Monday, March 23, 2009

Little Next Door, Los Angeles CA


I love the idea of French bistro fare…alas we lack any such thing in most parts of the Midwest and specifically in Columbus – you’d be lucky to find a viable quiche let alone a crouque, terrine, or éclair. When deciding where to eat lunch on my shopping/browsing day in Los Angeles I’d originally thought sushi but after the excessive bill at Providence and an upcoming big meal with an old friend at Valentino I opted to go somewhat cheaper and look into the local French fare – specifically someplace that served Foie Gras terrine, Croque Madame, and pastry…a quick perusal of the net indicated that The Little Next Door was just the place.

Having heard mixed reviews of The Little Door in the past I admit there was some skepticism walking up to the jam packed bistro with its cute outdoor patio, but after seeing the food I figured I was in for a treat. Seated indoors by choice due to the loudness outside I chuckled as I made my way to the table and saw two oddly dressed poet-sorts rehearsing a script or play in the corner. I chuckled again later when I overheard the ladies at neighboring table discussing their heroin addict rocker boyfriends – like French Bistro fare, we lack these things in the places I’ve frequented in Ohio.

Greeted promptly by my server Ounaida I was reminded that despite the French name I was indeed in So-Cal and the multicultural kitchen staff furthered this notion – thankfully, however, the service and preparations were every bit on par with the authentic French staff of Butler and Chef in San Francisco. After listening to descriptions of the multiple specials of the day including a rabbit terrine and a duck confit sandwich I placed my orders I was brought a glass of water and a tasty French baguette that was cut and served with butter. As I waited for my food I stood up and browsed around the larder-esque interior which was laden with myriad jams, meats, preserves, terrines, pastries, and wines available to take home.

After approximately 10 minutes my first course arrived along with a guess that I was “not from around here” by my waitress. When I inquired about this assertion she stated that people don’t often order the foie gras for “ethical reasons.” Without getting into ‘food ethics’ – essentially the reason I avoid beef – I simply smiled and shrugged…and proceeded to enjoy a very good example of how a foie gras terrine should be done. Served with apricot puree and port reduction plus warm brioche toast points the terrine was smooth and cool, fatty and spreadable without being oily, and quite flavorful. While the brioche certainly wasn’t in line with the versions at TFL or Aqua, it was serviceable and buttery while the port reduction was sweet and savory and the apricot puree slightly sour with good texture. Served with a micro-salad with vinegar I rather would have liked something crisper as an accent, but at $18 the portion and quality were quite appropriate.

Finishing up my Foie, my second dish arrived relatively quickly and once again with a salad like the version with the Foie. The Little Next Door’s Croque Madame with an organic farm fresh egg was another good dish, though certainly not on par with that of Bouchon or The Butler and the Chef. Using a similar butter brioche to the previous toast points then topped with an adequate amount of cheese and the egg, there was vastly too little ham on the croque to provide sufficient texture and the overall consistency of the dish was somewhat mushy. Certainly fresh, at $13 I feel the dish was a bit overpriced for what it was and would look elsewhere in LA for my croque fix.

Having already eaten some of Paulette’s wonderful macarons earlier in the day I was somewhat tempted to try LND’s as a comparison but then my eyes wandered to the pastry case and the Tiramisu. Number two on my “must try” desserts (behind only bread pudding) the appearance alone of the Tiramisu with its fluffy balls of mascarpone had me hooked. Weary of versions in angled glasses due to the occasional concentration of rum at the base I started my taste at the top and was instantly wowed by the fluffiness of the mascarpone and the perfect accent of the cocoa. Digging deeper I found thin layer after thin layer of ladyfingers soaked in rum yet wonderful in consistency intermingled with even thinner layers of chocolate – and at the bottom of the glass, no rum…just a thick layer of chocolate ganache as though the creator realized the potential for pooling. Though I cannot be certain, my memory puts this Tiramisu at the apex of the ladder along with Jean-Philippe’s in Vegas and the portion size was significantly larger with a lower pricetag.

When it was all said and done I walked out of The Little Next Door very satisfied with the experience and despite my disappointment with the croque I was more than impressed by the Tiramisu. Similarly priced to Keller’s Bouchon I would put the experience on par to the Yountville version but not quite on par with the service and quality at the New York or Las Vegas locations. A good experience that I would recommend, especially given the broad range of menu options, and a good incentive to return and try the sister restaurant in the future – right after I try Chuch and State and Comme Ca for comparison.

Jack n' Jills, Los Angeles CA


Having already been to The Griddle Café thrice and not desiring a huge breakfast after the previous night at Providence I took an early trip to the gym for a run and then made my way towards Beverly, Rodeo, and Wilshire for a day of shopping and browsing the stores of Beverly Hills. Having heard good things about Jack n’ Jills and knowing it was centrally located in the midst of all the stores I wanted to check out I found free parking directly across the street and made my way over around 9:00am to check out what the small café had to offer.
Entering the front doors I was greeted by an incredibly clean restaurant that smelled of freshly baked bread, smoky bacon, and coffee – in other words, perfection. A smiling young lady with a decidedly French accent quickly approached me as I browsed the pastry case and I told her I was planning to dine in but wanted to browse the pastries first. Smiling the hostess told me to take my time and suggested I “try some samples” – a large selection of cookies and cakes under a glass platter on the counter – so much for a light breakfast. Tasting samples including a hefty and thick double fudge brownie, a nutella sandwich, a pumpkin-maple cookie, and a coconut macaroon I was already impressed by the quality of the goods and requested to be seated so I didn’t overindulge before even ordering – the cookie was superb!

Seated promptly I ordered a coffee which was refilled consistently throughout the meal, but quickly asked to have my seat moved towards the front as the four men behind me were speaking excessively loudly and two teenage girls engaged in valley-speak at the table next to me while simultaneously carrying on separate cell-phone conversations. After moving I was greeted by my primary server, a young lady named Colby with a fantastic smile that seemed to be serving the entire restaurant at once. Moments later my order was placed and I snuck up to grab a few more bites of Nutella Sandwich.

Approximately five minutes after ordering my coffee was refilled and I was delivered my first item – a large chunk of corn bread with whipped butter and maple syrup. Large in portion but quite overpriced at $2.95 the cornbread was relatively bland and somewhat dry without adding significant butter and syrup – certainly not on par with cornbread back in the Midwest or at Roscoe’s (or the now defunct Doughboy’s.)

Shortly after finishing up the disappointing cornbread my main course arrived, the PBC Cakes with peanut butter cup pieces served with hot syrup, butter and homemade whipped cream. Fluffy and airy with chopped peanut butter and chocolate infused throughout the batter I can say that these were the best textured hotcakes I’ve had in a very long time and the subtlety of the peanut butter cups was quite well balanced with the buttery batter. Topped with a heavenly smooth whipped cream and more chopped PB cups the addition of extra butter was unnecessary while the addition of syrup actually proved to make the concoction even more delectable. Nowhere near as decadent as Cici’s or The Griddle, I quite liked Jack n’ Jills cakes for a change of pace and a little more subtlety.

Finishing my pancakes and readying to pay the bill I noticed the server bringing out a fresh stack of warm cupcakes from the Kitchen and asked for one Red Velvet to go. Paying my bill, a relatively modest $23 with tax and tip, I made my way out into the beautiful Los Angeles weather around 10:15 with a to-go cup of coffee and a cupcake for later…later being approximately 35 minutes later when I decided there was still room to fill in my belly. Still warm and perfect with the coffee the small cupcake was dense and moist with a gloriously creamy frosting that tasted vaguely of lemon and cocoa – not quite as good as the version from SLJ the day before, but on par with that of Vanilla Bake Shop, for sure.

All told, Jack n’ Jills is a nice option for breakfast in Beverly Hills and although the prices are a bit high, the service is excellent and the free samples plentiful. I still consider Griddle Café to be the best breakfast in LA, but for a lighter option I’d definitely head back to Jn’Js, skip the cornbread, and opt for the cinnamon roll French toast in the future. I certainly wouldn’t mind tasting some more of their bakery options, as well.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Providence, Los Angeles CA


The Los Angeles dining scene is not the same as San Francisco or New York – No Michelin 3 Starred restaurants, jeans where you would expect to see Armani suits, texting and cell-phones are wielded at will – it is nearly a “cultural” difference akin to eating Italian vs. Mexican. Knowing these things going into my meal at Providence I was admittedly curious, even despite the myriad glowing reviews, as to how the meal would fare compared to such venerable establishments as The French Laundry, Alex, and Charlie Trotter’s. Walking up to the unassuming building at the rough looking end of Melrose I must admit I was once again amused by LA’s strange zoning where rich and poor contrast so starkly, but entering Providence all thoughts of what lie outside quickly disappeared – greeted warmly by the lovely hostess and seated promptly everything that followed was 5-star dining at its best.

Seated in the main dining room at a fantastic table facing the room I was soon met by my primary server, a friendly young man named Steven and was later greeted by multiple other members of the team – each excellent and extremely knowledgeable of the chef, his menu, and the techniques. In addition to the flawless service, I was additionally impressed by the staff’s willingness to talk about life in Los Angeles, their personal interests, and even the in-house soundtrack (provided that evening from Mathew’s Ipod and featuring Radiohead, Neko Case, and the Decemberists) – as a solo diner it is great to have servers with personality. The menu was explained and my distaste for beef noted before I made the selection to experience the spontaneous chef’s menu of the evening. “The Chef’s tasting usually lasts approximately three and a half hours” said Steven…”excellent” I replied.

Shortly after ordering the meal began as Steven brought out a selection of warm breads from the Kitchen – a French Roll, Bacon Brioche, and Nori Forcaccia. While all were good and it is really difficult to find fault with Brioche, especially with Bacon, I was especially impressed by the Nori Forcaccia and its unique briney Pizza-crust taste and texture – a truly remarkable bread and amongst the best table breads I’ve ever tasted at a restaurant. Served with the bread was a relatively sweet house-butter with sea salt.


Approximately 10 minutes passed before my first amuse of the evening arrived – Chef Cimarusti’s dabble in mg a la Adrià entitled Greyhound and Mojito Ravioli and Gin n' Tonic Cube. Using the now-infamous emulsification technique employed by the likes of Cantu, Andres, and countless others two small raviolis were served on spoons with a small gelee centered between. Instructions were given to eat each bit whole and then to bite the lime. Though not a drinker, I must admit I found this amuse to be a perfect way to open the palate as each item provided a vastly different experience from the sweet berry wash of the Greyhound to the minty lime of the mojito and finally the sharp bitterness of the Gin n’ Tonic. I was additionally amused as the evening progressed as many other diners experienced the dish and reveled in the unique presentation.

The next course was a second collection of amuse bouche – this time with more focus on the savory. Presented on another long plate, Cured Tasmanian Trout, Gougere, Soy and Wasabi Marshmellow, and Carrot Soup with Vadouvan was another rollercoaster of tastes and textures ranging from the meaty succulence of the trout to the smooth cheese of the gougere to the airy spice of the Marshmallow and the woodsy Indian flavor of the Vadouvan. While the gougere certainly did not live up to that of Thomas Keller’s at TFL, the Marshmallow was truly brilliant and simply exploded with flavor.

Starting the mains, my first dish set the tempo for each incredible fish presentation thereafter. Entitled Kanpachi with Soy Creme Fraiche, Crispy Rice Crackers, and Coriander Blossoms the dish was quite simply the most delectable presentation of raw fish I’ve ever experienced – better than that of TFL or Charlie Trotter. Flawlessly fresh fish that melted in the mouth was perfectly balanced in its meatiness by the velvety smooth crème fraiche and contrasted sharply by the rice crackers and ‘scented’ with coriander – remarkable in all ways and generous in portion, a winner by any justification.

A short wait and some chat with the neighboring table – an pleasant elder group amused by my picture taking – brought the second dish of the evening; Uni in a Farm Fresh Egg with Champagne Beurre Blanc, American Caviar, and Brioche croutons. A huge fan of all-things involving poached eggs I was delighted yet skeptical as this dish arrived given a bad experience with Uni (admittedly in Ohio) a few years back, however after the first bite all skepticism was resolved. A wonderfully creamy egg served in the shell and much akin to that at The French Laundry concealed delicate Uni tongues beneath, warm and buttery brioche mixed within, and a healthy scoop of American osetra on top. Despite the caviar and uni, the briny aspects of the dish were well balanced by the buttery brioche and creamy egg plus the slight air of champagne throughout. While not quite as good as Keller’s, this was potentially the second best egg dish I’ve ever experienced.

Savoring my egg, dish three arrived only a few moments after I finished scraping my shell clean. First of the Season Dutch White Asparagus, Maine Lobster, Coral Sauce, and Miner's Lettuce was yet another in the procession of superb dishes and once again amongst my top five of its kind in terms of taste, texture, and quality. Perfectly poached lobster cooked in a manner similar to sous vide was complimented by crunchy asparagus and mildly bitter miner’s lettuce and then accented with Coral Sauce foam. Having experienced Coral sauce only once before, at Alex, I actually preferred chef Cimarusti’s version of the lobster-row based sauce despite the fact that the lobster didn’t quite stand up to Stratta’s incredible European Blue in taste.

Dish four, Halibut with Burdock, Shiso, Lemon, and Sake is apparently a personal favorite of the chef’s and a dish he prepared on Iron Chef in the past. Poached in the same humidity-lock device as the lobster the fish literally fell apart with the touch of a fork and melted on the tongue. Possessing none of the fishy flavor that often plagues Halibut the lemon and burdock were the heaviest accenting flavors while the shiso and sake resided as a bass-note that lingered on the palate after each bite and provided a refreshing minty-bitter contrast. A truly complex dish that likely “isn’t for everyone” I think this dish redefined the generally boring halibut and worked quite well.

Dish five, Foie Gras Saute with Apple Shallot Compote, Applejack Brandy, and Apple Espuma was my first non-fish of the evening and showed off the chef’s talents even further. Though a fan of terrine’s over seared Foie preparations, this dish was excellent and almost served more as a study of apples than as a study of the Foie itself. Well seared foie with some minimal sinew was sharply contrast by the pungent yet sweet Apple-Shallot compote while the Brandy formed a bitter foil that prevented any aspect from being “too sweet” like the version at Gary Danko. I particularly found the Espuma interesting in its airy consistency , but do wish that perhaps there had been something crunchy on the plate for contrast.

Dish six, Pork Belly with Carrot Orange Puree, Pickled Ramps, Mizuna, and Carrot Miso Butter presented a second land-animal intermission in the menu and actually topped the Foie in almost every way. Fatty and succulent the Pork Belly was so tender it was spreadable (akin to that at Gramercy Tavern) and the best I’ve ever tasted. Adding to the experience, the crispy skin added a salty and crisp contrast while the carrot-orange puree had a sweet potato-esque flavor. Finally, the butter with spices added a subtle undertone that balanced the mustardy essence of the Mizuna wonderfully and the pickled ramps…what can I say? I love ramps and these were incredible.

Dish seven and back to the fishes – this time Arctic Char with Sweet Peas, Pea Puree, and Black Truffles - possibly the most ‘simple’ of the fish presentations yet still very effective. This time focusing on pan-searing in simple olive oil, the char was cooked rare with a rich and fatty texture well complimented by smooth and creamy pea puree and pea tendril foam with small shavings of black truffle and truffle butter lending an extra degree of earthiness.

Dish eight, the final of the meats, was a replacement for the night’s beef dish and a wonderful replacement to say the least. Turbot with Ramps, Central Coast Chantrelles, Crispy Fin, Turbot-Truffle Sashimi, and Juliet Tomato was a collection of small bites that each offered a new angle and new taste that wowed the palate – literally like 4 dishes in one. First, a wonderfully poached turbot was served simply over a bed of Chantrelle Mushrooms and tomatoes that provided excellent tastes of sweet and savory. Second, the pan fried ramps with parmesan foam and shavings was another unique yet simple flavor that truly highlighted the early season’s rich and moist pungency. Third, the crispy fin was panko dusted and pan-fried, oddly fishy yet unique in texture and well complimented by the ramp puree. Finally, the Turbot belly and truffle sashimi was wonderfully smooth and earthy with a small amount of sweetness from tomato puree.

Following the turbot was the cheese cart and not knowing much about cheeses in general I allowed my server to make the selections with the simple preference for smooth and nutty over pungent or smokey. Four choices were made and included Capriole Farms Goat Cheese Sofia, French Double Cream Cow Cheese, Denver Cauliflower Goat Cheese, Le Marechal Raw Cow's Milk Cheese plus the accompaniments of Rye Fig Bread, Apricot Riesling Puree, Apple Puree, Candied Walnuts, and Mission Figs. While each selection was excellent, I must admit a particular fondness for the Sofia with its veins of ash and the Raw Cow’s Milk Cheese with its creamy butter-like finish. The Mission Figs and Apricot Riesling Puree were also quite stellar, as expected.

Feeling quite full I was informed that dessert was next – four courses to be exact – thank goodness for my hollow leg! The first dessert, a palate cleanser of sorts, was Kalamansi Gelee with White Chocolate Coconut Milk Soup and litchi-shiso sorbet. My first experience with Chef Vasquez’s unique style was a definite winner with the room temperature coconut milk soup and white chocolate tapioca providing a smooth and sliken contrast to the icy cold and sweet/sour combination of lime sorbet and Philippine-Lemon Gel beneath.

The second dessert, by far the most unique, was entitled Vanilla Mandarin Capsule with Fennel and Basil Salad, Black Olive Brittle. Living up to its description, the capsule was a vibrant orange Popsicle that housed a liquid vanilla bean cream which spilled forth when broken. Beneath the capsule lied a flavorful salad of fennel and basil that was poached and smooth while the Black Olive Brittle provided a strong savory crunch. Small sections of incredibly sweet mandarin orange lent yet another degree of texture and flavor to the dish.

Dessert three, Pumpkin 'Pie' with Curry Ice Cream and Pecan Streusel, Balsamic Vinegar was a deconstructionist take on the Pie and quite ‘ordinary’ compared to the previous desserts. A sphere of creamy fresh pumpkin and a dollop of smoky-spicy ice cream were served over a buttery streusel with dots of aged balsamic and salted cream with dramatic effect to the eye but not much more than a standard pumpkin pie flavor to the tongue. Certainly not “bad,” but aside from the stylish presentation nothing overly impressive either.

The final dessert, declared the ‘piece de resistance’ by Steven was indeed incredible. Chocolate Ganache with Peanut Butter, 'These Pretzels are making me Thirsty' and Chably Noire Beer Ice Cream was served as a thick layer cake of chocolate and rich peanut butter topped with chocolate covered house made pretzels and a raked “river” of peanut butter leading to a savory and creamy ice cream with hints of cinnamon, hops, sugar, and barley. Truly unique and as pleasing to the mouth as the eye I can honestly say this was one of the five or six best desserts I’ve ever had despite not even being a fan of beer.

After dinner I sat and chatted with the staff while drinking a wonderful small french press of LA-Mill coffee with high-notes of berry and almonds and enjoying a small plate of petit fores including Chocolate Hazelnut Truffles, Mushroom Caramels, and Olive Oil Gelee. Without requesting it I was brought a personalized copy of the menu (with my fish substitution in place of the beef) and Matt even stopped out to discuss his Ipod selections and his love for the Decemberists.

All told, Providence was a wonderful dining experience and possibly the best “bang for the buck” meal I’ve ever tasted. While not as refined or excellent as The French Laundry (the 20ish year old girl playing Nintendo DS at the table across the way while her parents enjoyed caviar, for instance) the price was less than half for food that was almost as good andwhile not as elegant as Charlie Trotter’s or Alex, the portions were more substantial, the food equal, and the service much less stuffy. As I noted prior, there is definitely a difference between the LA “scene” and that of other major cities, but I can definitely say that no matter where it was located the food, service, and quality of Providence definitely warrant its “Two Star” Michelin status and I will invariably be back.

Sweet Lady Jane, Los Angeles CA


While some Angelos seem to believe that waiting in absurd lines at Sprinkles for sub-par cupcakes is “the thing to do,” I’ve already experienced Sprinkles and many other LA cupcakeries and been underwhelmed. While some (Vanilla and Yummy) have shined, the rest have been merely okay or largely unmemorable. Arriving in LA mid-day on a Sunday and not wanting to deal with the 20-deep line at Huckleberry I opted to make my first trip to Sweet Lady Jane’s. While many claim that the products have suffered since being sold at Ralph’s and others state the service is often surly, I figured that given the pedigree and focus on fresh seasonal ingredients couldn’t possibly yield anything but impressive results…and I was right.

Finding free parking on Kings street (how ironic) I made my way through the front door and although all the seats were filled I was amazed at the tiny size of the store and the quaint nature and quietness of the neighborhood despite the myriad stores along the street on the way. Greeted pleasantly by one of two ladies behind the counter I told her I needed to browse the selections first and was told to simply let her know when I was ready. While waiting four more people entered the store and were served in a similarly pleasant manner – no surly service noted.

Though everything on the menu looked delectable I was notably having dinner at Providence that evening and wanted to keep it light…so I only made 2 selections - The Summer Bread Pudding and a Red Velvet Cupcake.

Starting with the cupcake I can honestly say that this was, at the time, the best Red Velvet I’d yet experience in LA. Thick and smooth cream cheese frosting with hints of lemon, dense and moist cake that wasn’t “too sweet,” the cupcake was nearly as good as that at Bouchon Bakery in Vegas but vastly smaller, similar in price, and unfilled. Still warm I’m certain this cupcake, like most of SLJ’s creations, was fresh from the oven only moments before being placed out in the storefront for sale – excellent and well worth its $4 pricetag.

My second option, the summer berry bread pudding…it almost isn’t fair…it almost isn’t fair that something so good hadn’t graced my palate until the ripe-old age of 29. At $7 the nearly half-pound slice of cake was a veritable bargain given the quantity and freshness of the berries – there were so many that one could almost pretend this pudding was healthy if it weren’t for the wonderfully decadent layers of buttery croissant in between. With only the natural sweetness of the berries shining through and complimented by the whipped topping this dish was without a doubt the best fruit-based bread pudding ever and reason alone to rank SLJ at the apex of LA pastry shops. Dense, moist, decadent, and absolutely loaded with fresh berries – plus fresh hand whipped cream…sigh.

All told my trip to SLJ cost m $12 and provided two of the best desserts I’ve ever experienced. Combined with the quality of preparation, friendly service, and lack of hipster/trendster lines I can definitely say I’d head back to Jane’s 10+ times before ever making my way to Sprinkles again.