I try to do my restaurant reviewing in an organic way. I mean, I experience the restaurant and food and experience as a regular customer (which I am) and don’t go in with a hyper-analytical, hair-splitting eye. I let the experience come to me. I have eaten enough good food around the world and have developed my palate enough to be able to have a good gauge of quality. I don’t have to ruin my meal by only examining the quality of every better by everyone at the table. I take the feedback that naturally arises in conversation, couple it with my opinion and if there is enough information gathered, review!
Such was the case last Thursday when I met up with my friend M & S for dinner. Whenever I get the opportunity or make the opportunity to go out to dinner, I try to go someplace I have never been. I snag a lot of items off the 7X7 list of 100 places you need to eat before you die or off our own list of places we want to go or have heard buzz about. For dinner with M&S I suggested a few spots, but could get reservations for none of them, so I suggested Anchor & Hope. Their “Angels on Horseback” were on the 7×7 list and since I haven’t eaten a lot of oysters in my life, I figured it would be a fun try!
I made the reservations more than a week in advance and so I felt I had a reasonable expectation of a decent table. Assumption wrong. We were in the worst possible location. A four top at the corner where the walkway from the front door turns to go to the restroom. The same path goes along the bar, so we had bar traffic. And the same path goes to the kitchen, to which we were the most closely seated. There was no safe seat at the table except mine which I procured only because I was the first to arrive. My seat was securely tucked back amongst the other tables. M’s seat was on the main walkway, S’s seat on the restroom side walkway. The other chair was not safe to inhabit. Both of them got bumped into numerous times. About halfway through the dinner, the hostess came and asked us if she could take the fourth chair from our table to be used elsewhere. M was not impressed by this since there were several empty tables around. Those tables would be occupied by the time we left, but initially, it seemed like an odd move. The restaurant space is beautiful, old warehouse, rustic styling.
But we didn’t come to admire architecture (and it was not that admirable anyways), we came to drink wine and eat. The wine list is very extensive and written in the smallest most painful to read type ever. I finally understood how my mom feels when she reads things. It was downright impossible. So I made M decide. He got a crisp, clean, light white. Of a variety I cannot really recall. It was good, but our waiter was never present enough to keep our glasses full. M ended up having to do the majority of the pouring. Which inherently is not bad, but it just furthered the sense of us being in the worst seat in the house. We got paid attention to like second class citizens (until the bill that is).
I insisted we get the “Angels on Horseback”, even though none of us was particularly an oyster person. When they came, none of us were impressed. I thought maybe because I can’t eat the remoulade sauce that I somehow missed an element, but M insisted the sauce added nothing, having tasted a bit with and without. The bacon was only luke warm, but crisp, and not exactly flavorful. The oysters were fine but not profound either. They were so average that it made me really skeptical about how it ended up on the 7×7 list in the first place.
M ordered the Asparagus salad which were arranged like Lincoln Logs with a Soft-Boiled Egg pearched on the top. Since I am allergic to eggs, we played a game of pick up sticks to see if I could get an asparagus out without breaking the egg. Success. It was a good asparagus. The full salad combination went over with the others and was dubbed successful.
Our main dishes were as varied as we are. M go the spice seared ahi tuna, S got the fish and chips and I got the local sole with nettle puree, parsnips and spring garlic (I think, I can’t actually remember anything but the nettle puree and sole). M said his meal was good. S liked her fish and very thick cut chips, which I tasted and agreed were quite delicious. My sole was excellent. It reminded me why I like sole so much. The nettle puree was complex, spicy, a rollercoaster of good flavor. Not nearly enough for for me though. It was a very small portion, which of course I expect at fine-dining restaurants. But usually I don’t have to go home after I eat at a restaurant and eat again. And it wasn’t even a hard training day and so my appetite was considerably light.
For dessert M&S each got a glass of wine and we tried to enjoy the evening but it just continued to feel like a place we didn’t want to linger. Our table, the ambiance, our service did not lend itself to feeling welcome or relaxed. We asked the server for the bill and M and I tried to do math to work out the bill. He put his card on the table and the server swooped in to get it, but we weren’t ready as we were still calculating how much cash I was putting down. The only time our server was attentive was with the bill. The bill was not a welcome sight either, $198 for 3 people for what we got seemed a bit steep for what we got. It definitely was not worth that price.
The food was average in general and well below average for that price point. The service was uninspired and the whole experience ended up feeling like, “why did we even bother?” I didn’t hate it, no the food was fine. But it was appallingly average.
When I finally took my stuff out of storage a few months ago, I was really excited to be reunited with some fun kitchen gadgets and at long last have the opportunity to DIY a few things I spend a good deal of money on. Two of the things I love most making at home are Kombucha and Ice Cream. Kombucha is so easy to make when you have a little bit of space and patience and I can make a gallon for less than the cost of one store bought bottle. I bottled my first batch today and look forward to starting my second (double) batch tomorrow. Ice Cream, particularly non-dairy/non-soy, is a bit more pricey in the store as well and I buy at least one pint of Coconut Bliss a week, so making it at home definitely helps to reduce cost. Plus, it is fun and delicious. I love freshly churned ice cream that has never seen the freezer.
Needlesstosay, I was stoked to get my ice cream maker out of storage along with my other belongings. After having some homemade lemon ice cream at a friends house a month or so ago, I was reminded of my own ice cream maker that I had unpacked in haste and promptly neglected. I decided I would go home and try to recreate my beloved Coconut Bliss ice cream and tailor it to my desired flavor profile. I wanted plain vanilla ice cream with peanut butter and dark chocolate swirls. While Coconut Bliss has a Chocolate Peanut Butter variety, I don’t like chocolate ice cream (which is what that is).
My plans to make ice cream were quickly thwarted when I realized that the freezer bowls necessary for making the ice cream were lost when I moved out of my previous apartment. Thankfully, Maddy who had made the delicious lemon ice cream a few weeks earlier, lent me one of her two bowls and I back in business.
The first batch I did a combination of Organic Coconut Milk, vanilla agave and a bit of guar gum. Straight out of the machine it was tasty. I mixed in some peanut butter chips and dark chocolate chips but their flavors failed to pop. The ice cream itself was tasty but when frozen overnight became a bit icy.
The second go created a winner. Start out with two cans of Organic Coconut Milk (Thai Kitchen variety- full fat!), added 8 tbsps of regular agave and 1 tbsp of good brandy. Why brandy? Well I was going to use vanilla bean but somewhere between the bulk spice section and check out it got lost and didn’t make it home with me (thankfully it also didn’t make it on the bill either). The Baker suggested a splash of brandy would do the trick for the flavor I was looking for. And it really did. For the cost of a splash of brandy, it made the batch much more reasonable in price considering vanilla beans cost about $3.40 a piece!
While the ice cream churned away, we melted over low heat a handful of organic dark chocolate chips, stirring constantly. Just about when the ice cream was done we slowly drizzled it down into the still churning ice cream. It pretty much immediately froze in thin crisp flakes which was exactly what we wanted. We then drizzled peanut butter in the same manner. Flipped off the machine, served ourselves bowls of soft pillowy coconut dark chocolate peanut butter ice cream. It was out of sight.
It cannot be forgotten than coconut milk and dark chocolate have some great health benefits, so while this dessert is indulgent, it is not simply a loaded sugar bomb. We may have earned a heartier helping by running 30 miles that day, but I’d readily eat this ice cream guilt free on a rest day too. I also like the fact that it had so few ingredients and that it had neither dairy or soy. The total cost of the batch was less than $6.00 and produced about 2.5 pints worth of coconut ice cream.
It is easy to forget in our fast paced lives just how easy (and money saving) it can be to make our favorite things at home. I look forward to all sorts of kitchen adventures coming soon. But first, more ice cream flavors….
Big bowl of heaven
