Sunday, February 15, 2015

Hotel Tabard Inn

Happy day after Valentine's Day, y'all! I'm still suffering from food coma.

Dan and I started our gluttonous vday with brunch at one of my favorite spots in DC - Hotel Tabard Inn. DC residents have treasured this place forever... who wouldn't love a cozy, romantic, bed-and-breakfast-type inn a stone's throw away from Dupont Circle? The Inn oozes charm, and its restaurant oozes all kinds of deliciousness.

The bread basket is top notch.

The blueberry muffin is slightly lemony and delightful. The sliced herby bread was perfectly soft and packed with flavor. The couple sitting next to us didn't even touch their bread basket before handing it back to the waiter to make room on their table for entrees, and I had to muster all the self control within me not to reach over and grab their basket. 

Tabard Inn's donuts are NOT to be missed. Freshly fried, covered in cinnamon sugar, and served with vanilla whipped cream... these. are. heaven.

I can't describe how pillowy and perfect these donuts are. Don't forget to put a huge dollop of the vanilla whipped cream on each bite, because that whipped cream is to die for. If you have any leftover whipped cream (which you should not), it is advised to just eat it by the spoonful.

We also had the scrambled eggs with cream cheese and chives.

The eggs were wonderfully fluffy and creamy. I also thoroughly enjoyed the home fries with their crispy exterior and great onion duet. The housemade sausage was rather mediocre, however.

The frittata with zucchini, fontina, and caramelized onions did not disappoint.

Simple yet well done. The clumps of caramelized onions were such pleasant bites throughout.

Moral of the story is -- Hotel Tabard Inn is THE place to brunch in DC, and worth all the praise. Brb, gonna go get more of those donuts...

1739 N St NW
Washington, DC 20036

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Monday, January 19, 2015

Hangawi - A Korean Vegetarian Wonderland

in 12 East 32nd Street, New York, NY 10016, USA
If there's anything that I never thought I would love, it would be vegetarian Korean.  I mean, what could be more delicious than impeccably marinated beef shortribs grilled over openflame?

But now I question everything I once knew about the world after I have fallen head over heels in love with Hangawi - an incredibly warm restaurant in K-town that is so perfect for dates (take off your shoes, slip into these little wooden bunkers under soft candlelight!) and anyone who would appreciate good ol' fashioned adorableness.

Greeshma and Diana came off the Boston bus, and we bee-lined for Hangawi for their last seating at 10:45p.  To satiate their raging hunger, we shared the following:

The most amazing ginger iced tea you will ever have served in the most rustically crafted ceramic cups.  The spice from each sip will burn your throat in the very best way.

Jap chae, bundled into parchment paper and cut open at your table, releasing the aromatic steam into the heavens.

Inside the paper package are lovely strands of clear noodles, lightly seasoned to perfection, tangled with mushrooms and vegetables.

Wedges of kimchee are served at the table to nibble in between plates.

Black sesame soup which is so thick both in texture and black sesame flavor - hard to eat more than a few spoonfuls, so best to share if you want to try it.

Organic wheatfree kale pancakes, made with rice flour, and served with a slightly sweetened soy dipping sauce.

So addictively crispy and probably very healthy - it has the words kale and organic in it right? 

It was Matsutake mushroom season when we visited which meant an inaugural return of the king of mushrooms.The mushrooms grow at the base of pine trees in the mountains of Korea.

It is because they are so coveted that this plate of mushrooms cost $32.  Without a doubt, one of the most expensive mushroom dishes I have ever had, but they were nicely cooked with tender chew, tossed with eggplant and soy ginger paste sauce.

One of my favorite dishes at Hangawi is the tofu steak, which doesn't sound particularly amazing, but slabs of tender tofu come sizzling on this stone plate, drenched in the most unctious, flavorful, gingeriffic, tangy thick sauce that you must coat every piece of tofu and scrape off into your bowl of fluffy steamed rice.

I would eat my hand if it was covered in this sauce.  

For dessert, I would skip Hangawi and head to Grace Street (to be another post), but they do have a few offerings here - all which are vegan and dairy-free.

We had the chocolate tofu pudding that I know people claim tastes just like pudding, but it really doesn't.  It's not terrible, but it's not great.

The blueberry coconut cake was a bit on the drier side, and though the flavor was good, the texture was also a little strange.  It just made me miss real cake.

However, the amount of which we enjoyed the rest of meal more than compensated for the less than stellar desserts, so all you meat-eaters, take a chance, and romance your man or lady here soon !

Han's Nonsensical Rating: I crave the ginger tea here about every day, and think about the jap chae and tofu steak just as much - definite recommend for one of the more unique restaurants in New York and K-town!

12 East 32nd Street, New York, NY 10016
Reservations encouraged

Sunday, January 18, 2015

One of New York's Best Brunches: Root & Bone

Whoops.  It's somehow almost February.  

I blame holidays.  Working in Buffalo.  And.  Good ol' laziness.

To be honest, I am not sure if anyone reads this anymore, which is sad.  Because no one will see the glory of the brunch at Root & Bone.

A few months after my initial enamoration with the restaurant, Diana and Greeshma came through New York, and we shared my current favorite fried chicken along with half of the rest of the brunch menu.

I am so glad we went.  It was even better than I had remembered.

One of the most amazing things we discovered is the beauty of the gooey cheesy corn bread.  It comes overflowing in this freakishly adorable cast iron skillet.

Each spoonful elicits moans of pleasure - tang from the buttermilk whip and cheddar and sweetened with fresh corn niblets - the result just creamy wonder.

The biscuits were remarkably improved since my first visit, golden and gorgeous,

with beautifully tender interior, perfect for sopping up that chicken au jus and toasted sesame seeds.

The winter citrus and melon salad was beautiful - chunks of grapefruit, orange and tangerine tossed with melon and snips of basil.  The acidity chosen carefully to cut

the fat from the awesomely tender bacon drizzled with maple syrup.  Thick, salty and sweet.  Delicious.

We shared a basket of fried chicken among the four of us which was plenty,

though the thighs remain the absolute best cut and would just recommend getting an entire basket of thighs if you could - such flavorful succulence with every bite !

We also checked out their desserts for your sake, and can confidently confirm that they are amazing.  The chocolate pecan pie is served warm, and is studded with huge pecans and just enough chocolatey goo to keep the whole pie together.

My hands-down favorite was the toffee pudding with its praline ice cream.  Just look at it.  It's swimming in caramel, the pudding is warm and melts in your mouth, and there's nothing else you can really want after this except a nap.

Han's Nonsensical Rating: One of my favoritest brunches ever in all of New York.  Just get everything and love yourself and the new food baby you'll conceive afterwards.

Root & Bone
200 East 3rd Street, New York, NY 10009

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

New York's Best Secret Burger and Fries: Atera Lounge

in 77 Worth Street, New York, NY 10013, USA
In the basement of Atera is its lounge, a cozy little space with jet-black leather sofas and a handful of shiny wooden tables.

While restaurant guests can come down to the lounge to enjoy a pre-20 course drink, 

anyone can come visit the lounge (they take reservations !) to try a number of Atera's small plates (like the signature lobster roll or caviar macaron) or the soon-to-be-ultra-famous burger.

Naturally, we did all of the above.  Though there's a small menu of cocktails, the mixologist is more than happy to make you anything that tickles your liver's fancy with a variety of bitters and housemade juices at his disposal.  He will also, very patiently, explain any kind of alcohol question you may have - like history of the drink and the full creation process.  (We watched the mixologist's patience being tested by a particularly clueless gent during our visit.)

Cute cocktail with egg whites and citrus

The penicillin, with whiskey and ginger
We shared the beet jerky to start which comes as two dark knobs to an order, served alongside buttermilk cream.

The mixologist described how the beet jerky is cooked six ways to Sunday - it's baked, dehydrated, rehydrated, steamed, and whatever else possible, and whatever they do, it's delicious.  

The texture impeccably like beef jerky, but with the irresistible subtle earthiness of beets.  The added cream is absolute icing on the beet jerky cake.

And our excitement for that novelty vanished after the main attraction appeared before us.

The Atera burger is made with a house-ground blend of four meats: short rib, chuck, marrow and tendon, topped with perfectly melted white cheddar, and encased in the most beautiful possible sesame-studded brioche bun.

With the burger comes a set of accoutrement: pickled red peppers, pickled red onions, butter pickles and lettuce, alongside a neatly stacked set of the most incredible fries known to man.  You should know me.  I don't like to use hyperboles, but there really isn't a large enough hyperbole to capture just how amazing they really are.

The fries are blanched 6 or 7 times prior to frying, which creates the most velvety potato texture that instantly melts in your mouth, but yet somehow maintains a lovely little crunchy exterior.

AND THEN.  As if your life could not get even better, the fries are served with a duck pate mousse, (because ketchup would just be too declasse).

While the Atera burger is simply one of the best burgers I've had in New York, or even ever (it's so meaty, textural and wonderful!), the fries certainly outshine it, and for both of them to embody a single plate, well you simply have to wonder what have you done to deserve this, and you are probably not worthy, and that's probably true, but welcome to burger heaven anyway.

Han's Nonsensical Rating: Go! How often can you get a two Michelin-starred burger?  Seriously the best burger and fries in New York.

77 Worth St
New York, NY
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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Glorious Brick Chicken @ Maysville

in New York, NY, USA
Maysville pitches itself as a whiskey bar and restaurant, and indeed it delivers on alcohol (and food) in spades, as evident from the glowing display of bottles behind the wooden bar that greets you upon entry.

A full page of whiskey inspired cocktails and mixed drinks accompany a book with pages upon pages of all sorts of whiskeys to properly whet your whistle.  I ordered the Nor'easter, with bourbon, maple syrup, ginger beer and lime, and it was delicious - essentially a delightful little bourbon-fueled mojito.

Our bellies were raging with hunger, so we ordered two appetizers along with our entrees.  We were glad we did.  The portions are tiny, and plates are not really quite designed to share.

Fried oysters, came five to an order for $15.  The oysters were small, but flavorful, topped with a tasty, creamy chili mayo and chili.

The black spaghetti ($15) was essentially four healthy bites of briny noodle and thin slices of grilled squid.  Light and lovely but so, so little.

The duck entree featured duck cooked two ways - a seared duck breast, solidly seared and moist, and duck confit (with a beautifully crisp layer of fat), with rounds of ripe plum and cute wisps of haricot verts.  I'm sure in its own right, you would be happy with this dish, but unfortunately, we had tasted this plate after we had tasted...

Maysville's popular chicken dish, with breast and thigh, cooked under brick until the skin is crisp and crackly, and the meat just brilliantly succulent, nearly melting in the mouth.  Oh that moist, moist chicken.

Dipped into the creamy sweet potato puree, soaked in beautiful pan juices, every bite made me dance with such joy in my seat.  The boy and I remarked how we just never order chicken at restaurants, and maybe we have been missing out, because this chicken is just a marvel - and for chicken to be even better than duck, you can only imagine how much of a believer I really am of this plate.

With the check comes a lovely little plate of lemon shortbread and caramel truffles.  The truffle had to be the best piece of chocolate I've had in sometime.  We wished our waiter came by for us to ask for more.  I think he knew better than to come by again - our eyes instantly ravenous from the taste of creamy cocoa-dusted chocolate.

Han's Nonsensical Rating: Maysville is exorbitantly expensive for some dishes, and the portions are small, but dammit, if that chicken isn't pure perfection, and I will come back anytime to lick that plate clean.

17 W 26th St
New York, NY
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