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Washingtonian is reporting that Andrew Evans, of Inn at Easton fame and owner of The BBQ Joint in Easton and Pasadena has signed a lease with Union Market. Sounds like the bbq will be counter service and the meat is being smoked at the Pasadena location and brought over to Union Market. Fair warning. December-ish opening. It's starting to get smokey around here. -
Because of three people, my dining companion and I spend five hours trekking to Swan Oyster Depot in Nob Hill. Call me crazy, but just don't ever call me apathetic (pathetic is fine; just not apathetic). We found a parking space *way* up high (it is in the Nob Hill neighborhood), but only about three blocks away. Even though it looks flat, if you see that intersection where the person is crossing the street, and take a right there? You'll be walking up at a 45-degree angle. You'll also be waiting in line - justifiably, I will add. To make the line seem longer, right through that glass window on the left side of the restaurant is a tantalizing display of today's offerings. Swan Oyster Depot is nothing more than a counter, with no seats other than what you see at the bar, so when it fills up, it fills up quickly and with a vengeance - I don't know what the seating capacity is, but it couldn't be more than fifteen. When you finally get in (the wait isn't *that* long), you'll note the knickknacks of a very old establishment - in this case, over one-hundred years old - which include the James Beard "America's Classics" award they won in 2000, and a motley menu featuring the day's seafood. Note, by the way, the vehemently written sign about not having a website. On the bar in front of you, you'll see Swan's napkins, a brief history of the restaurant, and a better-than-expected wine list, which breaks down into two possible choices: a bottle of Muscadet, or a few glasses of Anchor Steam ($6). Swan isn't built for dining; it's built for eating. Eating quickly, and eating well. That quote by Bourdain (in the center picture above) isn't at all wrong, and quite frankly, I think Swan Oyster Depot deserves a James Beard Award not just for being an "America's Classic," but for "Outstanding Restaurant in America," although this is an owner-driven restaurant which may not even make it eligible. How much of an owner-driven restaurant? The first thing we ordered was Smoked Salmon ($13 - when I saw the size of the plate, I panicked, thinking we got the $24.50 item, but there must have been something else listed that I didn't see) and six Malpeque Oysters ($18-ish). The salmon came out right away, and it was as good as any smoked salmon I've ever eaten - there was some *extremely* potent horseradish on the bar as well - so potent that you need to beware of it, using only a few fibers. The Malpeques didn't arrive, so I figured that Swan was following the trend of "serving things whenever they're plated" - I was wrong. Next up was a half-dozen Cherry Stone Clams ($14), and these were the best Cherry Stone Clams I've ever eaten: batting two-for-two. As good as they look - that's how good they were. Then, a cup of Clam Chowder ($2.75) that was perhaps my favorite thing in the entire meal. It was so good that we ordered an entire *quart* to take home (I think that was $20, and worth every penny). Alongside of that, a Prawn Cocktail ($14.50), and if you could say this meal had one weakness, this would have been it. These were great; they just weren't life-changing; the clam chowder, on the other hand, was something akin to a religious experience. Back to the owner-driven part ... a gentleman who was clearly in charge (there were probably a dozen people working the counter, about one for each diner), asked me if we'd like anything else, and that's when I thought to mention the Malpeques, which never arrived. He *immediately* asked who took the order, and to be honest, we didn't quite remember, and even if we had, he asked the question in a way that oozed menace, and goodness knows I wouldn't want to get an employee in trouble just because an order was forgotten, so we simply said we weren't sure. Don't get me wrong - this guy wasn't going to scream at the person (at least, not in front of the customers), but he was going to make *very* sure that this didn't happen again on this evening. He was starkly polite - picture a manager of an old-school New York City deli, and you'll have the exact countenance. In fact, Swan Oyster Depot reminds me of a deli more than any seafood restaurant I've ever been to in my life, with the possible exception of Durgin Park in Boston, but when I first went to Durgin Park in the 1980s, it had already lost the battle to becoming a tourist trap, so ... deli. (In fact, Durgin Park has gotten *so* touristy that it's now owned by, gulp, Ark Restaurants, which has an $80 million market cap trading on the NASDAQ.) Within one minute, a half-dozen Malpeques appeared, with a sincere (but unnecessary) apology from the manager, and should I even bother to say it? Okay, let me take a different tack: I invented a saying, long ago - "The bigger, the blacker the blotch, the badder the bivalve," meaning that oysters should ideally have a pearly white interior shell, and when you find ones that have large, black blotches, they're usually the bad apples - still perfectly edible; just not the best of the bunch. Well ... About the non-blotchiest Malpeques I've ever come across. Not only were they blotch-free; they were just plain free: They were not added to the check. How's that for putting the customer first? All this food came out to just over $100 before tip (this accounts for the oysters being removed, but also accounts for the quart of clam chowder, so $100-110 was the "true price" of this sensational meal - on a whole, the best raw seafood I've ever eaten, and a restaurant experience unlike any other. To quote that great American statesman, Anthony Bourdain, "If I died eating at Swan's counter, I would die a happy man." And of course, as I flew into a panic when the manager told me Swan Oyster Depot was cash-only, he reassured me that there was an ATM across the street, just as he has done a thousand times before. PisS - There is a very slang, somewhat crude, French word for "men's urinal" that I have never before seen used in a real-life situation, not in DC, not in California, and not in probably twenty visits to France. Until now.
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Its location as a stand in the Mercado la Paloma might lead you to believe that the food at Chichen Itza is casual or ordinary…until you notice the line (all afternoon, when I was there, and mostly of Spanish-speaking people) and the beautifully composed plates of colorful, book-cover-worthy food (not by accident – the owner wrote Sabores Yucatecos: A Culinary Tour of the Yucatán). The closest comparison restaurant I can think of is Los Agaves in Santa Barbara, for style of service and quality of food and presentation, though the menu at Chichen Itza is a much shorter list of curated Yucatecan specialties. You order at the stand and receive a # for your order, and the servers run the food out to you. They also bring silverware and drinks, and the tables/chairs are big and solid, nicer than most food-court operations. Based on many recommendations, we tried the cochinita pibil (prettily mounded, long shreds of incredibly tender, juicy pork, in a tangy sauce), fish tacos (crunchy, well-seasoned, and bright), plantains (nicely fried), and panuchos (basically a shredded turkey taco, with the tortilla fried – I thought it was dry but it was my husband’s favorite dish). Our friends got the tikin-xic (fish fillets in a citrus sauce over rice – I want to add this to our order next time), pork tacos, more plantains, and chips and salsa. Almost everything was sprinkled with the pickled red onions (which I ordinarily don’t like but in this case found delightful. Thank goodness.) Except for a few bites of the rather ordinary rice and beans, we polished off everything with gusto while proclaiming it delicious. Prices are so gentle you feel as if you’re getting away with something. The location is low key and families abound so fear not in bringing small children (though you might have a hard time finding a high chair). It’s less than a mile from USC and Exposition Park (home of the California Science Center, Rose Garden, and the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles County), so pairs perfectly with a day of exploring. I might not walk the distance, due to on-ramps under the highway and slight sketchiness of the neighborhood, plus there is a parking lot at the Mercado and some street spaces available. Really can’t recommend this place enough - I can’t wait to go back! -
Had breakfast at the Down Home Diner in Reading Terminal Market on Sat. There are a few booths and several counter stools. I have to say, I'm glad that the Dutch Eating Place was closed, otherwise, I wouldn't have tried this little gem. I ordered a plate of scrapple, 2 poached eggs and hash browns, that came with 2 hearty slices of homemade rye bread and homemade strawberry jam ($4.99 (I know, ridiculous!)) Mr. MV ordered 2 eggs over easy, corned beef hash (excellent) and cooked apples, which also came with 2 slices of rye ($6.99). The coffee was good, as was the service.
