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Author Topic: NOMNOMNOM: The Dining Out Room  (Read 465 times)
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« Reply #15 on: 11:27:47, 23-10-2008 »

Did you ever stumble across a dirt-cheap unprepossessing hole in the wall with no name that served you manna from heaven?
My favourite restaurant in Liverpool is a dark little place down some stairs called the Algarve.  It does wonderful Portugese food at extremely reasonable prices.  I first went there out of curiosity on my own one evening and had such wonderful meat balls that I tipped them about 75% when the bill came in as it was so ludicrously cheap.  Unfortunately I later took my whole team there are reviews were mixed, although I don't think they're used to catering for 12 people at a time.  Plus I always have the albondingas so that might be the only decent dish.  Cheesy  Wine's a bit dodgy though.

Whenever I've been on my own or with individuals they've been almost empty.  It feels like a family set up and they're so friendly.

If anyone's ever in Lincoln first tell me, and then second go to Viela (unless you're veggie, in which case don't - go to the Cheese Society).  Great Brazilian place that serves you meat upon meat ("must...eat...last...bit...of.....sausage.....") until you die of a meat overdose and serve fantastic feijoada as a starter.  It's very tricky to get authentic ingredients to make it yourself and I'm considering asking them to make up a vat so I can freeze it.
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« Reply #16 on: 12:24:53, 23-10-2008 »

Spain, about 12 years ago. Val de Gallinera region (north of Alicante and slightly inland). TINY village in the valley, called Patro, where a couple of friends were living. There was one bar in this village which doubled as a basic restaurant, tapas-style mostly, but you could place orders a day or two ahead of time for something rather more off the beaten track. My friends did so. It was fresh rabbit, v e r y slow-cooked with garlic, potatoes, wine and herbs in a huge on-stove paella dish. I get goosebumps just remembering it. One of the best meals of my life.
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« Reply #17 on: 12:33:21, 23-10-2008 »

French ski resorts don't always have the greatest choice of restaurants but at Mottaret (above Meribel in the 3 valleys) there was the lovely "restaurant du temps perdu".  Had a smashing duck with blueberry sauce a few years ago.
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« Reply #18 on: 18:24:31, 23-10-2008 »

One of the most fun dining out experiences was in Florence at Il Latini (the son of the founder instigated an annual writers prize in the 80s I think - the walls are full of autographed photos of writers - the prize is a leg of cured ham)

At the time there were no reservations, you had to queue well before opening time.  The tables were bare wooden refectory tables (in three different rooms) so you had no idea who you would be sitting next to (no cosy table for two)  No menu as such, (well there was but they successfully hid it) so you never knew what was coming next in the set menu, really robust Tuscan cooking, unlimited wine included and a glass of vino santo and those crunchy whole almond biscuits which you dip into it to follow.

Totally chaotic, very noisy, such fun and something I still remember.  Another meal (and I cannot remember the name of the restaurant) was a long time ago in Gubbio, Umbria, when I first had authentic pizza and was so amazed at the almost transparent thinness of the base.

Another fond memory is of St. Jean de Luz, on the quayside, fresh sardines just off the boat, never had sardines like that since.  Since David mentions duck, there was a tiny village in Normandy where I had duck (cooked quite rare) with a white onion sauce, can almost still taste it, no idea of what it may be called.
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« Reply #19 on: 18:42:50, 23-10-2008 »

This IS a nice thread!

Now, don't laugh, but going from the sublime to the ridiculous... Pizza.  Roll Eyes Roll Eyes One of the best slices of pizza I've ever had was on a very cold New York day (strina at least will know how cold that can be), waiting for the Staten Island ferry. It was simple margheritta, sprinkled with oregano and garlic salt. It was fresh, tangy and simply wonderful, and cost one dollar. I think it was one of those occasions when the right food coincides with the right mood in the right place...
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« Reply #20 on: 18:59:59, 23-10-2008 »

Another Italian memory was the eel casserole at Maggiore on Lake Trasimeno where the waitress recited at high speed the menu, it was delicious.

Another Italian one.  High up in the wilds of Umbria, a restaurant in the middle of nowhere.  You specified large or small vino and were given jugs (large or small) which you filled from the barrels.  I had learnt Italian before going there so was reasonably fluent and the proprietor after asking where I came from said "Ah Wales, we know Wales, you are famous for your magnificent horses"  That rather threw me that an Umbrian restauranteur would know about Welsh Cobs.  So I agreed with him that Wales bred the best horses in the world!!  Cheesy
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« Reply #21 on: 00:09:44, 24-10-2008 »

A long day travelling today, with a delayed DB train that meant I missed a thalys connection in koln.  So that meant a 2.5 hour wait in that city, just at lunchtime!
The hotel kunibert der fiese did a fantastically tender carpaccio of beef - just the rigt amount of oil and parmeggiano too!  Then followed up with a sumptious gnocchi with spinach and crab.  Two of the best dishes I have had in a year or so.

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« Reply #22 on: 13:50:01, 24-10-2008 »

. . . The food in Beijing was extraordinary.  The festival put us up in a very posh hotel with fantastic breakfasts, so those who wanted the comfort of western-style fry-up/muesli/toast/pastries etc could have it - OR we could have freshly made wonton soup, steamed dumplings, buns and northern-style breads, rice porridge with fried dough and pickles, thousand-year eggs, chilled greens with sesame and peanuts...

Other things I ate:

•First day: bought a huge bag of preserved plums to snack on, more tender and delicious than any I've bought in any Chinatown (10 yuan or 86p).  Inside the Forbidden city, snack of chicken curry on rice (25 yuan/£2.15) and a coffee (also 25 yuan).

•First night: huge feast at a restaurant specialising in Hakka cuisine - duck cooked in three flavours, salt-baked shrimp, whole fish wrapped in a parcel with a piquant sauce with vegetables, golden needle mushrooms with bean threads in a very spicy sauce although not a chilli was to be seen, sliced beef tongue braised with five-spice flavour, various kinds of dumplings and buns and spring rolls, beef with garlic cloves wrapped in lotus leaves, silky tofu in a delicate broth with all sorts of mushrooms/fungi, something else (chicken?) in a spicy chilli sauce - all topped off with warm wine (either rice or sorghum, not sure) in which shredded ginger and preserved plums had been steeped.  Cost: 100 yuan per head (£8.60), I think - I was very tired, it could have been 200 yuan but no more.

•Second day: dumpling lunch - one friend and I shared - and couldn't finish - two huge plates of dumplings, one boiled and stuffed with mutton and spring onion (particularly good, and very typical of northern regions to cook with lamb/mutton), the other fried and stuffed with pork and Chinese chives.  Plus a plate of steamed? or parboiled? greens, chilled and mixed with bean threads, lightly dressed in a mild vinegary dressing.  Tea and mineral water.  Cost: 30 yuan each (about £2.60).

•Second night: lavish post-concert banquet hosted by a generous benefactor of the AAM for the entire orchestra and chorus.  Four stages to the meal.  First, cold starters, including shredded jellyfish (I normally don't like this but it was delicious, although some people struggled with the crunchy texture), sliced abalone? (it might have been conch, but was more tender than that) in chilli, thousand-year eggs, a sort of meat terrine with jelly, a couple of other things (something involving peanuts, something involving very dark fungus/mushroom?), and a hot-and-sour soup with seafood.  Next, Beijing duck - absolutely sumptuous, crispy skin, plum sauce not too sweet, thinnest pancakes I've ever seen.  Then a succession of dishes - scallops, another whole fish, asparagus with caramelised walnuts, fried pork with chilli, ending with a platter of shrimp fried rice.  Followed by platters of fresh fruits - melons, some crunchy little apple-like things they called Chinese dates, oranges.  All the beer, water and very nice old world wines we cared for.  Cost: unknown, probably a lot.

•After that blow-out I was abstemious the next day, had a large breakfast and skipped lunch.  Before the concert I went with a friend down the street in search of snacks.  He had a steamed intricately-folded bread that I didn't fancy (cost: 2 yuan or about 17p).  Then we spotted the "crêpe" stand.  The woman poured a ladleful of batter onto a crêpe griddle, spread it about with a spatula, cracked an egg on top which she then scrambled a bit, flipped the whole thing over, lightly painted the other side with four different sauces (one of them was definitely a fermented bean paste, one of them may have had a bit of chilli in), and then folded the whole thing around a thin crispy bit of something not unlike a poppadom with some fresh spring onion and coriander.  Absolutely delicious.  Cost: 3.50 yuan (30p).  As we watched her make the crêpe, it occurred to us that watching the same process on the street in Hampstead would have set us back at least £3.50.  I also bought a wonderful pastry with sesame seeds on the outside and an unknown mildly sweet filling (2 yuan).  Some fruit as well.

Is the right term for this artless relation "conspicuous consumption" or "naked greed"? We do not think we have ever before seen anything quite like it.

But the principal reason for our response is to point out that the correct English name for the capital of China is "Peking," as shown for example in the following extract:

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« Reply #23 on: 15:19:23, 24-10-2008 »

I think I liked my old friend Mr Grew better than his crotchety cousin Mrs Quephupes.
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« Reply #24 on: 19:08:51, 24-10-2008 »

I think I liked my old friend Mr Grew better than his crotchety cousin Mrs Quephupes.

Me too, tinners  Sad

Keeping on topic, don't know what it is like today, but the Full Welsh Breakfast at the Cardiff Arms Hotel after a big Match used to be a treat.  Lavabread (for those who do not know what it is, it is boiled seaweed rolled in oatmeal and fried in bacon fat with a huge degree of Nomness - in fact the Welsh invented Sushi, look you) plus all the other usual sausage bacon combinations and good coffee as well.
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« Reply #25 on: 19:12:08, 24-10-2008 »

Lavabread (for those who do not know what it is

For those who know how to spell it, it's laverbread.
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« Reply #26 on: 19:23:07, 24-10-2008 »

According to Dylan Thomas and as we understand it down by here

"SECOND DROWNED

Is there rum and lavabread?

Sorry, puter went off.  I have, not being brought up in posh Swansea, nothing to to do but rely on the man from Cwmdonkin Drive and our local markets.  But does it matter, lava or laver, you know how the Welsh muck around with names.  Seaweed is brilliant

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« Reply #27 on: 19:54:53, 24-10-2008 »

French ski resorts don't always have the greatest choice of restaurants but at Mottaret (above Meribel in the 3 valleys) there was the lovely "restaurant du temps perdu".  Had a smashing duck with blueberry sauce a few years ago.

Oh, and if anyone is in Saas Fee, go to Restaurant Zur Meuhle.  Best Chateaubriand I have ever had.  Fantastic meat, super accompaniments and perfect Bernaise sauce.  All served in a beautiful way (twice).  Just an incredible dining experience  (especially as I couldn't help thinking that Peter Welti-Andenmatten, the host, looked quite a bit like Rene Diff from the band Aqua, but that's another matter)

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« Reply #28 on: 21:49:59, 24-10-2008 »

Lavabread (for those who do not know what it is

For those who know how to spell it, it's laverbread.
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Yes, Richard, well I happen to be one of those who happened already to know how to spell it and, whilst I'm not wildly keen on it (though I by no means dislike it), it's about as Welsh as food gets and absolutely no more the worse for that than some of the wonderful Welsh cheeses that I've had the immense good fortune on occasion to savour! I first experienced it in (of all places) Minehead in Somerset, where it was served to me by someone who claimed to be wholly au fait with its nutritious qualities - and that person was neither Welsh nor North Devonian but from  - wait for it - Iran!

Anyway, thanks for the plug for this! As someone once said to me "if you've not been to the Gower peninsula and experienced laverbread, you may have lived but, believe me, you've still missed something" (and that someone was neither Welsh nor from Somerset or Devon nor even from Iran but from my native Scotland)...

We should share some sometime; what wine would you recommend? (ouch!)...
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« Reply #29 on: 11:47:19, 26-10-2008 »

I do hope Mrs. Kerpoops won't succeed in derailing this thread!  For someone who has in the past claimed to know a fair amount about Chinese culture "she" seems never to have partaken of a Chinese meal.

Anyway - while dithering in an Italian deli on Old Compton Street over which variety of fresh pasta to buy (I went for pumpkin and ricotta ravioli in the end), I remembered another tour meal.  About two years ago the OAE had a concert in Perugia.  It was the usual horrible travel day even on paper - check-in at Heathrow at Oh-My-God-O'clock, flight to Rome, long coach journey, maybe enough time on arrival to dump things in the hotel and find lunch before rehearsing and performing that night.

Well, the flight was delayed, the roads were jammed, and we barely made in to Perugia in time even for a truncated rehearsal.  We rolled up to the theatre in the dark thinking any prospect of a lovely Italian meal (or indeed any meal) had vanished.  To add insult to injury the coach went under banner after banner announcing the local chocolate festival starting the next day - after we would have left for our Oh-My-God-O'clock flight back to London.

We made it through the concert without disgracing ourselves.  And meanwhile our orchestra manager had persuaded the restaurant opposite to stay open late.  We stumbled into seats around a long table, had that delicious first post-gig sip of something intoxicating, and relaxed for the first time that day.  The food was simple but indescribably delicious.  Plates of impeccable grilled vegetables to start, followed by a succession of homemade pastas - ribbony pasta, then pieces of pasta, then parcels of pasta filled the most aromatic mixtures of meats or cheeses.  That meal rescued the journey and turned it into one of almost complete misery to one of great pleasure.  (Although we still missed the chocolate festival...)

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