Light. Clean. Always a good way to start.
Particularly delicious without being overly fatty and lingering on the tastebuds.
A new era in my life has started. I no longer look forward to the wild partying, excessive drinking, and artery clogging buffet eating in Vegas. Now when I think about Vegas, I get excited by the thought of eating something fancy and delicious. Welcome to old age, right? So the real reason behind my summer Vegas trip, aside from enjoying the company of my wonderful friends The Pouter, Teety, and Soprano Man, who shall now be renamed Yums (because that's what he always says when he eats something tasty), was to finally eat at the world famous Jöel Robuchon. We planned our trip around this very meal. Yums was such a good sport because he actually ate there a few weeks ago, but knew all of us wanted to go there so just shelled out another $$$$ to eat there again with us. We love you Yums! Jöel Robuchon is actually the only 3 star Michelin restaurant in the Los Angeles area. However, the Michelin guide has not revisited Los Angeles since 2009 so how relevant are those 3 stars now 5 years later?
Bread Cart
The French people love their bread. While a selection like this is almost like an adult version of a "kid in a candy store," I would opt for fewer breads that are warm. Nothing beats warm bread.
After some heavy hitting (stomach and wallet wise), meals in France, it was nice to have something casual. It seems like every country has their special prized chickens. Jidori chickens of Japan, and Bresse chickens of France, or "poulet de Bresse." The high quality reputation of "poulet de Bresse" has been longstanding, maybe as far back as 1800s. A chicken can only earn the labeling of "poulet de Bresse" if it is from the Bresse breed of chickens and if it has been bred in the Bresse region of eastern France. "Poulet de Bresse" is actually an AOC designation, similar to how a Bordeux wine can only be called Bordeux if it meets certain quality measures. Lucky for us, Vonnas, was sort of on the way back from the south of France back to Paris.
Crème Brûlée de Foie Gras
We had really great whether on our vacation. The sun was shining, but it was RAINING foie gras. I loved the salty sweetness here. It tasted desserty but it had a familiar and savory essence. Yums!
It's time to skip a few backlogged posts to blog about my recent trip to France. I've been to France a few times in the past. It's the city where my father spent his formative years from childhood to adulthood, pretty much growing up and finding his way all on his own. There seemed some darkness in his past, being bullied by the French kids, being poor and lonely, but somehow there was always a great amount of nostalgia for that city. He would drag my siblings and me all over the city, showing us his former haunts, his schools, everything he could remember about Paris. At that time, I never thought much of it, but looking back, I have so many memories of family vacations there. I met family I never knew I had. I had an embarassing encounter with a bidet, which was a foreign porcelain god to this American kid at the time. We rented a car and trekked all the way to Italy. My mom expertly crafted sandwiches from baguette, headcheese, jambon, and pate from the local boucherie. My dad would snore away, while my sister drove and got pissed at my lazy brother for being such a sorry excuse for a navigator. Paris is a city that holds a special place in my heart, and because of all the many memories there, will probably be my favorite city in the world.
My mom and I took a vacation to visit her friend in Paris. Since I've seen all the major sites in Paris, I basically wanted to take a gastronomic tour of the country. Having a local take us around was a major plus. It didn't hurt that we never had to pay for a hotel either. I would have liked to pick all our eating spots, but who am I to tell a Parisian where to eat in France? Our first stop was rather coincidental because Ladurée just happened to be on the way to our shopping destination. You can imagine how ecstatic I was to be able to sample the much-talked-about highly lauded macarons here.
At Ladurée, they don't just offer macarons...
There are 2 off strip restaurants that people always talk about in the Sin City, Lotus of Siam and Raku. While the former fell just a bit short of expectations, the latter was well worth the cab fare. Some people say Raku is one of the best izakaya restaurants they've been to. Smooth Obturator and The Boss Man really raved about this place. So I dragged Teety, Soprano Man, and The Pouter to this distant dining destination to start off our Vegas weekend.
Yellow Tail
...at least I think that's what it was. In any case, it was wonderful. Fatty with just a hint of flavor from the yuzukosho and soy sauce in the little spoon. That's one of the most umami packed soy sauces I've ever tasted. Soprano Man, who doesn't partake in raw delicacies, really missed out here.
The birthday festivities continued with my birthday at Sushi Sushi. Originally, Smooth Obturator wanted to go to Maude or Trois Mec, but was unable to snag a rezzie. No worries because Smooth Obturator fell back on his trusty Sushi Sushi. Let's be honest, LA is riddled with expensive sushi places. Smooth Obturator and Triple T have been to many of them, but Sushi Sushi is the stand out spot for them. It might be hard to take a place called Sushi Sushi seriously, but the sushi here is SERIOUS. For omakase, I was supremely stuffed. I'm not sure if it was because it was towards the end of the night and the chef was trying to clean house or all the beers he was drinking was causing him to be excessively generous.
Squid
I never had raw baby squid like this before. I guess squid has some innards and guts that area usually removed when you buy them in the store? I'm actually not totally sure, but something was different tasting about it and it felt like I was eating squid guts but it was so delicious! Not off or fishy tasting. It was also lightly dressed in some ponzu. Wow, I couldn't believe squid could taste this way.
I love Top Chef. I love watching the food, the drama, the judges and contestants talking smack. Unlike many of the other reality shows that churn out winners that don't amount to much after the ephemeral hoopla of the win passes through the minds of fans and viewers, many Top Chef winners have gone on to establish a strong presence in the culinary world, opening their own restaurants and garnering many awards. Shirley Chung did not win this last season of Top Chef, though many, including myself, thought she was a very strong contender and maybe should have won. She herself even admitted that she "messed up" in the finale, but overall she was very thankful for the experience on the show because it really helped her "find herself."
In any case, it set her down a path to opening her own restaurant in little ole Irvine, California called "Twenty Eight" (the age she started cooking). Why Irvine? I wouldn't really call this city an up and coming foodie town, so I'm just as confused as you. It would have been a good question to ask Shirley, but between showing up late (like 5-10 minutes, apparently the rest of the diners who were white and had at least 20-30 years+ on me, didn't get the memo about Asian time) and Shirley's effusive excitement, it was just a flurry of eating, snapping pictures, and trying to catch every word of her explanations and background stories for each dish.
For the whopping price of $200, we were offered a 9 course tasting menu paired with drinks and inclusive of tip. The hefty price tag might explain why the crowd was a bit more geriatric than one would expect for such a foodie event. Really, who could throw down that kinda change? Apparently Teety, myself, and 15 other old people! Soprano Man had to work, *tear face*
So we didn't get the prime seats in the middle of the counter, but we still got plenty of love and attention from Shirley and and Jason Quinn (far right, chef/owner of The Playground).