Friday, April 27, 2007

What's happening to our forks?

Have you noticed the Great Restaurant Anti-Fork Conspiracy?

dinner_forkPerhaps, in this day and age of legal review and risk analysis of everything businesses do, restaurants have decided to minimize their customers' access to forks. Given the cost of restaurant checks these days, that might be a prudent decision. Or, perhaps in an even more sinister development, the blacklisting of the fork could be part of the insidious plan of conservative Christianity to dictate morality in even more facets of our lives. After all, when forks first began to be popular in Italy and began to move into France at the end of the 16th century, many leaders of the Church condemned forks as an insult to God, as He had already provided us with fingers to serve as our natural forks.

One of my friends argues with me over issues of what constitutes "proper" English when I despair of use of the language on television and in students' papers, and he says that common usage and common pronunciation makes English "proper." He extrapolates that argument to the flatware scenario and says that rules of etiquette change with usage patterns and the evolution of the lower classes into the targets of marketers and advertisers, thus making the habits of people who don't know any better the new standard of etiquette.

I don't think, though, that the current conspiracy is a matter of evolution. I think it's an economic decision being made by restaurants—restaurants that are trying to force their penny-pinching ways onto American society as though it were proper. These are the same people, after all, who created "California service" for their convenience in entertaining guests while the food cooked and made having a green salad at the beginning of a meal "normal," instead of having salads in their proper place between the main course and dessert. (Before you assail me for having outmoded and stuffy ideas of food etiquette, think back to how many times you've dined, filled up on salad and/or bread, and then not been hungry for your expensive main course that you ate anyway and then left the restaurant bloated and miserable.)

As Her Britannic Majesty Queen Elizabeth II is coming to Virginia next week to observe the quadracentennial of Jamestown colony (not to mention going to the Kentucky Derby), followed by a state visit to the District of Columbia and a visit with her cousin President George W. Bush, this seems like the perfect time to examine our customs, traditions, and table etiquette. After all, our American rules were established by the court traditions of Her Majesty's great-great-grandmother Queen Victoria.

Now, forks are a tool of Western society. Asian society, of course, long has used chopsticks for eating its meals. Other non-Western societies favor eating with fingers or by using pieces of bread as a scooper. The ancient Romans were known to have flat, two-pronged serving utensils that were early forks, but the idea of individual fork flatware actually developed in the Middle East and came to the Italian region from the Byzantine Empire a little over a millenium ago. When Catherine de Medici left Florence in 1533 to marry the future Henri II and become queen of France, she took with her the custom of the fork. Catherine somehow was the arbiter of fashion and the source of many of our customs today, as she not only brought the fork, she brought Italian style cooking and lavish banquets to France to become what we now know as haute cuisine; she was the first woman to wear high-heeled shoes and she started the custom of the corset; she even is credited with bringing ballet to France. Soon after Catherine's death, it became the custom for noble guests to bring their own forks in elaborate carrying cases to dinner parties. The use of forks spread throughout Europe, becoming popular in England by the 18th century, and with a variety of specialized fork designs and purposes being developed. That, of course, is the European tradition that came to the United States.

The design of forks as used in America became standardized in England during the Victorian and Edwardian eras. Some of these forks may seem a little precious to us today, but they are the established standard, and many people have inherited—if not purchased themselves—some of these specialty forks, so they continue in use today in the 21st century.

Yet, many Americans know only of two types of forks: the dinner fork and the salad fork. Why? Because restaurants, for their convenience and economics, consolidated forks and made them multi-purpose.

If we think about it, many of us who have been privileged to dine at one of the better seafood restaurants may also have experience with yet a third type of fork, the small, trident-shaped seafood fork. Even at the better restaurants, though, fork consolidation is rampant, with most diners being compelled to use salad forks as dessert forks and sometimes even as forks for appetizers and hors d'oeuvres.

Outside of the better restaurants, though, fork consolidation reaches its pinnacle. Sadly, even mid-range restaurants are trying to get by with using just one fork for an entire meal. How many times have you been asked as the waiter removes a plate if you would like to keep your fork? I have even had waiters remove my fork from a plate and set it down on the bare table! Sometimes about the only way one can get a clean fork is to "accidentally" knock the used one onto the floor, at which time the waiter will begrudgingly give you not a single new fork, but a packet of fork, knife, and teaspoon wrapped tightly in a napkin. Such a sorry, sorry state of affairs.

But fork consolidation isn't what prompted me to write this post. It's the disappearance of the fork altogether.

Just last night, while dining with a friend in Arlington, he was served a very complex dessert encased in a pastry shell, accompanied with a little ice cream, and he was not given a dessert fork (we won't even comment on the lack of an ice cream fork). The waitress brought the dessert with a fresh teaspoon. A teaspoon!

My friend, who prides himself on his non-pretentiousness and his "common touch," grumbled about the lack of a fork, and ultimately "stole" one from the place setting of an adjacent table. How do you eat that kind of a dessert with a spoon?

As we talked about his forklessness, it began to occur to us that in the last dozen or so times we'd gone to dinner, his desserts had always been served with spoons! Now, that might be understandable on those occasions he ordered ice cream, but during these meals, he'd usually had cake, cheesecake, brownies, fruit pies, and complex combination desserts. Yet not a single dessert came with forks.

It has to be a conspiracy.

I don't know whether restaurants are just trying to train customers to use that usually-unused teaspoon that shows up in their "napkin-pac," or if they are trying to eliminate fork—and eventually knifes, too—use altogether, forcing everyone to use spoons exclusively.

This is wrong. This is unnatural. This is an abomination. It must be stopped!

I am reminded of an explanation of Dante's famous epic poem, The Inferno, wherein Dante visited the depths of Hell and returned to explain the varying and more and more terrible punishments in different levels of Hell. Dante found that the first awful and terrible level of Hell was reserved for Catholics who ate meat on Fridays. As he descended the depths into the next and more horrible level of Hell, he found a place reserved for Jews and Muslims who ate pork. And finally as he ventured into the deepest, most terrifying, most dreadful place in Hell, he found the place reserved for Episcopalians who ate their entrees with a salad fork.

Perhaps you think my complaint petty. Perhaps you see no big deal about multi-purpose forks or even being forced to eat desserts with spoons. But mark my words, the erosion of our system of eating utensils is the beginning of the end of American society as we know it. If this isn't stopped, before long we will all be relegated to chopsticks and tablespoons. And then not long after that, everything will be served in sandwiches and wraps and we'll no longer have silverware, we'll all be eating with our hands and fingers like those primates from whom we evolved. Evolution will have returned full circle into our ultimate deevolution.

For those who care, for those who worry about the future of mankind and our future generations, let me take a moment to introduce you to our at-risk standards of proper fork utensils. Above you see an example of a dinner fork. A proper dinner fork will feel substantial and will range in size from six to eight inches in length. Naturally, for many purposes, eight inches is too big. So, let me tell you about the smaller forks in our silverware repertoire.

Here are some pictures of some of my more favorite forks. Since these are all from my favorite sterling pattern, Grande Baroque, you can get a little bit of an idea of the scale of these forks, since the decorative ends are actually all the same size, so where they look big in the picture, the fork is actually smaller, and where they look small, the fork is larger. None of these forks are going to be longer than six inches.

forks


On the left is a dessert fork. In the number two position is the well-known salad fork, and I placed these two forks side by side so you could compare them. The dessert fork is a little longer, but the most important difference is in the tines. The two tines on one side are merged into one bigger tine, thus creating a little bit of a cutting edge for those desserts that require a little bit of minor "cutting," such as cakes, pies, or pastries. In a similar vein is the fork in the number three position, the fish fork. While there is such a thing as a fish knife, many people find their fish sufficiently delicate that they are able to "cut" the serving of fish with the edge of their fork, hence the thicker lower tine. Fourth you will see an ice cream fork. Yes, ice cream is properly eaten with a fork. The ice cream fork is probably the precursor of the "spork" we see in some fast-food restaurants, though the ice cream fork is nearly flat and does not have a bowl as do sporks. Fifth is the long-tined "strawberry" or fruit fork, used for impaling pieces of fresh fruit and delivering them to the mouth. And, finally, we see the trident-shaped seafood fork used especially for things like oysters on the half shell, crab, and lobster.

You are empowered with knowledge. Now that I have educated you, I urge you to go forth and use your new-found wisdom to stop this awful restaurant anti-fork conspiracy and to preserve the American way.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Afghan Kabob Restaurant, Springfield, Va.

Yesterday was such a warm, sunny day, I ventured down to Springfield to help my friend Mark prepare his front flower bed and back patio for spring and summer. He's kind of like me in that we get this burst of gardening energy in April that loses steam in May and then disappears altogether for the summer, so these things needed a bit more work. When we finished, he took me to dinner at Afghan Kabob Restaurant there in Springfield.

Afghan is a nice white-tablecloth kind of place in a suburban strip mall that was surprisingly busy for a Sunday evening. I was even more surprised that there were so many tables of families with young children--usually kids don't like "adventurous" foods. There was an empty table, so we were able to be seated right away. The decor was simple with pink wainscoated walls and lots of windows. One interior wall boasted four large, long, amateur paintings of what I presumed were scenes of Afghanistan. In between the windows on another wall were a portrait of Afghani President Karzai and a painted map of the regions of the country. The most interesting thing about the decor happened at sundown. They had a series of red lights on the ceiling throughout the dining room that they turned on, and between the regular lighting, the red lighting, and the pink walls, the room took on an orange glow that I think was intended to evoke a sense of campfire light.

The menu wasn't terrible large, but there were still many many things from which to choose, and as this was my first visit to an Afghani restaurant, it was challenging.

We both got green salads with a yogurt dressing with our entrees. They also brought a plate of spiced rice, a little bowl of a hot, spicy yogurt sauce called maust, and a bowl of a tomatoey meat sauce with a little meatball in the middle called qurma.

salad
sides


Mark's main course was called shami. This was a plate of seasoned ground beef formed into shapes that could go around a kabob skewer. It was quite strikingly presented on a large, long piece of nan flat bread.

shami


I got the quabili palau, another grilled kabob, only mine was lamb. They put the lamb on the bottom of the plate, then covered it with a huge mound of spiced rice, and topped it with a sweet mix of fried carrot strips and raisins. It was quite unusual, and they encouraged me to use a lot of the meat sauce on it.

qaubilipalua


We shared a dessert. They were out of a couple of our first choices, so we ended up with the gosh-e-feel, something that reminded me very much of those fried wontons/crab rangoon we often see in Chinese restaurants, except this was sweet with cinnamon and powdered sugar, plus grated pistachio nuts all over the top. They were little, light, crispy things. Along with our dessert, we were given complimentary Afghan tea, a light yellow brew with a predominant cardamom flavor, in clear glass coffee mugs.

goshefeel


Mark reluctantly acquiesced to posing for a Kody Pose. He's holding a glass of dogh. Most of the Middle Eastern and south Asian cultures have a yogurt drink, and this is the Afghan offering. It was a little salty and included tiny cucumber dice and minced mint. This particular type also had a little ice in it, but I think it's probably normally drunk at room temperature, so the ice was for American palates. I liked it; I'm not sure Mark was so wild about it.

mark


Afghan Kabob Restaurant is a pleasant place and moderately priced. Service was attentive. The owner came through the dining room several times to make sure that everyone was satified and taken care of. I look forward to another visit so I can try some of the other things on the menu.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Zen Bistro and Wine Bar, Arlington, Va.

Ian and I headed to Pentagon City for some quick shopping last night before things closed. Once we got there, though, he decided he was hungry and that we absolutely had to eat dinner before we could shop. So, we ended up on Pentagon Row to dine at Zen Bistro and Wine Bar, a fairly new place that opened up just this past year.

Zen is a fairly small, narrow place in the row of trendy restaurants that flanks the wintertime ice skating rink at Pentagon Row. The decor is sleek and contemporary, with deep reds and oranges as the colors throughout. We were given large menus; page after page of the menu was filled with wines and cocktails. Finally, the very last two pages had food.

saladWe each started off with the Zen house salad. It was a nice mix of American-style greens with large slices of cucumber and tomato with a big wad of carrots shreds on top and a couple of slices of toast all presented on white, triangular plates and dressed in a ginger-balsalmic vinaigrette.

Dinner arrived mere minutes after the salads had arrived. I always have to remember that the service à la russe European tradition of presenting foods in separate courses is not a tradition shared by eastern Asian cultures. Nonetheless, with all these pan-Asian fusion places catering to the non-Asian, trendy American crowd, I keep thinking they'll start dealing more with courses and order, especially since at this place, they are doing separate salads and desserts.

Ian chose the rice claypot for his main course. It's basically a fried brown rice with chicken. It was supposed to have had bean sprouts, mushrooms, and bamboo shoots, but he ordered it without them. I thought it was a cute presentation idea.

ricepot


I had the orange peel chicken. It was pretty good, with a sweet orange sauce that wasn't too terribly sweet. My only criticism was that the chunks of chicken were just a little too big...they needed to be half that size to be easily eaten with chopsticks. The chicken came with rice molded in the shape of a pyramid.

orangepeelchicken


Ian is a dessert addict, so he had to have something. He seriously considered the chocolate lava, but ended up with the chocolate mousse cake, a confection with layers of flourless mousse cake divided with layers of mousse, garnished with a large dollop of whipped cream.

chocmoussecake


I usually don't do dessert, but he talked me into it, and I got the the cabernet pear tart. The tart was rather a bit like a pear clafouti with a top layer of jellied cabernet red wine. The smallish slice was garnished with sliced almonds, a half orange slice, and with whipped cream and a cherry on the side.

peartart


I never appear in the Kody Pose lineups, so Ian insisted on taking my picture. Here, I'm holding the mango bubble tea I ordered at the beginning of the meal. It was rather an unusual bubble tea, since it was much more like a mango slushie and didn't seem to have any tea at all. Also, the "bubbles" weren't the usual spheres of tapioca, but were tiny diced cubes instead.

mangobubbletea


After dinner, **finally** we got to shop. And shop we did, until we'd completely charged up Ian's credit card.