Showing posts with label Westside. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The Journey Ends With Bourdain: We're Not Worthy, Part 2

(**Semi-spoiler alert for any of you who intend to see Bourdain on his Medium Raw tour. Proceed at your own risk.**)

My journey continues and ends here.

The setting was perfect: I fucking love Royce Hall. I remember falling in love with its majestic beauty as a prospective freshman way back in the day, its soaring towers and romanesque arches calling out to me: "Study here, study here..." And so I did. Interestingly enough, it was in my favorite class in my entire experience at UCLA--in a seminar I took my final quarter called History 197K: Asian American Food, History and Culture with Dr. Valerie Matsumoto--that the idea about writing about food came to me. We had multi-faceted discussions about food during our weekly 3 hour seminars and were assigned weekly writing assignments and term papers where we had to explore and analyze menus, family gatherings and cultural food phenomenons. Needless to say, I got an "A."

"You know," Dr. Matsumoto once told me, "you should really consider publishing some of your writing one day. Maybe a collection of short essays about food?" Unfortunately, the information superhighway and blogs weren't as widely available back in the 90's. But it was partly this class and my professor's encouragement and that led me to start Daily Gluttony and become so interested in food culture and food writing in the first place. It was how I came to discover and appreciate food-centric literature including Bourdain's. Seeing Tony Bourdain speak at that same hall that sucked me into becoming a Bruin 20 years ago made me feel like I had come full circle. It was truly magical.

I think I felt my heart skip a beat and a female version of Wayne & Garth's "schwing" when Bourdain--expectedly tall and lanky, wearing a black sportscoat, jeans and tan cowboy boots--took the stage. He started the show talking about food shows and celebrity food personalities. He spared Rachael Ray of too much trash talking because she sent him a fruit basket, but wasn't so nice to everyone's favorite Semi-Ho, Sandra Lee. "Such is the mesmerizing power of pure evil!" Take a look (apologies for the amateur Blair-Witchy footage. My hands were shaky from excitement):



He did a spot-on impersonation of Ina Garten swooning over her dearest Jeffrey, and discussed his admiration for Bizarre Foods' Andrew Zimmern being able to eat animal testicles and scrotums and such day after day without drinking. He likened the reason that people keep watching the Man vs. Food dude stuff his piehole week after week to the reason why people kept watching Siegfried & Roy: we simply keep hoping that the show we're watching is the one in which they're going to die. (Insert LOL here.)

But the part of his show where I nearly choked on my cough drop was when he talked about his experience as a guest judge on Top Chef and when he had to eliminate Dale Talde for his Butterscotch Miso Scallops, a dish he compared to "f*lching Mrs. Buttersworth." Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder? Oh yes, Bourdain did go there. And just as we thought it couldn't get any raunchier than that, Bourdain stopped dead in his tracks, looked over at the spotlighted sign language interpreter sitting in the front and said, "Wait, I wanna know how he does 'f*lching!'" I wasn't able to catch the sign, but needless to say, the interpreter's face turned beet red as the audience roared with laughter.

Bourdain talked about being a daddy to his 3 year old daughter and how being responsible with food is just as important to him now as how good the food tastes. He's seriously concerned about the current state of food processing and fast food: we shouldn't have to worry about whether or not our work area is sanitized with bleach after grinding meat. Nor should we have to worry about giving our children grey, ammonia-laced discs of hamburger meat. It's something that as a parent of a toddler, I lose sleep over every once in awhile too. But fortunately for us parents, Bourdain has the perfect solution: scare kids into never eating from "The Clown, The King or The Colonel." I am totally going to follow his advice and tell Mini Gluttony that eating McDonalds will give him cooties.

He also gave advice on how to be a good traveler; that basically, if you're fortunate enough to find yourself in a place like Thailand, there's no reason you should be going to Starbucks and Planet Hollywood. Go where the locals go and eat what the locals eat--your chances of getting food poisoning is much greater if you eat at the buffet at your major chain hotel than if you eat from the guy hacking up a pig and cooking it up in the back of a van. Asphinctersayswhat? What?!? You heard me. Don't be afraid of street food. Because chances are that the dude preparing that spaghetti bolognese at your chain hotel doesn't give a crap about the food he's preparing. The dude in the back of the van, however, is more likely to be passionate about the food he's making. It's a specialty that he's been been cooking up for the same people in the same neighborhood for God-knows-how-long.

He stressed the importance of being polite to one's hosts when traveling, that if his hosts happened to be serving up puppy heads, he would rather eat the puppy heads than risk offending his hosts. He asked us to compare it to being at our grandma's house. Grandma might serve up some fucked up shit, but we take it with a smile. Why? To quote Bourdain, "It's your fucking grandmother's house."

Bourdain did a Q&A with the audience for the last part of his show in which lots and lots of people lined up at the two microphones they had set up on each level of the auditorium. Bourdain ran out of time before he could even get to half of those lined up, but we did learn alot more interesting facts about our favorite badboy food celebrity:

-His "last meal" used to be roasted bone marrow. Now it is sea urchin with a thin layer of lardo from Marea.

-Singapore Airline's food is about as good as airline food can get.

-His worst memory from No Reservations is the massage at the Uzbekistan bath house.

-Two countries he thinks that more people should visit are Vietnam and Colombia.

-He thinks that New York has an edge over LA when it comes to high end cuisine, but where LA has an edge over New York is its "low end, ethnicky stuff." He'd love to spend time exploring Jonathan Gold's food finds.

-He adores Mario Batali but thinks his PBS show "Spain...On the Road Again" is a total crock because he's traveling with Gwyneth Paltrow, a vegetarian, to a place that probably has the best pork on the planet.

-When asked "Lakers or Celtics," he had to choose Lakers simply because he's a Yankees fan and could not root for anything Boston. (Probably the only part of the show I booed under my breath at since I am not a fan of LA's precious purple and gold. Yeah, whatever.)

-When asked if Giada or Nigella would win in a knife fight, he answered without hesitation: "Nigella."

I wish I could have afforded to shell out $175 for a VIP ticket to meet and get a picture with my food idol. Those special peeps even got a backstage pass looking thing that they could wear around their necks on a lanyard just like Wayne and Garth did when they met Alice Cooper backstage. That's OK though; it was a dream come true even being in the same room as Bourdain. The buildings of Royce Quad glowed against the black sky as we left my alma mater, and I immediately felt inspired...

...to read.

To write.

To cook.

To eat.

To laugh.

To be a better parent.

To appreciate more.

We're not worthy, Tony Bourdain. We are so not worthy.



If you who missed Bourdain speak at UCLA, don't fret. He will be doing another speaking engagement at the Cerritos Center for the Performing Arts on February 18, 2011. Tickets and info are available here.

Friday, November 6, 2009

I OD'ed On Cute--Three Apples: An Exhibition Celebrating 35 Years Of Hello Kitty at Royal/T Cafe, Culver City

Leave it to my childhood homegirl Hello Kitty to throw a birthday party of epic proportions.

She's 35 this year folks, and instead of spending a low-profile, quiet evening at home like I did on my 35th birthday, she's going all out with a three-week-long birthday party at Royal/T Café called "Three Apples: An Exhibition Celebrating 35 Years Of Hello Kitty" in which she celebrates 35 years of being cute, fabulous, a style and pop culture icon, and most of all, a good friend to all us girls whose childhood and adolescent years were defined by orange-scented erasers, stamp sets, stationery, and plush toys all bearing none other than Ms. Kitty herself.
Yes, Royal/T's café still had its normal cosplay cafe menu of coffee, tea, sandwiches and snacks, and its waitresses dressed up in those ridiculously cute brown and white maid uniforms, but for this special occasion, they stepped it up a notch with a special Hello Kitty themed menu. I just had to have the Hello Kitty's Kawaii High Tea which included a pot of tea, two tramezzini complete with Hello Kitty grill marks, smoked salmon and spicy tuna canapé, a couple of mini cupcakes donning (*eek*) Hello Kitty rings, a mini brownie and green tea cake, and topped with my favorite...a Hello Kitty sugar cookie! It wasn't exactly a bargain at $25, and not haute cuisine by any means, but so worth all the girly giggles it gave me. Individual Hello Kitty themed food items such as the tramezzini and Hello Kitty shaped pancakes and waffles are also available and just as kawaii.

My husband wanted to order something more manly--as in a burger off the café's normal menu--but he still ate off my tea set. He was too embarrassed to show his face eating the cutesy sandwiches.

Nor did he find it amusing when I asked him to try on one of my Hello Kitty rings.

After we ate, it was time to celebrate some more by exploring the Hello Kitty art and artifacts exhibits at Royal/T. Everything was so freaking adorable that I OD'ed on all the cuteness, died and went to Hello Kitty heaven.

All the artwork was absofreakinglutely insane, and ranged from morbid to fabulous (a la Lady Gaga)

And I wished I could take all the Hello Kitty stuff displayed throughout the gallery home with me.

Look, they even have a Hello Kitty apartment! Every girl needs one of these!

But my absolute favorite part of the exhibition was seeing a ton of vintage Hello Kitty merchandise from the 70's and 80's that I either used to own or remember seeing as a kid. Those were the good old days.

Happy 35th Birthday to my old friend. You haven't aged one bit, and are still as cute as ever. Thanks for all the good times and good memories, and here's to many more happy years to come. Peace and love!

Three Apples is running daily from 10 am to 10 pm at Royal/T Café until November 15th. Please visit my SmugMug album for more photos of my visit to Three Apples!

Three Apples: An Exhibition Celebrating 35 Years of Hello Kitty
(at Royal/T Café)
8910 Washington Blvd
Culver City, CA 90232
(310) 559-6300
www.royal-t.org
www.sanrio.com/threeapples

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

MEOW: Kid Friendly, Palate Friendly - Tavern, Brentwood

In a part of town where there are as many Bugaboos roaming the streets as there are Bimmers and Benzes, the finer things in life are must-haves for adults and ankle-biters alike. Dining is certainly no exception. And though I am by no means a Bimmer-driving, Bugaboo-pushing kind of mommy, I am still a mommy. Once in a while, this mommy likes to treat herself and her little munchkin to something a little more upscale than homemade butternut squash pureé.

Recently, a visit from my friend S and her better half was the perfect excuse for myself and some other mommy and daddy friends of ours to check out Tavern, the newest venture by Suzanne Goin and Caroline Styne of Lucques and A.O.C. fame. It was here at this Brentwood eatery that I had my latest MEOW (MEal Of the Week).

Whereas I'd rather eat chain fast food for a month straight than attempt to bring my little one to A.O.C. on any given night, bringing the little guy into this rustic neighborhoody joint was no problem at all. Tavern's main dining room, an airy, indoor version of Lucque's patio dressed in shades of off-white, sage, and goldenrod was all abuzz with thirty somethings, senior citizens, teens and kids alike on this particular Saturday afternoon. I did have to carry our Zippy down a couple steps into the sunken room which wasn't a problem for us but could potentially be if any family wanted to bring wheelchair bound Grammy or Grampy to eat; the people at Tavern, however, quickly made up for that small inconvenience by setting up our metal-studded table for eight adults plus three high chairs with space to park the stroller right alongside as an added bonus.

But the thing that impressed me the most as a food whoring mom was Tavern's menu. Full of the fresh seasonal fare that one could only expect of the Goin-Styne partnership, the menu presents a nice variety of salads, sandwiches, burgers and main courses for lunch as well as a separate menu for their "Little Tavernistas." Wait, rewind...what? That's right, a kid's menu from the A.O.C./Lucques peeps! I gotta be honest--they're not particularly the best value at $5 for a plate of veggies to $10 for a main dish (I could treat my son to this stuff on a regular basis OR afford to send him to college one day. Hmm...) but it's definitely a lifesaver for a busy mommy trying to rush out the door and haul ass to the westside to meet some friends for a nice lunch with baby in tow.

My little tyke shared an order of Jules' Meatloaf and Mash and a side of Olivia's Steamed Broccoli with his 14 month old homegirl. Placed on white dinnerware that had to be kept in the middle of our table and out of little arms' reach for obvious reasons, the tennis ball-sized tomato sauce topped meatloaf and dollop of mashed potatoes looked like something that could have been served at a retirement community Early Bird Special. But for the kids, the small and simple presentation was perfect, the texture perfectly moist for those tiny gummy mouths the flavor surprisingly satisfying for the parents who finished off what the little ones couldn't. Their plate of steamed broccoli was actually a plate of broccolini which were also surprisingly not devoid of flavor but because of their long al dente stalks, more suitable for older kids or adults than the infant or toddler set. On the other end of our table, our friends' toddler was enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich which was grilled to a perfect golden brown though I'm pretty sure that didn't matter so much to the little cutie. For future visits, it's great to know that we'll have more dishes the little ones can try: Pasta with Butter & Parmesan (parsley purposefully withheld), Mac & Cheese, Crispy Chicken with Mozzarella & Prosciutto, or the Half-Sized Tavern Burger to name a few.

Of course leftover meatloaf, mashed potatoes and broccolini weren't the only things I'd lunched on. I started with the restaurant's soup of the day which was a sweet corn chowder with hints of chile and topped with an avocado puree. A soup which my 11 month old, by the way, kept grabbing for as he liked it so much.

Being a cholesterol and sodium lover's delight, I wouldn't let him touch my "Spaniarde" sandwich--a sandwich of mahon cheese, spicy and salty lomo, nutty romesco, sweet quince all nestled between grilled bread and topped with a fried egg--which I ate with a fork and knife so as to not get so much runny egg yolk on my hands since they were pretty full already with you-know-who. It was delicious, but too heavy of a sandwich for everyday eating (at least for me!)

Their "Pork, Pork, Pork" Burger with a ground pork, bacon and chorizo patty served with manchego cheese and romesco was an excellent tribute to the pig in burger format and a unanimous favorite at our table. I couldn't help but think, however, that this burger sounds just a tad similar to a certain well-regarded burger at a certain other joint in town which I actually haven't had myself, and am now wondering which one of the two would win in a triple pork burger smackdown. (Post for another day perhaps?) I also had a bite of their turkey burger, which at many other places would just be an absolute bore, but Tavern's version was a nicely seasoned, all-around good burger.

I'm really excited about Tavern, both as a mommy and as a food-lover. I'm excited to bring my little monster back here maybe to have breakfast or brunch which I hear is in the works or maybe to have coffee and pick up some take-away case goods at the adjoining larder. I'm also excited to try their dinner and bar menu perhaps sans baby as I'm already drooling over items like their fried oyster and bacon brochette with tabasco aioli, fava bean puree with pecorino, olives and toast, and porkchop with cornbread, chorizo, and spiced maple syrup. I think I'd just want to enjoy dinner and drinks without having to clean cheerios up off the floor afterwards. Anyone care to babysit?


Tavern
11648 San Vicente Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90049
(310) 806-6464
www.tavernla.com

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Rock Star Lunch Tour, Day Four: I Am So Money, Kiriko Sushi, West LA

So the ten dollar Sapp Coffee Shop Thai boat noodles and Scoops ice cream lunch was really good and all, but who am I kidding?

Rock stars spend money.

That's just what we do. It's in our blood. I don't care if I'm spending the whole advance on my album sales, I gotta have a cool crib, fly threads, a nice ride--wait, i mean nice rides (plural), and expensive lunches. My Money Manager loooved when I went to Sapp & Scoops the other day and had lunch and dessert for cheap. But when I went to Kiriko Sushi on Day Four of my Rock Star Lunch Tour??? Not so much.

This time instead of dining solo, I lunched with my girlfriend C who, being a rock star herself, loves to buy lots of things too. And that's probably the reason why after settling in at this tiny Sawtelle sushi bar, we decided not to go with some of the more moderate lunch choices like the sashimi, nigiri sushi or hand roll lunch combinations which hover around the $20 range and went straight for the bling: a $36 omakase lunch.

Now most normal working folk would certainly gawk at a thirty-six dollar lunch (more like forty-five after you add in tax and tip, and even more if you get drinks) since that's pretty much lunch for an entire week spent in one day. But c'mon, when you have money to spend like all us rock stars, big time producers, B-movie actors, actor-model-waiters and trophy wives, thirty six bucks for an omakase lunch coming from a quality restaurant is nothing! A mere drop in the bucket for ten pieces of melt-in-your-mouth sushi which on this particular day included bluefin tuna, toro, Japanese yellowtail, Japanese red snapper, Spanish mackerel, sea scallop, house-smoked salmon with caviar, sea eel and a blue crab handroll, all extremely fresh and of excellent quality. Heck, even if you're not a C-list celebrity or above, it's still worth getting considering the same type of meal would probably be at least twice as much at dinner time.


After getting ripped a new one by my Money Manager for living such an extravagant lifestyle when my debut album hasn't even dropped yet, I told him not to worry 'cause I'm the shizz. I'll sell so many records I'll be able to afford lunch and dinner at Kiriko every day.

Kiriko Sushi
11301 Olympic Blvd. #102
Los Angeles, CA 90064
(310) 478-7769
www.kirikosushi.com
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