Memphis Meals – Third Night

Third Night – Cozy Corner
This special little place was recommended by two work colleagues who spent a lot of time in Memphis and who also know a thing or two about food.  Some might call this place a hole in the wall.  I call the wood paneling, blue vinyl booths and 70s soul playing on the old stereo speakers, ambiance. The rib tip meal I got was a little luke warm but that could be because it was almost closing time which could also explain the massive serving I got.  The meaty tips came wet – that is, in a pool of tangy and peppery sauce that sent shock waves to my brain.  I could not help but periodically grunt to my self. “Oh, it’s so good!”

Made it just before closing time.

This is where all the magic happens. Too bad he was cleaning up already.

This is my still life: red cup, blue seat, brown wood paneling.

This mountain of meat came soaked in a peppery sauce of deliciousness. Don't worry. It's the photo that's out of focus, not your vision - though seeing this fatty meat kind of blurred vision for a minute. I ate the whole thing.

Final verdict: Really good (could have been great had my meat been more than room temperature).

Next post: fourth and fifth night.

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Memphis Meals – Second Night

Second Night – Gus’s (World Famous) Fried Chicken
I only included the parenthesis because even though it’s on the sign above the door, there’s another Gus’s World Famous Fried chicken whose website has a different logo and a different location.  So, Gus might be a pretty common name, as is the claim of  “world famous fried chicken”  In any case this Gus’s was located downtown, within walking distance of where I was staying and came highly recommended by my friends Sanj and Alana, friends who don’t know each other and made their recommendations separately.  Trust is a good thing, because world famous or not, this was some damn fine fried chicken!  Freshly fried in a light and flavorful batter whose bright crispiness gave way to the juicy meat beneath, this was truly great fried chicken.

As seen from the outside. It was actually snowing that night, so I was looking forward to gettin in there and filling up on fried food.

Danger Men Cooking: looking into the kitchen where all the magic happens.

How to make pickles better? Deep fry them of course. And then serve them with ranch dressing. I think if I was a pregnant woman, I would crave these.

Three pieces of fried chicken (they gave an extra piece!) - all dark meat, of course, cole slaw and dirty rice. You can kind of see that the chicken was still bubbling having just come out of the fryer.

I don't like to waste food.

the cooks: (l-r) Tony, Courtney and Miron

Final verdict:  Awesome! Worthy of world fame.

Next post: third night…

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Memphis Meals – First Night

Last week, I had the opportunity to spend several days in Memphis, TN, home to Stax Records, Graceland and of course, Memphis style BBQ.  Needless to say, I was stoked.  I ate bbq three out of the five nights I was in town.  On the other nights I went on pork hiatus, opting for fried chicken on one night and then sushi the other night because at that point, I was seriously craving something Asian that hadn’t been cooked for hours on a smoky grill.  But, there are way worse things to OD on than bbq and if you’re into slow cooked meat and delicious Southern soul food, then Memphis is the place for you. Just make sure you wear your eating pants.

First Night – Central BBQ
When I asked the agent at the Hertz Car rental desk which bbq joint she recommended, she gave me a pained look and said, “Well, it’s hard for me to answer that question because I’m not eating meat right now.”  Okay…

“But,” she added, “my favorite place is Central BBQ.”  Nice. So, that first night I took that rental car and drove it straight to Central BBQ.

Memphis BBQ is big on the pig

Notice the smoke coming out of the chimney. I figured that was a good sign.

Interesting. You see Memphis was named after the ancient city in Egypt but I'm not sure how many people in the Arab world today would dig on pig. But, it was also a shout out to Tunisia which was kind of timely.

Three meat combo meal (before): pulled pork, ribs (served dry) and sausage. The two sides were green beans and mac and cheese.

Three meat combo meal (after). Pulled pork - too dry and I had to gussy it up with sauce. Ribs - fatty, delicious and flavorful. Sausage - you can't really message up this kind of sausage. It was like smoky Hillshire Farms kielbasa. The green beans - reminded me of school cafeteria food. Mac and cheese - velveeta comes to mind.

Final verdict: Pretty good.

Next post: second night…

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Paris and Amsterdam – A Preliminary Taste

Preliminary taste?  Yes, because unfortunately this was a whirl wind tour (see photos).  We had only two and a half days in each of these wonderful cities which is totally inadequate to really suss out the delicious food and develop an overall sense of the culinary ethos.  For that you need at least five days.  I mean, obviously I nailed it when I summed up my  five days in Tokyo, right? But seriously, you do need more than a few days to get a proper taste of a place and it does help to have a local guide to steer you in the right direction.  For a city like Paris which has such a rich history and tradition of delicious food, I think you could spend weeks, if not months or even years exploring and discovering the great eats that the City of Lights has to offer.

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A view of the Eiffel Tower from Sacre Coeur

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Nov. 1- Nov. 7 = Good week in food

As usual we ate well this week but there were definitely a few culinary standouts this past week:

1.  Totto Ramen – I went to this new ramen spot last Wednesday for lunch with Minori of katsu curry fame.  She read about it in a Japanese language newspaper and said it was along the lines of Ippudo in terms of quality.  Well, it wasn’t.  It was way better in my opinion and had a way better vibe.  Don’t get me wrong, I thought Ippudo was good, but it was too much of a scene.  In contrast, the scene at Totto was more about people hungrily slurping up noodles at the counter as the two cooks ladled the steaming broth on the springy noodles and periodically flashed pork belly with a blow torch to give it a smokey flavor.  Minori and I both got the spicy pork ramen (regular spicy with a hard-boiled egg for Minori and extreme spicy with no egg for me).   According to Minori (Totto’s logo with its stylized chicken in a bowl design is also a tip off) the broth at Totto is chicken based. And when I first tasted it it had a very clean but intense chicken-ness.  I don’t know how many chickens went into it but their collective sacrifice was well worth it as far as I’m concerned.  But after stirring the bowl of ramen with it’s pork belly and scallions and a healthy dose of the chilis and chili oil, the broth became richer and deeper in color and flavor and … well was just completely satisfying.  The noodles had a nice snap and the pork belly char siu was sumptuous in its fattiness. The only regret I had was not bringing a breath mint for afterwards as chili/ garlic/ pork is not the most pleasant flavor to have lingering in your mouth when you’re checking out the pillars of abstract expressionism at MOMA.  So my verdict: a resounding thumbs up.

2.  Diwali Dinner – To commemorate the Hindu festival of lights and ring in the new year, Shefali and I hosted a Diwali potluck.  Shef cooked up some of her specialties: chicken curry and an egg curry (for the vegetarians – good thing they ate eggs) and her always delicious palak paneer (my personal favorite).  I took the opportunity to cook up some lamb vindaloo.  I like any excuse to do a lamb stew with ample chiles, spice and the added acidity of a little vinegar.  Those flavors meld so well with slow cooked lamb.  And our wonderful friends brought other delicious dishes.  Minori and Kei, again displaying their panko frying prowess brought croquettes (sweet potato and cream cheese as well as potato and carrot).  Roompa and Dildar brought a rich and complex Indian style butternut squash soup. Hetal brought baigan burtha.  Shikha made raita and fried up miniature samosas.  Alka brought ice cream that she made: the best chai ice cream I’ve had in my life.  All in all, a wonderful way to eat our way into the new year.

frying up samosa

Croquettes: potatoes breaded and then fried. What's not to like?

a new years bounty

Alka and her awesome chai ice cream

3.  Tanoreen Restaurant – To celebrate Shef’s birthday I decided to go big and treat her to a nice dinner. We didn’t go to PerSe, or Babbo, or Momofuku Ko.  Instead, we took the R train deeper into Brooklyn to a neighborhood called Bay Ridge to a reasonable Middle Eastern Restaurant called Tanoreen.  Yeah, I guess I’m a really great husband. We’d read about it in the New Yorker several months ago so we were interested in trying it for a while.  As we walked up to the entrance, we passed several people who had just left the restaurant toting take out bags.  A good sign.  Upon entering we saw a bunch of reviews from the Village Voice, to Zagats to Time Out New York.  Perhaps we were a bit late in the game in “discovering” this place.  Oh well.  From the boisterous crowd inside laughing and drinking as they waited for the massive entrees it was evident that mainstream recognition had not ruined this place.  Remembering the doggy bags that the other patrons were carrying, we ordered consertatively (I thought at the time).  We got three appetizers and one entree to share.  The apps were huge: mosakhan – a large flat bread heaped with caramelized onions and spicy savory chicken, sujok – tart and smokey sausage in a tangy red chile sauce (my mouth is watering as I write this), and lamb kibbi – basically lamb and wheat bulgar mixed together and than stuffed with more ground lamb!  What is not to love about this food? By the time our entree of roasted eggplant with potatoes, tomatoes and more ground lamb arrived  we were so stuffed that we each took a bite (ok, in my case two) and then asked the waiter to pack the rest of it to take home.  But even on a full stomach the entree was delicious, at once comforting because of it’s slow cooked, roasted flavor, but enlivening because of the intensity of the blended flavors.  The only thing that didn’t quite appeal to my palate was the dessert: knafeh. According to the waiter, this dessert had just been profiled on some Food Network show about some of the best dishes people have ever eaten.  It consists of layers of shredded wheat toasted to crispness and drizzled with sugary syrup and covered with pistachios.  That sounds delicious right there.  But in between the layers of the shredded wheat was a layer of thick melted cheese.  We had read the description of the dessert and knew there would be cheese, but we thought it would be more like the texture of ricotta as in a cannoli or cheesecake.  This cheese had the texture of melted mozzarella as well as the greasiness.  Now don’t get me wrong.  The first bite was absolutely delicious and decadent, the hot cheese, mingling well with the sweet toasted wheat.  But after that, as the dessert cooled… well, it was just too cheesy.  It was like eating a slice of pizza with syrup on it.  Also did I mention? We were full to the brim, which might have influenced our desire and ability to eat dessert.  But all in all, I highly recommend Tanoreen and will definitely go back.  And I’m probably not the only one.  Our waiter informed us that Tanoreen was just awarded it’s first Michelin star.  Looks like more folks will be making the trek to Bay Ridge.

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