Another Roadside Attraction: Amagansett’s La Fondita

July 23, 2009

La Fondita (74 Montauk Highway, Amagansett) is a sprawling taco stand dressed up and priced up for the Hamptons but well within the area’s expectations of restrained excess.

Every weekend its picnic benches fill with local surfers on the way back from Montauk and sundry Manhattanite families loading up before the journey back to the City.  Beers are sipped not slammed, even by the sun and wave addled day trippers and summer renters.

This is not a Cabo Wabo Sammy Hagar tequila shot crowd.  Rather, it’s more veteran seventies Saturday Night Live.  In fact, when I was last there, G.E. Smith stood waiting patiently for his order.  For the record, his leonine hair and Dick Tracy rock star chin are still in full effect.

That said, the attraction here isn’t bold-faces, but the authentic and informal food and feel.  Open kitchen doors and the attendant flies—locally raised and mainly organic—help maintain a refreshing rusticity, as do the coarse corn flour tortillas and quality meat fillings in the tacos.

Among the standouts, the pork in the carnitas tacos had delightfully crusty fatty crisped edges.  Some of the best fat I’ve eaten since I polished off a plate of Hill Country’s brisket and burnt ends.

La Fondita’s chorizo taco, however, was an unmitigated disaster, as was the torta made with the same base ingredient.  The so-called sausage resembled nothing so much as roseate baby pap.  Put another way, it looked like sausage flavored soft serve.  In a word, repulsive.  Fortunately, Baja style fish tacos were excellent and redemptive.

Given the inevitable wait for made to order food—this isn’t Chipotle Grill factory Mexican—it’s a good idea to pick up some chips and salsa to pass the time.  However, don’t even think about freshening up in a bathroom.  There’s none in sight.  Or rather, there is one in sight but not in a traditional form.  A few toddlers make pit stops in the “enchanted bamboo forest” that rings the property and obscures the view of the garden center next door.  Most adults show a bit more restraint…most.

As far as Mexican food goes, La Fondita is the best in the area for now, but given the burgeoning Latin American community on Long Island, it’s ripe for some competition, perhaps a more regionally specific restaurant with indoor seating…and plumbing.  I’d drink to that.

Getting Fried in the Hamptons: The Doughnuts of Scoop du Jour

July 23, 2009

Other than providing a conduit to Amagansett, there are few justifications for the continued existence of East Hampton.  Chief among them is the doughnut selection at Scoop du Jour.

The doughnut variety at Scoop du Jour is limited, which makes picking easy: get them all.  Three options are presented: plain, powdered and cinnamon sugar.  The latter two are made by extracting doughnuts from the fryer and applying confectioner’s sugar or granulated sugar mixed with cinnamon, the first by leaving the hot rings of batter in their birthday suits.  In any case, doughnuts and doughnut varietals are generally made to order.  Even if the doughnut comes from the countertop, chances are it’s merely resting from its oil bath rather than going stale from the night before.

Order a dozen–four of each should work–but don’t expect any extras.  No baker’s bonus comes with the twelve-pack.  That said, twelve should be enough for two good eaters.    The doughnuts are relatively small—about the average of a present day mini-bagel and an old-school water bagel—and of the cake variety.  They have a pleasant tooth tickling outer crust crunch and a soft core, not magma soft but definitely inner mantel soft.  The plain doughnuts should have the color, though not the exterior feel of a middle-aged sun worshiper, somewhere in the oaky tan range with a few cracks from the heat.

Don’t restrict yourself to breakfast consumption.  These guys work equally well with morning hot coffee as a wakeup or with mid afternoon iced coffee as a restorative post-siesta treat.   Finally, don’t forget to try the ultimate mash-up by ordering two scoops of vanilla—thus the name of the shop—and a trio of hot plains.  It’ll make for the best park bench dessert you’ve had in quite a while.  Enjoy the view of the Ferraris out front, then get back on the road.  These doughnuts make for a delicious detour, not a destination.

Corona For Breakfast: Drinking Your Morning Meal in Queens

May 14, 2009

No one knows cold weather breakfast beverages like Andeans, especially Ecuadorians.  The temperatures are now trending up, so before the cart ladies disappear for the summer, I thought I’d mention a few highlights of the tasty breakfast trail that runs through Corona/Elmhurst, Queens around the Junction Boulevard 7 Train station.  The carts move, but there’s always at least one on the Flushing bound side in front of  Angelo’s Restaurant.  They all offer at least three of the below mentioned items. 

1. Arroz con leche

This is not your Greek deli rice pudding.  Rather, it’s all that milky moist ricey goodness warmed up and transmuted into a steaming flavor wallop.  Stronger than expected cinammon adds some extra heat.  A double portion (two dollars) will leave you full for a long walk to work. 

2. Morocho

A kissing cousin to the “arroz con leche,” drink, morocho simply uses corn instead.  It’s a bit more filling and a good deal more savory, though the sweetness reminds you how much sugar there is in corn.  Much better than turning it into syrup for the abomination that is American Coke.

3. El “Quaker”

Essentially a drinkable oatmeal named for the popular American brand, “Quaker” is not the tastiest of the morning options but it is arguably the most gut-filling.  Better for digestion than delectation, but a worthy option if you tire of 1 or 2.

4. Champurrado

It may be more Mexican than Andean, but in a polyglot, multi-national Latin American neighborhood like Elmhurst, it is often for sale right next to the Morocho and Quaker.  Champurrado is corn flour based and tastes of chocolate and cinnamon as well as vanilla and sometimes anise.  Its texture skews slimy-slithery, like the good rice noodle rolls you get in a dim sum breakfast.  Unfortunately, it has all the cloying quality and none of the umami of those Chinese taste treats.

5. Chocolate

Taking a step off the Roosevelt and into El Hornero Bakery (9608 Roosevelt) means access to a great fast frothed hand whisked hot chocolate.  Pair it with a dulce de leche stuffed churro, and you have yourself a breakfast feast.  N.B. Skip the coffee here and at the Colombian bakeries lining Junction Boulevard. They tend to serve a watery brew  that would make Juan Valdez weep with shame.

Corton’s Subtle Pleasures: Five Favorite Features

April 8, 2009

1. Personalized service from the big man himself: Imagine Danny Meyer checking off your name in the reservation book, pulling out your four top for you then making small talk before moving on to seat his next guests.  It’s been years since he could or would undertake such maitre d’ duties for anyone off the soigné list.  In contrast, Meyer’s biggest rival in the informal luxe category, Drew Nieporent, is doing all of the above at his new and admittedly much needed hit, Corton.    

2. Liebrandt in his 30s: Atlas was a magnificent mess when I visited in the 1990’s. I’ll never forget the playful use of Pop Rocks and the early Adrià style foam, nor the only great bottle of Pinotage I’ve ever had in a restaurant.  That said,  I also won’t forget the vague whiff of horse flop from the carriages on the south side of Central Park nor the server who told us a cheese plate would take too long to prepare to be included in a two hour pre-theater meal.  In short, great food,  great wine, not such great restaurateurship.  Add ten years of age, a new venue and a great restaurateur to rein in the wunderkind’s wilder impulses, and you have the makings of a world class chef.  

3. Wine List Beyond Burgundy and Within Budget: Corton-Charlemagne at Corton is about as likely a choice at my price point as Montrachet was at Montrachet, but a great list of reasonably French “country wines” let me enjoy a pair of bottles well within my budget.  An Alsatian Riesling proved particularly well suited to Liebrandt’s lighter flights of fancy.  Cocktails are also well  rendered and reasonably priced.  Even a friend’s digestif of Maker’s Mark and Diet Coke came presented with just enough grace notes to make it seem luxurious and just few enough formal touches to keep it from seeming precious.  Beautiful glassware certainly helped.

4. Mignardises: Mignardises are to dessert what digestifs are to wine with dinner, a delightfully indulgent distillation and repetition of the main event.  That said, they’re also the surest path to late night fat sweats.  Corton solves the problem by letting customers choose quantity and type of post-dessert desserts.  Presented with the option to have it all, customers rarely do.   I loved the  salty caramels with dark chocolate that I picked out, and I also loved going home full not stuffed.

5. The Room:  As far as restaurant terroir goes, Corton maxes out on sense of place.   This an instantly unique and unrepeatable space.   No armies of waiters in avant garde uniforms nor gilded ceilings, just all the small touches.  In short, it seems that Nieporent aims to do for luxury what Meyer does for hospitality:  make you forget it’s there until you go somewhere else and note its absence or exaggeration. 

C-CAP Benefit 2009: Let Them Eat Meat

March 28, 2009

At the beginning of Lent and the end of another dark day of a down stock market, most people headed home to think where else to cut back on expenditures both big and small.  However, a few brave souls headed back out on that chilly Ash Wednesday in late February to support New York’s greatest food charity on its big night.  Given the worthiness of the cause, I can’t think of a better case for a one time “indulgence.”  Fat Tuesday, meet Fat Wednesday! 

This year,  a tightly edited selection of forty or so restaurants and a slightly more intimate crowd size meant less rush between stations and more time to talk with chefs.  The speech by the night’s honoree, Drew Nieporent, was witty, sonorously delivered and straight to the point.  It’s usually hard to quiet a crowd of bibulous foodies.  Nieporent did it with little apparent effort.  And now, as he said, let’s move on to the food.

Standout dishes: In a sign of somber times, savory outnumbered sweet by three to one.  Everyone seemed to want to offer something of substance, and that meant a lot less sugar than in years past.  That said, those who dared to go the dessert route produced some big winners. 

1. Porter House New York’s Po’ Boys: Michael Lomanoco’s brisket po’ boys were a highlight of the protein parade.  A crispy edge edge to the tender meat, a great spicy mayo, and a perfect little roll to hold it together:  This was best piece of finger food I had all night.   I wish Porter House would add more dishes this complex to its menu.  Perhaps at the bar?

2. Olives’ Hazelnut Semifreddo: C-CAP alum Alfred Stephens walked away once again with the night’s top dessert.  I miss his cherry confections of years past, but welcomed his sour-cherry caviar, micro-green and amaretti enhanced hazelnut semifreddo.  The texture play, which ran from creamy to crunchy to umami dimsum slippery slurpy, was hard to describe and hard to forget.  A lot in play but nothing out of synch.  If all reading is rereading, then all good eating is re-eating.  I reread this tasty text three times just to get a handle on it.

3. Nobu’s Chocolate Soup: Jessica Isaacs restored my confidence in the expressive potential of chocolate desserts.  Taking molten chocolate cake to its logical extreme, molten chocolate, she produced one of the most original desserts I’ve had in a while, and the first to make great use of Japanese ingredients.  Nothing pedestrian about her darker than dark Willie Wonka chocolate river with its bobbing crispy rice “mochi”, peanut butter candy and mountain apple cream.   

4. Gilt’s Pancetta-Cured Foie Gras:  In recent years, two restaurants at C-CAP’s benefit have deployed fatty liver to restore faith in their operations right before or soon after their storied chefs moved on.  How better to solve a “crise de foie” than by serving “foie gras?”  Compass offered a Rice Krispy coated foie dish that demanded repeat tastes and  made me optimistic about the restaurant’s post-Fraser future.  This year Gilt brought out the foie after Christopher Lee left for Aureole.  Once again, a new chef did wonders with an ingredient that often underperforms.  At Gilt’s table, the salt, spice and crunch of the accompaniments offered all the surprise of the new alongside the comforting luxury of the familiar.  Justin Bogle, Lee’s replacement, is one to watch.

5. Blue Hill’s Beet Salad:  Dan Barber was one of the chefs who made the most of a meaty vegetable, in his case a beautiful forono beet  spiced up with horseradish and buttermilk panna cotta.  Beets should taste as strong as their beautiful colors suggest they will, but they also need something to balance out these strong flavors. The buttermilk and horseradish did the job.  If coffee usually smells better than it tastes, beets usually look better.  For once, they lived up to the eye’s expectations.  

6. Union Square Café’s Wild Nettle Sformato: A custard like disk of nettles and cheese, this was an easy chewing, easy eating little delight.  Quagliata has riffed on this preparation before at C-CAP benefits, but this was the first time I got to hear the whole story of each ingredient and how and why he put them together.  The buttery mushrooms were an added pleasure, reminding me how much can be done with a relatively inexpensive ingredient.  Michael White also gets credit on the fungi front for his mushroom and truffle soup, the best I’ve had since the retiring of Tom Colicchio’s old cappuccino number at Gramercy Tavern.

7. Céntrico’s Picadas: Let’s be clear, these are sopes, not picadas, but the name is of secondary importance.  Sánchez put some real Mexican flavor and finger food convenience into this little ditty of a homemade double thick silver dollar tortilla, layered with bean spread, dry white cheese, a well-spiced salsa and perfectly tart Mexican sour cream.  No stippling, dolloping, dappling or other visual tricks.   This was a homey homely pleasure, and a heartfelt one.  Sánchez left me hoping for more Latin American fare next year.

FaHFS Returns

March 25, 2009

With work commitments at last under a semblance of control, I now have the time to review an old favorite and add reviews of a pair of new ones.  This week I’ll look at Eleven Madison Park, Corton and Toltecamila Taqueria.

Java Jerks of the Upper East Side: A Sampling of Super Expensive if not always Super Premium Coffee

July 25, 2008

1) Via Quadronno (73rd and Madison) Proudly and prohibitively expensive, this super-authentic Italian place sets the price point at private club levels.  Namely, your annual dues are included with each cup.  That said, it’s a decent shot, pulled with enthusiasm and authority by a rotating cast of characters.  Pleasantly and commitedly bitter cup. 

 2) Sant Ambroeus (77th and Madison) Best looking counter for coffee drinking in town. Cappuccinos are beautiful and expensive.  Espressos are expensive and not particularly beautiful.  Good thick crema.  Balanced enough flavor to make sugar unnecessary.  N.B. Waiters have itchy fingers for rounding error tips and don’t seem inclined to return metal change.  Such habits are fine for a cabbie, but they’re uncool here at almost five dollars for a double.

 3) Café Sabarsky (86th and Fifth) Espresso was burnt popcorn flavored on one occasion, merely burned on another.  Stick to the delicious drip coffee or the Viennese concoctions and you’ll be much happier. Available papers to read–in English and German–gorgeous Vienna café space and no rush from staff make up for shortcomings in the cup.  If you’re looking for a dessert coffee, and the perfect counterweight to the Starbucks milkshake in a mug, get your coffee here Mitt Schlag.  Real whipped cream is a thing of beauty.  

 4) Lady M Cake Boutique (78th and Madison) Winner for highest price in a high rent district.  Coffee is adequate to excellent.  Cakes–all of them-are delicious.  Not a place that sees a lot of male foot traffic.  That’s okay.  Skip Ray’s Pizza for a week and save your pennies.  This is a far more enlightened slice.

5) Pain Quotidien (84th and Madison)  The bread is anything but quotidian and the coffee is surprisingly good.  Table service may be erratic but counter folks are great.  I was charged a single price for a double, keeping me under 3 dollars for once.  A light espresso, in the French/Belgian mode, but perfectly adequate and served with, yes, a smile.

Don’t Drink at the Tavern (Gramercy): Buzz Kill at the Bar

July 25, 2008

I’ve always walked out of Gramercy Tavern happier than when I went in.  Yesterday, unfortunately, turned into a glaring exception to the rule. I stopped by around eight for drinks in a moderately euphoric post-squash match/post porcine Ippudo Ramen glow.  My intention was simple: Enjoy a pair of different cocktails I’d had my eye on when last dining there, then head home lightly loaded. Who would have suspected my audacious plan would be greeted with such hostility?  

My mistake was declaring my non-dining intentions up front to the bartenders.  I was subsequently greeted with a stretch of silent treatment and then the first and only bad cocktail I’ve ever had at Gramercy; I doubt it was a coincidence. The Rickshaw (Plymouth gin, basil and lime juice) had more ice than a Sno-Cone, less gin than a ginger ale-too many rocks, not enough Plymouth–and an unbalanced citric taste.  Potentially redemptive basil was a wan afterthought, as was followup service. The bartenders are far too good at their jobs to make such a mistake: This was a kissoff cocktail.  And the only thing worse than the bad drink was not being able to get another one.  There’s no clearer signal that you’re not wanted in a bar than waiting twenty minutes with an empty glass.

Conclusions: Gramercy Tavern is many things to many people; a tavern isn’t one of them. The bar serves as a combination waiting area for those planning to dine in the front or back rooms and dinner counter for those wishing to eat in either but unable to secure a table.  It is absolutely not a bar at which one can, or is welcome to, have a drink during regular dinner hours.  At least that’s how I felt after my service experience last night.

GT is one of my all time favorites and has been for years. The cocktail, wine and beer lists are exceptional and the food has only gotten better since Michael Anthony took over. That said, the place can’t or won’t meet certain needs. A pleasant round of imbibing from the highest margin section of the menu seemed like a good deal for all involved, but apparently it’s not part of the plan at a place that’s only a tavern in name.   Sit down and enjoy enlightened hospitality.  Stand up and suffer unenlightened hostility.

5 Stars (Risen and Rising) of the New York Food World

July 23, 2008

1) Amanda Kludt:  As Editor of Eater, her snappy prose and relentlessly frequent updates have helped turn the young web site into the top food media compiler for the City.  In a little more than a year it’s become the web site, if not the paper, of record for New York’s food industry.   Everyone from Chang to Zakarian calls or writes in to comment when an issue hits the media.  The thriving DOH Chronicles and Deathwatch features have entered the lexicon and nightmares of an entire city’s worth of restaurant owners.

 2) Juliette Pope.  Proof Danny Meyer is the City’s topic talent scout.  I can’t find a bottle I don’t like on Gramercy Tavern’s casual or formal menus thanks to its genius beverage director, nor one that I can can forget having ordered. Her wine and cocktail lists are among the most influential in town and the only ones in a 3-star restauarant to list bottles under 30 dollars.  No stunt selections, no Le Cirque markups, no duds, and plenty of surprises.  See Belinda Chang at the Modern as well.  After hearing her talk and reading some interviews, I hope she puts up a blog soon.  She has a great voice which would translate well to the Web.

3) Kim Severson:  In the last year or so Severson has become the go-to writer for all New York Times food stories in dining, metro and the front page.  With food shopping turning from pleasure to problem in many households, her voice will be an important one as consumers balance an interest in local, fresh and flavorful with a sudden crisis in safety and cost. 

4) Mary Mraz:  Mary has brought Gramercy Tavern level service off the island, out of the boroughs and all the way to the North Fork Table and Inn.  Rather than make do with a shallow local talent pool, she trained and retrained a corps of servers from the ground up. It’s the best front of house outside the City, and that’s saying something.  Proves enlightened hospitality is far more exportable than seemed possible.           

5) Heather Belz and Mani Dawes: With the additions of El Quinto Pino and an all Iberian wine shop called Tinto Fino to their lineup, these women are on their way to building an empire of Spanish food and drink.  Well managed growth and deep commitment to modern and classic Spain—from Tia Pol’s pintxos to Quinto Pino’s more innovative uni sandwiches to Tinto Fino’s wonderful sherry selection–make them one of the few pairs of restaurateurs able to serve food and drink with equal commitment to innovative flavors and specific regional perspectives: No pan-Iberian pandering here!    

A New Stop on the Taco Trail: Patty’s Tacos at 86th and Lex

July 23, 2008

A promising  taco truck has recently set up shop on the northwest side of 86th Street and Lexington Avenue, and the neighborhood food scene will never be the same.  Patty’s (or Paty’s as the menus and truck read)* Tacos is delivering a taco revolution to a neighborhood so bereft of good  Mexican as to lack for even a Taco Bell. 

Yes, The Burger One is a step in the right direction for portable bargain bites of the Mexican variety, but other than its modest offerings, Lex Mex is an oxymoron until the upper nineties.  Crossing the economic border from the UES into Yorkville, foodies and those willing to talk to them have only the good willed but moderately bland Cinco de Mayo, the seriously bland Taco Taco, and the Zocalo priced ripoff shack–and Michelin favorite–Maz Mezcal to choose from.  It’s bad enough that there’s so much white brick over here.  It’s even worse when the food is as bland as the architecture.  None of these local restaurants merits the sweaty walk from the subway, so save your money and time and stick to The Burger One and Paty’s.

So on to the food.  The selection of meats for the tacos, burritos, sopes and tostadas is notably broad–chicken, beef, chorizo, pork al pastor and enchilado, tongue, cecina and shrimp are not just promised but delivered.  The salsa selection for now is limited to an avocado based number familiar to fans of Peruvian chicken fave Pio Pio, but perhaps more will be available as business picks up.   Crema and queso mexicano are as authentic as anything in Queens or Hamilton Heights and don’t need any embellishing.

N.B. Be ready to order and eat on Mexican time.  Everything is made to order, and everything takes a while to put together, from glasses of horchata, sorrel water and bottles of Mexican sodas, to the the sopes, huaraches, burritos, tacos and soups.  Be patient with the order but don’t wait too long to eat it once the food is ready.  This food has the shelf life of McDonald’s fries.  A trip to Best Cellars or Mr. Wright and on to Carl Schurz or Ruppert Park would make for quite a picnic!

This is just a preliminary post, so I’ll put up more info soon. I intend to keep on digging into the remainder of the menu this week on both the food and beverage ends.  I’m particularly keen to try the tostadas with fatty cow feet–“patas”–which I’m told will be back tomorrow.  “Habrá patas mañana, señor.”   Sweeter words have rarely been spoken atop the subway grate on Lexington.   

A final suggestion.  Avoid the canker-sore inducing Horchata.  It’s way past saccharine.  Get a Jarritos tamarind soda instead and toast the best news on the UES food front in quite a while.

*There’s no double tt in Spanish.  Of course, nor is there an apostrophe.