Sunday, July 12, 2009

East LA Gets Fancy and Meets Napa Valley at Union Station to Benefit AltaMed Health Services

East La Meets Napa
AltaMed Health Services
Union Station
800 N.Alameda St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
(213) 624-0171


On Friday July 10th, Latino movers and shakers in the culinary world partnered with Latino wine makers and vintners to host a blow out event assaulting the eyes, ears, taste buds, and livers of ticket holders and media alike with amazing food, beautiful wines, interesting music and high quality people watching all to benefit AltaMed Health Services organization. This is the fourth annual East LA Meets Napa, it was my first and it won't be my last.

Above is the exhaustive list of food and wine providers. I didn't come close to hitting all of them. Even though I walked through the gates at 6:10, the courtyard was packed with people already making merry. Many thanks to Alexia Haidos for making sure many food bloggers were sported entry gratis. My husband and I had a beautiful time and will surely enjoy the Reidel stemware handed out for tasting until someone breaks them. Likely they will last through August.

Due to crowds of people, I was unable to respond to the wine pairings set up with the foods, or make really intelligent choices for myself in terms of pairings. All the tables were pretty crowded when we got there, and moreso as the evening wore on. The review, henceforth, has the liquid commentary at the end, leading with the food.

Above is the AltaMed table. They had a Wheel of Fortune game set up. Spin the wheel, answer a trivia question about the organization and win cute little prizes! Thanks to the media preview at Rivera two weeks ago, I answered them all correct! Woot! I didn't take any prizes though, I didn't think that would be fair.

My first item up for snacking were empanadas from La Monarca Bakery in Huntington Park. Chorizo or chicken, and they were pretty nice. I liked the chorizo one a hair better. But still warm, slightly crispy on the outside, soft and fluffy on the inside. Lovely little puffs of pasty and meat. Perfect front loading for wine and tequila.


One of my next stops was at the El Portal table for mini quesadillas in corn tortillas. These were simply cheese and some beautiful pepper sauce. They were hot and tasty, and moving quickly like the idiomatic hot cakes.


Back in the days of our courtship, D used to swing by my K-Town apartment building, The DuBarry, between 8 and 8:30 for a 9 PM dinner reservation somewhere. This was prior to classrooms full of 11 year olds at 7:30 am demanding a bright and perky teacher, or 7 AM client meetings 60 miles away from home. Nowadays, senior citizen dining hours tend to suit us better, and they suit food photography better as well. The natural July evening light between 6 and 7:30 makes for easy shot making and happier digestive systems.

The mission of [HOMEBOY] industries is compelling and impressive. From their website:

A distinctive feature of Homeboy Industries is its small businesses, where the most difficult to place individuals are hired in transitional jobs in a safe, supportive environment where they will learn both concrete and soft job skills. Here an individual can build a resume and gain work experience in the Homeboy Bakery, Homegirl Café & Catering, Homeboy Maintenance, Homeboy Merchandise, Homeboy Press and Homeboy Silkscreen & Embroidery. Proceeds from these businesses help support our services.


The Homegirl Cafe division created an artistically beautiful spread, using a cornucopia of summer fruits and veg to make the point they use seasonal ingredients and offer flavors bursting with California freshness.

They offered bright green salads and chicken tacos with picked onions, cabbage and whatnot. Despite the clear picture here, the crowds would not let me get close enough to wrap my lips around one of these nice little tacos nor get my paws on a salad plata.


Moles La Tia is one of the restaurants that provided offerings at Rivera's media event the week previous. That day they offered the tight little light tasting veggie rolls above and to the left. To the right is a little dumpling not offered that day, but much enjoyed at the Union Station evening. Mole? Well I need some for my veggies too!


Moles La Tia was serving a tender pork with the classic dark mole I often dream of when thinking of the Yucatan & Quintana Roo. Despite the fact it is traditionally Oaxacan, I was introduced to it in Yucatan and eating it always reminds me of that trip so long ago. This one was dark, silky and smokey.

But, by far my favorite tasting mole was that offered over pollo at Cook's Tortas. People I knew were mentioning this all over the courtyard, "Did you taste Cook's Torta's pollo?" Yes, I did!


Amazing.

It isn't much to photograph, but it was great. Teenage Glutster describes it as a, " luscious version of my homestate's toasted, green pumpkin seed based Pipian Verde." Pipian Verde is a green mole made and getting its green color from pumpkin seeds and vegetable broth. This is a much lighter mole, I aim to try making this one at mi casa.

Already big fans of Rivera, a stop by the Rivera stand early was a must prior to them potentially running out food. The cooks were making a fresh batch of tortillas florales, tortillas with fresh flowers cooked into them.

Obviously, pretty as a picture.


Next, spooned generously on top is an avocado salsa.

Followed by a lightly citrus shrimp mixture, ceviche like but the texture of the shrimp seemed cooked not cured. I adore everything about John Sedlar's food, from the plating and presentation to the bright, smokey, interesting but always Mexican flavors.

Phlight won D's heart. Phlight, located in Whittier, also offered food at the media preview at Rivera and being tardy I tasted none. I didn't miss the chance a second time. I wanted to know if it was worth driving out to Whittier for. The answer is a resounding yes.

Above is a shrimp/pineapple/orange juice/cucumber ceviche. D's taste buds did little somersaults of joy in his mouth after snacking at this.

The man working the counter requested that we come back in an hour to try their crepes with ricotta cheese and hibiscus juice, then he second guessed himself and pulled one out from somewhere behind us for us to try. This was beautiful. The hibiscus juice with perfectly light sweetness balanced the creaminess of the ricotta and the thick starch of the crepe. I could have had even a little more sauce. I love the drama of its appearance.

This very cold and very summertime drinkable Sauvignon Blanc was waiting just inside the front gates. I drank this while noshing on La Monarca's empanadas. Perfect crispness with the savory pastry.

We spent some time at the Elements table. By spending time, I mean we returned more than once and even took an order form. The syrah was very nice but the real standout was the Mourvedre.

I love the loteria card-esque labeling of the wines at El Vino. I have a longtime obsession with loteria cards and even have an entire set of Christmas tree ornaments made from mini-loteria cards.

I caved on Rousanne the El Vino people were sampling. I did not like it. The flavors were tart and thin for a Rousanne.


In the press preview, no one mentioned there was going to be tequila at the event, but tequila there was. Metl, a new label. Silver, gold reposado and anejo were being offered. I tasted the silver and anejo both sippable and wonderfully smooth. They also shared Mezcal! Mezal typically goes down a little rough for me, so I passed but D and LAOCFoodie both knocked some back and loved it.

LAOCFoodie has been calling this the "Tequila from the future" in tweets ever since because all bottles were labeled 2012. Still delicious.

We made our escape at 7:30-hot and headed to Cole's for a cold beverage and soothing darkness. After bopping our way around downtown for a couple hours, we eventually ended the evening sitting on the stone wall in the outside courtyard at Edendale with some friends where, sadly, I fell asleep in public.

Because My Dog is Awesome

Let me start by sharing there is nothing good about losing Daisy. It has sucked to the utmost degree of suckishness. However! If there were some small side benefit to having solely one dog in the house, it is that Jackson has begun hiding bones again.

Since he was a teen, Jackson has enjoyed hiding bones. I have found bones in a closet, under a chair, buried in a basket of scarves, in between the seat cushions of a very expensive leather couch and in random kitchen cupboards that yes, he can open with his snout. He stopped hiding and burying his bones about 4 years ago when beautiful Daisy came home with us at 8 weeks of age. Obviously, because that garbage disposal of a canine ate anything she could get her soft damp lips around. The bone hider returns. Please observe. (Each video less than 35 seconds long, I am nothing if not to the point.)




In Temecula for a tennis tournament this weekend, we sat by the sidelines watching David lose to a very worthy opponent in three sets. The first bone goes into the ground under the edge of court 1.



Milk Bone #2. I was so amused, I wanted to see if he would do it again or give himself the pleasure of eating one. Watch how he pats the earth down with his snout, so it is nice and smooth and firm. No one would ever know someone had squirreled away a tasty treat for later snacking.



Milk Bone #3. Why stop now, I am so amused. Between D's match and mine, Jackson hung out in that shady corner for about 4 hours. He buried the bones almost immediately, and never retrieved them. Exhausted after my match, I didn't bother to get them either, and I kind of regret it. I wonder if he is thinking about them right now, like that little white dog in the Traveler's Insurance adverts?

And FYI, while this is supposed to be a food blog, let me remind you that Milk Bones are food.

Lazy Sunday Meme

I am waiting interminably for iVideos of Jackson to upload from my iPhone onto my iMac. I order to get on with my iLife, I will complete an iMeme, just until something more substantial is available to blog about. Seen first at Chatiry World, a lovely little blog generated in the UK.

The Foodie Confessions Meme

IN THE KITCHEN

1. My trademark recipe: I don't have a trademark, per se. I get inspired when eating a certain dish, and tend to try to recreate those in my home. I am currently obsessed with John Sedlar's Mexico City Sundae.

2. Kitchen gadget or accessory I couldn't live without: corkscrew

3. Biggest kitchen handicap: I'd rather eat out.

4. Dish/technique that I want to learn: I'd like to cure bacon from scratch in order to participate in Michael Ruhlman's BLT challenge. I won't tell you what my idea for the challenge is because I think you will copy it the way someone in an online chatroom stole that L.A.M.B. purse out from underneath me on eBay. And I am currently constructing a hat out of tin foil.

5. My top cooking tip: Don't feel hemmed in by a recipe. Do some reading to understand the chemistry involved, then close the book. For everything but baking.

6. Favourite cuisine/food style: Japanese.

7. Favourite cook book: To look at & dream, Heston Bluementhal's Big Fat Duck. To use, the cookbook Mom made from all her recipes with the post-it notes of memorable occasions, and which was whose favorite and so on. Best book in the house. Blumenthal would be lucky to get his hands on one.

8. Favourite chef: John Rivera Sedlar, Ludo Lefebvre, and my mom (she could have been a chef, she's mad enough and loves food enough and can get really angry, but I think she's more of an amazing cook than a chef. But so what? This is my meme.)

9. Favourite food programme: Top Chef. Although, I am starting to adore Throw Down with Bobby Flay. He clearly has so much respect for these people's skills and culture. He has really begun to woo me.

10. Favourite food magazine: They publish food magazines? I don't really read them, but I do enjoy flipping through Bon Appetit.

11. Favourite local restaurant: Izayoi or Ludobites, right now.


INTERNET FOR FOODIES

12. Favourite foodie website: There are so many I love, I cannot begin to narrow it down to even 5. Blogs, news sites, recipes, reviews sites. This is my life, strangely.

13. Favourite recipe search: Epicurious. Fast and easy on desk top or iPhone, a great reference for figuring out why things work the way they work and then immediately doing it differently.

14. Online recipe binder: I am not really a recipe collector.

15. Favourite food blog: Again, just cannot go there. I love so many for so many reasons. Sinosoul because he's angry at food, mattatouille.com because he so earnestly loves the food experience, Oishii Eats! for the photography, Teenage Glutster and LAOCFoodie for their soundbites, Food GPS and Caroline on Crack for the news and happs, and so on and so forth and on and on and on.


FAVOURITE RECIPES

Do I have to?

16. Main course: broiled miso salmon with ginger and green onions

17. Quickie: Scrambled eggs with a little cream, green onions, cheese & truffle salt. I eat this alone in front of the tv sitting cross legged protecting my plate from Jackson because he loves scrambled eggs.

18. Soup/salad: Anything with arugula and red onions.

19. Baked treat or dessert: As referenced above, John Sedlar's Mexico City Sundae. But this current infatuation will be gone in about the same amount of time the macaron fetish lasted. I give it another 3 weeks, tops.

20. Self-invented (or adapted): Everything made in my kitchen, ever.

I would love for any readers to email me their meme...I am fascinated by other people's kitchen habits. There could be a book deal in my fascination somewhere.

And my husband just vacuumed up a pair of my panties with the Dyson hand vac.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

You Have to Eat Anyway, So Dine Out for the Cure!

On Wednesday July 15, 2009 all of Los Angeles can dine in one of many popular restaurants to benefit Susan Komen for the Cure. The following restaurants will donate 10% of the gross profits from breakfast, lunch and/or dinner service to benefit the search for the cure to end breast cancer.

Personally, if it were me, I'd hit Michael's on Naples because my food crazy friend Melissa A-G loves that place. I am just looking for a reason to dine there. Or maybe I will hit Roy's DTLA because it is right by my house, and the 15th is a school night and all.

Supposedly, they are adding new restaurants daily. Click that link up there at the top early next week and see if anything new has been added that really grabs you!

And by all means, eat some wonderful food, have a lovely time, and let's communally tell cancer to fuck the hell off.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

A Perfect 4th of July

This 4th of July my favorite cousins *wink* were in town with the wonderful exchange students, Marta & Liza. I took advantage of their presence to invite a whole passel of people over for an Independence Day celebration. People cooked, B sliced a watermelon, F made everyone laugh, JAF charmed our collective pants off, the dog had the run of the house and we all had a fantastic time.


J gave me the inspiration to cook Mom's fried chicken for late lunch/early dinner. Mom is an attorney, and I am assuming she approaches law the way she approaches cooking. She likes precision, not guesswork. However, this chicken recipe is a different thing altogether, a heretofore unknown part of her personality. She doesn't even have it written down. WTF? She emailed me an extremely imprecise recipe with no ingredient measurements or things of that nature. Although, she did discuss the temperature of the electric frying pan that I don't have. Who has an electric frying pan anymore? Mom. That's who.

I counted around 20 people coming to celebrate. Since there would definitely be more food, I bought 4 chickens cut into parts, rinsed them, dried them on paper towels and cut each giant breast into two smaller but still rather giant sized pieces. Above is only two of the four, I think.


In a paper bag I dumped flour (maybe a cup), some sea salt, some Italian seasonings, some cracked pepper and some paprika for color. After slightly drying, salting chickens and letting them sit for 20 minutes, I threw 3-5 peices at a time into the paper bag, shaking to thoroughly coat in the dry goods mixture. Then into my skillet with a little butter and vegetable oil they go. I would give you a temp for the skillet, but since mine is not electric, the temp is somewhat immaterial to me so I refrained from committing that to memory. I knew the skillet was hot enough when water droplets sizzled after being sprinkled into the fat. I preheated and cooked at a medium temp.

This is a time consuming process. Each side cooks about 12 minutes, trying to cook them equally on at least three sides. I kept a meat thermometer handy for the times when I was paying attention more to guests than to chicken. If the internal meat of the chicken reached 180, they were cooked through.

Above is more or less the finished product. Shots taken of huge piles of fried chicken on a platter are less mouth watering for some reason than the chicken still cooking in the pan. Naturally, it did not taste exactly like Mom's. However, it was delicious. Most people ate two or more pieces. Some people exclaimed over the deliciousness as soon as they bit into their first piece, D included. Thanks Mom, it was perfect.

The second dish I cooked was inspired by BoHo in Hollywood. They offer delectable oyster po' boy sliders. While EKD and I were tweeting about copying their recipe, I realized how easy it would be to make. Since I was already wandering down the Southern food path, I decided to throw these in for the party as well. Served at BoHo on a biscuit, I started with Pillsbury refrigerated dough. To my reader who asserts that I am all that is wrong with the culinary arts in this country for using anything instant or convenient, you are right. I suck. I did not make biscuits from scratch. The end.

I knew the amount of dough for a full sized biscuit would create too large of a bun for the sliders.
For a trial run, I made 50% sized and two 25%, cutting the dough and then reshaping into rounds.


They came out of the oven after 8 minutes perfectly round, brown and delicious.


50% size was juuuuuuuust right.


Liza & Marta sat at the bar keeping me company, cutting and shaping the dough for all the sliders. Four containers worth. Good work girls!


J holds the platter of mini biscuits in the sun for me to shoot. They tasted as lovely as they look despite the preservatives and chemicals, and left me plenty of time to work on the oysters. Using four 8 oz cans of fresh raw oysters from the seafood section at the Silver Lake Von's, I dunked each one in cornmeal, then buttermilk, then cornmeal again, frying them lightly in vegetable oil. Inside the bun, my European production line spread a pesto aoili (made from Mom & Sue's springtime pesto and mayo), and lined each bun with arugula before welcoming the hot little oysters to make pretty platters of oyster po' boy sliders.


Liza is vegetarian, so a half dozen of those suckers were made with battered and fried tofu. Reportedly delicious.

I know I loved them, and I also know the several dozen sliders did not last long on the platter. They were all eaten within about an hour. I was barely done cooking and they were all already gone. Just what every cook hopes for, happy and hearty eaters.

Definitely an inspired meal, dessert was motivated by the gobstoppingly delicious Mexico City Sundae served at the Rivera press preview for East LA Meets Napa last week. Vanilla bean ice cream with pine nuts, whipped cream, cinnamon and habanero caramel sauce.


I was totally winging it on this course. I looked up several caramel recipes on epicurious, deciding the best way to go about making the sauce was to infuse water with habanero oils by boiling and reducing, then substituting this for the plain water used in a regular caramel sauce, the way orange juice is used in an orange flavored caramel sauce.

There's really only one issue you need to keep in mind when boiling habaneros in water. Use a pan with a lid. I left mine open to the air, intending for the water to reduce somewhat. About 15 minutes later the entire population of my crowded kitchen were coughing and had watery eyes. D panicked, yelled at me in the bathroom that my food was smoking...I came running. Was it the fried chicken? The biscuits? The oysters? What had I left cooking that was already on fire? Nothing. Not a damn thing. But everyone looked like they were being poisoned. The oils and habanero essense were leaking into the air and the kitchen had filled with their spiciness. Most people went outside altogether. We opened some windows and doors, I covered the habanero water, and the toxins dissipated. It's not a party til someone is coughing up a lung.


Later, the caramel. Trial and error process, and thankfully sugar and water aren't expensive. I ruin one batch every time I cook caramel. Why do I not follow directions in a recipe? I have a mental block. I typically read the directions quickly, then cast them aside wantonly and go for it. Some recipes require more precision, correct amounts of ingredients, and appropriate tool use. Thank goodness for H, A, R & R. They stood by my side through a couple batches of caramel til we got a worthy product. Maybe next time I will do it right the first time.

Habanero caramel sauce. I also made a non-habanero batch for the fearful. Really, this was not that spicy. I could been more daring.


Drizzled over, (*gasp*, not homemade?), Haagen-Dazs Vanilla Bean ice cream

Whipped cream and cinnamon, with pine nuts under the whip. Thanks to R for making a beautiful whipped cream. Both sets of dessert were a wonderful way to end the meal. By this time we were all sitting around the chimenea with our shoes off, talking and listening to the fireworks. My European sous chefs long gone, an LA Galaxy match completing their world wind tour of Los Angeles while taking care of J's somewhat fragile emotional state.


It was all my pleasure to meet you, Marta & Liza. I enjoyed spending time with you and appreciated your endless support in the kitchen. Thanks for bringing my cousins to me and spending such a lovely day with my family.


Happy Birthday, United States of America.

Happy Birthday to you.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Mouth Heaven at Ludobites at Breadbar

Ludobites at Breadbar (til 08/22)
8718 West 3rd Street
Los Angeles, CA 90048
310 205 0124
http://www.breadbar.net/events.html

Our Thursday night culinary adventure started walking down a hill and hopping on the bus, heading toward Chef Ludo Lefebvre and his Ludobites concept at Breadbar on the very eastern outskirts of Beverly Hills. The lovely 3 bus. The metro transit system in Los Angeles may have its faults: not enough lines, they don't run often enough, there are sometimes weird freaks with 3 foot wide 6 foot long dreadlocks that look like the world's largest poop high as a a kite on who knows what basically speaking in tongue. However, buses are cleaner and smell better than a taxi. They are incredibly safe. I find the drivers to have a wonderful balance between efficiency in terms of speed and safety. Air conditioners pump out so much cool air, one needs a sweater on an early July afternoon. Buuuut, they are unpredictable in terms of delivery time. We were 30 minutes late for our reservation. Nevertheless, Ludo's lovely and gracious wife made room for us despite it, with a nice little table on the sidewalk patio.

Breadbar is BYOB, no corkage. LOVES! Since we literally ran out of the house to catch the 6pm 3 at the corner, we didn't have time to swing by our local, Silverlake Wine. Lee's Liquor on 3rd is about a block away, so we stopped in there and among their kinda not so great selection found one lone bottle of Chateauneuf du Pape. We're snargy like that. Louis Bernard Red Rhone Wine, 2005. A lower priced Chateauneuf, but after breathing a bit it was perfectly serviceable for wetting our whistles while noshing on Ludo's small plates.


Last night's menu above. What the hades is Ludobites? Ludobites is a guerrilla style pop-up restaurant created by Chef Ludo Lefebvre, recently featured as the melt-down king of pig's ears quesadillas on Top Chef Masters. Please do not hold that against him, different people work well in different kinds of situations, and in his own kitchen Ludo's food shines. He has a very loyal following of bloggers and food eaters in Los Angeles, and it can be hard to get a reservation right now at Breadbar. From his website Ludo says that the goal is to, "create a new 'bistronomy' cuisine that features Michelin style French cuisine with modern technique offered at affordable prices". The plan is to offer a "restaurant within a restaurant" by coming in to do temporary dinner service in restaurants that only typically offer breakfast and lunch. Genius in concept, one of my favorite recent restaurant experiences in execution.

Food. Wonderful food. All the food is small or moderately small plates intended to share. D has come along way during this heavy blogging year. He is now not only willing to eat oysters, but often requests them, and he is also now open to sharing small plates. Yay. We started by sharing the White Asparagus Veloute with Mozzarella Ice Cream, Shaved Fennel, Dried Olives and Lemon Zest. Starting off on the right foot, this was elegant and innovative.


Look at this pic carefully and you can see the differences in the two soft textures. On the outside the soup is, well, thick and soupy and the ice cream remains just barely frozen in the middle. The temperatures mixed interestingly, the soup being served at a fairly ambient temperature, and the ice cream just barely cold enough to be able to discern the differences in texture and flavor. Flavor from the dried olives was very intense, keeping the asparagus and mozzarella flavors from being too mild.


D was entranced by the Poached Egg 65 Degrees with Savory French Toast, Black Truffles and Parmesan-Onions. He claims this is the consistency to which soft boiled eggs are cooked at every Jewish deli on the planet, then served less fancifully over rye toast. He even challenged me to a culinary tour of the great Jewish delis in LA, comparing and contrasting soft boiled eggs on toast moving from the Westside to the Eastside.

I counter challenged him that they could not be this delicious without the black truffle and whatever those two delicious sauces are on the bottom of the plate. I wish I snapped a pic of the egg broken open. The yolk was that perfect bright orange with a luxurious almost pate-like texture. Spreadable, and not the slightest bit runny. Good thing the bus person came along when he did, because I was about embarrass my easily embarrassed husband by licking the plate. I swear.


Above is the Cod with Spiced Butter, Fresh Porcinis & Almonds served Tonnato style. This was the only meh of the evening. The ingredients all look and sound wonderful together, the quality was good and the freshness and texture beautiful together. But the flavors were flat. There was nothing popping on this dish. Next.


Next was good, very good. Creamy Polenta, Cantal Cheese and Oxtail Meat.

While fairly well buried in the delicious and not overly rich polenta, the oxtail meat was generously portioned. Basically it was just barely surrounded by polenta. I might make this at home with the leftovers the next time I make oxtails. Because I rarely cook, it takes true inspiration to get me in the kitchen. If I want to riff on something a chef does, that is the highest compliment I can give.

Surprisingly, D was less inspired by the Heirloom Tomato Salad, with Red Onions, Feta Mousse and Oregano. He said, this isn't that original or unique. My thought was this is the perfect spin on a classic summertime heirloom salad, with the feta mousse. Not much needs to be done to a Greek style tomato salad to improve upon perfection. He wisely agreed. It was acidic marvelousness balanced by the creaminess of the cheesy mousse.

Strangely, we ended with the Chicken Liver Mousse with Cornichons and Green Apples. Strange because it's really an hors d'ouevres. It was super good though, the sweet green apple surprising against the sour of the pickle and the richness of the liver.

We had a really wonderful meal, with great service. Really great, comfy personal service. Nothing pretentious or ever the least bit formal. I love this kind of service, like these people could be your next door neighbors or someone you sat next to having drinks at your favorite bar. I definitely plan to go back before August 22nd. And after August 22nd, I will follow wherever Ludo's food leads.

And we took a stinky cab home.

Douchebaggery at The Bazaar?

Has the level of douchebaggery at The Bazaar risen to such heights that the staff must treat paying clients like schoolchildren worthy of a scolding? Apparently so, by both witnessing the complete takeover of the restaurant & bar area by the ex-Skybar crowd and experiencing a bit of a scolding by a waitress in Le Patisserie.

After supper in the neighborhood (more on that blissful experience later) the bright idea to revisit The Bazaar for a special after dinner cocktail struck us as inspired. We strolled over in the cool evening air, reliving our meal over and over in our conversation. As we rounded the corner of the parking loop at the SLS, I was amazed at the nightclub like frenzy at the valet parker, in energy and in dress. Y'all know what I mean.

Inside we headed to the very crowded bar and paid $40 for a vodka/soda and a vodka/caipirinha. Is that a lot of money for a couple cocktails? Yes. That was close to half the price of a 6 course small plates meal of quality equal to The Bazaar right round the corner. But we know where we are, and covering the heavy overhead of that décor & good address is spendy.

The problem arises in finding a place to drink the $40 worth of vodka. The bar area is packed. The music is a little thumpy, and there's nowhere to sit. So we stroll over to the Patisserie side and sit on one of their delicate couches, to be asked quickly if we'd like dessert and to be told in no uncertain terms that we cannot sit here without ordering dessert. We tried to explain there was nowhere to sit in the bar, and we were planning on staying about 10 minutes, finish our drinks and leave. "No, this The Patisserie. You can't just drink here." D, with his sweet tooth & sweet nature, naturally asks for the menu fully intending to order dessert. The server says of course we can see it and adds over her shoulder, "if you don't order you have to leave". After that comment, and it was far more about the method of delivery than the message itself, there was no way I was going to stay for one of Jose's beautiful desserts.

I understand that this is an "it" spot. Everyone wants to be at The Bazaar right now. The food is fantastic and fantastical. The atmosphere is a cross between Alice in Wonderland and Pan's Labyrinth. The people are beautiful. By only allowing people ordering dessert to sit in the Patisserie, management is actually trying to protect their serious diners' experience from what is most likely the temporary onslaught of the B&T/striped shirt/mini-skirt/Skybar brigade. However, I recall our second visit to The Bazaar. After dinner we strolled through the retail area with a cognac, I took snaps of the sweets, and we curled up cozily on a Patisserie couch & emptied our snifters unaccosted.

I love The Bazaar. I am beyond thrilled at Andres' success and happy to have a culinary venture of this genre and reknown in my fair city. I know their food will outlast the fickle nightclub crowd. I just hope in the meantime they can find a way to protect their foodie clientele from their professional partying clientele a little more nicely.