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Call Me Abe
t says: bw hit up Solomonov’s latest restaurant, Abe Fisher, and volunteered a beautiful review. Let’s see how he liked it!
bw says: As I was the first to arrive, I had to wait at the bar until everyone else got there, which gave me time to survery the terrain, and to see that Solomonov himself was there overseeing the new place, heightening the expectation for the food to come. The wine list had a nice selection of different varietals. However, all of the wine was $12/glass! While there are times where I’ll spend that much for a glass, it’s nice to have options in the $8 or so range. Knowing some of the wines on the list, I knew they ranged between $8 and $16 per bottle, so having a few on a lower price range didn’t seem too unreasonable.
As more of our party arrived, it became apparent that our table wasn’t going to be ready soon. In the end we ended up waiting half an hour for our reservation, which wouldn’t have been a big deal except that we all had to get up early the next day and so were fading by the hour. I attribute the delay to it being a new place crowded for restaurant week, and the staff still trying to figure out how long each table would linger, with the result that tables were booked to close together in time. The staff was very nice with multiple people coming up to apologize including the manager. In these conversations, it seemed as if they were going to offer us something on the house, but they didn’t which meant the conversations sometimes ended with the awkward thought of “but…”. In the end, they gave us an extra dish as a suprise in the middle of the meal, which was very nice, but we didn’t know that at the time.
Eventually we did get seated, so now we can talk about the food. The menu is set out as three sections (veggies, fish, and meat with five options in each catergory), and you select one item from each per person to be shared amongst the table. So, with four of us we had everything but one from each set. Note that our menu was subtly different throughout that than which was online (perhaps the one online was a preliminary one). The meal starts with a selection of savory rugelach, which I was pleased to see as a baking fanatic and lover of rugelach. There were three options with a different topping (poppy, sesame, and caraway) and filling in each. I can’t remember the fillings as much as they were pretty subtle (with the taste being dominated by the topping and the dough), but I think they were prune, chicken, and fish. Even though the fillings were playing only a supporting role, the dough itself was a perfect rugelach texture with a crisp exterior and soft interior.
The first round (vegetables dishes) then came out. First was kasha varniskes, which were basically ravioli, their soft texture contrasting nicely with crisp peas. Next was borscht tartare which was juliened beets with a roe topping. The beet flavor was good, but at first there wasn’t much to distinguish these from other beets. For the second spoonful though, I sampled them with a piece of the hard-boiled egg which was on the plate seemingly as a garnish, and this extra element really elevated the dish by adding a second texture and a nice smooth undernote of egg flavor. We then got roasted brussel sprouts, which were accompanied by a nut (which I think were marcona almonds, although this dish isn’t on the menu posted online, so I can’t confirm). Again, the brussel sprouts themselves weren’t any better than those that seem trendy on many menus now, but the contrast between them and the nuts and cream sauce was nice. The last course was roasted carrots which soon made itself apparent as the “dark horse favorite”, possibly the best carrots I’ve ever hard. They were cut into small chunks and had a nice soft exterior, a firm interior, and a hint of char. Served with pumpernickel croutons that had the just the right combination of crunch and chew and topped with gouda, this dish was the stand-out of the vegetables.
The fish dishes started with a raw and marinated duo of bass, which was good, although not really memorable. Next up was a gefilte fish (which was trout stuffed in trout), which was also good, although I can’t conjure up the particulars. The smoked sable cake, was SMOKED. It had a nice contrast between a crisp crust and a soft fishcake middle, but the smoke taste was almost too overwhelming. We then had a grilled salmon over corn and tomato slaw. I’m not a salmon fan, so I was hesistent, but this dish is how to convert people to salmon; by far the best salmon I’ve ever had, with the salmon-ness not being too overwhelming and a great gradient between the side on the grill and the other. Then, they brought the shrimp fried rice, which we hadn’t ordered, but was on the house to compensate for the delay. It was a firm rice patty topped with shrimp, pastrami, and a barely poached yolk (which was a little “food trends of five years ago” but did add a nice note to the dish). The rice was nicely done, however I think the shrimp and pastrami got a little lost. This dish probably would have been great when shared between two people where each person would have gotten more of the two meats, but split amongst four, they went a little thin.
By now had become apparent the one flaw in the service. We were still using the same plates we started with (and would the entire night). This (along with pacing) is a quandry that happens at every tapas-style restaurant. Amada always seems more interested in giving you ten items at once than they are at making sure you’re able to eat them all at the their hottest and freshest. There the plates can become an issue too, but at least enough of the items are served on toasts or don’t have sauces, that your plate doesn’t become too messy and they just change it once in the middle. But at Abe Fisher, every dish needs to be spooned onto your plate while sharing, and all of them have sauces or toppings. So, your plate quickly becomes a mess. It’s then a shame that all of the flavors can get mingled together and degraded as the meal goes on. I wish they had changed the plates after each flight of courses.
Corned pork belly led the meat courses out. This was thin slices of pork belly topped with a raisin chutney and little challah. They all went really well together, but once the bread note ran out (as their wasn’t much) you were left with the thin pork belly, and although the contrast of the fat and corning rub was nice, the actual pork flavor seemed to get pushed to the side. Up next were the veal schnitzel tacos. These almost didn’t make the cut of the dishes we ordered, but they were the universal choice for the best dish all night. The veal was perfectly done with a light breading providing a good crunch and a radish salad on top providing a crispness. We then had the sweet and sour meatballs, which had a lot of flavors going on that all melded very well together. Unfortunately, there were very few meatballs in the dish and it was mostly zucchini, and as someone who doesn’t like zucchini this meant that I didn’t get very much of this dish. Last was a Roumanian skirt steak that like all the meat was perfectly cooked. It was another standout which was harmed only by the broccoli topping (which was very flavorful) being slightly overcooked.
Next came dessert. These we essentially got individually, but I first got a little taste of the black and white cookie cheesecake ordered by someone else. I can’t remember the flavor of the “black” side; “white” was lemon. Both were tasty with a nice texture that was softer than what I would have expected from a classic cheesecake. My main dessert was an apple strudel, which was overall phenomenal. It didn’t get to the apple-pinnacle attained by “apples for Olivia” at Pomme in St. Louis, but it was an amazing apple dessert with apples baked into a nice thick caramelized crust and topped with walnuts. While I loved the hearty thick chewy crust, it meant that when baked into a muffin shape, it had structural integrity problems, in that it was hard to cut off pieces without crushing the whole thing. It might have worked better in a more traditional flat strudel shape.
So, overall, it was a great meal worth the hype and the wait. It had some of the same strong northern European spice notes as Noord, but whereas there they tended to dominate the two dishes you would order, at Abe Fisher there was more of a contrast across all of the many dishes so that you could get the strong notes of such things as caraway without them overwhelming the palate. And even though as is evident above, some of the dishes were less memorable than others, almost everything was perfectly cooked, and each dish offered a unique contrast of textures. In addition to the tapas-style menu perused above, the menu also offers two larger dishes in a Hungarian Duck and Montreal-Style Ribs. Our waitress described the ribs to us, and although I can’t remember all the specifics of the preparation, they sounded amazing. I definitely want to go back to try them (be forewarned: they take 45 minutes to prepare to order, so call ahead).
Taking Stock at Stock
t says: a is a huge fan of soup. Like a huge fan. He could get soup in the middle of summer. He could get soup in the middle of September, too! So when faced with a choice of restaurant (and in an attempt to avoid Restaurant Week), we journeyed on out to Stock.
September 2014, Friday Dinner, Party of 4. So, first things first, this place is TINY. I don’t know the official seat count, but there was only one “large” table (it can accommodate four … maybe 6 in a pinch). There’s also no reservations. Oh, and if you do put your name on the list, there’s also no phone for them to call you back on – so they give you an estimated time to come back and you just show up on time. While this sounds absolutely crazy – it turns out that they’re true to their word! When we showed up, they were busy, so they said come back in an hour: we showed up at the suggested time and boom! there was an empty table – ready and waiting! And while the rest of our party was assembling, we saw them turn away at least two groups of people! What loyalty! Love it.

raw cobia, with ginger, pomello, and dill. very fresh, slightly firmer than I expeced, and pieces rather haphazardly cut/presented. It could have been more finessed.

the main event: beef pho. Best said by a: “Pho was good, but I’m sure there are Asian people doing it better”. I would tend to agree. While the noodle cookery was spot-on, and the herbs were as fresh as can be, I felt that the broth was a little lacking in oomph. Like, when I was done eating, I had no desire to slurp up the remaining soup on my own.

sideways dessert: fresh and light and tasty, but, in the words of a: “nothing to make you slap your mother.”

They were so nice there! They accidentally forgot my cobia, so the server comp’d my dish – but really – it wasn’t a big deal! And then the chef came out and also apologized for the wait – but in all honesty – we didn’t even notice! Their thoughtfulness was as refreshing as their food.
So would we go back? If they had different Pho, sure! That’s not to say that we had anything bad – but we just want to see what more they can do. Also – they were missing ALL banh mi’s that evening! a was so sad – who knew a sandwich could have meant so much to him? In any case, while there wasn’t one thing in particular that we’re going to be craving in our dreams, there was a lot of promise with the space and freshness that we look forward to seeing what they can do!
Jamonera Jappiness
t says: In case you were wondering, yes, that’s pronounced “Happiness” (I know, my attempt at humor was not a success – do I get points for trying?). g, a, v, a friend, and I went to Jamonera just recently, and all I can say is “wow”. Since the first time we went, two years ago, until now, there has been such refinement in the offerings that we were all uber-impressed this time around. It was the gang’s first meal together like this since coming back from Spain (so obviously, we chose to go to a Spanish restaurant), and it was like we never left. The jamon iberico was acorny. The veggies were spot-on. Every fish was done beautifully. The meats had a simplicity about them but were full of flavor. In all, it was a splendid evening of food, made even more splendid by Jamonera’s wonderful hostess that evening. While we were the recipients of some preferential treatment (a, v, and the hostess are friends), I refuse to believe that this somehow translated into Jamonera’s chefs to do anything different with their food – I think the food is just that good. It’s a shame that I wasn’t fast enough with the camera for the multi-course event – this is what I got:
August 2014, Friday Dinner, Party of 5.

first course of a peculiar mixture of jamon, shisito peppers, some pickles, and then on the right, a pile of smoked salmon atop tomato and goat cheese, which was the biggest “bam” of the dish (i never would have put those together – but now I might!). And yes, shisito peppers are like new “it” vegetable, seemingly found anywhere that wants to char a vegetable, but I can’t fault them for doing it well.

dates+bacon+cheese=happiness. there really is no other way to solve that equation. It did remind us of Mercato’s bacon-wrapped figs, and if the two got into a monkey-knife-fight, I would have no idea who’d win. I will say that this was a wonderful bite overall, and I’m thankful there weren’t more because I would have definitely have eaten all of them. The background had these eggplant-fries that also made me wonder, “why had I not thought of this?”. Answer: I’m not as smart as Jamonera.

you have to do the doughnuts for dessert. Now, the doughnuts by themselves are “ok” – but when you dunk them in the heaven-sauce above, you realize just how lucky you are to be able to finish a meal with this amazing mix of fat and sugar. sad will be the day i have to start a statin.
Jamonera did a fabulous job, but I’m afraid that no one’s noticing. All too often, I even catch myself zipping through those 13th street emails (the ones with the “special dinners” at Jamonera, Barbuzzo, and Little Nonna’s) without even noting Jamonera’s offering. Shame on me! Is it because everyone’s “over” Spanish food? Is it because there’s already Amada and Tinto in town, along with the Mediterranean likes of Barbuzzo? Or maybe we’re now just too stuck on “plant-friendly” (if I hear or read another thing about Charlie was a Sinner or “the new Vedge place”, I might savagely poke someone with the blunt end of a carrot), so richness and decadence in animal form is so “last year”? Regardless, I will say that the flavors were quite good in this meal – don’t believe me? Ask a. a states: the dates, the branzino, and the desserts crushed it (including our double secret desserts that you can’t mention here). t comes back on: Oh – did I mention the Branzino was to die for? It was. We ate it so fast there were no pictures. So yes, the food is good – like “almost Zahav” good; I think Jamonera is one hummus plate away from winning that battle (unlike others, I don’t give Zahav extra points for using “off” cuts of meat like duck heart, ground lamb, etc – if it tastes good, it tastes good – I don’t care about what it was). The difference, however, might come down to price. While the preferential treatment we had thrown our way did result in a meal that was cheaper than Zahav, we know that technically Zahav is the better “deal”. Be that as it may, while Zahav’s desserts are quite good, Jamonera’s doughnuts put such a smile on my face that when it comes time for the bill, I’d sign almost anything …
Noord
t says: Last weekend, g and I hit up Noord with bw and some mutual friends. We had heard great things, and because we were itching to BYO-it-up, it was the perfect opportunity. When thinking of which wines to bring, we encountered a little bit of difficulty. While I gravitate towards red as a matter of preference, and while the weather favors drinking a nice rich luscious red, I couldn’t help but wonder whether something white would go better with Noord’s foods. But wait – isn’t it cold in the North Sea? We had no choice but to bring one of each: bubbly rose, white, and red. And what a great decision it was:
November 2013, Sunday Dinner, Party of 5. Right off the bat, the five of us encountered a serious problem at Noord. What to order!? Each of us had first, second, and third-string choices. And then there were some great-sounding specials on top of that! (There was a striped bass that sounded amazing). In the end, we did finally manage to make our selections … from which here is a selection of photos:

Uitsmitjer (?”Oits-might-er?): open faced egg sandwich. This was a wonderfully heart and homey way to start th emeal. Actually – it was so oomphy, that I could have eaten it as a main course for a breakfast or a lunch. I enjoyed it quite a bit – reminding me quite a bit of the now-gone Cochon’s brunch fave, Eggs Cochon. And the side salad almost made it feel healthy – with the crunch of fresh vegetables and the sour of vinegar. I paired it with an Australian dry Riesling that was quite nice – some good petrol zip and lightly tropical fruit (kind of like a lighter New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc). Altogether, the course was rich, but with a certain amount of restraint, but not at all “delicate”. Hell – it was just a piece of bread, some egg, some cheese, and some pork – so I’m just going to move on …

Two of our tablemates split this appetzier which was an assortment of smoked fish, all served open-face style. And I know what you’re thinking: is everything an open-faced sandwich at Noord? No – but when they’re this interesting, why not?

My main was a massive piece of pork. Sure, there were some veggies underneath, but the star was clearly the slab of meat – and what a wonderfully ?braised? slab it was. The meat was fall-off-the-bone tender, but permeated with a nice stewed apple sauce. It was like fall on a plate. Big props to Noord for doing right by that hunk of pig.
There were other items, like a celery soup that g enjoyed, and the rabbit leg confit bw had … but let’s be honest – mine won. My only regret was that I wasn’t more hungry. It’s ok – I sense that I’ll be making me some braised pork omelettes later this week – yum!!
Now, as for dessert, I have to say that I wasn’t quite as impressed as Laban was. We ventured the doughnuts, which were a little more dense than I enjoy (Talula’s Garden kills it when it comes to dooughnuts) as well as the apple pie thing. bw, a masterful baker and general dessert enthusiast (although he did reveal to us his disdain for light-and-airy-cakes), did find that perhaps it was a caramel issue: he suspected that they could have “pushed” the caramel further, getting it to be a bit darker and deeper-flavored, and we all agreed – it was missing that last little bit of warmth that a darker caramel provides.
In all, we enjoyed the food at Noord. I’m not sure it’s going to replace any of our go-to’s, and it’s probably not going to replace Serpico as our newest “eat-here-now” fave, but if they do undergo a menu change next season, you can bet that we’ll be there! Their food was interesting and fun and worth getting to at least once!
serpico played us like a fiddle
t says: g and I were in the mood for a good date-night, but didn’t want to mess around with corkage fees. Fortunately, Serpico had space on a Friday night; we were stoked! We walked in to an essentially empty restaurant, sat down, ordered up some dishes we had never had before, and let the barrage begin …
November 2013, Friday Dinner, Party of 2.

raw fluke: this crazy fluke dish brought a smile to g’s face at first bite as she said “i love it when someone knows what to do with celery”. Apparently that “what” is to shave it and serve it with some fluke so that the vegetal zing and fishy brineness shine against the savory broth. A beautifully balanced dish – bravo! g’s other quote: “you should get in on this or I’m going to eat it all” …

the pig tail special got my attention with gouchuchang – i knew I had to order it. Overall, it was quite impressive, with lots of flavors built on top of an incredibly unctuous slab of meat (and bones). The polenta, soaked in that ridiculously, was so good that my only wish was to have some bread to soak up the drips left over on the plate.

for the main, g and i couldn’t help but repeat the slab of wagyu chuck we had last time. yea – it’s still wicked awesome.

to beef up the roughage of our meal (ha ha – good joke, right?), we went with the fairly expensive vegetable plate (21 dollars!!) There was no way it’d be worth it, right? WRONG. This dish of vegetables was quite filling, with umami bombs (mushrooms), good bitter greens, sweet onions (g love-love-loved the onions), and a reminder the i need to cook more cauliflower. Vedge better watch out, because this stood up to the beef dish, bite for bite.
g and I finished with the rocky road, which was a nice, simple finish to an otherwise “fancy” meal. With chocolate ice cream, toasted marshmallow, and candied nuts, it didn’t stand a chance!
Now, the food at Serpico was fabulous. And, with the BYO-ness, g and I were so deeply engaged in conversation that 2 hours went by *snaps his fingers* just like that! We paid the bill but continued to linger over a cup of coffee. At that 2 hour mark, the general manager came by and politely asked how the meal was, and then offered to buy us a glass of dessert wine. In my head, I figured we were at our limit of EtOH consumption, so I responded, “no thanks! we’re actually just getting ready to leave!”. Just as I said that, it clicked in my head what he had actually said, “May I please offer you another drink – maybe a glass of dessert wine – at our bar?” He was a smooth operator because it did not click in my head that there was actually quite a crowd of people at the bar, all waiting for their dinner reservations. Oops! Our bad! g and I got up and headed towards the door. And on the way out, the GM palmed me his business card and said, “the next time you come in, please just mention me in the reservation – we will be sure to get you a free drink or dessert or something – please – take me up on the offer”. Nice! No hard feelings on our part at all! And maybe – just maybe – we WILL take him up on that offer!
tashan … a fortress of [delicious] solitude
t says: The other day, a and I hit up Tashan for a workday lunch – a had a groupon burning a hole in his pocket and he owed me some payback for some recent wine acquisitions – so it was perfect!
September 2013, Lunch, Party of 2. While a was nice enough to secure a reservation, it turned out that we did not need it at all – we were literally the only occupied table in the joint. But that means that the kitchen could focus entirely on our food, right? Check it out:

a and I didn’t go too creative on the entrees – saag paneer, butter chicken, and that nan-wrapped kobe beef kebab roll. Now, every single item was nicely done – certainly a step up in technique from your standard Indian take-out. Take the Saag paneer for instance – it was whipped to perfection, reaching a state of matter somewhere thicker than a mousse but with a surprising “fluffiness” that I’ve never had in Saag – quite a treat! I kind of preferred Ekta’s depth of flavor in their Butter chicken to Tashan’s, but the chicken cookery, itself, was superior at Tashan. And that kebab thingee was quite delicious – a nice spicy punch in the mouth to make sure you were awake (I’m not sure if being “kobe” really added anything to the beef, as the fat-iliciousness wasn’t really appreciable). Really, I had no problems with any of the food, and by the end of the meal, I was wishing my stomach was larger so it could fit more! Be that as it may, I’m not sure if Tashan is truly giving Indian cuisine the sex appeal that its owner intends (the place’s finishes, layout, and colors remind me of a wannabe nightclub), but I liked the upscale touches on the food. I’m certain that traditionalists will continue to crucify this place for not being “authentic” … but I hope those people buckle up their seatbelts for …

… INDIAN WINE!! dun dun DUN! This is not yo’ momma’s mango lassee. This is real-deal wine from India. AND – they were offering it by the glass, so I just had to try … after ensuring it was really from Indian grapes …

Sooooo … I ordered up a glass of the stuff, being a sucker for Sauvignon Blanc, especially those with petrol/rubber. The server came over and offered me a “taste” at first, warning me that in his experience, not every patron liked the wine. After such a preview, I prepared for something that would taste like a cross between garbage and butt. However, as I swirled and swished, mulling over the flavors, I wasn’t repulsed. He suggested, “a little green, huh?”. I completely disagreed. Actually – this wine was quite good! It was very different than a NZ or CA or French Sauv Blanc – but still had that minerality and acid. There was a more plush stone fruit up front that immediately went to a floral/rubber taste and a hint of grass on the finish. Great evolution of flavor on the palate. We inquired and the server guessed it was in the neighborhood of $10-14 per bottle (if it can be found). At that price, hell yeah I’d buy some more – and I’d bring it to every wine snob’s house and make ’em taste it blind. It’s that much fun! (P.S. if you like chardonnay or Santa Margherita, you’re not going to like this wine).
So overall, this was a great showing by Tashan – and this is without their original chef. a and I were impressed. We are sad, though, that the place was just way too empty; we fear that they’re just not going to be able to stay open with this [lack of] traffic. Such a shame! On the up side, if you wanted to plan a surreptitious romantic meal with no witnesses, then this would be the place to do it. Of course, you’d probably feel like you were on one, even if you were just two friends going to lunch …






