report. and c) frankly too many pictures of everything is distracting to the goal of everyone in the restaurant getting drunk and having a great time. That being my long winded explanation for the fact that yours truly got too drunk to remember to take a lot of pictures. Oh but the ones I did take....

1st Round:
(I like to order in rounds not courses at Wakasan as we end up staying for a while so we try to pace it out)

A Sashimi Plate which included: Tuna, Red Snapper, Yellow Tail, Amber Jack, and Rock Cod.
Followed by, now please forgive the lack of pictures...

Hamachi Kama - Grilled Yellow tail Collar....Awesome...Wakasan is a grill master...

Also grilled were the Tukune, chicken meatballs served with a raw egg dipping sauce...I found a picture here in another blog entry about Wakasan. This is actually the blog in which I first found out about this restaurant so I guess I owe the author a debt of gratitude. This is her new blog, check it out....

We were also served a speciality of the restaurant, Tamagoyaki, Egg Omelet with Beef tendon and yam cake. Mindblowingly good. For some reason when I eat this I'm transported back to the breakfast table mixing my eggs with ketchup, food takes us strange and happy places sometimes...

To finish out round one we went with some deep fried whitefish with ponzu. A simple close to the opening salvo.

At this point we had some thinking to do. I knew we would be ordering some of my favorite off menu items like the beef shortrib and the udon "vongole," but when I asked Taku for something different and new that I hadn't tried I thought we might get something weird like fish innards or raw beef, which we did have and was killer, but what we got was better than I could have even dreamed up.

Duck and Foie Gras nabe.I've had their kamo(duck)-nabe before. And fellow blogger Kevineats had some with his recent Wakasan meal, but this was special. On my previous visit I had been shown the lobe of duck foie sitting in the fridge and wondered what they would possibly do with it. While many people know of Hiro Urasawa's use of foie in Shabu Shabu, I'd never seen it pre-seared before. In fact I was worried that somehow doing this would cause the foie to loose some flavor. Boy was I wrong. We let one small piece of foie dissolve into the broth "for flavor" and than went at it full bore. Duck green onion and foie. Killer...

At this point we were pretty well full and pretty hammered. We'd already been there for 3 hours and the restaurant was starting to empty. My favorite time to be there. We killed the bottle of Kubota with the staff than moved on to Sochu. Feeling that if I was going to throw up because I was too drunk I might as well go out in style I had Taku get me to final "shime" dishes. Tempura shrimp over rice with the most amazing sauce, and raw octopus with pickled wasabi root. Bar non one of the best and slimiest drinking snacks I've ever encountered.

We asked for some kind of desert and we were delivered a wonderful green tea crepes with strawberries inside and blueberries on top. Perfect.

Wakasan is an ask and you shall receive restaurant. The chef's have tons of the freshest ingredients on hand and aim to please. A note on the menu. Forget the printed menu, use it only as a guide but rely on your server. They know better than you. Wakasan and team took amazing care of us and obviously we'll be there again soon. I'm there all the time, I'm the big goofy American eating all the weird stuff.

Wakasan
1929 Westwood Blvd
Los Angeles, CA 90025
(310) 446-5241

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I Met Alice Waters Today

Yeah, I did...It was awesome. She's such a wonderful down to earth woman, aside from being one of America's best chef's...ever...Alice was one of the first and continues to be a very loud proponent of local and organic produce. How cool is it that a "hippie chef" from Berkley California helps influence policy at The White House.

Megan and I had the pleasure of eating at Chez Panisse this past summer on our swing through Napa and San Francisco. I wish I had been hipper to the whole blogging thing at the time, I would have taken pictures and written a full post. I'll have to do that next time, but suffice to say Chez Panisse and Alice Waters have changed the American culinary lexicon for the better and we owe her a debt of gratitude for all of the wonderful local produce that is available to us now.





PS

Sorry for the lack of real food bloggish updates. I've been stuck in the studio but I do have a backlog of posts coming up, plus Rock and Dinner Roll Special...Rock and Egg Roll. My co-blogger just got back from a trip to China and from the Picture's I've seen I'm sure he has some Epic meals to discuss.

Love...Peace...Taco Grease.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Sharky's Mexican Grill

While most people think that musicians and people from Hollywood in general would rather eat steamed tofu and veggies, I'm here to tell you that most professional artists in their younger days, while they can still destroy their bodies, like fast food.

For me there are lines in the sand. While I will eat In and Out Burger on a regular basis as well as a Fatburger from time to time, I haven't eaten McDonalds, Burger King, Or Jack in the Box in around 10 years. I don't really consider Fatburger and In and Out to be fast food. Anywhere in which you have to sit down at a table and wait for your food to be prepared counts as a restaurant to me. So I guess Sharky's falls into that grey area between fast food and sit down restaurant. Lets call it "medium food" neither fast nor slow.

The standard Sharky's Chicken Nacho with black beans. While nothing new, and in fact eating these breaks most of my personal diet rules I think they are great. As far as "gringo" Mexican food goes I think Sharky's blow's Baja Fresh and Wahoo's out of the water. I'd be interested in doing a side by side Chiplote vs. Sharky's but I think that would be a big waste of time followed by a long period in which I feel very bloated.


The boys in the band currently don't eat much outside of what they refer to as "The All American Feast." This usually means a runner is sent out to a local Deli to pick up Chicken Wings, Chicken Tenders, Fried Cheese Sticks, Pizza, French Fries and Onion Rings. I refer to this feast as the heart attack. After a few days of watching a band kill themselves with that kind of crap even Sharky's starts to look healthy. I'll have to go to Wakasan soon to clear out my system of this crap with some great food. Here is a link to a great write up of Wakasan by one of my all time favorite food bloggers Naoko Moore. A personal favorite for late night dining as well as post album detox. Expect my own Waksan write up shortly.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Food Blogger Syndrome

I don't know about you, but I've read a lot of food blogs. Wayyyy to many in fact, if you ask my girlfriend. I spend almost all of my time in front of a computer screen at work only to come home to check if the food blogs that I've been checking all day have updated. Has ChuckEats posted about yet another restaurant I have to try in some distant corner of the globe???!!!?!?!?!?!? It's only been like 10 minutes since I last checked a blog and my hands are starting to shake... The symptoms are clear now, first a cold sweat, than the shaking, than as if from nowhere a full blown case of delirium tremens. That's when you know you've viewed one too many food blog for your own good.

I think everyone has noticed that just about every single person in the western world has a food blog, or knows a writer of a food blog. So it begs the question, does this create a better dining community? If we're all more informed because there is a wealth of information on the Internet than it stands to reason that we'll be happier more educated diners who are more willing to try what the chef's offer...

Or so one hopes.

On a visit to The French Laundry last summer, post coming soon I'm a bad person I know; after our meal when we were introduced to Chef de Cuisine Corey Lee I made the extreme faux pas of mentioning to him that "we'd read a lot about your food in the "blogosphere," and we were looking forward to trying it." He snapped back, quite tersely if you ask me, "don't believe everything you read," before turning back to his kitchen. It got me thinking, are the blogs really just making us more difficult diners?

At a recent dinner at a favorite Japanese restaurant I was speaking with the owner's son who runs the front of house there. He was saying that the culture of food blogging is not only annoying to the restaurants, but he believes the other diners as well. Firstly, most people who take to the Internet, myself included, are not trained food professionals. Also how much fun is it for you the regular at their resturant to have dinner while a table next to you sets up multiple angles of pictures with lighting that they brought to best document the food. While that doesn't make their opinions invalid, it makes them just that, opinion. Anyone can pan a Michelin 3 star restaurant in their blog, but how many of our blogger friends would be willing to step into the kitchen of The French Laundry or Manresa or Per Se and be able to deliver anything on the level of the lowest commie there.

I'd do it if someone gave me a bottole of McCallan 25 so I can put on a thick enough skin to stand the heat....

In my industry there are a lot of people who judge what we do. As a record producer I'm also still a professional musician. I write and record full time. I've been playing instruments longer than most people working at record labels have known that their jobs even existed. However I have to listen to their opinions about my playing, about songs that were written that hold a deep personal meaning to the artist and myself. Their opinions while completely untrained, and in my opinion unwarranted most of the time, are important; just like the blogs. While I personally can't stand people talking about subjects they know little about I guess everyone needs an enemy. I spend my days trying to think of ways to improve songs and how to force my will on the A&R's the Management, and the band to get everyone to perform at the highest level and come back with a product we can be proud of. I guess chef's spend their time thinking about how they would disembowel and cook a reviewer or food blogger who pissed them off.

To each his own.

My advice to those who read food blogs, take everything with a large grain of salt. A lot of blogs are written by people who love the status they get by eating multi course tasting menu's at the most expensive restaurants in the world and than looking down on everything else. I don't know about you but I can't afford to go to Urasawa every month. But the point is this, these blogs are nothing more than a dining journal. Don't take them to be the Gospel truth, most of us would be lost in the kitchen....


PS

sorry for the lack of lunch updates, this record I'm doing is consuming my life. I'll get back to normal shortly.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Taco Truck 101

Living in LA we've all seen them. While some are glistening examples of the kind of heights that fast food can reach; others are very much the disgusting "roach coaches" they appear to be. The debate rages on and has in fact gone all the way to city hall on more than a few occasions. While I try not to politicize my eating, I'll get out and fight for the rights of the noble taco vendor any day...why?

I freaking love tacos....

It's kind of strange considering that I am of New York Jewish heritage, but I loves me some tacos. Somewhere between the layers of meat, onion, cilantro, salsa and tortilla I find culinary bliss. To me there is nothing more quintessentially LA than going to the taco truck, ordering two taco's "al pastor," two taco's carne asada and a coke, then sitting on milk crates eating the taco's piled high with a fiery salsa.

While everyone has their favorite taco trucks, and I'll even go in depth in future posts about my favorite spots, let me give you dear readers a beginners guide for spotting the best neighborhood taco truck:

1) Be Of The People - Find the truck with a lot of people eating...usually a good sign.
2) Don't be a "Gringo." Give it a shot, when you try another culture's food eat it as the locals do. *However don't be afraid that you'll be judged for asking for cheese or mild salsa, it only barely makes you a "girly man."
3) Just because a taco is $1 or less don't worry; your local taco truck probably uses fresher meat than your local Taco Bell.
4) When you find your truck, or trucks, stick with it.

If everyone could just open up their hearts and stomachs to the beauty that is the taco truck we'd live in a much nicer world.

Oban 18 Year Single Malt Tasting Notes


An anniversary gift from Megan, Oban 18 Year Old Limited Edition, plus a Riedel Vinum series Single Malt glass...my girlfriend is so much cooler than yours.

I've been an Oban 14 drinker for a while now, I can spend a whole evening wrapping my nose around it's peaty citrusy (Is that even a word? If not it should be) goodness. So it was no surprise to me that the Oban 18 would be a finer version of it's younger sibling.

Tonight we find your friendly blogger on the tail end of a 12 hour day in the studio. While I will never post details about the bands I'm working with, discression above all things...; I will try to give you, the reader, something to think about the next time you put on the radio or break out your ipod. 12 hours of tracking guitars is mind numbing...

It's hard to describe, but the sheer willpower that one needs to sit and listen to 12 hours worth of guitar tracking for only 2 songs in one day is mind boggling. If you can get past the boredom and mind numbing routine and give in to what you are doing, I think there is something quite wonderful about the process. Maybe it's the Jewish desire to self abuse, but I love guitars. I don't mind sitting and listening to the same song for hours; days on end trying to get to the perfect chord, the ideal performance. The moment when the artist's inspiration and deeply felt emotions finally translate through the emotional conduit that is popular song.

Sound pretentious enough? I'm paid to be verbose about songs and songwriting...if there ever was a profession in which one was paid to bullshit...my father always told me I should try to get paid for what you are good at.

So where does Oban 18 fit into all of this? After a day of guitars one has to turn off their mind. If you don't you'll never sleep. You can spend the entire night obsessing about the strange syncopated section in the second verse that the guitarist just couldn't get to save his life... Which is very strange considering that he wrote the damn thing and should be able to play it!!!!! You can see why scotch fits nicely into this equation.

The Oban 18 is a wonderful example of a fine aged single malt. Sweet and ripe on the nose, with a nice strong spice to it, some black pepper and salt. Hints of nutty toffee, oak, seaweed, and a fine smoke round out the palate. Long full tannins with a slow finish...an elegant drink by any measure. While I'm sure that Megan wanted to get me a great scotch, she had no idea how great the Oban is. I'd like to say I'll let it last and enjoy it over time, but I'll probably be the glutton and drunkard I'm known to be and drink it quickly, its far to tasty. So thank you Scotland...for your wonderful finish to a boring but wonderful part of my job, and I look forward to our continued friendship in the years and albums to come.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Here it goes down, down into my belly...

Who says size matters from L to R: Oban 18, The Maccallan 18 (baby bottle), The Maccallan 12....

Happy Anniversary to me.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

New Additions

We're going to have some special guests from time to time to provide their singular insight into the food world as well. Here is a guide to upcoming restaurant posts by myself and special guests:

The French Laundry
Manresa
Providence
Top Secret La Restaurants...

Fun Fun Fun for one and all...

Manresa


Let's start by addressing one thing right from the outset. Manresa is absolutely not a "lunch" place. That's not to say that it's not a delicious place to spend the daylight hours, of course, but it isn't the sort of joint you'd order take-out from. However, we can allow ourselves an extravagance every once in a while, and this one came in the form of a meal at Manresa, a 2-Star restaurant in Los Gatos, California.

“Los Gatos?” True, this little town, situated halfway between Santa Cruz and absolutely nowhere initially seems like an odd location for a world-class dining experience. But by reputation, Manresa is right up there with the country’s most revered dining rooms. I can’t say that I’m the most qualified person to place the restaurant, a brainchild of chef David Kinch, among the global culinary pantheon, but I will say that it tasted good—really good. Siobhan and I visited for a slightly preemptive Birthday/Valentine’s Day celebration, and were left sleepy, slaked, and sated. I’ll speak mainly about the dishes themselves, but first, a few comments about the setting and service.

The restaurant is in a relatively small building just off of the city’s main drag, and the decor is understated and excellent. It artfully blends modern foundations with rustic accents, and the result is both elegant and cozy—just the kind of place you’d like to spend five hours indulging at least four of your senses at any given time. OK, so hearing goes pretty much unindulged unless you’re dining with a good companion (I was).

The staff makes those five hours all the more enjoyable. Our server was also a sommelier, or maybe I should say our sommelier was also a server, which was incredibly helpful, and she indicated that all of the waiters had similarly broad knowledge. Service was always prompt without any sense of urgency, and the pours were generous. I made the mistake initially of telling her that “maybe [she wasn’t] the right person to ask, but I [had] a question about wine.” That sure was embarrassing. But even though Siobhan and I were a good five years younger than the next-youngest diners and did not come with an expensive bottle of French wine for the staff, we didn’t feel the slightest bit of condescension, which can be a problem at high-end restaurants.

We knew beforehand that we would be getting the tasting menu, but had not anticipated that there would be a pork and black truffle menu, as well, so we decided to supplement the already cornu-copious tasting. We also shared a wine pairing, on account of having to drive, but it ended up being plenty.

By the by, let me apologize for the poor picture quality in many of the courses--or the outright lack or photo for some. We felt somewhat uncomfortable using the flash, and the overall yellowness of the ambient lighting, while not having this effect in person, tends to overpower the lush and beautiful colors of the food on the plate. As for the ones we forgot, well...The wine got to us.

Anyhow, on to the menu...



The menus were printed for us specially, since we got a substituted tasting. Clearly, they sprang for the expensive printer at Best Buy. They came in a pretty envelope, as well.

Amuse Bouche Courses, paired with N.V. Bailly-Lapierre Cremant de Bourgogne, France
First came the amuse bouche courses, which were really extraordinary and started the meal off on a flavorful but restrained tone. They were paired with a wonderfully crisp rose that accented many of the flavors, but didn't go great with a few of them. When you have several varied amuse plates paired with one wine, I guess that's the risk you run. But even when the rose didn't accent, it never hindered.

Amuse 1: Petit fours "red pepper-black olive"
These served as an apt introduction to the Manresa paradigm: blending the familiar with the unfamiliar to excite the senses. If you know the texture, the flavor will be foreign. If you recognize the form, the taste will be utterly unexpected. In this case, we had a perfect, warm madeleine cookie that tasted like olive oil, rather than shortbread, and a gumdrop that tasted like the distilled essence of red pepper, focusing mainly on its sweet quality rather than its spiciness.

Amuse 2: Chestnut croquettes
These went right from the server's tray to our mouths. They were somewhat cool on the outside, but the inside was pure liquid goodness, bursting with unctuous foie gras. We were warned that the croquette would fill our mouths, and it indeed seemed to almost burst out of our pursed lips, its modest, golden exterior hiding a an impossible amount of liquid within. While I the "fried" taste somewhat obscured the chestnut, the textural qualities more than outweighed my minor quibble with the flavor.


Amuse 3: Horchata and lightly toasted parsnip
An excellent horchata by any measure. Despite being an absolute horchata fiend, I've never had it warm before. While that may not be the best option to pair with a burrito and sweat-scented hot salsa, I will certainly go back to warm horchata in the future. Again, this was the perfect interplay of the familiar and the surprising.


Amuse 4: Arpege farm egg
Likely my favorite of the opening salvo from Chef Kinch's kitchen, I've gathered that the dish came about when Chef Passard of L'Arpege was guest-cooking at Manresa. It presents a complex and rewarding mix of flavors in every dripping and rich spoonful: sweet, salty, cool, warm, all at once. It's the sort of dish you could write an English thesis on, comparing it to the works of Joyce.

With our palates sufficiently primed, it was time to move on to the first "main" courses, which did not disappoint. The first dishes presented all the different sides of Manresa, and the next few would prove to be a little more bountiful, more robust, and more focused, each centering on a particular facet of Chef Kinch's exceptional cuisine. Before I forget, the bread and unsalted butter were fresh and excellent--we got two helpings.


Marinated bay scallops with avocado and pistachio, paired with 2007 Txomin Etxanix, Gipuzkoa, Spain
It is not an overstatement to say that the scallops were truly sublime. They had a delightful citrus flavor that did not overpower the clean, natural sweetness of the bay scallops. The scallops were topped with a great, light "potato chip," but the avocado on the plate was the Danny Glover to the scallops' Mel Gibson. The texture was absolutely surreal, closer to gelato than guacamole. And the flavor was pure avocado. The wine was a great Spanish white with a crisp citrus taste and just a little CO2 that was great with the cool, raw scallops. Excellent.


Mussels in butter, leeks with roasted pear, smoked bread, paired with 2004 Bruno Clavelier Aligote Burgundy
Another standout. The leeks, pears, and mussels were all extremely tender and interlaced with flavor, with the mussels being a little more firm than I'm used to. The sweetness of the pears was imminently present with each bite, and everything was unbelievably rich and creamy. The bread was truly surprising--it tasted exactly like smoke, and greatly enhanced the flavor of everything else on the plate. The aligote was a great pairing, given its apple and pear-like flavor and unobtrusive lightness.


Into the vegetable garden..., paired with 2007 Chateau de Pampelonne Cotes de Provence
This is one of Chef Kinch's signature dishes, and it did not disappoint. The winter herbs and vegetables were each bold, and confidently stood on their own. The "dirt" made from chicory and dried potatoes was savory and truly earthy, while the purees of garlic and sunchoke(?) under the vegetables added flavor that was excellent, but not always necessary, given the "jus" of the vegetables in the form of a foam. Each ingredient had such personality--it was a revelatory experience to find out just how great undressed vegetables could be. (Click here for a great article about this dish.) The wine was a great rose with very subtle and complex flavors that did its job: stay out of the way.

Winter tidal pool, paired with 2006 Chateau de Clery Muscadet Loire Valley
Another signature dish of Chef Kinch's. I unfortunately didn't snap a picture, though many are available online. It featured geoduck, razorclam, shaved abalone, uni, foie gras, and some garnishes, all in a dashi broth. The uni was great, as were the individual components, but both Siobhan and I found the dashi to be too salty. While it faithfully mimicked a saltwater tidal pool, it made each bite a chore rather than a pleasure. The foie gras certainly helped to cut through the saltiness, but it didn't get the job done. The muscadet, accordingly, was a great pairing with the rich components, but didn't salvage the broth itself. Maybe it's just me, but I had a hard time with this one. Note that while other reviews heartily disagree, I've found one that shares this complaint: Orthagonal Thought.

Monkfish and lettuce veloute, mushrooms in pear vinegar, paired with 2007 Domaine Massiac Viognier Languedoc
Another one without a picture. The monkfish itself had its usual smooth texture, and I found that the lettuce veloute did not add a whole lot. Monkfish is, in and of itself, always a treat, however, so I thoroughly enjoyed it. The mushrooms were excellent, with the pear vinegar coating but not outshining their meatiness. I loved the viognier, as well, which provided an excellent accent to the mushrooms and some needed spice for the monkfish. Note that we had not yet seen a heavy red wine.


Boar sausage with truffle and potato croquettes, apple, paired with 2005 Jean Louis Chave Selection Offerus Syrah Saint-Joseph
This was one of the substituted dishes, and Chef Kinch carefully placed it exactly where it should go. The truffles were shaved generously on top, and the potato croquettes were masterful; essentially perfect mashed potatoes with a light breading. The apples were cooked expertly, as well, until they reached the perfect texture for this plate. The sausage was a bit dry for me, but quite flavorful. As a major sausage buff, I was not disappointed. The wine was great, as well, a truly robust red with currant flavors, a grainy mouthfeel and quite a bit of pepper in the finish. , I did sense something a bit un-Manresa-like about this dish as a whole. It seemed tame in comparison to the rest.

At this point, we asked for a lull in the parade of dishes. We were duly accommodated, despite it being rather late at this point; it was a break both of us definitely appreciated.


Roast lamb, our broccoli with braised leeks, hazelnut piccada, paired with 2006 Manresa Bordeaux Blend Santa Cruz Mountains
This dish helped to put things back on track. The lamb was perfect--for all the vegetables they feature, one could be fooled into thinking that Chef Kinch doesn't have a grasp of proteins, but the meal certainly proved otherwise. In terms of temperature and texture, the lamb was one of the best preparations I've had. But the excellent combination of broccoli and hazelnut also served as a great accompaniment. It was an unexpected earthy addition that definitely grounded this dish firmly in the month of February. The "house" wine was wonderful, as well, providing a bold but nuanced companion to the plate.

Fried polenta and currants with white coffee ice cream, cara cara orange, all desserts paired with Graham 10 Year Tawny Port
This was a great start to the dessert courses. The cara cara, a reddish-pink variety of navel oranges, made the rest of the coffee ice cream take on a truly unique flavor, equal parts latte and lemonade. I enjoyed the polenta, though Siobhan found it a bit superfluous.


Cherry blossom mousse with rhubarb consomme and kisses
You'll notice that we became a little more bold at this stage and decided to use the camera's flash, as the clientele started clearing out. This was another highlight of the meal. The consomme was tart but utterly refreshing, while the cherry blossom mousse provided a surprisingly rich but flavorful foil. It's rare to get such a creamy texture without sacrificing the fruit flavor, and this certainly was another one of those unexpected tastes that you ironically come to expect when dining at Manresa.


Dark chocolate veloute with fresh mint ice cream, hazelnut rochers
This was another decadent and exciting dessert course, with rich textures and a mix of flavors and colors that all screamed "I AM THE BEST GOD-DAMNED MINT CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD!" And they couldn't have been more accurate. The hazelnuts acted as a high-end "topping," and nicely held up the underlying clean flavors of the mint and dark chocolate. A definitive experience.


Finale: Petit fours "strawberry-chocolate"
Again, a perfect madeleine, crispy on the outside but lusciously soft on the inside, and again a gumdrop, but with completely different flavors: chocolate and strawberry. I enjoyed these with a cup of espresso as the last few guests filtered out of the restaurant. Because our extended menu (and our extended seventh inning stretch), we were by far the longest occupants that evening, and we soon said goodbye to the warm interior.

As I drove back to San Francisco with Siobhan happily sleeping next to me, I continued to think about how perfect an ending the petit fours were. Manresa is a place that challenges and subverts your expectations with every dish, if only to make the traditional preparations once again surprising; Chef Kinch prepares you to expect the unexpected. So after starting with the most unusual madeleine and gumdrop I've ever had, what better way to finish than with a customary flavor? Following the sort of culinary re-education that Manresa provides, nothing could be more surprising than the everyday. It's the sort of experience that gets you excited about eating again.

I'm often taking the role of the molecular gastronomy apologist, the person who says that science really can bring something to food. But that argument has no place when assessing Manresa and Chef Kinch's inventive cuisine. Here, food is not combined with science to create new tastes; rather, food is combined with intelligence and imagination, and the result cannot be missed. So as I thought about those petit fours and all the other dishes we'd tasted, driving back to the city in the rain, another thought kept creeping up: God, I can't wait to go back.

Bay Cities Italian Deli


An absolute favorite if you ever lived, grew up on, or hung out near Santa Monica. Most will tell you to eat "The God Mother w/The Works," from their website: " genoa salami, mortadella
coppacola, ham, prosciutto, provolone,
mayo, mustard (yellow, honey or dijon), onions, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, Italian dressing & mild or hot pepper salad (no sub.)"

Personally I go for a Caprese sandwich: water mozzarella, basil, onion, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and salt and pepper. With my personal addition of Prosiutto. Amazing...

Eitherway brave the line, Bay Cities Deli ranks amongst the best sandwiches in LA. They also boast a large selection of gourtmet items and wines. I totally recomend buying one of their frozen Lazangas. They use the same meatballs as for their meatball sandwiches...also amazing. You can re-heat at home and enjoy...keeps us happy for days at a time, and "She" can't cook to save her life.

Bay Cities Italian Deli
1517 Lincoln Blvd.,
Santa Monica, CA 90401
310-395-8279

http://www.baycitiesitaliandeli.com/

Sunday, March 22, 2009

We Begin

I figured that I should provide some kind of insight to what I hope this blog will be.
I spend a lot of time in recordings studios, making albums that hopefully the public will enjoy. I have been very lucky in that a lot of the records I make people enjoy, and this is something I am thankful for every day. In the spare time that I do have, I love to cook, but more than that I love to eat. I have been lucky enough to travel to some of the best Restaurants in America, Europe, and Japan and eat some of the finest food in the world. This blog.... will most likely be about very little of that.

In my work we eat a lot of takeout. I’ve probably ordered “to go” from every single restaurant in LA, well not every one but we’re working on it. I’ve seen orders go out to: Spago, Cut, The Grill of Beverly Hills, Nobu, Subway, you name it we’ve tried it. You might think that going to such lengths for food is quite insane, or you probably just chalk it up to “Rockstars acting entitled.” While most do act fairly entitled let me tell you that the food we eat is extremely important. Imagine this; you are stuck in a fairly small room say 9’x25’ with the same 7 people for up to 18 hours a day 7 days a week with few if any days off for 2 months. Tension is building because the label really needs a hit single, if not your entire career might be over. All of a sudden things that shouldn’t be very important become the most important. What we order to the studio can make the difference between a bad day and a great day.

So where does that leave us? Why did I waste my time to read this dude’s rambleings? Hopefully I’ll provide a little insight into the occasionally secret world of LA dining as well as the professional rock and roll world, with the occasional episode of me ranting about some of my own cooking or a great wine we drank. I’ll try to keep my foot out of my mouth if you promise to do the same.

Welcome aboard.