Tuesday 31 July 2007

Waiting for THAI-night...




I was looking forward to last night’s dinner at Nahm with a lot of anticipation. Not quite like Christmakah morning, but all things considered, pretty close. Nahm, located in the Halkin Hotel in Belgravia* is the only Michelin Star restaurant in all of Europe that serves Thai food. In anticipation of my evening meal out, I did a little Jessice Fletcher recognisance work earlier in the day. I learned that the chef, David Thompson, is a transplanted Australian who also owns Sailor’s Thai Canteen (STC) in Sydney. This felt like the ultimate stroke of good luck because not only have I been to STC on both occasions I was in Sydney, but I loved the food so much that when I was there this past February ARC and I ate there twice in one week.

STC is quite informal and not very expensive. It’s loud and hubbub-y, with a family-style table running the length of the restaurant. While I wasn’t expecting the same food at Nahm since it's a much more formal and posh place, I was still expecting something ridiculously delicious. Going into anything with uber high-expectations is always a recipe for disaster. No matter how good it is - it hardly ever hits the mark.

FM and I arrived at the Halkin hotel about 20 minutes late for our reservation due to our jibber jabbering over a couple glasses of Pinot Grigio at the Beauchamp Bar in Knightsbridge. I rang the restaurant to let them know and immediately I could tell from the hostess’s response that it didn’t make one lick of difference. Low and behold when we arrived at the restaurant at 8:20 it was nearly empty except for a table of 4 American business men.

Nahm felt very much like the hotel restaurant that it is. The room glowed in subtle yellow tones with unassuming Asian accents. While not really unappealing in any distinct way, I said to FM that the room felt as boring as the décor in a school cafeteria.

The traditional Thai nahm arharn meal chose us…meaning that FM had procured a coupon which allowed us a “free” bottle of wine if we ordered it. The menu consisted of a starter, a soup, and a salad, curry, and stir fry to share. To start we were served an amuse bouche of prawn, peanut and chili paste on mandarin orange and pineapple segments. It really whetted the appetite and hinted at wonderful things to come.

Our starter was kanom muang gai kem, salted chicken and longan wafers with Thai basil and kaffir lime leaves. A longan is a Thai fruit similar to a lychee I discovered. The wafers were rolled cannoli style and stuffed with the chicken and longan concoction. I expected it to be hot, but was pleasantly surprised how good it was at room temperature.

Nahm’s biggest faux pas came shortly thereafter. We were served the soup, warmed salad, curry, stir-fry and rice all at the same time. As someone who enjoys hot food eaten hot – I knew that short of making a fuss – I was going to have to get down to business. Difficult when you have two big talkers like FM and me (e.g. during the course of the meal I got 300 years of Irish/British relations and history from FM). The soup was geng jeut bai dtamleung muu bachor, clear soup of minced pork dumplings with ivy gourd leaves. Most likely Thailand’s non-kosher take on matzo-ball soup, it was light and flavourful. However, the menu said “minced pork dumplings” (plural) and while I had a massive amount of ivy gourd leaves (sort of like kale) I only had 1 dumpling– so did feel a bit short change.

Needless to say the rest of the food was eaten room temperature. Green curry of braised salted beef with wild ginger, apple and pea aubergines was too spicy for my palate and filled with items that didn't look or taste anything like apples, peas, or aubergines (perhaps my lack of knowledge on authentic Thai vegetables being my down-fall here). Stir fried long aubergines with yellow beans and Thai basil weren’t long and didn’t have any yellow beans. Fortunately for me, it still tasted quite good. The best dish of the evening was the salad of crispy pork with squid and chili jam. The pork was sufficiently crispy and even though the dish was cold, it still managed to dance with the tender squid quite beautifully.

Desserts were included in our meal and while beautifully presented they didn't particularly suit my palate. I made a mental note to smuggle some chocolate in my backpack for when I go to Thailand in a few months – for if these desserts were any indication of Thai sweets - I'll probably need an emergency stash.

FM and I shared both the rice custard with longans, banana puree and young coconut with young coconut biscuits and rice dumplings in coconut cream with crunchy sesame seed cakes with peanuts, coconut, and palm sugar. Funny about not being too keen on these desserts because coconut is probably one of my favorite things ever, matched not far behind with a guilty pleasure love of rice custard. However, the first dessert had absolutely no flavor of banana whatsoever – and was reminiscent of what I might have eaten before I had teeth. The rice dumplings lacked dumplings – it was the same consistency as the rice pudding. The sesame seed cakes however, were quite good. They balanced the sweet, salty, nutty spectrum quite well.

This meal – OFFICIALLY wins the award for the most expensive dinner I’ve ever paid for. The set price itself was pretty steep at £55 per person, but our £13.50 ($27) glasses of champagne didn’t help either – or rather they did help - depending on one’s perspective! Plus water, tea etc…it made a big impact. I’m surprised by the Michelin Star – and can only attribute it to possibly ordering the wrong things.

Having not been to Thailand (October 2007, Ya Hoo!) I can’t claim the authenticity of the food either. Were the dishes something I’ll find when I visit? Or was the food some fandangled western-palate inspired Thai Cuisine? Either way, it probably doesn’t matter. I imagine that for the cost of the dinner I could a) come close to buying a beach hut in a remote Thai local (with staff) b) have enough money to travel through that part of the world for 2 weeks and eat and sleep quite well or c) make some serious inroads on a flight to Sydney so I can head back to STC for some kick-ass AND inexpensive pad-thai.


Belgravia* - Neighborhood with a lot of embassies and really posh/rich people

Wednesday 25 July 2007

House and Home




I’ve recently returned from 10 days in the good old USA. Half of my time there was spent nose-down in a training session eating what felt like 6-7 meals a day. I think that the organisers of these corporate trainings must have done extensive research and decided that retention increases when the trainees are presented with an unlimited supply of 4 course meals, jelly bellies, m&ms, and ice cream.

The other half of my time was spent on glorious Lake Winnipausaukee, NH. In this instance, a few of the meals had been planned in advance through emails back and forth across the pond. Some of the highlights (of which you should all be extremely jealous):

1. Imagine a large wrap-around-porch over looking the majestic lake, the wine is chilled and the BBQ heats up – on the menu that evening:

- Raspberry and Passionfruit bellinis
- Filet mignons with sautéed mushrooms and onions,
- Paddy pan squash stuffed with fresh corn, scallions, and feta cheese
- Homemade rhubarb pie

Now, I can’t claim glory on this delicious meal- nor do my simplistic descriptions really do it justice. My creation of the bellinis (I used fresh fruit) and the sautéing of the mushrooms and onions are all I can take credit for - ARC receives the honor for the meal.

2. The piece-de-resistance of my time at home was devoured the night before I flew back to London:
- Massive lobsters stuffed with a lobster and seafood stuffing (photo 1)
- Homemade ice cream sundaes with strawberries from the farm

I ate and ate and ATE that lobster like it was my last meal on earth (or the last time for a long while before I’d see a New England lobster again).

My arrival back into London was with BC in tow for a short weekend visit. BC hadn’t been to London since George Michael was singing “Faith” on the radio and as the car service I ordered whizzed us from Heathrow to Buckler Court I thought about what the weekend might have in store. Particularly since when we drove by Madame Tussauds, BC asked “ooh, that looks like fun, can we go there?” Hats off to BC though, all thoughts of tourists traps were immediately abandoned in favour of London markets and fun excursions around the city. Leaving my luggage of Trader Joe goodies and Tarjay purchases unpacked we immediately started eating our way around London.

Sunday night found me home again. This time at the gastropub House, located in Islington. FM joined BC and me for an early Sunday supper. In typical fashion I insisted in ordering last. After having difficulty deciding I finally bit the bullet and ordered two starters in lieu of a main dish. The two dishes could not have been more Jekyll and Hyde than if you found Gordon Ramsey serving a filet-o-fish meal at McDonalds.

Firstly, my coconut confit duck salad with green mango, papaya & nam jim dressing (photo 2) sparkled with the most amazing flavours and texture. Everything was perfectly balanced. If I’d really been home I would have licked the plate and “5-second ruled” the piece of duck confit that fell on the floor.

Strikingly opposite to this was my second starter - Muscat pear and Ragstone goat's cheese risotto. Not only was it bleak and soulless looking (photo 3) - but it tasted that way too. Amazingly the risotto was thick, creamy, and porridge-like whilst managing to successfully have zero taste. The pears were hard and unripe to boot.

Luckily for me there was a light at the end of the tunnel. By not eating my flavourless glue, I was able to save room for dessert – which was not fussy in the slightest but truly enjoyable. Because Dana wouldn’t be Dana without a small special request here and there…I ordered the warm valrhona chocolate pudding with espresso ice cream with their home-made strawberry gelato instead of the espresso ice cream. Essentially the chocolate pudding was a decently good warm/soft chocolate brownie covered in home-made chocolate sauce and slivered almonds. The combination of the chocolate brownie with the strawberry gelato was nothing short of musical. Sometimes, every so often you come across a simple flavour combination that’s nearly perfect – this was it. The gelato tasted like fresh sweet strawberries spiked with a teensy bit of cream – balanced with the brownie – it was like a mini mardi-gras in my mouth.

Friday 6 July 2007

10 for £1




There are very few bargains to be had in the city of London. Mercer recently ranked London as the second most expensive city in the world to live (up from #5 last year). Consider such facts like not using an Oyster* card to travel on London’s underground; to simply go from one Zone 1 stop to another Zone 1 stop (even if they are right next to each other) it would cost a whopping £4 ($8).

As a result, I’ve had to somewhat curb my life’s motto of “good food is the one thing I will always spend money on.” When a pint of strawberries is often £3.99 (8 bucks) and an “inexpensive” meal out is £15-£20 ($30-$40) it’s no surprise I sometimes have to do a double take on the tiny piece of camembert with black truffles from piedmont (£7.99 -$15) and put it back on the shelf (tear).

Which is why I was somewhat surprised by the cheap-o bananas I bought just outside my flat last Saturday night. A man had set up a makeshift stand outside of his 24 hour off-license*. It was about midnight and amongst other things, he was also selling 10 bananas for £1. Not 8 and not 12. You had to purchase exactly 10. Seeing as I don’t have a family of monkeys living with me (usually), I knew some of the bananas would go bad. Hey, it was a risk I was willing to take – plus they were cheap!

Today (6 days after the banana purchase) I came back to London after my last week in Warrington. I had 7 bananas still sitting on my counter. Not rotten like I had half expected but perfectly ripe for baking. I couldn’t waste them.

Caramelised Banana Bread

I’ve only once caramelised bananas before - and they were for a chocolate tart, so this was a bit of an experiment for me. The main difference I noticed was that the banana bread seemed moister than usual, which to me is always a good thing!

6 ripe bananas
2 tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp butter, broken into little pieces
1 tsp cinnamon
1 and 2/3 cup flour
1 tsp baking soda
½ tsp baking powder
½ tsp cinnamon
½ tsp salt
1 stick - 113 grams butter
2/3 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup brown sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp vanilla
2/3 cup sour cream
Pecans

Grease a loaf pan with butter and flour
Preheat oven to 180 Celsius or 356 Fahrenheit

Make the caramelised bananas:
Slice bananas about ¼ inch thick and place in oven safe dish
Mix with brown sugar, cinnamon and butter and cook in oven for about 20 minutes or until liquid forms around bananas and they are “puffy” looking
Set aside

Make the banana bread:
In a small bowl mix the flour, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon and salt. Set aside.
In a larger bowl beat butter and sugars together
Add eggs and vanilla to butter/sugar mixure
Mix in the sour cream and flour mixture alternating in two parts each.
Fold in caramelised bananas
Pour into prepared loaf pan and sprinkle with pecans on top
Bake in the oven for about 35-45 minutes or until tester in middle comes out clean. Note: I didn’t think it was going to take this long and it may have been due to my oven. Keep an eye on the banana bread. If it starts to brown on top but isn’t quite done yet, simply place a piece of aluminium foil on top of it until it's cooked through


*Oyster Card - An electronic ticketing card for the London underground – supposedly it makes things easier for the people that run the underground. As a result, you get “discounted” fares if you use it. I read recently 80% of travellers have one. Considering the price without, I’m surprised it’s not even higher!

*Off-license – convenience store that sells booze

Monday 2 July 2007

Coconut lemon shortcake with muddled balsamic berries




After Bubba's I treated RL to some delicious shortcake. Not to toot my own horn, but it turned out really well. While really yum, it was also quite heavy. Make sure you have a light meal before hand or better yet, just wait until much later in the day when you can whole heartedly pig out.

Coconut lemon shortcake with lemon whipped cream and muddled balsamic berries

To make the shortcake:

2 cups all purpose flour
1/4 cup sugar
1 tbsp baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
115 grams (1/2 cup) chilled butter, cut into 1/2-inch pieces
1/2 cup coconut milk
1 tbsp lemon rind
1 egg
1/4 cup coconut

Preheat oven to 200°C (390°F).
Line baking sheet with parchment paper
Mix first 4 ingredients in large bowl
Add butter and rub with fingertips until well blended
Add coconut milk, lemon peel and egg together in small bowl
Add wet mixture to dry until smooth dough forms
Put some flour on the parchment paper and flatten dough out
You want the biscuits about 2-3 inches wide so find a glass that has a similar diameter and use that to cut the dough in circles (it should make about 7-10 and they should be about 3/4 inch thick)
Space them out on the baking sheet and bake them for about 15 minutes or until they are lightly browned on the bottom
Cool. (You can reheat if you want when it's time to serve)


To make the lemon whipped cream:

1 cup double cream (heavy or whipping cream)
1 tbsp fresh lemon juice
1/4-1/3 cup sugar
Dash vanilla extract

Beat all ingredients with an electric mixer until whipped cream consistency forms

To make muddled balsamic berries:

1 pint fresh blueberries
1 pint fresh strawberries
1 tsp lemon juice
2 tbsps sugar
1 tbsp balsamic vinegar

Mix all 5 ingredients together.
Remove half of berry mixture to another bowl and muddle with the back of a spoon releasing the juices from the berries...don't release too much anger on them - keep them slightly intact!
Combine berries back into one bowl again and let sit for 20-30 minutes

Assemble!
Cut shortcake in half, cut side up
Add a big dollop of the lemon cream on top
Add a big scoop of berries and juice on top of cream
Top with top-half of shortcake

Yankee Doodle







I don’t feel one lick of guilt about admitting to the fact that the best thing about today’s BBQ adventure was the imported Sam Adams I had with my lunch. Since the 4th of July is on a Wednesday and I’ll be working away in the dark and rainy Work-ington, I “forced” RL to celebrate the 4th with me on Sunday, July 1st. The day entailed BBQ at a place called “Arkansas”, followed by a home-made American summer-time dessert at Chez Dana’s (see next entry).

Arkansas BBQ is a little joint located inside Spitalfields market. Complete with sticky bbq sauce bottles and plastic menus and cutlery, they don’t stand on any pretence.

The owner is an America guy named Bubba, who I am convinced made up the name to ham up (no pun intended) the whole Yankee in London thing. He must have picked the most honky-tonk name he could find to give Arkansas an “authentic” feel, whereas I’ll betcha anything his real name is Norman or something similar.

Bubba’s feet stuck to the linoleum and the floor seemed to sag just a little too much as he strolled our way to make some small talk. Straight away, he started telling us he’d only just found out he was distantly related to George Dubbya! And, low and behold, could we believe that his family had come over on the Mayflower? RL was doing most of the talking (I was doing the eye-rolling) so when I finally started speaking and he realised I was a fellow Yank he sort of did a double-take like he’d just been found with his hand in the cookie jar. He asked where I was from, and I told him Boston. Apparently, not the right answer. Bubba responded with “well why are you so nice then?”

I’m sure he was just joking around, but something about him was just a teensy bit annoying. Still, since he meant no harm, and seeing that Arkansas is closing for good and going kaput on the 4th of July this year – I let the Boston bashing slide.

On to the main event! I ordered the pork rib and RL ordered the beef rib. Both dishes were served with an assortment of quite unsavoury sides (no selection process, you get a bit of everything). There were a couple different coleslaws, a potato salad, and a bean, corn and pea salad. RL inquisitively asked if the bean, corn, and peas were “baked beans”? “Um, not quite” I said. I explained that nothing on that plate resembled any sort of “side dish” I typically enjoy when I go for some good BBQ. Where was the MacNCheese? The Sweet Potatahs? The Baked Beans? A TASTY coleslaw? I mean, for the love… England is a country that prides itself on it’s infatuation with baked beans. They put them on their toast and baked potatoes – Bubba couldn’t even find some Heinz to serve up??

OK, now to be fair I didn’t go to Arkansas for the sides, I went for the BBQ – so I was still willing to forgive the lack of tastiness surrounding my plate in exchange for some good meat. My pork rib (no, not ribs – uno rib) was actually quite tasty. The meat was tender and not too fatty and the sauce was actually quite good, a nice balance of sweet and vinegar. I wish there’d been at least 1 more! RL’s beef rib on the other hand was so-so. The flavour was pretty good, but the meat was a bit dry and fatty. It just didn't do it for me.

I think Bubba was trying to capitalise on the Brits lack of knowledge about what really good American BBQ is. Unfortunately at the end of the day – Arkansas just isn’t that good, isn’t that tasty, and isn’t that enjoyable of a venue. It’s sort of fitting and ironic that it’s closing for good on the 4th of July this year.

I’m sure it won’t be too big of a deal though, Norman probably has plans with this cousin, George Dubbya.

Note: There is totally a great market for some seriously good American BBQ here in London – there’s only one other place I know of…and it’s owned and run by a guy from Belgium. Any takers??