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  1. Well, I guess it's to late, but I'd go for the Chambertin, the Pichon-Lalande and the Latour. (or did I misunderstand "lot" and one needs to buy they whole of each of the groupings, rather than the whole of each Producer/vintage, in which case I would take the second grouping with Ausone P-L...Latour.)
  2. I thought the first two-thirds of the book were pretty fascinating -- she does indeed seem to resent being a chef/restaurant owner on some level, but her path there is unusual -- and the last third, which is a chronicle of her failing marriage -- a little tedious. I confess that having read her book and several things she's published in the Times and I felt rather sorry for the husband.
  3. Have you been to Lucky Buns in Adams-Morgan yet? The Bogan. This is a tasty burger, as Samuel L. Jackson might say. I can probably walk to 50 restaurants, but some days only a burger will do. And once you decide it's a burger night -- distance is no object to get the best.
  4. Found the MK in Paris to be perfectly adequate, for Paris, which has a higher standard for perfectly adequate. Didn't thrill me, though. MK in Athens had the best baguettes in Athens. But, it was Athens.
  5. Waitman

    Dining in Cleveland Park

    They tried to knock down Sam's some years back but, as you suspected, the preservation people had a fit. It's apparently one of the oldest strip malls in the country. Personally, I don't think that they cared one whit about the historic value. but they found that to be a convenient issue of which to hang their knee-jerk anti-development instincts.
  6. I'm not sure I would do that -- it was fine meal (and my recent Indique experiences have been good but not great). I think the quality is still there, it's just a different style.
  7. Well, take off the "New American" tag on this thread because -- if the meal my friend and I had there the other night was an accurate indicator -- Ripple ain't that no more. Think in terms of (as the manager put it) "Modern French." Whether or not this is a good thing will depend on your point of view. Laura, who had a tasty set of trout-flavored latkes and one of those Frenchie-style entrees where they scatter little rounds of lamp tenderloin, shreds of leeks and dabs of sauce picturesquely around the plate, was pining for the more robust preparations (and great soups) of Chef Meeks. She did, it should be said, enjoy the meal. She just found it a little "precious" which -- at lease as far as the lamb was concerned -- it probably was. I began with fabulously, ludicrously, rich concoction of lightly poached (goddam near raw) hen's egg buried -- along with chunks of sauteed sweetbread -- in a snowdrift of foamy mashed potatoes which was, in turn, shingled with a couple of slices of black truffle. It was the sort of over-the-top dish that Donald Trump would want to slap his gilded name on; borderline bad taste that, nonetheless, tasted very, very good. Fortunately, my veal loin was comparatively austere: pink, served with a reduction and (I believe) something duxelle-ish and simply delicious. It strikes me that the prices remain somewhat restrained. The night we were there, a number of entrees were pushing towards $35 and over, but the hen's egg orgy was only fifteen bucks. The manager says that he's encountered somewhat less resistance to the style change than expected ("maybe five percent object") and I suspect that that's because the cooking remains quite good. Bonus points to the manage for pouring us a nice-sized swig of Domain Tempier after I somewhat facetiously asked if it was really twice as good (and not just twice as expensive) as every other Bandol rose. It just might be.
  8. Passed by there a couple of days ago -- lines out the door as you might expect. One night years ago I dropped in (I think it was during the 1992 Democratic Convention) and Jackie Mason was holding court at the next table. Everything tasted a little more New Yorkish that night. In '88 I was doing an event for the Dukakis campaign and staying down the street from the Carnegie. Every night I'd get a pastrami sandwich (a "pistol") and eat half for dinner and then the other half for breakfast. Those were some big -- and delicious -- sandwiches. Oh, well. RIP.
  9. I don't have notes from my dinner so I can't offer a detailed review, but I will chime in to say that my companion and I left the restaurant wondering what all the fuss was about.
  10. It's probably ironic to refer to the New York Review of Books in an attempt to brand something pretentious drek. Nonetheless, has some deliciously scathing stuff to say.: "The Koons retrospective is a multimillion-dollar vacuum, but it is also a multimillion-dollar mausoleum in which everything that was ever lively and challenging about avant-gardism and Dada and Duchamp has gone to die… Koons’s overblown souvenirs are exactly what Duchamp warned against, a habit-forming drug for the superrich." "For the Gilded Age avant-garde, such legendary events [the premier of "The Rites of Spring"] have become the model for new marketing opportunities, and there is an assumption that if the public has a very strong negative reaction to something—if a work of art disturbs or annoys or flummoxes some of the public—it most likely is important. Incredibly enough, there are highly intelligent observers who believe that Koons challenges them in more or less the same way that Matisse, Picasso, Nijinsky, and Pollock might once have done.
  11. I thought he was best known for marrying a porn actress and depicting her/them in a variety of NSFW poses and media. I keep trying not to think of him as an exploitative hack, but I'm having a hard time. The fact that the New York Times Magazine has a two-page color ad every week for some new co-op being marketed as Russian oligarchs, hedge fund managers and international tax cheats that centers on an utterly banal Koons dancer (it's going to be in the courtyard, I suppose) doesn't help.
  12. Waitman

    Truffles

    The one thing missing from this article was an opinion by a reliable source rgarding the actual merits of the truffles being produced. I have tried summer truffles, burgundy truffles and a couple other discount varieties and have never found them remotely comparable to good Perigord or Italian white truffles. Lame truffles are lame truffles and (IMHO) not worth the effort no matter how much cheaper they are than than the good stuff from France and Italy.
  13. Married couple. Or, two people whose last names start with "O" and who sepnd time in Wexler, PA and who coincidentally ate at the same restaurant last night. She gave Jerry's Subs four stars, so there's your benchmark for her reviews (his only other review was a 5-star Chiropracter). This why I only trust DonRockwell.com for my on-line reviews! I note that there are tables for tonight and I don't feel like cooking....hmmmm.
  14. Fair enough. Caucasoid deleted. [Thanks, Charles - knowing you, I know it was well-meaning. Knowing me, you should know I would take any possible opportunity to harangue you. :)]
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