Showing posts with label Berkeley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Berkeley. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Love at First Bite Cupcakery, Berkeley CA



Located in an attractive sidestreet near the famous Chez Panisse in Berkeley’s gourmet ghetto you could almost walk by Love at First Bite without noticing – unless of course you were a foodie who thinks “hmm, I bet I have room for a cupcake” every time you see a new bake shop – especially one advertising “made with love and other fine ingredients.” Reading their dialogue inside the shop (and on the website) stating “we make our baked goods from scratch, using premium ingredients including Madagascar bourbon and Mexican vanillas, Saigon cinnamon, Guittard, Callebaut and Schokinag chocolates and cocoa, and real butter, milk and eggs from local dairies” and having skipped dessert at the disastrous Chez Panisse café I couldn’t help but try one…or two.

Unpretentious and attractive on the inside, I quite liken this place to Yummy cupcakes in Santa Monica and Magnolia in New York in that the owner was present and I could see the team mixing flour, butter, eggs, and ingredients in the back room right before my eyes while the cupcakes were being pulled out of ovens and placed on pedestals near the window. Reading the online menu it appears I only saw a fraction of what Love at First Bite had to offer (thank goodness, else my 2 cupcake order may have turned into a dozen.)

With prices better than Miette, Citizen Cake, or even Kara’s (not to mention Sprinkles, Crumbs, and Vanilla) and equal or large cakes, I opted for the Red Velvet and the Mud Pie – and almost ordered a slice of the banana pudding, but refrained when I saw the massive size served to a customer in front of me.

The Red Velvet was fantastic and sits at #2 on my all-time list – just behind the impossibly perfect version that I received warm from the oven at Bouchon Bakery Las Vegas. The most chocolately yet airy cake topped with a fragrant (rose water vs. lavender?) cream cheese frosting – pure bliss in a cupcake. I found the red-hot on top to be particularly cute, although unnecessary.

The second cupcake, Mudpie, was actually fresh from the oven and still warm – and absolutely wonderful. Chocolate Devils food, mocha frosting with a hint of coffee flavor, and topped with Oreo cookie crumbles – at half the price of Citizen Cake’s Mocha Mi Su, this cupcake bested it in texture, taste, and overall appeal – it even tasted more “tiramisu-like” than the CC item, despite not trying to do so.

When it was all said and done, my sweet tooth was satisfied, though after tasting the wonderful cakes I almost wish I’d have gotten a collection of mini’s instead. Not overloaded with frosting like some, not dry and boring like others, plus a friendly owner and none of those asinine lines you deal with at Magnolia or Sprinkles? Sounds good to me. Next time – Chocolate Malt Ball, Monkey Love, PB Affair, and Hummingbird will get their place in the spotlight of my palate.

Chez Panisse Cafe, Berkeley CA



Alice Waters needs no introduction – an innovator, a pioneer, a champion of the locally-grown/sustainable/organic movement, possibly a genius and certainly one of the most important names in American (and especially Californian) Cuisine. I’ve read Chef Waters books and have the utmost respect for her work from the kitchen to the Edible school yard. With that said, I was thrilled when I managed to secure lunch reservations at Chez Panisse Café for 3 people at 1:30pm on 02/18/09. I was thrilled when I saw the building, I was thrilled when I saw the menu, I was thrilled when I climbed the stairs, saw the kitchen, and sat down at our table. Perhaps my expectations were too high because I’m sure my thoughts will meet much dissention here, but honestly I don’t care – Chez Panisse Café is terribly overrated, overpriced, and vastly oversold on itself based on the hype generated by the restaurant downstairs.

While attractive, the main dining area of Chez Panisse Café was not only incredibly loud, but also incredibly crowded with booths along one wall and tables filling most of the interior space. Sitting with my mother and aunt at the table near the kitchen I will admit the view was great, but we could distinctly hear the conversations of three other tables – none of whom were related, but seemed to be increasing their volume in order to be heard over the hum of the rest of the patrons. Handed our menus by Karen on the way in we’d made up our mind after about 5 minutes but had not yet seen a server. Another 5 minutes passed before our server finally appeared – an aloof and unhelpful man named Cale – to take drink orders. Wine was offered (declined) and two iced teas and a water were orders – two iced teas that didn’t taste much better than Lipton and cost $5 each.

Cale disappeared and another waiter brought our drinks and some house bread – a decent (albeit cold with colder butter) whole wheat sourdough. The bread was eaten and then the plate was removed – no refill offered, though given the quality I’d have not eaten more anyhow. Cale finally returned around 1:55 to take our orders, myself selecting two appetizers (one as a main,) my aunt selecting the pizza, and my mom selecting the chicken breast. Cale stopped my mother mid-sentence to say “we’re out of the breast, but we’re preparing the same dish with a leg cooked the same way so it is just as good.” My mother declined and instead selected the pizza as she doesn’t like dark meat and as Cale left we sat there trying to figure out what kind of magical chicken Chez Panisse serves that tastes has leg that tastes like breast.

After about 15 minutes my first dish arrived – along with my main and my mother and aunt’s pizza. As my salad was served cold I opted to start with the warm pizzetta served with Tomato sauce, spicy Monterey Bay Squid, and Marjoram. While the crust was relatively crispy and the squid clearly very fresh, the sauce was actually quite bland and I detected no spice aside from the overly pungent oregano/pine taste of the Marjoram. A decent stab at “California Pizza” with wonderfully fresh ingredients, it simply wasn’t that good and quite small for the $14.00 price tag.

My second dish, Bob's Cardoons and Potatoes with Black Truffles and Egg fared slightly better than the pizzetta and the cardoons were excellent in flavor, texture, and preparation. Unfortunately, aside from the Cardoons, the rest of the dish was highly mediocre with cold/mushy potatoes, an overly cooked egg, and…I guess the black dots were truffles, though they certainly weren’t flavorful or aromatic. At $11 this dish felt like a rip off, especially compared to the stellar truffle/egg preparation for $14 at Boulevard.

As mediocre and overpriced as my dishes were, the Pizza ordered by my mother and aunt lowered the bar further. At $18:50, the Pizza with Rocket Salad and Parmesan, was essentially a round of crispy cheese bread that did not taste much better than Little Caesars Crazy Bread with a giant salad of Arugula tossed on top. Again, very fresh ingredients aside, the dish was pretty sparse and ridiculously priced with its only saving grace the high quality Parmesan cheese on top.

At some point during the meal Karen (who seated us) blatantly grabbed another server to refill the water jug since Cale was nowhere to be found – a server who managed to knock my empty glass over and hit me with the jug in the shoulder in one classic maneuver – but my mother’s iced tea sat empty for a good 10 minutes before it was recharged. Meals finished we sat and waited for a some time while watching the kitchen operate with flawless precision (chopping, plating, mixing, etc) before Cale finally reappeared and handed us dessert menus. Already quite discontented with the experience we’d had dessert was declined and the bill was delivered – with the added 17% gratuity mentioned on the menu. While I am not a fan of automatic gratuity in general since the concept of a tip is that better service gets a better tips and automatic inclusion provides no incentive to perform better than average, I was particularly insulted by this addition and the line that allowed for “added gratuity” considering just how bad the service really was.

All told, this was the worst meal I’ve had anywhere in a long time and by FAR the worst meal I had on my trip to California. Poor service, average food, high prices, automatic gratuity, and a whole lot of pretense. While I still respect Chef Waters and her concepts, I think perhaps she should spend a bit of time at the café to see how things are going. At some point I’ll be back in San Francisco and perhaps I’ll check out the Mothership – but given my memories of the café, perhaps not.