Sunday, April 17, 2016

Kin Khao

photo - Yelp, Faye L.

Kin Khao, Dinner, Tenderloin
April 17, 2016

P&J:
Mushroom Hor Mok Terrine - curry mousse in-a-jar with mushrooms, crisp rice cakes
Yaowaraj Noodle - Bangkok Chinatown stir-fried noodles with chicken, XO sauce (dried scallop + dried shrimp + dried ham), egg, green onions, cilantro
Black Cod Taypo Curry - Monterey black cod poached in taypo curry, coconut milk, Chinese morning glory
Black Rice Pudding - served with burnt coconut sugar caramel, salty coconut cream, puffed rice+peanut+sesame praline all on the side

Cocktails:
Hua Hin Beach -  skipper demerara rum, coconut cream, lime, chocolate stout, salt, kaffir lime
Phuket Punch - gran classico, old tom gin, turmeric, lime, seltzer
Tom Yum - tanqueray gin, imbue vermouth, lime, galangal, lemongrass, angostura bitters, kaffir leaf


Notes:
Our first date was at a Thai restaurant, two years ago.  It wasn't particularly good (not that we were paying much attention), but so far we've made a tradition out of having Thai food on this particular day.  This was Patrick's first time here, and I'd been to Kin Khao only once before, soon after they opened, also about two years ago.  I don't remember my first visit too well, only that it left me with memories of "just okay", but some food-loving friends of ours had gone within the past year and raved about it, so it was time to give Kin Khao another try.

This restaurant is the brainchild of once-food blogger Pim Techamuanvivit, aiming to take back the cuisine of her native Thailand.  If you are no stranger to Thai restaurants, you might know what she means.  Most menus at most Thai restaurants are remarkably similar; they contain multiple sections of choose-your-meat, choose-your-spice-level dishes and nearly all of them include the obligatory Pad Thai (noodles), Som Tum (green papaya salad), and Gang Keow Wan (green curry), to name just a few.  And, sure, you'll find noodles, green curry, and a cucumber version of Som Tum on Kin Khao's menu, but the similarities end there.

We started with a couple of cocktails, Patrick chose his by recommendation of the server, I just picked one that appealed.  His, the Hua Hin Beach, a pretty, pinkish snow cone complete with paper umbrella, tasted not at all as fun.  It was pretty terrible, actually.  What smacked of tropical flavors was oddly savory and acrid; we couldn't tell what we were tasting, or what would have made the drink taste that way.  I tried the power of positive thinking "I bet those flavors will pair well with the food," but that didn't work - this was a big fail.  My first go, the Phuket Punch, was so strong on the Gran Classico (a bitter liqueur infused with 25 aromatic herbs and roots), it was all I could taste.  I love me some bitters (Angostura, to be exact, and reminiscent of Gran Classico) and soda (club, to be exact, and reminiscent of bubbly water), but this just wasn't for me.  My second attempt was a score, though.  The Tom Yum was a well-balanced, sweet and sour, refreshing concoction.

Less than 5 minutes after ordering, our meal began with the Hor Mok Terrine with crisp rice cakes.  Served in a little Mason jar, this light and creamy mousse was packed with red curry flavor, a bit of heat, and garnished with a dollop of salty coconut cream topped with threads of kaffir lime leaf.  But here the rice cakes stole the show.  They somehow managed to compress individual grains of puffed white rice into a crispy, delicate but sturdy square cake.  Do not conjure in your mind anything related to what you know as a rice cake, this was nothing like that.  When we finished the meal with less than a single square, we had them pack it up along with that one last bite of curry mousse - it was that good.

Next, we had the Yaowaraj Noodle which reached the table shortly after the terrine.  This was SO, so delicious.  Perfectly cooked, well-blackened noodles (I love that charred, smoky flavor) were generously seasoned with the complex, meaty sauce, most of which the noodles absorb.  Hidden in the tangle of noodles were wok-seared bits of chicken breast and fried (scrambled) egg, with cilantro and green onion strewn across the top to brighten things up.  A small dish of white vinegar(?) with little slices of Thai chili was nestled inside the bowl to be used as a condiment.  It was so perfect with the noodles, yet the noodles alone were so good, I couldn't decide which way I preferred it: with or without.  Patrick couldn't choose, either.

Third came the black cod.  Patrick is a sucker for black cod, and with good reason, it's a luscious, buttery fish.  The proportions of this dish were a little off though, or so I thought at first.  Just a few ounces of fish and a dozen or so thin stalks of Chinese morning glory (think spinach with crispy stems) were floating in a sea of curry sauce.  It would have been more appropriate to call this soup by the looks of it, but once we tasted that curry, we were happy to have so much of it.  The curry was bright, fresh, citrusy-sour, spicy and rich with velvety coconut milk.  The beautifully cooked cod stood up well to the strong flavors, but even still, there wasn't enough of it.  We ordered sticky rice to have with our meal; in hind sight steamed Jasmine rice would have been the way to go - there just wasn't enough of anything to soak up all that curry!  And yes, I straight ate it with a spoon half the time.

We finished the meal with the Black Rice Pudding, their only dessert offering and a phenomenally good one.  The pudding alone, more like a porridge, was fine but didn't have a ton of flavor beyond mildly sweet rice.  But the three simple toppings served on the side are what transformed the dish.  The coconut sugar caramel was silky and complex without being too sweet, the coconut cream was surprisingly light in texture and very salty, and the crunchy bits had bold, toasted flavors.  None of these toppings alone were quite as magical as all of these toppings together (well, I suppose you could go without the crunchies, if you had to).  We were each provided our own bowl in which to experiment with different combinations and ratios.  It was so much fun, and so extraordinarily tasty; what a great way to end the meal.


I loved the food here, though the cocktails were a little too try-hard, which was disappointing.  But, would we come back?  It's hard to say.  I'd like to.  I mean, I'd love to, but the place is ridiculously expensive.  We were there, from start to finish, for little over and hour and the tab was much more than you'd expect for such a laid-back yet fast-paced experience.  The service is casual and not terribly attentive, though friendly.  A handful of silverware is kept at the table in an enameled blue mug, chopsticks in a tin can.  It's hard to believe, but the restaurant was once on Michelin's Bib Gourmand list (defined as a favorite for good value - two courses and a glass of wine or dessert can be had for $40, which is definitely not the case now).  In October 2015, however, the restaurant was elevated to a single Michelin star; our area food critic revisited the restaurant this past February, noting that a particular dish received a whopping 35% price increase "in the last year".  Coincidence?  Probably not.  In my experience, it's not at all uncommon for menu prices to change after receiving a significantly good rating, but it's an unsavory practice at best, in my view.  I'm just not sure Kin Khao is worth it.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Amphawa Thai Noodle House

photo - Yelp, Kob V.


Amphawa Thai Noodle House, Dinner, Inner Richmond
April 8, 2016

P:
Mango Tango
Thai Iced Tea

J: 
Pad Kee Mao with Chicken
Thai Iced Tea


Notes:
Before Patrick and I met, I lived in this neighborhood, our current neighborhood.  Yes, we probably even passed by each other a time or two back then, not knowing that we'd meet someday.  But that's a story for another time.

So, when I did live in this neighborhood, this place, Amphawa, was my favorite neighborhood Thai restaurant, then called Chiang Mai.  Shortly before I moved across the bay, Chiang Mai closed for a period of time, ostensibly for renovations, but reopened with a new name, a new look, and a new menu.  And a new chef, apparently; the food was not good.  This was no longer my favorite neighborhood Thai restaurant, never mind no longer my neighborhood.

Fast forward to a few years later: Patrick and I are dating, we were in his 'hood (my old and our current one, if you follow), and in the mood for Thai food.  We decided to give Amphawa a shot, and I'm glad we did, because it was delicious!

Enough with the back story.  Now I will tell you about our latest visit to this, our favorite neighborhood Thai restaurant.  Well, one of them.  Or, one of mine.  Though, that said, I was pretty disappointed with the noodles I ordered that night.  As soon as I saw those wide, wok-seared rice noodles hit the table, broken into a pile of little pieces in the bowl, I knew: they were overcooked.  Thankfully though, the flavors were still spot-on.  The noodles are tossed in a wok with slices of chicken breast and a smattering of veggies, all seasoned with a piquant and lightly sweet dark sauce, heavy on the umami and punched up by hot, spicy chilies and a generous handful of licorice-y Thai basil.  The hot, sour, salty, and sweet flavors synonymous with Thai cuisine are all at work in this dish, also one of my favorite comfort foods.

Patrick was quite happy with his dish.  Thin slices of fatty beef stir fried in a screaming hot wok (you could literally taste the flames) with pieces of slightly under-ripe mango, bell peppers and onions in a thin but savory sauce flavored with...red wine?  I'm not sure, but I think that's what I was tasting.  Odd, to be sure, but I kept going back for more; it just worked.  Most interestingly for Patrick, the beef and the mango took on similar textures; he often found himself biting into mango but expecting to taste beef, and vice versa.

We both had Thai iced tea.  This is one of Patrick's favorites, but I usually stick with the iced coffee instead, and probably will in the future.  Think ridiculously strong tea (or coffee), syrupy sweet with sugar, tempered by half and half and served over ice.  Yeah, it's good, but I would say average; no better or worse than most I've had.


We'll be back, but if they can't fix their noodle problem, we might need to move (and find ourselves a new favorite neighborhood Thai restaurant).

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Kronnerburger


photo - Anna-Alexia Basile via lisasaysgah.com

Kronnerburger, Dinner, Piedmont Ave
April 6, 2106

P:
Kronnerburger, add Pimento Cheese - Dry Aged Grass Fed Beef, Cheddar Cheese Mayo, Pickle, Onion & Lettuce, served on a House Made Pan de Mie Bun (with Pimento Cheese)

J:
Kronnerburger, as is - Dry Aged Grass Fed Beef, Cheddar Cheese Mayo, Pickle, Onion & Lettuce, served on a House Made Pan de Mie Bun
Marin Sun Farms Beef Cheek and Shank Gravy w/ French Fries and White Cheddar Cheese Curds

Notes:
This was our third (or fourth?) visit to the restaurant that started as a pop-up* in San Francisco.  The brick-and-mortar opened in Oakland about a year ago, and I was thrilled that it landed just a few blocks from from where I lived (at the time); I had heard such fabulous things.

I absolutely love Kronnerburger, or, I should say the Kronnerburger.  I've tried a few other things on their frequently changing menu, including the poutine style fries on this particular visit, but nothing does it for me like that burger.  Every element of that burger has been carefully considered and perfected.  The dry aged beef patty is coarse-ground and loosely, but adequately, packed into a 1/2 inch- thick disc, well-seasoned and seared on the grill, imparting a nice char to the outside while keeping the inside cool and rare.  The patty rests on a well-buttered, golden-toasted pan de mie bun, and for those of you who have ever made a grilled cheese with "accidentally" too much butter, you know why this is a good thing.  Placed on top of the burger are a few singular rings of griddled onion, some pickles and a nice crisp lump of iceberg lettuce.  All of this crowned with the other half of toasty bun and a generous swath of white cheddar mayo.  AND, get this, when it hits the table, it looks like one of those burgers that is too tall to eat, but when you pick it up to take a bite (or, you cut it in half, whatever floats your boat), it magically smooshes into the perfect get-a-little-bit-of-everything-in-every-bite burger without losing anything along the way.  We're talking perfect engineering, here.

Patrick absolutely does not like Kronnerburger, the Kronnerburger.  It was on this night that he finally, confidently settled on that opinion, three (or four?) visits in the making.  For this last attempt, he ordered the burger medium and added the pimento cheese, hoping that would get him closer to something he liked.  It didn't work.  Generally, he doesn't care for the over-the-top richness or the absence of a vinegary punch which might temper it.  He also finds it messy; I'd argue that's not necessarily a negative, but clearly I'm gaga for this masterpiece (see?!).

We (well, more so I) enjoyed the poutine-style fries, but they were heavy on the clove and just heavy in general.  Not that I would expect any different, I knew what I was getting into.  The fries, hand cut (I'm guessing) and fried to super-crisp perfection were topped with a sticky-meaty gravy and crumbles of gooey white cheddar.  More to the point: delicious dish, but I'll stick to the burger alone next time.  Patrick might just have dessert.


*For those unfamiliar with the pop-up restaurant, it's a thing that gained popularity within the last 5 years or so.  In essence, existing restaurants or other establishments are "taken over" by an outside chef and crew for the day (typically when the existing spot is closed) and dinner is served.  It's a symbiotic relationship on multiple levels, and successful pop-ups often lead to brick-and-mortar establishments (which then host pop-us?  Eh, eh?  Please, talk amongst yourselves).

Sunday, April 3, 2016

CatHead's BBQ

photo - catheadsbbq.com

CatHead's BBQ, SOMA, Lunch
April 3, 2016

P:
Slow Smoked Pork Shoulder with BBQ Baked Beans and Mustard Slaw
Cathead Biscuit with Honey Butter and Pepper Jelly (to share)
Sweet tea ("Good," says Patrick.)

J:
Coca-Cola Smoked Brisket with Pimento Mac & Cheese and Dandelion Green Potato Salad
Unsweetened Tea ("Bad," says Patrick.)


Notes:
CatHead's is another one of those places on that BBQ list I was telling you about.  The main attraction here, if not the barbecue, is the cathead biscuit, so named because it is as large as a cat's head.

This is one of the first barbecue places I've ever been to which didn't allow for a "plate" with more than one meat choice.  Not to suggest that I couldn't have done this, but I allowed the menu to be my guide, and decided to stick with the "BBQ Plate with two sides".  The plates come with a mini-cathead biscuit, but since I believed the biscuit to be the reason we were there, I insisted we get a "regular" cathead biscuit and forego the minis.  The guy at the counter kindly substituted extra pickles in place of the biscuits.

We ordered, collected our drinks and utensils and sat at the bar overlooking the smokers.  As we waited, I tasted the different sauces at the counter: the usual BBQ, a mustard sauce, and a habanero sauce.  The BBQ sauce was average, the mustard sauce good (though not as delicious as Black Bark's mustard sauce) and the habanero sauce - delicious - smooth and thick with a wonderfully sweet heat.  Very nice.  Several minutes later, we were served.  The sides, in all cases, were generous.  My brisket portion was average if not a little less than, and Patrick's pulled pork was an insane mound of shredded goodness, which we had to assume was a heavy-handed error - no way was that the usual serving size. 

Everything was good, but I think the biscuit and sides stood out more than the barbecue, which is probably not the best thing to say about a BBQ joint.  I liked the pork more than Patrick, he didn't care for the way in which it was doused in sauce.  He preferred my brisket, but I thought it was on the dry side and didn't have much flavor.  The BBQ Baked Beans were well balanced and super-tender; a thumbs up, and Patrick isn't easy.  The slaw he thought good, but not great, and I'd say the same.  The loose and mashy Dandelion Green Potato Salad wasn't pretty but it was damn tasty, though the strong vinegar flavor of this creamy concoction got to be a little much towards the end.  Finally, the mac and cheese was good but nothing extraordinary, though it did hit the spot.

The cathead biscuit was probably our favorite part of it all.  It was crispy and buttery on the outside, soft and pillowy on the inside.  The butter was generously sweetened with honey and the pepper jelly was so, so good, but there wasn't enough of it for that giant biscuit.

Barbecue can have off days, so we're not ready to dismiss this place, but we're not ready to call it a favorite, either.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Stock in Trade

photo - stockintradesf.com


Stock in Trade, Marina, Brunch
April 2, 2016

P:
Biscuits n' Gravy
Buttermilk Biscuit, Bacon Gravy, Two Fried Eggs, Potatoes

J:
Wakin’ Bacon Sando
Crispy Bacon, American Cheese, Two Fried Eggs, House-Made Pain de Mie, Sriracha Aioli, Crispy Fries


Notes:
We ended up at Stock and Trade to meet a group of friends for a birthday brunch.  We hadn't heard of this restaurant before, but they have bottomless mimosas on the menu; there might have been a correlation.

The place was ridiculously loud with speakers blaring mediocre Top-40 rap from all directions.  Clearly, their intent was to create that "party" atmosphere by forcing us to yell at one another.  (Woo, party.)  So that plus bottomless mimosas equals not very high hopes for the food.  But I was wrong, in part.


My breakfast sandwich was pretty damn good.  Proper eggs (runny), perfect bacon (thin and crispy), on a well-made, toasted pain de mie bun (bravo!).  American cheese and Sriracha aioli (= spicy mayonnaise) sealed the deal on this winner.  Oh, and damn good french fries came with that damn good sammich.

Patrick was a little less fortunate.  When he ordered the Biscuits and Gravy, the server kindly proceeded to warn him of it; it was not a terribly successful take on the dish, in her view (which was, of course, guided mostly by the views of all those who ordered the dish before him).  I have mixed feelings about this approach.  While it's nice to be advised that a dish may not live up to expectations, it's not nice to know that the restaurant continues to serve something that everyone complains about, AND any chance of loving that [failure of a] dish has now been thwarted - the seeds of contempt have been planted!  So, yeah.  He thought it was just okay.  The biscuits were heavy and the gravy didn't have much flavor, save for a hint of bacon hidden under the taste of raw flour.  Crammed into the cast iron dish with everything else was a larger than necessary pile of mashy/chunky curry-spiced(?) potatoes.  I think I've commented before that you can't really ruin a potato, but these guys tried.


The bottomless bellinis (peach juice with sparking wine) and mimosas (orange juice with sparkling wine) were surprisingly good, until they turned into a giant headache, which came as no surprise.


We probably wouldn't go back unless it was once again chosen as a birthday brunch destination or some such thing - not really our kind of place.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Dirty Habit

photo - Yelp, Janelle Q.

Dirty Habit, SOMA, Drinks
April 1, 2016

P:
Oaxacan Express -
Espresso infused Del Maguey Vida Mezcal, Pueblo Viejo Tequila, Suze, All Spice, Tempus Fugit Creme de Cacaco

J:
What I wanted: Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove -
Avua Cachaca, Barsol Quebranta Pisco, Lillet Rose, Velvet Falernum
What I got: Aloe Be Thy Name -
Banks 5 Island Rum, Chareau Aloe, Guava, Banana, Lime


Notes:
We came here for a drink after having some fabulous Vietnamese fare around the way.  Dirty Habit is on "our list" not only for the food, but for the cocktails, so we didn't argue for a second when it was suggested as our next stop.

I'm sad to say, I'm not sure we'll be able to humor this place a second time.  The bar/restaurant is located on the 5th floor (you're welcome - we searched 4 out of 9 floors before finding it) in the hip and trendy boutique Hotel Zelos.  This is one of those hotels where everyone, patrons and personnel alike, is young and attractive, and all have "that" look (you could interpret this many ways, and I'll let you).  The staff was not well trained, which resulted in the four of us doing a ridiculous dance just to get a seat.  (Make that three of us, I saw this coming and excused myself, finding respite in the toilet paper-less ladies' room.)  Then the drink menu was one of those 10-page deals, with a cute name and lengthy description for each cocktail, but with only one copy per four people, it took us a while to decide on what we wanted.  And when I ordered the Iron Fist in a Velvet glove, we learned it was one of the two cocktails being "phased out", and therefore unavailable.  Thankfully, I had a second choice in mind.

The drinks took 10 minutes, maybe more, maybe less; though, they were lovely.  But, at $13 each our bill turned out to be more for four drinks than dinner for five people, which might not have been so bad had the experience not been so lackluster.

So, here is the conundrum.  I'm too old (There, I said it!) to tolerate this sort of nonsense, but the food here is supposed to be HAYMAZING!  What to do, what to do?!  Maybe worth another shot?  I think so.  But on a Tuesday.  At 5 o'clock.  Early bird special.

Tu Lan

photo - insidescoopsf.sfgate.com

Tu Lan, SOMA, Dinner
April 1, 2016

P&J:
Imperial Rolls
Pork Shish Kebab & Rice Noodle
Beef Cubes VN Style
Fried Fish & Ginger Sauce


Notes:
This place is an institution.  It's also an institution that has been shut down by the health department on more than one occasion.  I found this out while perusing the interwebs for their menu prior to meeting up with some friends there, days later.  I didn't pay that much mind, though; the friend who recommended Tu Lan is no fool.

Five of us crowded around a table and ordered food to share.  The beef and fish were known favorites, and the Imperial Rolls and pork I read were "must try" dishes.

Everything was pretty incredible, flavors bright and fresh.  The saucy beef, doused in black pepper that somehow didn't overpower everything, shared the plate with a pile of sauteed onions and tomato.  The pork, caramelized on the grill, was sticky and succulent, served over plain rice noodles with cilantro leaves and grated carrot.  Thin fish filets, lightly breaded and flash-fried were accompanied by a punchy sauce of finely grated ginger and vinegar.  The Imperial Rolls were so-so; they seemed over-cooked and dried out, but tasty nonetheless, especially with the Nouc Cham (a sweet, vinegary dipping sauce) served on the side.

Apparently, Julia Child stopped here for a bite in 1985, her likeness emblazoned on the front of the laminated menusThe near 30-year old newspaper snippet which made mention of her visit still hangs on the wall.

We'll be backAt the very least we need to try Julia's favorite, the Lemon Beef Salad.