Archive | February 2013

Travel update

It’s been a while, I know.  i’ve been busy eating, shooting, drinking (really should’ve had a budget for that), walking (my feet could use some physio), and according to a rumour, having sex in the bathroom of a hostel with a cute girl (wish that was true). 

Restaurant reviews will come soon.  Once I get to London, things will slow down a bit for me, and I should have more time.  But hey, at least I have a lifetime (unless the internet dies first from some sort of apocolypse like Revolution or H+ or of course a zombie apocolypse) to write my blog :).  Joe, I don’t know how you do it, especially when you travel. 

Boarding now…I’ll update again


New York Cuisine

When the judges on Top Chef say that they see a chef’s soul on the plate, I never really understood what they meant by that.  That was the case until my return to Eleven Madison Park.  In my previous visit, they had only one Michelin star (I didn’t understand why.  They were clearly at the three Michelin level at the time) and it had been less than six months since they had changed to the grid menu.  Since then, they announced that they would do away with the (controversial) grid menu and serve a multi course tasting menu.  Like always, people were split on the idea.  This time, Eleven Madison Park wanted to showcase New York, and in my opinion, they did just that.  Be warned.  If you intend to go to Eleven Madison Park before at least the summer of 2013, do not read it.  It will spoil the surprise.  Just know that it is worth the money, and that you will have a great time.  Also,  if you’re with another person, get the duck.


After misreading the time, I realized I had only an hour to get to Eleven Madison Park.  There was also a super snow storm that was supposed to hit the city.  I was determined not to miss this meal.  It was the meal I was looking forward to most, and there wasn’t a power in the ‘verse that could stop me from eating at Eleven Madison Park.


Once I arrived, I was asked to wait at the bar as the service team was still having their pre-service meeting, which they concluded with a loud, unified “oui”.  Once at the table, a captain explained that it was a tasting menu and asked if I had any allergies.  I notified him of my aversion to seafood.  I’m simply not a fan.  It’s like Daniel Boulud and bananas.  I wish I enjoyed seafood, but, it’s still a grey area that I’m trying to explore.   Also, as I was in a bit of a rush, I had left my pen and notebook in my hostel room, and so, I was not able to write down the details of the dishes, and am replying on memory and photographs to recount my lunch.

Savory Black and White Cookie with Apple

Gelee with Shattered Foie Gras

with Goat Cheese and Cranberry

Custard with Apple, Celery, and Chervil

Sabayon with Ginger and pumpkin Seed Oil
Smoked Dumpling Squash, Everything Bagel Crumble
Pickles, and butternut Squash Caviar

Butter and “Beef Butter”

Roasted with Bulgur Wheat, Mangalitsa Ham, and Hazelnuts

Tartare with Rye Bread and Condiments

Baked with Lime Cream and Shallots

Roasted with Cabbage, Apple, and Quinoa

Grilled with Mushrooms, Amaranth, and Dandelion Greens
Braised Oxtail with Foie Gras and Potato

Pretzel, Mustard, and Grapes

Egg Cream with Vanilla and Seltzer

Bourbon Barrel Aged with Milk and Shaved Ice

Sheep’s Milk Cheesecake, Honey, and Lemon

Chocolate Covered with Sea Salt

Sweet Black and White Cookie with Apricot


The meal started with a white box, which, once opened, revealed a black and white cookie made of cheddar with apple.  It reminded me very much of a ritz cracker with the artificial cheese you could get in packs.  I do mean this in a good way.  Food always bring up different memories and emotions for people.  In my case, it happened to be ritz crackers and cheese.


Next, a cook came out of the kitchen and presented this dish.  Pear gelee with pear, foie gras, and mint.  When I took a bit of each component and tried it, it was wonderful.  The gelee also had pockets of acid which, along with the mint, elevated the dish to another level in complete harmony.


A classic pairing that Eleven Madison Park serves is beet and goat cheese.  Before the grid change, Chef Daniel Humm would serve it in two separate .  This time, the beet was served as a frozen “rubble” with the goat cheese underneath.  Dried cranberries added a tart element to the this.


Surprisingly, CELERY ROOT was quite amazing.  It was served as a custard, with a green apple espuma, and celery root dice.  The dice of celery root, which I believe was cooked in butter…was freakin’ delicious.


I was presented with an egg shell filled with Squash Sabayon, with pumpkin Seed oil in the bottom.  I mixed the delicious sabayon with the seed oil which gave it a nice nuttiness.   I was told that it was an introduction to my next course, which left me wondering what it might be.


The same female captain came out with a glass dome containing smoke, and another runner or two  came out with the rest of the components of the dish.  I was also presented with a tin of butternut squash “caviar” (brunoise of squash), rye crisp, everything bagel crumble with quail egg, baby romaine and picked onion, and two kinds of pickles.  Before lifting the dome, she explained the history of smoked salmon bagels, referencing to Murray’s Bagel.  She lifted the glass which revealed two pieces of squash on a little grill rack above blackened wood. I wish there was more of the rye bread. It was really great.  While I may not have had salmon, it was easy to see the connection.


Once my plates had been cleared, Zack, one of the Maitre’Ds of Eleven Madison Park, invited me for a tour of the kitchen, leading me through the Service room, into a place against the wall (a great view of the kitchen in service), where a pastry cook made what was essentially a cherry coke.


Zack and I spoke about my previous visit to EMP, as well as the possibility of the Shackburger being a possible course in the future. Once i finished my cocktail, I was led back to my table, where two butters were waiting for me. Two rolls of bread were dropped on the table. They were like croissants without the flakiness. They were buttery and delicious. The captain explained that the “beef butter” was rendered fat from the ribeye. they serve. I only had about three bites so that I wouldn’t fill up.


SALSIFY was one of the dishes that I could not connect to New York.  perhaps it wasn’t meant to, or perhaps it was just my limited knowledge of New York.  It was a nice dish, but nothing mind-blowingly good.


A cook came by and locked in a grinder onto the table and left. It was obvious that the carrot tartare was next.

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This was, surprisingly, my favorite course.  A cook came out of the kitchen with the carrot, while a food runner carried the board and components and toasted bread to my table.  As the cook ground the carrot at the table, he explained this is the best carrot they could get, and that they sourced it from a local farmer in New York.  Once the carrot was ground and spooned onto my board, I was instructed to mix the tartare with the components to my liking.  I tried the carrot by itself before mixing in the rest of the ingredients on the board, and it was magical.  It was the best carrot I have ever had.  When I mixed in the rest of the ingredients and tried it, it truly was like a tartare.  When I first read about this dish, I was skeptical, but now, I’m a believer, and it left me wanting more.  Later on, when I spoke with Dining Room Manager, Adam Smith, I told him how much I loved the dish, and that if I dine at Eleven Madison Park again during my trip, I will be asking to sacrifice a course in order to have a double portion of the carrot tartare.


While not all dishes during the meal were fully explained to show its connection to New York, there were some dishes that made it obvious.  POTATO was an obvious play on a baked potato.  The skin was baked into a crispy chip, and the potato was served baked with olive oil and lime cream.  At the time, I did not realize that the lime cream was meant to be the “sour cream” in the dish, but, now I realize it.  I had a texture problem with the dish.  The potato skin was baked so I had a slightly difficult time chewing it.  HAD it been fried, it would’ve been easier to eat, but then it would not be a baked potato.


While I was waiting for my next course, a cook came out with a big piece of ribeye.  He explained that it was a 140 day (locally) dry-aged ribeye that the Chef had selected through countless tastings.  Then he took it back to the kitchen to be cooked. (No, I did not get to eat all of that).


Next came the GUINEA FOWL.  At first I thought it was pork because of the beautiful golden brown crispy skin, but, it was not the case (when the captain explained the dish).  It was served with Quinoa and Braised purple cabbage.  It was a really nice dish.  The cabbage went perfectly with the Guinea Fowl.


The Beef, like the Squash before it, was served in two “courses”.  First came a broth of beef, which I found to be overwhelmed by celery, but it was still good.  It was glossy, as if I was drinking a diluted beef demi glace.

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Next came the actual beef dish itself, as well as a layered side of Oxtail, Foie Gras, and Potato.  The side dish was very rich (as expected) and could have been a course on its own.  The beef was great.  When you think of New York food, steak comes to mind, and they basically just served a tasting portion of a great, juicy steak.  Served with it was Maitake mushrooms, cooked beautifully, as well as a small, fatty piece of beef which I was believe was likely to be on the bone.  That little morsel was actually my favorite part.


One, if not one of many great things of not knowing the menu ahead of time during a tasting menu, is the element of surprised.  For example, my cheese course, a picnic basket which was brought out and placed in front of me by my captain, who instructed me to open it and set it up, as if I was having a picnic (by my lonely ol’ self).


I reached in, set my “placemat” and then pulled everything out one by one.  The plate was actually porcelain, made to mimic a paper plate used at any pizza by the slice shops.  the mustard, was actually a very sweet and delicious squash mustard.  The wooden box, once opened, revealed a lightly warmed, creamy cheese.  The captain returned and poured a French apple cider (I will have to pick up a bottle for myself soon) while explaining everything.  He also joked that I should stay inside for the picnic as it was snowing at the time.  This was my second favorite course, but, it had the biggest “wow factor”.  This was a perfect example of the words that hang in the kitchen: Cool, endless reinvention, inspired, forward moving, fresh, collaborative, spontaneous, vibrant, adventurous, light, innovative.


My captain came over with a cart next.  As he began to make the drink, he told me about the “Egg cream”, a drink of New York origin, containing neither cream, nor egg.  It was essentially a vanilla malt flavored “milk soda”.


My first dessert course was one that was familiar to Canadians, specifically, Québécois.  I was presented a dish of ice, and the captain explained the process of how maple syrup would be reduced and poured over ice, which then the children would roll up into a taffy.  I remembered learning about it in French class back in school, but never tried it myself.  She then drizzled some maple syrup over the ice, which then I mixed and ate.  It took me back to my Korean roots, reminding me of a modern dessert called Patbingsu. It was nice, but, it was nothing compared to the lemon dessert I had in my previous visit (page 300, Eleven Madison Park cookbook).

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My final dessert was New York Cheesecake.  It was an airy sheep’s milk cheesecake (like an espuma, if not that) with a little quenelle of Earl Grey ice cream.  I am not a fan of cheesecake, but it was awesome, this is my favorite cheesecake.   It didn’t just taste like a cheesecake, it tasted like the best, yet light, cheesecake you could ever have.  It is also, to quote WWE Superstar, C.M. Punk, the “Best in The World”.

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Two last bites were presented with the bill: Chocolate covered pretzel with sea salt, and another Black and White cookie, this time with milk and chocolate, bringing the meal to a full circle close.   I requested a copy of the menu, as well as a copy of the label of the French Cider.  When the captain returned, he brought out a bag with a jar of granola inside, as well as a copy of the menu, and a note with the label of the cider.

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Before leaving, I spoke with Adam again, and told him that as soon as I got back to my hostel, I would ask if anyone would like to join me for a lunch at Eleven Madison Park.  I wanted to return, and with someone else so that I would be able to get the duck.  It wasn’t a perfect meal, and my mind wasn’t blown every single course, but it was still great, and worth every penny.   Eleven Madison park achieved what they had set out to do: capture and present the soul of New York.

La Bete

When I agreed to meet up with an old aquintance of mine, we didn’t know where to go.  After a little bit of googling and looking at menus, I suggested.  A 20 minute walk later, I ended up in Capitol Hill.



We grabbed seats at the bar, featured a very open kitchen, so close, I could feel the heat coming from the french flattop burner (not fun working in firont of those).


My dining partner, “C” and I started with some Salt and Pepper Pork Rinds, which came with some pickled shallots.  They were delicious, but not the best I’ve ever had.   Personally, I like something with a little more crunch.


Next came the La Bete Deluxe: Painted Hills burger and Kaesespaetzle rabbit sausage.  When we were first looking at the menu, we thought, why is there a burger on the menu?  But when we saw a burger being made, we were sold.  We were also offered the choice of fries or caesar salad as a side.  We opted for the fries.  I always go for fries, not just because they’re friend and delicious, but because I want to see how other places do it.  The fries however, were the only miss of the night.  They were almost identical to the fries at the Coterie Room.  As for the burger itself; it was really good.  I would have that burger again.  “C” mentioned that the bun was from Macrina bakery, and suggested that I go, which led me to the ham and cheese brioche in my previous entry.


The Kaesespaetzle was actually a feature for the night.  It was served with rabbit sausage which had a lamby flavour to it, as well as a sunny side up egg, which tied it all together.


For dessert, we shared a sundae with lemon curd, puffed wild rice, and hazelnut madeline. Overall, it was quite nice. it’s a place I would return to. It was actually my best meal in Seattle this time around.

Seattle part 1: Restaurants

I’ve only been to Seattle three times (excluding this time) since 2010.  Since then, I have developed a bit of routine for when I arrive in Seattle.  I always like to arrive early in the morning so that I can have that day to explore and eat.  This time was no different.  I woke up at 5 am and went to the train statation in Vancouver.  A lot of people choose to take a greyhound to Seattle.  I would recommend Amtrak.  Yes, you have to wake up early, and its a 4 hour and 25 minute ride, but, you get a good view, and you can move about in the train; which is great if you can’t stay still (the reason why I hate flying…in economy at least).  Whenever I go to Seattle, I’ll check in to the Moore Hotel, drop off my things in my room, and then head to Pike Place, specifically, Matt’s in the Market.

Matt's in the Market

Back in 2010, I went to Seattle with my parents to visit family friends.  I decided to do some research on where to eat, and that led me to the pork belly confit banh mi at Matt’s.  But Simon, why would you spend 16 bucks on sandwich you can get for 3 bucks?  It’s just a really good sandwich, that’s why.  Sometimes, it’s just worth it, despite its lack of financial logic.  But sometimes, something goes wrong.  In this case, the sandwich simply did not live up to the standard set by my previous vists to Matt’s

Pork Belly Confit Banh Mi

I arrived early, before the lunch rush, and grabbed a seat at the bar. Rob, the lunch bar manager looked at me and pointed to the chalkboard to his left, which displayed the day’s special and soup. It was porchetta. After struggling to decide (I’m very indecisive), I ordered the banh mi with a chicken tortilla soup. I expected amazement from this sandwich, but what I got was far from it. It wasn’t the sandwich I remembered. It was too greasy (I know pork belly is fatty, but, there was a pool of dripping fat on the plate that I didn’t have the last times). It also needed more carrot and daikon pickles, as well as cilantro. Basically, the sandwich lacked balance of flavours.

Il Corvo

I left Matt’s feeling dissapointed, and went to Il Corvo, hoping they wouldn’t do the same, but hope was a little bitch that decided not to show up that day. Il Corvo used to be located inside a Gelato shop behind Pike Place Market; an area that was hard to find back in the day. However, earlier this year they moved to Pioneer Square on Jameson st. between 2nd and 3rd Ave. It was a small space decorated with old pasta equiptment on the walls and a chalkboard menu. I ordered a Gigli (no, not the J.Lo movie) with bolognese. Once you place your order, you grab your cutlery, water, then find a seat and wait. Once your food is ready, they’ll bring it out, calling your name. It’s a little bit of Marco Polo game to get your food to your table.


Misfortune struck twice as I was left dissapointed yet again (this is how girls must feel when they have bad sex). I found the noodle to be flavourless, and the ragu to be nothing special. I never thought I would say this, but, the bolognese at CinCin is far better than the one at Il Corvo. That said, if you’re visiting Seattle, go to Il Corvo. It’s worth the try.

The next morning, at the recommendation of a friend, I went to Macrina Bakery. I love bread. So when I hear about a bakery that I should go to, I will make it a mission to go. Bakers, like cooks, chefs, and servers, are in the business of making people happy. When you bite into something amazingly delicious, you smile, or you feel happy, right? If not, you need some help, dude. In the “food porn” episode iniof No Reservations, Anthony Bourdain said that “chefs…are in the pleasure business.” It’s true. So while waiting in line, I saw a ham and cheese brioche. I knew right away I had to try it. Sometimes, when I started work at 8 am, I would stop by Thierry and get a ham and cheese croissant. I also picked up a pecan banana coffeecake.


My first bite of the brioche was the greatest moment of that day. Ham, cheese, and brioche. It was simple, brilliant, and just damn tasty. The coffeecake was nice too, but, i found the outside crust to be unenjoyable as I kept eating it.

Happy Hour is huge in Seattle. Everyone does it. The hotel receptionist said that Happy hour started in Belltown in Seattle, and was One place I always go to for happy hour is Serious Pie by Tom Douglas. I don’t go for the drinks, but I do go for the $6 small pizzas. The Serious pie on Virginia street was closed for a private event (hate it when that happens…unless I’m working the event) so I walked to the westlake location. After a good 20-30 minutes of unnecessary walking, I found Serious Pie and grabbed a seat.


I ordered a happy hour sized mushroom pizza. It’s not mind blowingly amazing, and I feel like it needs some acid, maybe, but it was still a good piza, and for the price, it’s great value.


My last stop before heading to the Airport was The Coterie Room, voted number 1 restaurant in Belltown.


I started with a very generous portion of pork rinds and buttlermilk fondue. They didn’t taste like pork at all. You know those Korean fried onion ring chips you can get at Superstore or H-Mart? Tasted like that. It didn’t taste bad, it just didn’t taste like a pork rind. The dill was a very nice touch on the rinds though. The real star however, was the buttlermilk fondue. I want that at a chip and dip party.


I also saw a poutine on the menu. I thought, “why not. Let’s see how they do it.” Let me just start by saying that it’s a frakking giant portion. It’s like a meal for two. I’ve learned through this trip that bad fries piss me off. They weren’t crispy (yes, its drenched in sauce, but even the parts that weren’t soaked weren’t crispy), and they tasted like they had been in the fryer for too long. The part of that poutine was the Beecher’s fried cheese curds. They should just serve those cheese curds with the butter fondue. Either that or Beecher’s Cheese should just get a deep fryer and make even more cash. All in all, It was mostly misses, but, there were some hits too. Til next time, Seattle

And here we go…

How the hell do you start your very first blog entry?  do you say hi and introduce yourself?  Or you just pretend people kno what the hell you’re talking about and just go about writing whatever it is you write about?  I started this blog to keep in touch with people and keep them updated on my trip (Hi Joe!).  What the hell is this guy talking about?  I’m going on a trip.  Start today until…I don’t actually  know until when.  I don’t have a return flight.  I just have some money in the bank for a return flight when I need it.  Where am I going?  Seattle, NYC, Washington DC, Toronto, London, and then we’ll see what happens after.  I’ve got a bunch of other places on my list, I just don’t know what I’m going to go.

I live in Vancouver, so Seattle is relatively close.  I chose to go to Seattle because I could fly to NYC for much lower price.  Canada’s just way too expensive for things; from airfare to phone bills.  I’m saving a lot of money by flying from Seattle.  Also, if anyone has every had the pork belly confit banh mi at Matt’s in the Market, they would understand that a 4 hour train ride to Seattle is worth that sandwich.  For me, that’s a Three Michelin starred sandwich.  I’ll take that over my entire meal at Per Se.  More on that later.

To Me, New York City is the place to go for good eats.  yes, Noma in Copenhagen is the best restaurant in the world, but, New York has a special place in my heart.  It’s where I dreamed of going when I was in school.  I had been there two years ago, eating at some of the best restaurants of the time.  NYC is my gastro tour city.  It’s where I’ll spend my money primarily on eating at Michelin starred restaurants. 

Washington D.C….why you wonder  (or not)?  There are no Michelin stars there, and the biggest chef there is Jose Andres.  I don’t have tickets to his supposedly-hard-to-get-but-not-actually-that-hard Minibar.   I also enjoy taking pictures.  I think it’s what keeps me a little less insane in my life.  Like amazing food and the San Diego Comic Con, it brings a little joy to my life.  I’m just going there to take pictures.  It’s somewhat close to NYC, so, I thought, “Why the frak not?” 

Toronto.  If I didn’t have friends in Toronto, I would never step foot in that city, but I do.  That and I’m flying to London from there.  I don’t really have any restaurants that I want to check out.  Let’s see what Toronto’s got. 

London.  I’m going to leave that as a bit of a mystery for now.  We’ll talk about London when I get there.

In the meantime, enjoy my next blog entries.