Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Ost Cafe, Moishe's poppy seed strudel
Dessert Del Posto
Cotechino del Posto
Foie at Jean Georges
Fried som tom at Thailand Center Point
Lunch special in Sunset Park
quail at Husk
New Catch at Russ and Daughters
golden russet apples
lunch with Andy at Public
Grandma Slice at Ny Suprema Pizza
3 gorditas for $6 Rancho los Compadres
Chia and pupusa
Ippudo lunch set
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Pok Pok opened in Portland, Oregon, in 2005 as a side-of-the-road shack selling a few Thai street food-inspired items, but it didn't stay a secret for very long. In just a year, chef Andy Ricker's to-go window and rotisserie with just a few outdoor benches transformed into a full restaurant in his adjacent home on Division Street. And this was before anyone had ever tasted the Vietnamese fish sauce wings, now a cultish dish.
From the onset, the goal of Pok Pok was to change how people thought about Thai food. When I worked in the kitchen, chef Ricker insisted that it wasn't a Thai restaurant per se, though most of the food served there is Thai. The full restaurant found its legs when the Oregonian named it restaurant of the year in 2007. The crowds have not since diminished.
With so many people waiting for tables, in 2009 Ricker decided to open Whiskey Soda Lounge across the street, a bar and snack spot for Pok Pok diners-to-be or those too hungry to wait. It's also a place to try exciting dishes that might not fly at Pok Pok: think five-spice stewed and fried chitlins or curry brains cooked in banana leaf. After all, you wouldn't want to ruin your appetite before you head across the street, but how could a few snacks hurt! What was once Whiskey Soda Lounge, retained just the name Pok Pok.
As a former cook of the restaurant, I recently visited my old kitchen, which has changed dramatically since I left a little over a year ago.
In the ground floor space, many pots were bubbling away. Kaeng hung leh, the Burmese-influenced sweet northern Thai curry of pork shoulder and belly, cooked alongside peanut sauce and raspberry drinking vinegar. Each cook had plenty of counter space (not the case when I was there) and even better, they didn't have to fight with Iggy, the daytime hot line cook, for the only gas ranges. Carrying 20 quarts of hot liquid down steep backyard stairs was no longer a necessary hazard—everything could just go out the back garage door to the cooler.
Outside the kitchen on the other side of the bar, they have two "bia wun" or "jelly beer" machines. Two plastic barrels made to look like wood, with elephants carved into them, are attached to a base with a motor that makes them spin. Bottles of Singha beer get submerged into water, ice, and salt until they're frozen a few minutes later. Tap the bottom, open the top, insert extra long straw and voila "bia wun" or "jelly beer." The beer goes opaque and slushy, a 22-ounce bottle was great to pass around the shaded back patio.
The jelly beer machine is just one of the many items that chef Ricker has brought back with him from Thailand. He has also lugged back a bird rotisserie, multiple coconut presses, spices (Northern Laap spice and fermented bean discs were stacked to the ceiling) and chiles, and of course the recipes. I remember unloading the new rotisserie and coconut presses from the truck when I worked there. Oof!
After getting the slushy beer demo, I watched kitchen manager Brian Marcum fill bottle after bottle of drinking vinegar. Initially, Andy bought up any drinking vinegar that was available at Portland's Asian markets—now they make most of it themselves. I remember small test batches with strawberries when I was there; the operation has obviously grown since then.
Back in the Whiskey Soda Lounge kitchen, one of the cooks was frying chicken wings. The restaurant makes 1,800 pounds of the wings each week to supply WSL and Pok Pok. That number will likely grow with Pok Pok Noi, the upcoming take-out spot slated to open in North Portland 2011.
They now have a vacuum tumbler to reduce marinating time from 24 hours to one. Instead of carrying the wings upstairs to cut, then downstairs to marinate, then upstairs to fry, then back downstairs to cool (only to return upstairs to freeze) they're all prepped in one place in massive fryers and wheeled to the nearby freezer. How luxurious!
Ricker was actually in Thailand during my visit; he visits often. Five years ago, he had a house with a food stall—now it's a full-blown restaurant, adjacent bar and production kitchen, a downtown Asian pub called Ping, a Pok Pok take-outerie opening soon, a cookbook in the works, and a 2010 James Beard best chef Northwest nomination.
Whiskey Soda Lounge
Back Forty's Pozole Verde
1 half pig head rinsed well, or two jowls (call your butcher ahead of time to order)
2 pig trotters (same deal as above)
4 pounds pork ribs
2 onions, halved
1 head of garlic, halved
2 stalks of celery
2 pounds dried pozole corn (descabezado, with the tip or pedicil removed)
2 1/2 tablespoons cal, slaked lime powder (available at Kalustyan's)
6 jalapeños, stems removed and chopped
1 cup hulled pumpkin seeds
10 bibb or romaine lettuce leaves
10 red mustard greens (kale or chard are fine, too)
1 pound tomatillos, husks removed
1 bunch cilantro, roots and stems chopped
1/4 cup vegetable oil
salt, to taste
Put the half pig head, trotters, and ribs in a large pot and cover with cold water. Over high heat, bring to a boil, then reduce heat to a low simmer, skimming any foam or scum that appears. Add onions, garlic, carrots and celery, and simmer 2 1/2 to 3 hours, or until a knife can go into the meat easily. Remove the meat, strain the stock, and let cool.
Pick the meat, fat, and cartilage from the head and trotters. Rough chop or shred head and trotter, cut ribs (removing bones if you'd like), then set everything aside. (This part can be done up to a week in advance.)Soak the pozole in a large bowl of water overnight, and drain. Fill a stainless steel pot with 2 quarts water and, over high heat, bring to a boil. Dissolve the cal in the boiling water, and add the pozole corn. Bring the pot to a boil, then reduce to simmer for about fifteen minutes, or until the corn is yellow and their skins loose. Drain the corn in a colander, and rinse thoroughly under cold water. Rub kernels between hands to remove any remaining skin. Put corn in pot and cover with cold water by three inches. Bring to a gentle simmer, and once corn begins to soften and "flower" or "pop," you may salt and cook it until your desired tenderness (approximately 1 to 2 1/2 hours). Strain, and reserve liquid. (This part can be done a few days in advance.)
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Taiwanese shaved ice at Yee Mei Fong Bakery
Queens always seemed like where people moved before they ended up in Long Island. My aunt and uncle talk of there sweltering Forest Hills apartment that preceded there Dix Hills homes. My recently married cousin also lives in Forest Hills, I imagine Long Island isn't too far off. I am aware that both Queens and Brooklyn are in Long Island, but I figured the likelihood of time in Brooklyn far outweighed my chances of hot days in Queens. I hated the Mets as a kid, the World's Fair ain't happening anymore, and aside from airports why bother. So I thought.
Here I am one year into my New York residence, still no NY license, and I'd like to apologize to the borough of Queens. I never imagined that on my valuable days off I'd be craving your goods. Your diversity of food astounds me. I crumble before your food. I crave your acceptance and hope to understand you. To my home borough of Manhattan and my former desired borough of Brooklyn, I'm sorry. From what I can tell, you're great, Bronx and Staten I'm sure are amazing too. But, Queens please don't wait for me. I'm coming soon.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Yelled at the chef today.
Undercooked eggplants, excuse me? First of all, they were perfect. Secondly, I can stop caring any second you want. Family meal can leap back into the Dark Ages. Eggplant salad and grilled pork. You're going to come up here and talk shit? Someone else say something about family meal. Please, take the one thing that makes my workday worthwhile. I insist.
Girlfriend is on vacation and what does a disgruntled brunch cook eat on a Friday night?
Still not lunch, but this will do anytime. The pickles are spicy, so this covers the flavor spectrum. Hot, sour, salty, sweet, and let's not forget bitter. Provecho!
For anyone not at home watching "Man Push Cart" alone with a cilantro pickle bagel and a tamarind whiskey drink, maybe you're out at one of the many Inwood bodegas. Guzman Food Market down the leisurely Sherman Ave.,and past the whitewashed iron work, was near capacity with the Yankee game blaring. A tamarindo there and I was on my way. The doorman and I exchanged goodbyes. The yellow metal marquee box glowed where its multicolored bulbs would allow. The red top and trim gave me the proper accompanying drink to match my low-priced boubon. One can yields three cocktails.
The bagel was from my morning Bagel Boss stop way down by the 1st Ave L stop. Just above 15th. They were a bit less seedy than I prefer, but for an oversize bagel it is tasty and the only real option near work. But seeds on both sides which for me is crucial for a respectable bagel joint.
Family meal was Pok Pok style, or at least my interpretation with what the restaurant has as far as thai ingredients. The bottle of Squid brand fish sauce at my side I worked my way through the large silver mixing bowl of pork chops, ribs, bones scrap, pancetta scraps, and other assorted chunks from various whereabouts. Thai chiles were replaced with jalapenos and a micoplane functioned as my mortar and pestle. Fish sauce, ginger, black pepper, garlic, jalapeno, lemon juice, and some sugar soon coated the pork. Some was reserved as sauce for the grilled meat. The last of the acorn squash, whose skin had changed to orange, had been pureed and then made its way into a thickened curry. The powder was of undistinguished origin and simply said curry powder. The last dish was a roasted eggplant salad, the one the chef said looked underdone. Whole Japanese eggplants grilled until just barely soft then sliced into rounds and topped with lime fish sauce dressing, hard-boiled egg, red onion instead of shallot, mint, cilantro, fried garlic, and fried shallots. It was all served with Uncle Ben's brown rice.
Hours later after Shabbat candles, La Croix du Prieur rose from the bottle, tamarind whiskey, bagel supper, a smoke in the tub while watching Daily Show I did everything in my capacity to mellow myself for the weekend of Mother's brunch. I needed a night cap. Since summer arrived I had not had a crappy chocolate wafer ice cream sandwich. So I went to my second bodega of the evening. The Yankee game was long over at Zuley Deli Superette, but the crowd was still alive. The Broadway and Dongan Pl. establishment had no doorman. They did have ice cream sandwiches. Hershey's Mighty Mini to be exact, not that it was different from any other versions. Two for $.70 was just what I had in mind.
Anything else need to be done? No, don't worry, everyone thinks we're gonna fail. So I feel great. Just don't undercook the eggplant and we'll be fine. Maybe it's the Evan Williams talking, but fuck brunch! What I mean to say is those ice cream sandwiches were all right.
One of these days we'll have lunch.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
I sleep with food, or does it sleep with me. Anyhow, it is Sunday which means I am tired and hungry.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
While in a frenzy of crying caused by lack of direction and confidence I declared to my girlfriend that the only thing I'm good at is lunch. So, here I am.