Saturday, May 19, 2007

Clyde's of Georgetown, Georgetown, D.C.

After the Senior Convocation at Georgetown this past Thursday, Ian and I went to celebrate with a special graduation dinner. He chose Clyde's of Georgetown for our festivities. Now, Clyde's is now an important restaurant management company in the Washington area with probably a dozen or so places including other Clyde's, 1789, The Tombs, Old Ebbitt Grill, and others, but it originated back in the Kennedy Administration so all the young idealists who'd come to the District to be a part of Camelot would have a place to eat and drink. It occurred to me that I'd never gone to Clyde's before, and I really don't know why. It's one of those local "institutions," and it was renowned even back when I was at GU decades ago, but I guess I must have thought it was too expensive or something back then (though considering their "burger" origins, I'm just not sure about that). Today, though, Clyde's is a popular place with a full restaurant menu and a packed dining room. We had reservations, but I noticed that those who tried to be walk-ups were being told there was an hour and a half wait for a table.

hummusEven though we were nearly fifteen minutes late for our reservation, since Ian was futzing with his tie and ultimately chose not to wear it, they led us right to a booth in the side dining room. While we looked over the menu, we shared an order of lemony hummus redolent with olive oil. It came with wedges of pita bread and a lot of crudité-type vegetables.

It took a while to get through the menu. It wasn't particularly large, but it had a lot of different and unusual items on it. For our first courses, we decided on salads. Ian got a Caesar salad with the dressing on the side, and it was a good sized bowl with crisp and fresh looking romaine, plus big croutons and large shreds of parmesano reggiano.

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I picked the baby beet salad. They took both red and yellow beets and put them on a big bed of mesclun, tossed in an orange dressing that nicely complemented the beets. A handful of feta cheese crumbles garnished the center.

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For our main courses, Ian requested the tagliatelle carbonara without the bacon. This dish is a reimagination of the classic spaghetti carbonara, with slightly differently shaped pasta using the wide tagliatelle strips (think fettucine, but much wider), and instead of tossing beaten egg in with the hot pasta, they put a fried egg on top.

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I tried something very new for me: skate wing. What's a skate, you say? It's a sea creature closely related to sting rays and manta rays. It was prepared à la meunière (lightly floured and fried in butter) and served with butter and capers. It had rather a strong taste that I'm not sure if I liked or not. Mashed new red potatoes with the skins on and a wisp of sautéed broccoli rabe accompanied the skate.

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For dessert, Ian had a Clyde's brownie with ice cream and whipped cream garnished with a mint leaf.

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I had the chocolate croissant bread pudding, which was different. The plate first had chocolate put on it, then a thin layer of custard-soaked pieces of croissant was placed on top before the whole thing was baked.

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

India Curry House, Arlington, Va.

Last night we said goodbye to Bruce before he headed back to Canada today with dinner in Clarendon. Jon and Robert joined Matt and me as we all went to dinner.

Bruce is not much of one for variety and exploration. Even though there are at least two dozen restaurants within a two block radius of my office, Bruce wanted to go to the very same restaurant where we went last week. Then, once we got there, even despite my encouragements to do something different, he ordered exactly the same food as he did last week. To refresh your recollection about last week, check this link.

So, off we went to India Curry House for dinner. We needn't recap Bruce's meal, nor Matt's, who also ordered the same thing (channa masala for Bruce, lamb korma for Matt, and each ordered vegetable pakoras as appetizers). Robert had the beef biryani and ordered it extra spicy. He said it wasn't that hot; I'm not sure if it turned out to be really, really hot, or if he just didn't like it, because he only ate half of the dish.

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Jon ordered the butter chicken. He didn't comment about it, but he ate all of it, so I gather it was decent. His appetizer was a couple of vegetable and potato samosas, which he did say were good. All of them shared the three Indian style sauces—tamarind, cilantro, and onion chutney—plus a huge platter of basmati rice and garlic naan.

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I decided to get the meat thali platter, an assortment of meats and curries. I was particularly impressed with the tandoori chicken—Indian barbecue—that was flavorful and juicy, having a very nice smoky taste to it. The other dishes weren't specifically identified, but I'm going to guess one was beef saag (with spinach) and the other was lamb rogan josh. There was a decent lentil dish, a bowl of raita cucumber and yogurt sauce, and some great, hot, freshly tandoor-baked naan. The yellow dish in the photo was their version of kheer—rice pudding—with a fruity flavor I wasn't quite able to identify.

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So, after a fun week in the District of Columbia, Bruce has returned to the chilly climes of Toronto.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Uno's Chicago Grill, Georgetown, D.C.

Last night after dining at Bistro Francais, where they very annoyingly were out of everything I wanted (no artichokes; no Dover sole; no roasted chicken), and I ended up with a boring chef salad whilst Ian had his usual omelette aux fines herbs et fromage suisse, Ian wanted dessert.

So, we walked down to Uno's Chicago Grill. There, Ian selected the mega-sized Uno Deep Dish Sundae—the one with the huge chocolate chip cookie baked in a pizza pan and topped with vanilla ice cream, hot fudge sauce, and whipped cream. I tasted some of Ian's dessert, but otherwise, he made short work of it. Please note in the photos below the scale of the pizza pan compared to the full-sized dinner plate and the flatware.

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Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Tombs, Georgetown, D.C.

Ian gave his last final examination of the school year yesterday, so, to celebrate, we went to the classic Georgetown student eatery, The Tombs.

Ian had a Caesar salad without dressing, followed by chicken fingers and French fries. The chicken came with a very unexpected (but good) Chinese mustard dipping sauce.

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I had the fish and chips. I love the chips/fries at The Tombs. They are lightly battered and seasoned before they are fried. The fish was different.....crunchy on the outside, just barely cooked on the inside, but what I've still not yet quite figured out is that I thought that rather than tasting like cod (the traditional fish for fish and chips), it tasted an awfully lot like farm-raised catfish!

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Dessert was fun. We had a springtime strawberry theme. Ian had the strawberry shortcake, which turned out to be pleasantly authentic. They prepared a large, flat, buttery biscuit about four inches in diameter and split it latitudinally. On the bottom half, they placed a nice serving of fresh strawberries, then topped them with whipped cream, crowning the fruit and cream with the top half of the biscuit.

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I had the strawberry-rhubarb pie with vanilla ice cream. It would have been pretty good had they not warmed the pie by popping it into the microwave—microwaves always ruin pastry. Otherwise, though, it tasted fine.

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We'd gotten in a little late, so before we finished our meal, the clock struck ten, which is when The Tombs makes its conversion from a normal restaurant to a college bar. A manager goes around to all the tables to check IDs and they start blaring loud music over the sound system. Nonetheless, it was a fun evening.

India Curry House, Arlington, Va.

My friend Bruce is in town this week to personally investigate the American history he studies and teaches up in Canada. Thursday evening, Bruce came to Matt's and my office, and we went out for dinner in Clarendon. After walking up and down the streets perusing menus at various restaurants, Bruce decided that we should go to India Curry House. We've been here multiple times in the past, but always for lunch and their very reasonable and good lunch buffet, so this was my first time to order from the menu.

We started with vegetable pakora as an appetizer. Pakora are pieces of vegetables that are dipped in a batter made from a type of dried chickpea (garbanzos) flour, then deep-fried. Meanwhile, Bruce sipped on some fresh mango juice and Matt and I tried two of their Indian beers.

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For our main course, we agreed to share entrees. We got a nice lamb korma (almonds and cream sauce), some spicy chicken saag (with spinach), and a chickpea and potato dish called channa masala (tomato sauce). Basmati rice came with the meal. We also ordered and shared some garlic naan and whole wheat roti breads. These are all pretty standard Indian entrees, but I thought they did them well.

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chickensaag
channamasala


After dinner, we were sitting around chatting a bit, and the manager brought us a complimentary dish of kulfi, the traditional Indian "ice cream." This one was flavored with mango and chopped pistachio nuts.

Oh, here's Bruce's Kody Pose for the evening.

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Rí Rá Irish Pub and Restaurant, Arlington, Va.

Ah, such a busy week—with the next two promising to be even busier—with lots and lots of meetings and events. One pleasant event was a business lunch I had to have with one of the undergraduate student leaders from the main campus, who came down to Clarendon to discuss some joint ventures. We ventured out towards a strip of Wilson Boulevard with three fairly new eateries and chose the Irish place, Rí Rá Irish Pub and Restaurant, which has been open about a month now.

I guess Rí Rá, like many of the places in Clarendon, makes its money at night with the crowds of young professionals who live in the endless apartment towers in the neighborhood, because we went in at the height of the lunch rush about 12:30 and there were only three or four other occupied tables in the large dining room. I've yet to see any advertising about the place, though, and only knew of its existence and opening because of walking past it on the way to other places.

That large dining room is dominated by an enormous bar stretching across the length of the room. Naturally, the decor in the place is dark, wood paneled, and "Irish pub" looking.

We opted to share an appetizer recommended by our waitress, some little Irish potato cakes made from mashed potatoes, cheddar cheese, and scallions formed into bite sized nuggets and then deep fried. They came with a little ramekin of sour cream. They were different and had a good flavor, though the softness of the mashed potatoes made them fork food rather than finger food.

Once we ordered, my guest got a corned beef reuben sandwich with sauerkraut, Swiss cheese, and rye bread, accompanied by fries. I had the fish and chips, which were classic Irish pub fare: deep fried and oily. The chips, though, were "French fries" instead of the thicker-cut "chips." I was pleased, however, that they brought the traditional bottle of malt vinegar with the fish instead of tartar sauce.

While I wasn't particularly over impressed with the meal to that point, they redeemed themselves with the desserts. I was brought a tall, skinny glass filled with a rich milk chocolate mousse spiked with Bailey's Irish cream and garnished with a squirt of whipped cream. My guest had an even more impressive dessert: the Ultimate Guinness Sundae. The sundae started with a big, warm square of "blondie" brownie topped with a huge ball of—get this—Guinness beer-flavored ice cream, then it was sprinkled with spiced walnuts, drizzled with both chocolate and caramel sauces, and topped with clouds of whipped cream. He liked it a lot and reported that the ice cream really tasted like Guinness. Now, my question is, how would a twenty-year-old know what Guinness tastes like?

Rí Rá is a small mid-Atlantic chain with about eight restaurants. It will be interesting to see how they develop in their new Arlington location.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Diner, Washington, D.C.

Saturday night after the Kentucky Derby, Ian decided that since he was already in Philadelphia (he watched the derby at the horse track there), he should come on back to Washington. He wanted Mexican food so we could celebrate Cinco de Mayo. The challenge? Even on a Saturday night, where was there a Mexican restaurant that still had an open kitchen? I'd done some internet research and found a short, limited list, most all of which closed at midnight. We tried for the nearest place, an Alero on U Street. We got there in plenty of time, but we drove and drove and drove our Zipcar all around the U Street neighborhood looking for a place to park, and there just weren't any (have I mentioned this is one of the reasons I don't worry about not owning a car in D.C.?). As our circles began to broaden, I noticed we were approaching the Adams-Morgan neighborhood, so I decided to drive through there, since they have a lot of restaurants in Adams-Morgan.

Well, it was even more crowded in Adams-Morgan.

We drove around a bit there, braving huge crowds of pedestrians, and noticing that not only were there no on-street parking places, almost all of the better restaurants had valet parking for $20 a pop! Fortunately, I remembered a private parking garage just two blocks from the main strip, and I remembered the secret password to get the gates to go up, so we had a free place to park!

Well, we walked up and down the main drag a bit, trying a few places, but kitchens were closed and the hispanic restaurants were packed, but that wasn't to eat dinner, it was to watch some professional boxing performance. Then, we walked by The Diner. Now, The Diner is open twenty-four hours a day, so, we knew their kitchen would be open!

We got immediate seating in the area back by their bar. It was, as usual, rather dark and a little bit noisy, but not so much that we couldn't chat. We persued the menu for "Mexican"-themed entrees so we could continue with our original concept of celebrating Cinco de Mayo, though at that time is was already Seis de Mayo.

So, Ian ordered side orders of chicken fingers and of fries. LOL...are you surprised? He said they were good and put them on the order of the chicken fingers he'd had at Hard Times Cafe in Clarendon (which means good, but still not as good as the ones at IHOP).


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I did a little better in my menu planning, selecting a Spanish omelette with pepper Jack cheese, salsa, sour cream, and jalapeño peppers, plus I had them add some ham; the omelette came with home fries and grilled toast.

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For dessert, Ian had the Oreo cookie milk shake, and I just watched.

The Tombs, Georgetown, D.C.

This morning I read a comment about playing the organ at Dahlgren Chapel on campus at Georgetown last Friday night in Matt's blog, and it reminded me that I hadn't written about our dinner at The Tombs, one of those quintessential campus bars and eateries.

The Tombs has been just a block from the main gate of GU for over forty years. What makes it interesting is that it's now owned by the Clyde's Restaurant Group, a management company that owns some of Washington's most exclusive, popular, and expensive restaurants like Clyde's, 1789, and Old Ebbitt Grill. Yet, The Tombs remains affordable and is packed (literally!) every night with GU students.

One descends a narrow staircase into the basement of an old building where The Tombs is located. Inside, the place is heavily decorated with a clubby, collegiate feel and dozens and dozens of rowing oars from college crew teams all over the country, and a large, fan-shaped display over the fireplace of oars from major championships won by GU women's crew teams.

We started with an order of some very nice, creamy crab-artichoke dip to share, served with a basket of crusty bread. Then Matt decided we had to follow English collegiate tradition wherein we had to eat four courses at dinner, because "only three courses is middle class," so I ended up with a side salad and he got a cup of chili before we had our "main course" sandwiches. He had the buffalo chicken sandwich with lots of Tabasco. I had a very good barbecued pulled pork sandwich that would be worth putting on the regular food rotation. Both sandwiches were served with fries, and mine had a little bowl of cole slaw as well. Matt had the peanut butter pie for dessert and I had a little ice cream sundae.

Monday, May 07, 2007

State Dinner Menu

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The state dining room, from a previous dinner


At long last, I've procured the menu for the state dinner in honor of Queen Elizabeth II and The Prince Phillip Duke of Edinburgh later this evening.

Here's what the Bushes are serving HM and HRH tonight:

Spring Pea Soup with Fernleaf Lavender
Chive Pizzelle with American Caviar

Newton Chardonnay “Unfiltered” 2004

Dover Sole Almondine
Roasted Artichokes, Pequillo Peppers and Olives

Saddle of Spring Lamb
Chanterelle Sauce
Fricassee of Baby Vegetables

Peter Michael “Les Pavots” 2003

Arugula, Savannah Mustard
and Mint Romaine
Champagne Dressing and Trio of Farmhouse Cheeses

“Rose Blossoms”

Schramsberg Brut Rosé 2004



I was a bit surprised to see they aren't serving a wine with the fish course. I guess they are expecting people to save some of their wine from the soup course--usually at a five course meal like this, four wines are served (wine isn't served with the salad course because the vinegar or citrus juice from the dressing would clash with the wine).

The wines are all American. The chardonnay is from Napa Valley, the "Les Pavots," a cabernet with about a third of it merlot, is from Oregon, and the champagne is from Napa Valley. I'm guessing that last year's rosé fad is going to continue this summer, since that's what they're serving tonight.

I've no idea what "Rose Blossoms" are during dessert. If I see anyone later this week who is there tonight, I'll inquire.

Entertainment for the evening is Itzhak Perlman, violinist, with whom I've worked several times at the OK Mozart International Festival.

The only person on the guest list who's not a current top government official who I know personally is Boone Pickens, the oil executive from West Texas and Oklahoma State University alumnus. I was rather surprised to see how many professional athletes were on the invitations list, including the jockey who won the Kentucky Derby Saturday, golfer Arnold Palmer, and some football player called Peyton Manning.

Taste of Morroco, Arlington, Va.

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Last Wednesday, Scott came by my office to look around, and then he, Matt, and I went down the street to Taste of Morocco for a quick dinner before going gayting with the D.C. Ice Breakers. Neither of them had had Moroccan food before, so it was a fun expedition.

As we waited, one of the waiters brought and ceremoniously poured glasses of sweet, hot, Moroccan tea for each of us. Dinner started with a chicken bastilla, the distinctive dish with spiced chicken encased in crispy layers of phyllo dough, then dusted with powdered sugar and cinnnamon. Here's a before and after picture to show the inside of the bastilla.

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Matt selected the tagine of chicken with preserved lemons and green olives, accompanied by bowls of white and saffron rice. He seemed to enjoy it.

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Scott and I both got couscous, his vegetarian and mine with lamb. In both cases, a bed of couscous was mounded up with stewed vegetables (and lamb, too, in my case). Lots of Americans have heard of couscous, but don't really know what it is. The typical explanation of it being "semolina" doesn't help much either, since few non-cooks realize that semolina is just a type of coarsely-ground wheat flour made from "soft" (as opposed to "hard") wheat. That coarsely-ground grain is carefully steamed so that it swells up and makes a sort of light, fluffy pasta.


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Since we were running short on time, we couldn't stick around for dessert and had to race over to Ballston. After the skate, though, everyone went to Chevy's Fresh Mex for beer, margaritas, and assorted Mexican-themed appetizers.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

D.C. Coast, Washington, D.C.

Yesterday was the last day of Scott's medical convention, so he and two of his colleagues from Oklahoma City asked me to accompany them to D.C. Coast, one of the trendy contemporary American seafood restaurants downtown near McPherson Square. I think they were planning to use up all their left over per diems! LOL

When I arrived, they were cocktailing a bit; I can't remember all the details, but I do recall that one of the ladies was sipping Cirroc vodka on the rocks.

We had some interesting menu choices, and we all tried to do different things so we could look and taste and share a tiny bit (though I noticed that more of the alcohol got shared than the food!). Courtney and I both got soups for our first courses. She chose the roasted Kabocha squash soup with pumpkin seed-crusted goat cheese and crispy pancetta. It was presented with little balls of the goat cheese in the center of the soup plate with pieces of the bacon sprinkled over it. Once the plate was in front of her, the waiter poured the soup into the bowl I had a similar experience with my soup du jour, a cold cucumber and honeydew melon soup. My bowl had bits of finely diced cucumber and melon, and a little bit of blue crab in the center. I thought the soup quite good, with hints of mint, creme fraiche, and a little bit of pepper spice.

Scott had deferred ordering a soup course, because he thought his entree choice would include a bowl. He picked the Trio of Crab, an interesting plate with a large lump crabcakse in the center and four large Jonah crab claws radiating from it; crab chowder was poured around the other two crab items to fill his plate. It looked quite good, and he particularly liked the crabcake, since it was mostly crab with no noticeable filler. He also ordered a side of stir-fried vegetables to go with it.

Courtney picked the grilled yellowfin tuna, coming with whipped parsnips and crispy fried spinach. I'd wanted to order that myself. Her tuna came medium rare. Connie got the grilled free-range chicken with mashed sweet potatoes and applewood-smoked bacon. She also got a side of the vegetable stir-fry.

I selected the mushroom crusted halibut. It was a thick square of fish that was crusted with finely chopped mushrooms, but cooked in a way that the coating was crispy. In the center of the plate was a portobello mushroom cap holding a mound of truffled whipped potatoes. The fish leaned up against the potatoes and the whole dish was dashingly decorated with a big flag of rosemary sticking in the top of the potatoes. A dark, beefy porcini mushroom broth covered the bottom of the plate.

With dinner, Courtney drank a Domaine Ehrhart Vieilles Vignes 2004 riesling from the Alsace region of France. I had a very lovely 2005 Chateau St. Jean fume blanc from Sonoma County, California. They have a very nice wine list with most of the wines available by the glass.

Dessert required more hard choices. Connie got a scoop of butter pecan ice cream in a petite little ceramic dish. Courtney had the trio of seasonal sorbets, including banana-honey, pineapple yogurt, and pear-lychee, that came on a long, rectangular, cobalt blue, glass plate with three recessed spaced along the length to hold each dip separately. Scott and I shared a coconut cake. It was rather a pound cake with cream cheese icing and large shavings of toasted coconut garnishing the top. Also on the plate was a mound of roasted pineapple--it looked almost like a thick puree--and these little, tiny cubes of Gosling's Black Seal Rum gelee. It wasn't really a large dessert, but it was really just the right amount of sweet to end the meal.

With our after dinner coffees, Courtney drank a very interesting Royal Tokaji Birsalmas 1999, a pinkish white dessert wine from Hungary. Scott got a limoncello, but he ended up not liking it, and traded it away to me for my glass of Taylor Fladgate Fine Tawny Port.

It was quite a pleasant evening, and time just flew. We went in a little after seven, and it was about eleven when we left.

D.C. Coast has improved in its quality and menu pairings since the last time I was there. I think it used to have more focus on the "fun" part and their large bar and cocktail selections. Given their rather high price point, I've always held them to higher standards, especially since it's part of a small local group that includes Ten-Penh, Ceiba, and Acadiana, all top-notch places, but they're paying attention to the food now.

Monday, April 30, 2007

Heritage India Dupont, Washington, D.C.

Last night Scott called about 8:45 and wanted to go to dinner. I Metroed to Chinatown and met him, then we Metroed to Dupont Circle, where we landed at Heritage India Dupont for a late dinner. It was a slow night there, with only a few tables occupied; ultimately, we would be the only table there.

Heritage has a lot of interesting things on their menu above and beyond the standard Indian restaurant entree fare. They've a whole page in their menu devoted to "street fare" and things that could best be described as tapas. So, we crafted a shared dinner with some items from both categories.

The "entree" we ordered was sag paneer, a traditional creamed spinach dish with cubes of homemade farmer cheese; theirs has a little spice heat, as well. We both liked the dish. We also chose two seafood small dishes, a calamari and a seared tuna. The calamari was sliced into rings and simply prepared in a tomato sauce, then presented in a large martini glass. I found the squid to be tender and flavorful. The seared tuna came with a lot of greens and some rice cellophane noodles, making a tasty flavor combination.

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For dessert, we got a banana sorbet (with a taste that reminded me more of banana bread than fresh bananas) and their Indian version of bread pudding. We both liked the bread pudding a lot and found the spiced bread, almost a gingerbread, to be a nice touch. There was an interesting silver thing on top of the sauced pudding. We thought perhaps it was a very thin film of culinary silver, kind of like the ultrathin gold leaf that is used something; it had no particular taste or texture, so we couldn't really tell what it was.

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Along with dinner, we split a bottle of Taj beer, which comes in a big enough bottle that we both had a full pilsner glass. Scott used that for his official Kody Pose.

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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.