Thanks to a freak icestorm that Dallas had a few weeks ago, Carl and I got creative in the kitchen! I love experimenting in the kitchen, but not all of my experiments turn into fabbie foodie success stories. As any professional chef, or skilled cook will tell you- "practice makes perfect".
One of my favorite Food Network shows is "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives". I love that the host, Guy Fieri, uses his platform to display some of the most creative eateries in America! On one of his shows, Guy stopped at a quaint little restaurant in Philadelphia called "Honey Sit N Eat". I've tried on one occassion to eat there in Philly, but the wait was too long to stomach on an emtpy stomach, so I was thrilled to see what this restaurant had to offer, albeit through the television.
One of the dishes they highlighted was the "Chicken Chili Frito Pie" which looked so delicious. Due to the freak icestorm that left the entire city of Dallas paralyzed, we had plenty of time on our hands to think about our less than stocked pantry. After enough time passed, a very determined Carl figured we could rewind the segment enough times to figure out how to create our own version of this "Chicken Chili Frito Pie". After initial skepticism from this fabbie foodie, I finally gave in and helped Carl figure out how we could concoct a homemade version of the dish. After all, the only place we could feesibly get to was the neighborhood market two blocks away from our apartment, and one does have to eat to stay warm!
Here is the simple adapted recipe Carl and I came up with. If you ever have half an hour to 45 minutes to spare preparing an easy meal, this one is definitely worth it. Our twist on the meal is a healthy (believe it or not) fiesta of flavors guaranteed to satisfy your "frito pie" and/or "chili" craving!
You'll Need:
2 chicken breasts (boneless)
1/2 Red Bell Pepper (diced)
1/2 Green Bell Pepper (diced)
1/2 can white beans (Caneloni , Great Northern, or Navy beans work well)
1/2 can Kidney Beans
1/2 white or yellow onion chopped
1/2 can corn kernels
6 oz can tomato paste
8 oz can crushed tomatoes
1 can pickled jalapenos
1 package shredded cheddar cheese
1/2 of a poblano pepper (finely sliced in 1/8 or an inch strips, and then chopped)
1 can sweet peppers
1 tablespoon cumin
1 tablespoon red chili powder
1 teaspoon brown sugar
1 bag fritos (corn chips)
1 box chicken stock
2 tablespoons ketchup
Directions:
In a large pot boil your chicken breasts for up to 20 minutes, or until chicken is cooked all the way through. Once chicken is ready, use two forks to shred both chicken breasts.
In a skillet heated to medium heat, add shredded chicken, 3 teaspoons tomato paste, 1/2 cup crushed tomatoes, 1/2 cup chicken stock, and sliced and shredded poblano pepper (can be substituted for guajillo pepper if readily available). Mix together until the poblano peppers begin to appear to "disintegrate".
In a seperate skillet on medium-high heat add the diced red peppers, green peppers, chopped onion. Allow to cook down for about 3 minutes before adding all the beans and corn. Add about a quarter of a cup of the sweet peppers (chopped), and a quarter of a cup of the pickled jalapenos chopped (if you prefer your dish spicier, adjust accordingly). Dump in the cumin, red chili powder and brown sugar. Allow for flavors to meld together for 5 to 7 minutes. Add contents of the skillet containg the shredded chicken (which should be a red color). Allow for chicken to cook with the beans and vegetables for approximately 5 minutes.
In a seperate baking sheet place several handfuls of fritos (enough to line the bottom of your baking sheet. If you're dieting, you may prefer to add less Fritos, or eliminate the Fritos altogether). Pour your chili from the skillet on top of the Fritos. Liberally sprinkle cheese on top of the chicken chili frito pie and place into the oven at 350 degrees for 3 minutes (or long enough for the cheese to fully melt on top). Remove from the oven and ENJOY! Here are some pictures of our homemade version of Chicken Chili Frito Pie.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
My Quest to try every cheesesteak in Philly
I have a love hate relationship with the city of Philadelphia. I love the Philadelphia Phillies. I hate the blistering cold. I love the grittiness of the city. I hate the cold. I love that Philadelphia is a sense of pride to every person who comes from the city (including my boyfriend Carl who could out-Philly almost anyone when it comes to his hometown). Did I mention I hate the cold? If there's one thing about Philly that I love, it's Philly Cheesesteaks! I know what you're thinking: "how does she keep such a fabulous figure when she loves to eat things like Philly cheesesteaks and pizza". Ok, I jest! However, I do enjoy a good Philly cheesesteak, and on my second trip to Philadelphia I was determined to try two of the famous institutions of Philadelphia Cheesesteaks- Pat's and Geno's. If you've ever watched the Food Network or the Travel Channel, then you're most likely familiar with Pat's and Geno's. Pat's is one of the oldest Cheesesteak restaurants in the city, but Geno's makes sure that Pat's won't outshine their restaurant- literally. The two restaurants are located across the street from one another. Pat's is an otherwise unassuming cheesesteak joint built for the blue collar working class cheesesteak aficionados. Across the street you have the can't-be-missed production that is Geno's. Geno's boasts hundreds, if not thousands, of watts of bright neon lights proudly displaying the "Geno's" lightshow that you could probably see from outer space. If you pick out any Philly native and ask if they prefer Pat's or Geno's you'll definitely get a difinitive answer. Pat's and Geno's are like the Capulets and Montagues of Old Verona. It's a town divided amongst cheesesteaks! As you can imagine, I was eager to find out what the friendly rivalry was all about. After a flight headache., Carl and I arrived in Philadelphia around 1:00am (about 4 hours later than we'd originally hoped). When his sister and brother-in-law picked us up, they insisted upon fulfilling my cheesesteak craving and took us directly to Pat's and Geno's. I was surprised that on a Tuesday morning at 1:00am we were not the only folks hanging out in the near freezing temps to try out a cheesesteak. We divided and conquered, separating into two and ordering one cheesesteak from each place. Candidly, I was a little nervous that the Geno's staff would kick us out of their benches after learning that we had a sandwich from their rival neighbor Pat's, but I find it hard to believe that we were the first to do so! Each sandwich was delicious. Upon first bite, I thought that Geno's was by far the superior steak. Upon further eating, the meat on the steak from Geno's started to taste funny. It didn't taste fresh, almost like it had a freezer burn to it. None of my other cheesesteak companions tasted the "freezer burn" taste, but once I caught onto it, I couldn't let it go. Both steaks had fresh Italian rolls that quite literally seemed to melt in my mouth. After both steaks were devoured, I had to pick Pat's because their meat tasted of a higher quality. Unlike those proud Philadelphia natives who grew up on either Pat's or Geno's I don't know if I could stand steadfast behind the Pat's cheesesteak. Who knows, next time I may return to try a steak from both and I might just pick Geno's. To me, it's all about what I'm feeling that day. To Philadelphians it's about pride!
Friday, January 21, 2011
The Pizza Experience
I believe that food can be an experience. It's not always just about the taste or the ingredients, but sometimes the ambiance and the people alongside the food are the recipes that create the entire experience. Having pizza at Dirafa was one of those experiences! I've visited Manhattan several times, but I've never spent real time in Brooklyn which is where Difara is located. Not only is Difara located in Brooklyn, but it's deep in the heart of an orthodox Jewish neighborhood sandwiched between Judaica shops and stores with signs entirely in Hebrew. As we approached the tiny pizza shop with a big reputation, I was genuinely relieved when it was open the day after Thanksgiving without a line. Friends of mine who reside in New York have told me that DiFara is notorious for being closed at random as well as the long lines outside of the shop. We stood behind two or three people who ordered pizza before us. Upon spying an available table amongst the very few tables, I quite literally cut off another patron in a race to the open table while Carl stood in the short line to order our pizza. He and I have a process about ordering pizza at new places. We always order the traditional cheese pizza, because we feel that a basic cheese pizza gives us the best insight into what a pizza joint can really do. If they can mess up a cheese pizza, I don't want to know what else could go wrong!
Imagine a 12 by 15 space with approximately 5 tables totalling about 15 seats and you've got Difara's. Scoring a table to ourselves (with two chairs) was pretty lucky! As I previously mentioned, there were only a very few people ahead of us in line. However, it took over half an hour before our pizza was ready. The reason for the long wait is that there is one man who makes every single pizza. His name is Dimenico De Marco and he's probably pushing 85. He takes pride in every pizza he makes. There are three people working in the entire pizza store- his grandaughter who takes the orders, his helper who appears to keep things orderly, and the pizza craftsman himself who personally clips the fresh basil and pours a touch of olive oil on every handmade pizza he creates. It's him who makes the pizza from DiFara a truly incredible and unique experience. It is very rare that one receives the kind of personal craftsmanship that goes into making a single pizza like at DiFara. At any normal restaurant, there are several people that go into every dish that is ordered, but here at DiFara you can watch Domenico make every single pizza. The idea of a second DiFara location opening up in Brooklyn ( or anywhere for that matter) is impossible because the master pizza maker clearly does not want to jeopardize his pizza, and for good reason. This pizza is perfection. The second this pizza hits your lips, everything else fades away. The only thing left is the semi salty taste of the cheese mixed with the sweet, fresh tomato sauce. The fresh basil dispersed on top of the pizza is the proverbial "icing on the cake" that completes the pie. The foundation with which the pizza is built, otherwise known as the crust, is perfectly crunchy and only moderately blackened. Watching the master pizza maker put each pizza into the fire oven is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistene chapel. It's simple: no one else could do it as well. The entire pizza costs $28 which seems like highway robbery to anyone who thinks Dominos or Pizza Hut is a good pie, but this place is lightyears ahead of your run of the mill chain pizza store. Every pizza is a handcrafted piece of art that awakens the tastebuds and challenges every other pizza in the Big Apple (or the world for that matter). If you ever find yourself within a 100 mile radius of Brooklyn, New York I highly suggest making the trek to DiFara pizza. Oh, and while you're there pick up a menorah for me!
Imagine a 12 by 15 space with approximately 5 tables totalling about 15 seats and you've got Difara's. Scoring a table to ourselves (with two chairs) was pretty lucky! As I previously mentioned, there were only a very few people ahead of us in line. However, it took over half an hour before our pizza was ready. The reason for the long wait is that there is one man who makes every single pizza. His name is Dimenico De Marco and he's probably pushing 85. He takes pride in every pizza he makes. There are three people working in the entire pizza store- his grandaughter who takes the orders, his helper who appears to keep things orderly, and the pizza craftsman himself who personally clips the fresh basil and pours a touch of olive oil on every handmade pizza he creates. It's him who makes the pizza from DiFara a truly incredible and unique experience. It is very rare that one receives the kind of personal craftsmanship that goes into making a single pizza like at DiFara. At any normal restaurant, there are several people that go into every dish that is ordered, but here at DiFara you can watch Domenico make every single pizza. The idea of a second DiFara location opening up in Brooklyn ( or anywhere for that matter) is impossible because the master pizza maker clearly does not want to jeopardize his pizza, and for good reason. This pizza is perfection. The second this pizza hits your lips, everything else fades away. The only thing left is the semi salty taste of the cheese mixed with the sweet, fresh tomato sauce. The fresh basil dispersed on top of the pizza is the proverbial "icing on the cake" that completes the pie. The foundation with which the pizza is built, otherwise known as the crust, is perfectly crunchy and only moderately blackened. Watching the master pizza maker put each pizza into the fire oven is like watching Michelangelo paint the Sistene chapel. It's simple: no one else could do it as well. The entire pizza costs $28 which seems like highway robbery to anyone who thinks Dominos or Pizza Hut is a good pie, but this place is lightyears ahead of your run of the mill chain pizza store. Every pizza is a handcrafted piece of art that awakens the tastebuds and challenges every other pizza in the Big Apple (or the world for that matter). If you ever find yourself within a 100 mile radius of Brooklyn, New York I highly suggest making the trek to DiFara pizza. Oh, and while you're there pick up a menorah for me!
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A Visit to the Ol' South
I consider myself lucky because I get the chance to travel to new and old places quite often. From a "blog" perspective, I enjoy that this allows me to keep my blog somewhat universal and not just Dallas-centric. From a personal perspective, it gives me the chance to explore new cities. My latest trip took me to Atlanta, Georgia for the first time. I wasn't there just for food and I didn't have any specific restaurants that I wanted to try so badly that I needed to start a countdown (in case you didn't catch the reference I have 3o days left until DiFara's Pizza). However, I was delighted to find that Atlanta has a fantastic culinary scene.
Unlike when I travel with Carl, the cause for this trip was not to eat. Rather, this trip was for a group of college girlfriends scattered across the country to get together and catch up. In typical fashion, during one of our meals we started talking about the next meal. My friend Barrie, who is temporarily located in Atlanta, assured us there were about seven different reservations around Atlanta for us because she couldn't quite pick a restaurant. Luckily, our native Atlantan friend Lila made the restaurant suggestion of the trip! Lila suggested that we try a restaurant called JCT- which is a trendy twist on southern style home cooking. After a brief iphone version of the menu, all 5 of us did the impossible- we decided unanimously to make a reservation at JCT for that evening. Boy am I glad we did!
JCT is located in an adorable shopping center next to a train junction, hence the name "JCT". The interior of the restaurant was hip and full of well-dressed patrons who all looked ready for a night on the town.
JCT is known for their truffle fries and their fried chicken which is served until they run out. Immediately upon sitting down, we asked the waitress if any fried chicken was still available. She ran to the kitchen and promptly told us there were three servings left, which meant if we wanted those servings of fried chicken we had to make game time decisions and place our orders immediately.
First out were the truffle fries and a goat cheese dish. Surprisingly, I'm a fabbie foodie who cannot stomach the strong flavor of goat cheese so I didn't participate in that appetizer. From what I heard, it did not disappoint. However, I must admit that the truffle fries were simply incredible. There was enough truffle oil on the fries to give them the full "truffle" taste without being too overwhelming. The fries were topped with freshly grated parmesan which seemed to permeate through the entire pile of fries and complimented the truffle taste perfectly. For my main dish, I had a piece of trout wrapped in bacon and served atop four potato dumplings. I tasted the dumplings before the fish and knew immediately that I didn't order wrong! The potato dumplings quite literally melted in my mouth. My reaction to the delicious dumplings must have been rather animated! Before I even tasted the trout, I had to divvy up one of the dumplings amongst the table. When I finally tasted the bacon wrapped trout I was not disappointed. I never would have known, but bacon and trout are a match made in heaven! Granted, I love bacon, but it wasn't the signature flavor of the dish. The natural flavor of the fresh fish shone through the bacon nicely. Regardless of the fact that I did force several of my friends to taste my dish, I had absolutely no problem cleaning my plate!
I also tasted several of the other dishes around the table. I was sandwiched between two friends who ordered the fried chicken which came with homemade style macaroni and cheese. The skin of the chicken was incredibly crispy and surprisingly not greasy at all. I have to admit that I was a bit undewhelmed by the macaroni and cheese which was incredibly creamy, but not very cheesy. My friend Barrie, who claims that shrimp and grits are her absolute favorite dish, ate every bite of hers and proclaimed how delicious it was. Coming from a girl who has indeed had her fair share of the dish, a compliment such as that is confirmation of how excellent the meal was!
Every one of us left the restaurant comfortably full and happy. I'm sure being surrounded by my best friends who I don't get to see everyday helped make the meal enjoyable, but JCT was definitely one of the best meals I have had in a long time. It gave me, a native Texan, a true taste of the traditional cooking of the deep south with a trendy twist! The next time you're in Atlanta, be sure to make time between visiting the aquarium and the World of Coke to make a reservation at JCT.
Friday, September 24, 2010
This little piggy went to (City, Smitty's, Black's, Chisolm Trail, and Kreuz's) market!
Our mission: hit up the best barbeque joints in Lockhart and Luling Texas, focusing on the "big 3"- pork ribs, sausage, and of course brisket. We selected five barbeque joints with the goal of simply tasting each of the three pieces of meat at every restaurant. After tasting the big three at each barbeque joint we would select the winner. This is no small feat. For those of you not from Texas, Tennessee, Kansas, or any "barbeque state" you must realize that every piece of meat smoked at these eateries is a sense of pride. Each restaurant has it's loyal fans who swear by the meat prepared there. These places have been making their meat the same way for decades and they all must be doing something right because from 11:30am when we started to 3:30pm when we finished, we stood in long lines at every one of the barbeque joints we visited! In order to decide which of the five places really was the best, we brought along score sheets. We ranked the Q on appearance, tenderness, and overall taste with an additional section to vote on the "ambiance" of the barbeque restaurant. Each was ranked out of 10, and we doubled the rank of taste because that is, of course, the most important. The five barbeque places we visited were: City Market, Smitty's, Black's, Chisolm Trail, and Kreuz Market.
At our first destination, City Market in Luling, TX, we pulled up to an old building on what looked like "Main" street in any small town circa 1950. We were greeted by signs urging us to vote for "Amber, Jenny, and Billy Jean" for Watermelon Thump Queen. Apparently Luling is known for their watermelon, a fruit which the entire city celebrates with an annual "watermelon thump". What exactly is a "watermelon thump"? I'm still not sure, but apparently the occasion calls for a queen! However, that's a post for another day.
Upon entering City Market, the smell puts you on sensory overload. The smoke from the firewood, blended with the smoked meats hits you like a ton of tasty bricks! Immediately the stomach growling went from almost non-existent to off the charts. Each hungry customer passes the register and takes their place in a long line outside of a swinging door. On the other side of the swinging door is a huge smoker with 4 or 5 guys dishing up however much of whatever meat you want! The "smoking room" is about 25 degrees warmer than the dining area. G-d bless the men who work in the smoking room because if they don't end up with some sort of terrible smoke-induced illness in their later years, than some sort of a barbeque god is truly looking out for them! After getting a quarter pound of brisket, a sausage link, and 3 pork ribs we were ready to taste. Let me state the obvious here, when you haven't had breakfast and you're sitting in what smells like the meat Mecca of the world, it's hard to take just a "taste". The brisket had a perfectly formed smoke ring and quite literally melted in your mouth. The sausage had a delicious snap. And although the meat inside was a bit more "crumbly" than most sausages I've tasted, the overall sausage was perfect. It was slightly too greasy, but then again that's what makes things good! The pork ribs didn't quite fall off the bone, but they were anything but tough. At each picnic table there is sauce, but it's was not necessary for any of the three! As a matter of fact, the Hill Country bbq joints prefer you eat the meat without the sauce and after tasting it I get it. If the meat is prepared correctly, the natural flavors are released and sauce just isn't necessary. My dad and Carl probably went a bit overboard here with their "tastes" but when a man is hungry who am I to tell them they can't eat!
Our next stops are all located five minutes down the road in Lockhart, TX. Smitty's was the first Lockhart joint we tasted. The food here is served the same way- market style. The long dark hallway leading up to the even darker flaming meat smoking room at Smitty's was truly reminiscent of a scene out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. The serving room at Smitty's is larger and hotter than at City Market, with open fires in the corners of the dark room. In the Texas heat, it was almost unbearable. It was so hot that I left the meat ordering to the men. My mom and I proceeded to the air conditioned dining area. The dining area is a huge brightly lit cafeteria style room with long tables running up and down the room. With so many people eating here, it was a fight to find a table. We chose four seats in the furthest corner of the room and we had to holler and wave our hands for Carl and my dad, who was dripping with sweat from the meat room, to find us. The first thing I tasted at Smitty's was the best. Their pork rib was hands down one of the best pork ribs I have ever tasted in my entire barbeque eating life. The meat literally fell off the bone before I could even get it to my mouth, and once it was in my mouth it started to melt immediately. The rib had a natural flavor that surpassed any additional flavor that a barbeque sauce could have added. The rest of the food left a lot to be desired... The sausage was, in my opinion, so dry that it was inedible. The brisket wasn't much better. Knowing that we had three more barbeque eateries left, I felt that I shouldn't continue to waste anymore room in my stomach by going back for a second bite so I left the dry sausage and dry brisket for the busboy to to take to the nearest dumpster.
Our next two stops, Black's and Chisolm Trail, were significantly lower quality than the previous two. The ribs at Black's looked almost plastic. If I were to place a rib from Black's next to a rib from Smitty's it would look like day and night. The rib was larger, stiffer and subsequently nearly impossible to rip off the bone. Now I realize I may sound a bit unfair, seeing as how I just stated that Smitty's had the best rib I've ever tasted in my entire life. But, if there is a "worst rib" category, I fear Black's may have succeeded in taking it! The sausage hardly tasted like sausage, and the brisket was as dry and tasteless as the rib. However, our trip to Black's is marked fondly by the experience of getting to meet Mr. and Mrs. Black. As the four of us are sitting at our table remarking at how terrible this barbeque is, we see an old man and woman walk out of the back door into the dining area. The chattering throughout the room led us to the realization that they were Mr. and Mrs. Black. Like local celebrities, they sauntered up and down the restaurant shaking the hands of their loyal patrons. Being the out of towners that we were, we ran up to Mr. Black and asked if we could take a picture with him! I must admit, I'm not from Lockhart, and if I ever return I will most certainly not be eating at Black's, but when we met Mr. Black I felt like I was meeting one of the Beatles! We snapped a picture with him and lied through our teeth as we told him how wonderful his barbeque was, then we hit the road to Chisolm Trail Barbeque.
Compared to Black's, Chisolm Trail was great! However, that's still not saying much. My mom was excited about the prospect of tasting their fried catfish which they boast on a large sign outside of the restaurant. Of course, they only serve that once a week, and today wasn't the lucky day. Unlike the other three places, the meat is served to you in the same room as you dine. Customers go down the aisle and choose what they want before paying at the register and then choosing a table in the same room. Unlike Black's, the owner of Chisolm Trail was behind the line cutting meat and schmoozing with his customers. He looked like any normal employee you'd expect to see cutting the meat, dressed in a grease stained t-shirt with a smile on his face. Chisolm Trail proved to be the cheapest of the three, with our total more than $10 less than the other places. However, the food reflected the prices. I thought all of the meat was dry. The sausage was not nearly as delicious as the sausage from City Market, but ranked well above the sausage from Black's and Smitty's. It didn't melt in my mouth, and it wasn't bursting with flavor, but it was definitely edible. If I didn't have the other three restaurants behind me to compare it to, I would've considered it good sausage, albeit greasy! I do realize it's unfair for me to be comparing Chisolm Trail and Black's to the other places of barbeque legend like Smitty's and Kreuz Market. However, we needed to taste all of the barbeque restaurants we could muster in order to make sure we understood why Kreuz Market and Smitty's were constantly ranked the top barbeque places in Texas.
After Chisolm Trail, our stomachs were nearly defeated. We had hit a meat wall and we were all fading fast. It crossed our minds to call off our craziness and vow to visit Kreuz market on another weekend, but we knew the likelihood of returning to Lockhart in the near future was slim to none so we dug down within ourselves and drove down the road to our final destination. Kreuz is the most famous of all the barbeque places we visited. Smitty's is followed by a close second, but Kreuz Market is consistently ranked among publications near and far as one of the best barbeque joints in the state of Texas and it's clear to me now why! Kreuz was home to the longest line of the day. Around 3:00pm we were well past regular lunch hour, and way too early for the dinner hour. The line was over 30 minutes long, somewhat like a line at DisneyWorld. Kreuz market is cleaner and more efficient than the others. At the end of the long line customers are escorted through a door into the meat room which has three servers who give customers whatever amount and type of meat they request. Once the meat is served, customers are escorted to the large dining room of picnic tables and booths where they proceed to pay at the checkout. The process is slow, but only because there are hundreds of others waiting to pay for their meat in front of you! The sausage at Kreuz was delicious. It wasn't too greasy, nor too crumbly. It had a wonderful consistency and left a slight tingle of spice in my mouth after eating it, just like a perfect sausage should! The brisket seemed to follow suit. There was a perfect smoke ring on the brisket which is like a little certification of authenticity. The brisket is tender and naturally flavorful. The pork ribs were equally as delicious. The rib was fall off the bone, melt in your mouth delicious. All of the meat was eaten without sauce, and was full of it's own natural juices and flavors When eaten together they all complimented one another, like a small meat party! Sauce at Kreuz Market is like a four letter word. The meat doesn't need the sauce. Even an unsophisticated palette can tell that the meat here doesn't need anything to dress it up, it's perfect as-is!
At the end of our day, after tallying our scores, we unanimously ranked Luling's City Market as our number one choice, followed closely by Kreuz market. I still wonder if our off the chart hunger and barbeque excitement led us to rank City Market the highest, but I can assure you, a trip there is most definitely not a waste of your time because it is damn good! If you're going to venture out to Lockhart and Luling Texas, I don't suggest attempting what we did. Five different barbeque places in one day is truly tough. I haven't had a strong craving for barbeque since, and I doubt I will soon. However, we talked with some really wonderful locals that day, and we formed memories we won't soon forget!

The dining area at Smitty's
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Dim Sum? Dim Yum!
After a visit to San Francisco's Coit Tower to take in 360 degree views of the city, my travel companion Carl and I found ourselves in the middle of San Francisco's Chinatown. San Francisco's Chinatown, which is one of the oldest and largest in America, is full of tiny produce stands and food stalls with the most peculiar items (some with a rather odious smell). We weren't in Chinatown just for fun, we were on a mission. Our mission was to find a sit-down Dim Sum restaurant serving the Chinese brunch fair in the traditional style so that I could experience it for the first time. After we found the place we were looking for to be a carry-out only restaurant we did what any travel guide would tell you to do- we asked a local! She directed us to a phenomenal sit-down Dim Sum restaurant called Gold Mountain restaurant (located at 644 Broadway). When we walked through the door we were reassured we chose the right place after a quick once over revealed we were the only caucasians in the entire place!
The waiter escorted us to two available seats in the back of the restaurant near the kitchen. This was prime seating to catch the servers right as they exited the kitchen with steaming hot fresh dishes. For those of you unfamiliar with Dim Sum, it's similar to a Chinese equivalent to tapas. Servers circulate the restaurant with small portions served off of rolling carts. They yell out (in this case in Chinese) the name of the dish they're carrying on their cart. If the dish suits your tastebuds you accept. If not, you decline!
Our first selection was sticky rice served in a banana leaf. This rice was unlike anything I've had before. As soon as we pealed open the banana leaf there was a perfect portion of the stickiest rice I've ever consumed. Complimented with bits of succulent beef, the rice melted in my mouth. Shortly after the rice, I started to experience sensory overload. Before I knew it, it seemed like ten servers had approached our table with everything from shrimp dumplings to sweet red bean sesame balls. All of which they assured me was "very good very good". With all the options coming my way, all the smells wafting through the air, and all the laughter from those around us, I didn't know which dishes to take and which to decline! With help from Carl, I was able regroup and navigate carefully through the selections and avoid things that were too unfamiliar to me to taste, like duck feet and cow's blood.
Among the options we did try were shrimp dumplings, shrimp potstickers, beef noodles, shrimp tofu, red bean and brown bean sweet balls, and pork bun. My absolute favorite were the shrimp dumplings. The dumplings were just slightly larger than a golf ball and the shrimp inside was cooked to perfection! Carl's favorite was the pork bun. The bun was fluffy white bread shaped in a square. When I bit into the bun I was met with the pleasant barbeque taste of pork. I also enjoyed the sesame balls with red bean paste. The sesame dough is really sticky and on the inside is a small red ball of red bean paste. It's a sweeter dish, which provides and nice contrast to the saltiness of the other dishes.
I loved the entire Dim Sum experience. Next time I'm in San Francisco, maybe I'll have the courage to try one of the more obscure dishes, but for my first time it was everything I'd hoped and more!
San Francisco Treats!
I love to travel, and I'm lucky enough to be find myself traveling to different cities quite often. What better way to explore a new city than experiencing their culinary treasures? I just returned from San Francisco where I spent my Labor Day weekend. I think one would be hard-pressed to find many cities that cater to the tastebuds like San Francisco does! With an assorted mix of restaurants ranging from the ordinary (like Chinese food) to the obscure (such as Burmese food), San Francisco quite literally has it all. At the heart of the organic foods movement, this city does not shy away from fresh homegrown produce and locally crafted wines. While walking up and down the hills of this city, it was not unusual to see lines forming halfway down the block for restaurants. These lines were reminiscent of the line that forms outside of Magnolia Bakery in New York City. My next few posts will be dedicated to some of the fantastic food I found in San Francisco. Try to keep your mouth watering at bay while enjoying the following posts.
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