Monday 28 May 2007

The Engineer


Last night I went to the Engineer in Primrose Hill. It had been sold as one of the best gastropub’s in the city…highly recommended by both RL and ASH, although I later found out RL hadn’t actually eaten there before, he had just heard about it.

In lieu of JBS, RL came along with me. After quickly downing a cappuccino each to hopefully wake us up from the cold damp weather, I ordered an Erdinger Weissbier – a wheat beer from Germany. Good stuff. Good times.

We decided to go against the grain of the British style of eating out (each ordering a starter and main) and instead ordered a hodge podge of starters. We both ordered the soup of the day which was butternut squash and spiced apple. At first I thought I was a big fan of the soup – it was a bit different and very flavourful. I’m guessing the soup was made with granny smith apples or some similar tart apple – because it was overwhelmingly tart. As I continued to eat it I mentioned to RL that it was missing something. My guess is that if the chef that sautéed a bit more “savoury” into the base of the soup (e.g. celery, stock, onions) the edge of the tartness would have been removed and the flavours would have been a bit more balanced. As RL so effectively stated, “I feel like I’m eating heated jam”.

The shared starters were a bit more successful. The first, cured duck breast with melon salad, pickled ginger and soy was a bit rarer than I personally like (it was nearly quacking), but the flavours were nice when all eaten together. The second crispy potato and onion tart with rocket and truffle oil (photo above) was just ok. As a general rule truffle oil makes everything taste better, and it did in this instance as well. However, the tart wasn’t really a tart – more wafer-like actually, very thin. It always bugs me when I’m out eating something that I could very easily have made at home and which no doubt would have tasted better…this was the case here. Basically the “tart” was just a conduit to showcase some nice truffle oil. I would have preferred a nice tart that could stand alone in its own right. Our third starter, curried sweet potato and peanut samosas with cucumber raita was absolutely wonderful. A bit different from any typical samosa I’ve had before. The cucumber raita (a cool Indian yogurt concoction) was really refreshing. Once we’d finished the samosas I used some left over cucumber raita to doctor the potato and onion tart and make it taste much better!

Saturday 26 May 2007

Passport Chicken


For anyone in the US planning to travel internationally in the next 12 months my tip would be to make dang sure your passport doesn’t need to be renewed and if it does, get down to the post office ASAP. The US government promises a returned passport in 6-8 weeks. JBS had an 11 week lag time when she booked her trip to visit me, and instead of heading to the airport at the present moment, she’s no doubt on the phone with the airline begging and pleading to let her reschedule the trip because someone at the passport agency f-ed up. Unfortunately I’ve heard this story a few times from friends and family. My favourite little passport renewal story involves my friend KSL – apparently she received her passport within 1 week of an upcoming international trip. However, low and behold her surname* was spelled incorrectly. When she contacted the passport folks they told her she had filled it out incorrectly on the form. Um, it’s been her name for 30 years – she's pretty sure she didn’t misspell it.

So, whilst quite disappointed that JBS won’t be visiting this weekend – I had so been looking forward to my first US visitor and all our little culinary trips and treats we would have gone on…I still have no doubt that the weekend will be a good one.

In lieu of JBS’s arrival I was craving something yum. Here’s what I call old school comfort food Dana style:

I'd typically call this "Pomegranate Roast Chicken", but in honor of JBS, it's now called "Passport Chicken."

2 Tablespoons Olive Oil or Butter
1 small Onion, diced
2-4 cloves of Garlic, chopped
Whatever green herbs you have lying around (I use Sage, Rosemary and/or Oregano)
Paprika
Onion Powder
Garlic Powder
3-4 Teaspoons Pomegranate Molasses

- Pre-heat oven to 180ish (Celsius) or 350ish (Fahrenheit)
- Heat 1 TBSP olive oil in a sauté pan on medium high. Sautee onions until lightly browned, cool
- Using the olive oil or butter as a base make a paste combining the garlic and herbs de choice - Rub oil/butter mixture all over the chicken’s skin
- For added super duper flavour, separate the skin from the chicken and rub some of the mixture under the skin as well
- Rub some of the sautéed onions all over and inside the chicken, place the rest around the chicken in the pan
- Dust the chicken with the onion, garlic, and paprika
- Drizzle 1-2 teaspoons pomegranate molasses all over chicken
- Put in oven and cook for about 1.5 hours (depending on the size of chicken)!
- Every 30 minutes open oven and drizzle an additional teaspoon of pomegranate molasses over chicken

*Last Name

Tuesday 22 May 2007

Wifebeater?


Apparently Newcastle Brown Ale needs to work on their UK branding (or maybe not if they are trying to stay away from the young yuppy professional type). One of my favourite standbys in the States and generally considered an average to decent brown ale there, it has a different type of reputation in it's native homeland. Affectionately known as "hooligan soup" here in the UK, I was informed by CW that in ordering a "Newky" I was also saying to the world that I was the type to hang out with men who wear wifebeaters and sport mullets, or better yet be sporting that mullet myself (Naty Light, anyone?). I probably should have realised something similar when I ordered it. I expected the typical 12 oz bottle of beer but instead was served a mama jama bottle - my guess it is England's take on the US 40. All that was missing was the brown paper bag. I did feel a bit silly trying to be lady-like and pouring it into a half pint sized glass, so I decided to make the most of the situation and simply proceeded to drink straight from the bottle. Ok, ok...I can't deny I got a few funny looks - but damn was it good - and much colder without the glass.

Monday 21 May 2007

Brown or Red Hot and Sour Soup

Red or Brown Hot and Sour Soup (suān là tāng)? That is the question.

Apparently the Hot and Sour Soup of my youth is in question. For anyone who’s ever frequented a Chinese Restaurant in the States you’re familiar with the pungently tasty brown based soup filled with tofu, pork, bamboo shoots, and mushrooms. Here in the UK I’ve found a similar type of concoction at most of the Chinese restaurants I’ve frequented. The main difference between what I’ve had here in the UK and what I’m used to at home is the amount of vinegar. Here in the UK they vinegar their H&S soup as they do their crisps* – with lots of it. So much so I’ve be tempted to rename it Sour and Hot soup.

However, I’ve recently stumbled upon the recessive younger sibling of the brown H&S soup – the Red H&S soup. I didn’t realise people were vehement in their opinions on the subject, but apparently they are.

As my co-worker AD told me – “Red H&S soup is the original.” AD informed me that in her formative, pre-consulting days she was a hostess in a Cantonese restaurant and there it was always red. “It’s chilli based so of course it’s meant to be red.” Unfortunately unless my palate has had a lobotomy, the last I checked chillies were spicy, in effect putting the “hot” in the H&S soup. However, after having tried the recessive red H&S soup, I was surprised by just how sweet it was. To be fair it was absolutely delicious (in a different reddish sort of way), just not “hot” at all. I finally got AD to agree that when she told me red H&S soup was the “original” what she really meant was that it’s the “original” to England. Seeing that it technically originated in China, her logic didn’t quite make sense, so I just proceeded to giggle in response. The fact is that whether it’s red or brown it’s most likely very different from what we might find in China. I’m sure our westernised palate has butchered its original intent.


I suppose I’ll leave you with some lasting thoughts of my own:

Brown = Hot and Sour soup
Red = Hot and Sweet soup
Both if made well = Tasty

*Crisps = Potato Chips

Sunday 20 May 2007

Welcome to "A Bite of..."

Welcome to “A Bite of…” your one-stop-shop to find out where in the world (London at the moment) Dana is eating/cooking/baking/drinking.

It's Sunday evening and I've just returned back from the patriarch of gastropubs, "The Eagle," on Farringdon Road. Having walked down there from "North Islington" (aka Holloway road) FM and I worked up quite an appetite on our way. It was one those days that the thirst for red meat was coursing through my veins. There were only about a half dozen items on their lunch menu, and only one red meat option (so not the best selection for carnivores out there). I had a simple grilled rump steak sandwich...not exactly the most novel of meals, but boy was it deelish. Not sure what the steak was marinated in (my guess would be a mixture of olive oil, garlic, chilis, garlic, bay, garlic, oregano, and yes...a bit more garlic) but what the steak lacked in quality (let's just say rump steak isn't exactly what you serve the in-laws) it greatly made up in flavour. It was served on ciabbata bread with a bit of romaine and caramelized balsamic onions. The bread was so soaked through with this yummy oil I had to veto my "don't eat all the bread on the sandwich" rule. Perhaps I was feeling a bit piggy but the main thing the steak sandwich was missing was a nice fat vat of hot chips. There was a fine assortment of British beers on tap, unfortunately I had to sway away from them since I'm pretty sure I had a bit of the beer I drank last night still in my system...so what did I do instead...why simply order a glass of wine instead. Certainly wine is more hydrating than beer...??;-)

For my lovely American friends who may end up reading this - here's a little glossary for you:

1. North Islington (aka Holloway Road) - The quasi ghetto neighborhood in which I live (the yuppies are moving in and changing the landscape in record speed - but it's not there yet) which is 10 minute walk from one of the coolest areas of London - Highbury Islington/Angel

2. Chips - French Fries

3. Flavour - Flavor (ok, ok...I know you probably could have figured this one out on your own)