Friday, August 10, 2012
Friday, July 22, 2011
It's hot! Jamaican jerk chicken, catfish, plantains, rice and beans, curry goat and the list goes on and on. Authentic flavors---we don't know---We have never been to Jamaica, but we know good eats and if the food on the island rivals "Ya Mon" then we're ready to pack up and GO.
Check it out for yourself, and let us know what you think. By the way, don't let the gas station in front intimidate or discourage you. We have seen every race, gender and age in line salivating and pacing in this divine dive.
FYI, you provide the pictures because it was too good for us waste time trying to photograph!!!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Ah, I think it’s safe to say we’ve all heard the common refrain “you can’t judge a book by its cover,” right? I firmly believe that’s a solid rule to live by in pretty much every area of life except for food. Seriously, how often do you have a dining experience (formal or informal) where you leave pleasantly surprised relative to what your expectations were beforehand. I’m not saying it never happens but there are generally few surprises when it comes to food… However, that’s exactly what happened recently when the wife and I had dinner with friends at Carrabba’s.
With all dishes made from scratch, they start you out with what any casual dining restaurant worth its salt does well – BREAD. They take soft, fresh, out-of-the-oven Italian bread and elevate it by placing a spoonful of a surprisingly tasty herb mixture on a small white saucer, drowning it with olive oil stopping right before it runs onto to the table. No words are needed from this point as instincts kick in and everyone’s bathing their bread in this stuff - it just feels like the right thing to do.
I give Carrabba’s “A lot of Love!”
HERS . . .
Trust has to be earned, right? If trust is at the crux of any good relationship, then why is it so hard for Marcus and I to trust our friends culinary recommendations? Short answer: We’ve been burned so many times—spent big money on bad food; took long drives for longer lasting disappointments. Who to trust?
This is why when our friends, Cindy & Brian, first professed their love of Carrabba’s I was not drinking the kool-aid (which was immediately downgraded to Tang when I heard Carrabba’s was “a chain.”)
A chain, you want moi to go to “a chain.” That could put my foodie status in jeopardy!
BUT . . . for good times with good friends we were more than willing to gnaw on mediocre eats and smile graciously.
ENTER the Rembert’s and Hofstra’s into Carrabba’s. Cindy and Brian eager to share their favorite place with us, and we were eager for good conversations, not really good food.
Nice ambience, not bad for “a chain.” Wood burning oven, not bad for “a chain.”
Matt, the poor waiter, was about to earn his stripes. Two skeptical, self-professed foodies and two Carrabba veterans who know and can recite the menu by heart were no match for Matt’s patience and poise, um--not bad service for “a chain.”
My evening refrain continues with a twist once Matt appears with a loaf of crusty top Italian bread served with herbs, cheese and olive oil---um, really good for a chain. So good in fact that Matt had to keep the bread coming and coming and somehow a bowl of buttery alfredo sauce appeared for the purpose of dipping the bread into. Do foodies do alfredo sauce with bread? They should!
(Above: Is Brian praying to the Carrabba God? Multiply this bread PLEASE!)
Brian remembered a seafood dish with lightly breaded scallops and shrimp with lemon butter. Butter you say---bring it on, Matt! Well cooked seafood--done extremely well for a chain. Am I being converted here?
A good Mediterranean salad came with the meal, but a spoon full of Brian’s soup proved to be the best choice with its essence of Italian sausage.
Out came my Chicken Trio, I couldn’t make up my mind—okay, and the smell emanating from the plate did not scream chain. It screamed straight from the wood oven with love.
The trio of Chicken Bryan, Chicken Marsala, and Pollo Rosa Maria looked the part, too. The Chicken Bryan was juicy and complemented by its topping of goat cheese and sundried tomatoes not to mention the lemony butter sauce it sat in. The Chicken Marsala had the best taste of the wood burning oven which married well with the woody taste of the mushrooms. My favorite was the Pollo Rosa Maria. Pork, chicken and butter together on one plate. The chicken was stuffed with fontina cheese and prosciutto topped with mushrooms sitting in that same lemony butter sauce.
( Above: Chicken Marsala, the Hofstra’s Money Meal!)
A chain, you want moi to go to a chain? Okay, as long as Cindy and Brian come along—good food and good conversation--- Trust earned!
Carrabba’s has earned . . . A Lot of Love!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I’ve waited for this my whole life for this; okay, maybe just a year, but it seems like a lifetime for this week to finally arrive. The culinary elite (over 160 restaurants) have crafted their menus, set their prices, and I feel like a kid awaiting Christmas. Too many choices, too little time, so many calories!!!!!! Oh yeah!
Confused? What is this restaurant week of which I speak? Here is the 411: For one week in Chicago (other major cities have restaurant weeks at different times,) restaurants agree to offer a three course prix fix lunch and/or dinner menu ($22 lunch; $32 dinner.) The restaurant offerings are diverse and the “limited” menus, in most instances, give diners an opportunity to select from a few menu samplings. This is a great way to “try-out” a new restaurant. Last year, we fell head over heels for the dry-aged steaks at David Burke’s and that cheddar cheese apple pie with salted caramel ice cream—um, um, good. This is not a slacker show either. Some of the best restaurants in Chicago are participating: Blackbird, The Capital Grille, Carnivale, Frontera Grille/Topolobampo (the Top Chef Master, Rick Bayless’ award winning restaurants), Lawry’s, Mercadito’s, and many more!!!! If you plan on going, make your reservations NOW!
With so many GREAT restaurants, I’ve done a lot of research; okay, maybe I’ve stalked a few chefs’ blogs, websites and yelp reviews, but all in the name of my love for their food. It has been a hard process to whittle down my list. Marcus and I have had to show restraint and allow for each others selections. Luckily, we were in agreement on where to go, or it could have been a show down or foodie war –ugly, yes, very ugly!
You heard right—our choiceS. We’d be fools to let a week of culinary nirvana pass with a meager visit to one restaurant. We are going for the gusto: four visits to four different restaurants! We’ve been prepping for this all year watching our diets and working out hard with this carrot (or better yet a chocolate peanut butter terrine from One Sixty Blue) dangling over our heads.
Do you have any suggestions on where we should go? Here is the link to the Restaurant week site www.choosechicago.com/eatitup Give us your opinion.
We can’t wait to share our experiences with you.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Happy New Year! The holidays are always bittersweet for me. I love (for the most part) time with family and the additional days off work, but I can’t stand the commercialism associated with the season. I’m to the point where I want to start as many non-traditional traditions as I can to make sure my family and I don’t get caught up in the madness of the season. This year I talked the wife into a non-traditional Christmas dinner - for us anyway – and the stipulations were no turkey, ham, potato salad . . . I also talked the wife into letting me make a Beef Wellington (shout out to the lovely Judy Fiala for inspiring me to make it.) Even if you’re a messy cook like me, you can’t help but feel rich when making a Beef Wellington. I thought it was solid even though the pastry could have been rolled tighter around the tenderloin and the beef was slightly overcooked but the latter was more to appease friends and family whom we’ve yet to convince that beef is better enjoyed when it’s cooked medium but I digress. My self-critique notwithstanding I will be making Beef Wellington again in the not too distant future and pictures are provided for your viewing pleasure – I felt like a proud papa! Okay, enough about the Holidays, on to my next dining conquest (see below)……
I was born and raised on the south side of Chicago and with the exception of a two-year stay in Boston (and some exceptional seafood), I’ve lived in Illinois all of my life and until a few years ago I always considered myself to be one of those “I’ll live in the Chicago-land area my entire life” kind of people. However, some sort of psychological switch has gone off recently that’s given me an extremely low tolerance for snow storms, wind-chill, institutionalized government corruption and high taxes – guess I’m just kind of anal that way. So, the next logical question is, “why do you continue to live here?” Well, besides family, one of the primary reasons is food. There are few cities in this country that are as densely populated with such a diverse offering of restaurants as Chicago. Seriously, I incorporate food into all of my travels and outside of San Francisco and New York I’ve yet to encounter a city whose culinary offerings measure up to Chi-town’s which brings me to a recent dining experience.
Hers . . .
So, even in the midst of a week of gloriously cold Chicago weather, we treated ourselves. Every pun intended—we went to Treat, an Indian-American fusion restaurant in Chicago.
Holiday madness abounds, but date night is like the Holy Grail in the Rembert household. It is precious and cannot be moved. Its power is miraculous and centers us.
Marcus and I fancy ourselves culinary explorers ready to probe all the rich cultures of food available to us; that being said we are Indian food newbie’s. I’ve only tried samosas (deep fried stuffed pastries filled with a mix of vegetables and meat.) I formed neither a reverence nor aversion for them. With limited exposure to the cuisine, our trip to Treat would truly be a culinary adventure.
Treats operative word –minimalism. Clean, neat and small describe the restaurant in a nutshell. The maximum capacity of the restaurant was 38 . . . wow! I appreciated that even in those close quarters the tables were not too close for comfort.
The nerds that we are, we’d previewed the menu online (several times,) and without a huddle Marcus called the plays like an expert quarterback. He rattled off deep fried calamari and scallops with speed, precision and authority. I love a man who takes charge—especially when he’s my man talking food!Nothing Indian about calamari and scallops, right? Really, it was the accoutrements that provided the essence of India. The calamari was accompanied by a harissa aioli and carrot parsley salad. Delightful, perfectly cooked calamari (hard to find) with a batter that provided a buttery, addictive crust. The salt level was a bit aggressive, but the harissa aioli forgave all. I want to bathe in the aioli with its hint of heat that slowly crept up on me.
Allow me to digress a bit here--my experience at Treat really underscored for me how difficult fusion cooking can be. Fusion cooking, the melding of two different types of cuisines, requires a deft hand since food should evoke memories/sensations/experiences seamlessly. What a challenging task---to meld without being mundane. If the calamari and harissa melded, the scallops and company mundaned.
The scallops were served with a yogurt crème curry sauce, potatoes and leeks. The dish made an arrival befitting the cover of (the now defunct) Gourmet magazine. The scallops seared to perfection on the outside and delicate and translucent on the inside. Confused? What about the mundane thing—scallops mundane? Yes, perfectly cooked but mundane. Where was that harissa aioli? I needed something to elevate the dish (besides more salt,) and none of the accompaniments provided fused the flavors together. Disappointing because the dish sounded like harmony on a plate but nothing really sang in my mouth.
It is really a test of our marriage every time Marcus and I dine out because we typically share each course, so we are forced to over-communicate and be ultra considerate of one another (Who gets the last bite? Who gets to do the ordering?) It’s all about negotiation, but we would not have it any other way—C’est la vie!
For our main course, we shared curried gnocchi with garam marsala cream, spinach, gingered raisins, roasted fennel and mint. Definitely not worthy of a magazine cover shot, the dish looked less than appetizing, but looks can be deceiving. The gnocchi was too stiff for my liking and the sauce off in a way I can’t quite put my finger on. Some may like this fusion dish . . . it reminded me of samosas (neither reverence nor aversion.)
Onto dessert, when I saw passion fruit crème brulee, how could I resist two of my favorites: the sweetness of the passion fruit and the smoothness of creamy custard? Marcus and I broke from tradition and ordered separate desserts. The dessert menu screamed delish and we wanted it all! Marcus ordered---I’ll let him tell you what he ordered. . . . My dessert looked divine with its caramel colored layer of torched sugar. I gave it a perfunctory poke. Alas, I broke the glittery golden exterior of sugary goodness ready to lap up a silky custard with a hefty helping of the candy-like shell --- only to break into a runny pudding wasteland (with a decent flavor) WHY?!!!
Far from the picture perfect ending I hoped for but even at the end of the meal I knew I would dream of the calamari and the harrriiisssaaa aioli!!!!!
Even in my dreams, Treat lived up to its name. I give Treat A Lot of Love.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Hers . . .
I never would have pegged myself as one of those weirdoes who doesn’t seem to realize that fire has been used prolifically and especially in food preparation since around 7000BC but find myself lately longing for raw eel and the satisfaction only a good roll provides . . . Yes, I’m a sushi lover. Admittedly, I am far from an aficionado when it comes to sushi I’ve only dabbled here and there, but one only needs a satiable entree into this fascinating world to become a well-versed fan of the cuisine.
So imagine my excitement to try a newer sushi restaurant, Tokyo Bay in Naperville, not far from our home. Marcus and I entered the restaurant hand in hand and giddy at the thought of sneaking away from the kids to grab some time together and feed our craving. Well . . . I’m still craving some good sushi. See where this is going?
The experience fell short upon arrival when we almost sat ourselves because for the first few minutes the hostess was missing in action. When she arrived, there was no mistaking she had arrived—is all that glitters a geisha?? Not a good start, one of Marcus’ edicts of service had already been broken: Never leave the costumer waiting. I, on the other hand, was nervous, based on the attire of the hostess, about what the restaurant was offering—if you catch my drift!
As we sat looking at the immense menu offerings, we couldn’t help being dizzied–not by the countless menu offerings but by the schizophrenic décor. We debated . . . were we in an Italian villa or on the Tokyo bay? I still don’t know! Golden colored walls with painted faux bricks on some and warm wood surrounding the bar seemed out of place and in stark contrast to the misplaced dark shoji screens and traditional Japanese lanterns hanging high on the rafters.
The only redemption could be good food. The only problem—good food did not make it on our plate. We ordered the original Spider roll and the Naperville roll. The Spider Roll consisting of soft shell crab, avocado, cucumber, and spicy mayo arrived in inconsistent sized slices or mounds of rice and absent any real flavor. The Naperville Roll contained yellowtail tuna, eel, and asparagus but was amateurish (it fell apart before making it to my mouth) and forgettable—I forgot it had any fish. The only real thing I am sure to remember about the experience is the BIG bill!
NO LOVE here for me.
His . . .
Every industry goes through trends and the food/restaurant industry is no exception. Last year I mistakenly placed sushi in this category for a variety of reasons; chief among them were the rate at which sushi restaurants have popped up everywhere—not to mention you can grab some at most grocery stores, even Wal-Mart, so surely I can be forgiven for passing judgment.
However, there comes a point when every man’s eyes are opened to the truth, and that happened when I had my first piece of real sushi (by the way, California rolls don’t count!) Further research into this art-form led me to discover that sushi has been around since the 3rd or 4th century B.C., so I think that officially throws the “it’s just a trend” thing out the window. It’s probably pretty easy to see where this is going as I have come to love the very thing I used to turn my nose up to which, ironically, is what my wife said to me right before we got married.
Speaking of the Mrs., we were driving around one recent Saturday and I talked her into a late lunch/early dinner at Tokyo Bay, a new sushi joint in Naperville we’ve heard good things about. So we walk in, empty stomachs and all, and were seated fairly quickly. We scanned the menu which was about as long as my kids’ school supply and Christmas lists combined, but I didn’t let that intimidate me. Our waitress was very helpful and answered our questions thoroughly. We ordered two specialty rolls: the Original Spider (soft shell crab, crabmeat, avocado, cucumber, spicy mayo, topped with fish roe) and the Naperville (yellowtail tuna, eel, avocado, & asparagus.) Not sure what was so Naperville about it, but, hey, I’m down for whatever— especially if it’s good. Now I’m really excited, especially for the Spider, as we were fortunate enough to try it at another restaurant a week prior and loved it!
While waiting for our food, we did our usual and scanned the room to get a feel for the décor and atmosphere. With high exposed ceilings, shoji screens, dim lighting, Mediterranean colors, and bottles of wine one the wall, the interior felt as much Italian as it did Japanese, but I didn’t let that distract me because daddy’s sushi is on the way! So we start with Tokyo Bay’s version The Original Spider and although it looked the part and had good texture, I found it to be pretty flat as none of the flavors jumped out at me. Oh well, on to the Naperville which made the Spider look and taste like a superstar. If it’s true you eat with your eyes first (and it is) then I should’ve worn my glasses. The presentation was lacking as the roll was unevenly cut. The pieces appeared to be placed randomly on the plate, and there were chunks of asparagus arbitrarily sticking out of two of the pieces and most of them started to fall apart before making it to my mouth indicating they weren’t rolled properly or the rice wasn’t sticky enough.
It certainly wasn’t my worst dining experience and our service was good which always rates high in my book but overall, Tokyo Bay only gets:
NEXT DATE: Treat, a restaurant on the North Side of Chicago, serving contemporary American cuisine with Indian influences. And we promise to have pictures of our plates.