Mint Condition

February 6, 2010 by galleygirl

If you’ve spent any time in Tustin’s box retailer orgy The District at Tustin Legacy, you may have felt that the days of stumbling upon a restaurant find are over.  It’s as if your next meal has already been master planned for you. You may forage for lunch on the vast asphalt tundra while you’re waiting for Costco Tire Center to  lower your grocery getter off the blocks, but it’s a challenge to find much other than heavily branded mass produced sustenance.

Green Apple Salad with Beef: fuse it or lose it!

If you’re going to eat in the District, there’s The Winery, William Lewis and J.C. Clow’s singular, lovely refuge that gives the illusion you’ve escaped the  ’one million square-foot lifestyle center’,  but it requires more of an occasion than waiting out your pro-rated Michelin LTX installment. If you need something a little quicker, cheaper and less bacchanalian before heading back to the office or school pick-up, try Asian Mint.     

  

Gleaming gunmetal and orange tile accents appear to have been appropriated from an  Ann Sacks on Ebay spree.  John Tesh-type  instrumentals play mercilessly on the sound system. The boîte across from Borders  only looks like the octo-spawn of P.F. Chang’s and Panda Express.  Surprise: there’s just one.  The menu is Vietnamese and Chinese with some Malay and Singaporean dishes and what might be termed fusion.

Dumplings are best left for your next dim sum run. Vietnamese salad rolls are great snack food, but can be weighed down by rice paper as clumsy and rubbery as 70’s ten speed handlebar tape. The amazing avocado shrimp roll is wrapped in rice paper as gossamer and tight as Lady Gaga’s galactic Armani Grammies gown, a nearly weightless vehicle for the succulent rosy shrimp, creamy avocado, crunchy won ton skin and fresh herbs within.   

  

The phσ is only decent with much fresher herbs and full flavored broths to be found down the street in Little Saigon. For lunch, the tangy tamarind fish is buoyant, its tender texture and mild flavor belie its piscine origins altogether.

  Like a Tarantino flick, fusion cuisine, and terms like ’Califoriental’ that it conjurs up, scare me with their T & I tactics on unsuspecting dishes.  Asian Mint does a very traditional Vietnamese green papaya salad with beef, but also a version that substitutes green apples for the papaya. Savory beef, all at once glossy, juicy and aromatic is tossed with sautéed onions on a bed of crisp, tart Granny Smith match sticks dotted with chopped peanuts. Not a common combination and not a freak show on a plate, just really good.   

2487 Park Ave. Tustin.714.259.7738. Dinner for two, $25.00, food only.

Baconista Bunch

January 28, 2010 by galleygirl

The latest outpost of Orange County’s D.I.Y. burger movement,  Anaheim Hills- based Slater’s 50/50 has caught the eye of the online bacon belt. Of all the niche bloggers out there, few are as  doggedly fetishistic than those who spend their hours devoted to online bacon commentary. But bacon recipes, bacon haiku and depraved bacon-themed videos will have to wait, there’s heavy porcine theming going on at Slater’s. The folks at bacontoday.com can’t get enough of them.  And the people at Moorpark-based baconfreak.com will likely become fans if they take a break  from feverishly filling orders for  this nifty wallet, and pay them a visit.            

            

Slater’s signature burger is fifty percent ground  beef and fifty percent ground bacon topped with an over medium fried egg.  It’s a zaftig affair, pink and voluptuous with the full-flavored savory stickiness and mouthfeel of breakfast sausage. The detonation of the egg gives the burger a pleasant spurt, Grand Slamwich-like in execution, but stacked higher so that you have to unhinge your maw like a death adder to encompass the unwieldy girth of the thing.         

 But the obsessive employment of non-kosher goodness doesn’t stop with the burger. There’s macaroni and cheese : tender pasta elbows enveloped in mild Gruyère funkiness and stippled with flecks of bacon for a  meaty smokiness throughout. And baconaise, bacon salt-infused mayo, is pretty tasty stuff, though a small ramekin of it probably packs more sodium than a bloody mary.            

Baconaise on the side. Do it.

After all the bacon hype, I  couldn’t resist the pork free Flamin’ Hot:  A one-third pound  jalapeño-flecked cayenne-perfumed premium beef patty  with wispy fried onion strings, fire roasted green chilies, pepper jack and chipotle mayo. It’s lip-stinging infernal carnality shimmers with heat alleviated only slightly by the absorption powers of a buttery crusted spongy bun the size of a Max Factor powder puff.        

 Slater’s stocks a condiment called J&D’s Bacon Salt (motto: Everything should taste like bacon!) on every table. Sprinkling it on my bacon-riddled goods seemed a little bit like following a C. C.  straight up with a Glenfiddich chaser, but I’d love to try it on popcorn.  6362 East Santa Ana Canyon Rd. Anaheim Hills, CA 92807 714.685.1103. Dinner for two, 25.00, food only.

PIERRE RAID

January 20, 2010 by galleygirl

If your schedule is amenable to taking coffee breaks in the vicinity of Garden Grove, by all means, take a skateboard,  fixie or Ellipti-go to Viet-Parisian bakery Pierre’s Patisserie and Boulangerie. Though the latter mode of transport will make you look like a human Jackalope galloping across the ruddy, baked asphalt of Little Saigon, it will be necessary to combat butterfat the likes of which you haven’t seen since you sat in the dark watching Julie and Julia, wishing your Edward’s popcorn were doused with Plugra instead of beta carotene-colored oil that resembles Bain de Soleil  Tanning Gelee.Authentic pastry chefs don’t ration out thimble-sized portions of butter like fastidious kindergarten teachers stingily administering glue during a craft session. Lest you forget, here’s a little pastry chef 101: before baking, the pastry dough rectangle has a butter block the size of an FAA-approved flotation device sealed inside, and then, with more roll-outs than an anti-cellulite spa treatment and more folds than an origami crane, voilà! You’ve got dough!

Glossy apple galettes, lacquered dark chocolate-filled croissants, crackly palmiers and chewy, slightly sweet almond-studded marzipan balls revealing a cherry center are just a few of my faves. The specialty cakes are like those spammy Snopes-refuted ’YOU’VE GOT TO SEE THIS’ emails from dad and his cronies; they look good on the outside, but the content?  Notsomuch. Try the ethereal sugar-studded pastry puffs next to the register with a sip of sweetened condensed milk-laced espresso.  Featherweight baguettes as long as Louisville Sluggers hot from the oven and are just $1.35. Pierre Boulangerie and Patisserie 14354 Brookhurst St. Garden Grove, CA. 714.418.9098. Coffee break for two, $10.00.<script type=”text/javascript”>
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The Tip Top Point

January 16, 2010 by galleygirl

 

In the banh mi diaspora of Little Saigon, opinions on where to find the best baguette are as authoritative and polarized as HuffPost and the Heritage Foundation’s combative takes on global warming. And it’s not just the bread. At a local salon, I’ve seen trash talking sessions about sandwich fillings get as hot as a Conair Infiniti dryer.

 A teeming social hub well-respected in the cult of the Vietnamese sandwich, Tip Top’s is crammed with loyal congregants gossiping and reading Nguoi Viet. Bread comes out of the massive ovens hourly creating a market so competitive that attempting to sell a cooled baguette in this neighborhood is as dismal a prospect as trying to trade mom’s Weight Watchers protein bar for Flamin’ Hot Cheetos at the grade school lunch tables. 

A Tip Top baguette has a scored and slightly bubbled outer crust that shatters on contact like a pane of sugar on crème brûlée leaving shards of flakiness in its wake. The core, still warm from the oven, soaks up the juicy, fat marbled savory pork  tangled with cool, sweet pickled daikon, shaggy carrot slivers, fresh cilantro sprigs and jalapeño spheres. The experience is at once crispy, spicy, warm and crunchy. And at $3.45, the price is as sweet as the cafe sua da.

A shrill bell channeling an elementary school’s fire alarm sounds before your order number is read. Forget the uninspired American-style sandwiches and leave the Patisserie to Pierre’s Boulangerie down the street, but hustle to the take-out counter: that baguette won’t be warm forever. Tip Top’s Sandwiches 14094 Brookhurst St. Garden Grove. 714.530.9239. Lunch for two, $8.00,  food only.

 

Counter Act

January 7, 2010 by galleygirl

Dressed up burgers are peeking from their egg washed bonnets all over town these days. I’m all for affordable indulgence, but certain topping combinations are becoming more overexposed than brawling Bravolebrities. 

Consider A Restaurant’s beef patty the size of a solidarity fist with its buttery brioche bun, caramelized onions, bleu cheese and  bacon. Now ponder Haven Gastropub’s mad amalgamation of pork and beef entangled with pungent pickled red onions and blanketed with triple cream bleu cheese. Sound familiar?   

The fun of  the rapidly expanding 25 branch hipster franchise The Counter is having infinite choices of what to put or not put on your juicy whoopee cushion of grilled goodness, even when the current trend is all about blue-veined cheeses, manipulated onions and pork. 

Whipped avocado, fried tomatillos and pepper jack? Check!

With its powdery blue walls, soft globe lighting and industrial aluminum furniture, OC’s brand new and only branch of The Counter is the latest backdrop for stylish alternative servers with the deliberate bed head of  Himalayan guinea pigs and the ink, but not the vacant poker-faced stares of Travis Barker.   

The treated concrete floor and large retractable wall that bathes the room in light give the impression of an artist’s studio or gallery space, but under its cool facade lies a warm fuzzy ethos. The website says The Counter was ‘anti-established’ in 2003, but the most subversive thing about the chain is the radical step of ditching factory meat and choosing humanely raised and handled Angus beef.  

Did you miss out on waiting tables? There’s still time! At the counter, you take your own order by checking off boxes in five sections of the menu on a clipboard.  While you do this, you will need inspiration. A fifty-fifty combo of sweet, wispy fried onion strings and match-stick thin savory fries served with barbecue and ranch can help. On another visit, the monthly special was a  gritty application of low-end parmesan on fries and the fried dill pickle chips channeled Carl’s Jr.’s slimy fried zucchini coins, but with a sodium-packed punch. This left valuable real estate in my gut for the main course. 

I built a 1/3 lb. manwich with horseradish cheddar, roasted chiles, roasted red peppers, mixed baby greens, grilled onions,fried onion strings and  roasted garlic aioli. In a deft feat of physics, the chefs balanced my seven unwieldy topping selections with Jenga-like precision. Juicy, savory and seared to a pink medium rare, the beef  seemed to absorb all the other flavors and textures on its pliable, crenelated surface. 

If you were fashion challenged  kid swaddled in the Garanimals mix and match separates who learned never to pair the monkey label shorts with the rhino tag shirt, choosing from a legion of toppings and sauces might be tough. My advice: order a malty bottle of Three Philosophers Ale, take a deep breath and go for it! Sun dried tomatoes, herbed goat cheese spread, fried eggs, soy-ginger glaze  and caramelized onion marmalade are just a few choices. Be brave and change it up in 2010! 

The Counter 6416 Irvine Blvd. Irvine, CA 92620.949.336.7272. Dinner for two, $25.00, food only.

Shabu Chic

December 30, 2009 by galleygirl

 Ditching dirty work. It’s the reason even the most hell-bent D.I.Y. home cook wants to close his kitchen and get away from it all occasionally.  Yet restaurants  that lure customers into manual labor under the guise of interactive food experiences are packed. Korean Barbecue, fondue restaurants and take-your-own-order burger joints to name a few. Gimmicky? Yes. But they’ve got something. Say you’re in the company of elementary school aged children.  Forget the devil’s playground, idle hands are Satan’s inflatable slide with the splash pool at the bottom.  And when entertaining that personality-impaired client, busy work at the table can be a boon to both of you. Enter Shabu Shabu Bar.

Still, it’s not for everyone. Think pointy chopsticks, boiling cauldrons of broth and meat that stays raw unless you cook it yourself. But that’s the Shabu Shabu experience, and after a Kirin or two you’ll be happy to let your kids or colleagues take control of their dining destinies. I was. Wedged into a new Santa Ana strip mall, Shabu Shabu Bar is all red walls, black bar stools and the pristine glint of stainless cooking vessels that may have been autoclaved giving it the pleasing sterility of a posh  surgery suite that serves sake. There’s a stylized design aesthetic that reeks of prototype: glass wall encasing sake bottles, a thermalized photo mural of one of the owners and bar furniture that would be at home in any bottle service ultra lounge.

Cute club kid servers remind you that if you don’t like the food, it’s your own fault. Yeah, kind of. This isn’t gourmet cooking, its high quality ingredients that you assemble yourself. Start by grinding black and white sesame seeds in a ceramic mortar with a hardwood pestle to add a toasted, nutty finish to the goma sauce and squirting chili oil into the lemony ponzu sauce.  After seasoning the cooking pot with green onion, garlic, soy, and radish, a still life of fresh veggies and a platter of shaved, fat-ribboned rib eye is procured. Wagyu beef, Kurobuta pork and shrimp are other options. White or brown rice is available. Blame it on The Black Eyed Peas: I never actually heard the alliterative ’swish swish’ while laundering my meat through the boiling liquid, but my efforts were decent.  And the soup the servers concocted for me out of  the resulting broth was delicious. Just don’t make me do the dishes.

Shabu Shabu Bar 1945 E. 17th Street #108 Santa Ana, CA 92705  714.954.0332. Dinner for two, $40.00, food only. Beer and wine only.

Daily Dosa

November 17, 2009 by galleygirl

Without a hint of the mad Bollywood-set lighting and billowing spice market-hued fabrics of Chakra and none of the casual hipness of a longtime take-out standard like Nikki’sDosa Place has more than managed as the homely sister by catering weddings and hawking a  serviceable lunch buffet to hungry Indian crowds looking for a lunchtime replacement of mom’s sambar in its dark strip mall cavern on Red Hill.

Its newly-opened second location is painted conservative gold and burgundy in its former steakhouse digs minus the booths and plus sleek black scrim-like shades and  heavy tasselled drapes. Is it cool? Not by a long shot. The handsome dark woods and 3-D paintings of Indian scenes give it a respectable if faintly matronly air: somewhere you’d take your co-workers, or grandma visiting from Kerala. Utilitarian and budget friendly, the steam table lunch buffet is also pushed here.  But the reason I love this place has nothing to do with décor or all-you-can-eat tandoori chicken. Dosa’s hidden charms are found on the regular menu. 

Mysore Madness!

Start with the Mysore Masala Dosa, a lentil batter crepe the size of the LA Times, its crackling golden brown paper-thin layers spiked with an incendiary blend of crushed udad dal, red pepper and tamarind swaddling a thick smear of curried whipped potato filling.  You’ll have to completely dismantle the thing to dip it in the soothing side of coriander and coconut-spiked sambar, or you can just spoon it on. A paneer dosa on another day didn’t have the same papery crispness or the promised spiciness as denoted by a chili pepper icon on the menu, even with the side of red curry. Sort of like a benign, flaccid Indian quesadilla.

If chapter four of Skinny Bitch grossed you out with its descriptions of factory farming and scared you into becoming an ambivalent-but- fabulously-emaciated vegetarian, you would get along great here because half the menu is meatless. This fact won’t occur to most omnivores thanks to vegetable dishes as complex and multifaceted as Hindu deities. Okra is doused with mustard seed onion  and   tomato,  perfumed with garlic and ginger paste, laden with aromatic curry leaves and fried with tiny lentils resulting in a surprising nutty crunch. Try the Baighan Baratha. The tandoor renders the eggplant velvety and it oozes with flavors of tomato, onion, chilies and a masala mixture too exhaustive for my poor server to recite. 

 Animal dishes rate high with me; smoldering rivers of viscous red curry studded with tender hunks of lamb,  fiery tamarind-based catfish curry with notes of red chili and jalapeños and chicken tikka masala as good as any around. On to our discussion of local Indian food, our waiter told us he had worked for twelve Indian restaurants and this was the best by far. “I believe in Karma.” he said. So do I.  

Dosa Place 17245 Seventeenth St. Tustin 714.508.7788. Dinner for two, $40.00, food only.

Spaced Out at Park Ave.

November 11, 2009 by galleygirl

When you are perusing your mental Rolodex for fine dining in OC, you may think of Newport, Laguna, CDM, even Costa Mesa.  Many restaurateurs will do anything to be there,  even if that means operating contortionist-style out of a  kitchen slightly larger than an elevator with a dining room the size of a bookmobile.

 Bet you don’t think about Stanton when planning that special fête. In a wasteland of dilapidated Googie-style motels along Beach Blvd. that serve as lodging for probationers sits a  handsomely revamped  58 Buick of a structure known for the past five years as Park Ave.

90680 doesn’t fall into the McMonigle Group profile for luxury real estate holdings to be sure, but it really doesn’t matter once you step inside. Located on a sprawling acre with two dining rooms, a private park and adjoining garden rife with Carnival carrots and heirloom tomatoes, Park Ave. puts Stanton on the map as a culinary destination much like Zov Karamardian did with Zov’s Bistro in Tustin in the late eighties.PARK AVE 012

Chef and managing partner David Slay formerly of La Veranda in Beverly Hills presides over the entire production including a dimly lit bar full at lunch with a corpulent bunch nursing sidecars under the glow of its Sputnik-style starburst lighting. But novelty architecture and kitchy cuisine are two different things.  The food at Park Ave. never feels gimmicky or dated.

 Slay has put together a staff who make most everything on the straightforward menu from scratch. Meals start with lavender honey butter (they have their own gardener and  bee keeper)  and slices of crackling, thin crusted baguettes made in-house that release soft, moist, cotton candy-textured insides.

 Grilled calamari: a few seconds too long and you have a steel-belted Goodyear on a plate. Yet each time I had the grilled calamari  and artichoke in delicate garlic and lemon sauce under Slay’s nuanced watch, the former had a supple, tender texture.   
 A  sandwich that consisted of a wan chicken breast laying on two slices of walnut bread with grilled romaine and bland tomato relish was a disappointment on one day, pushed on me by an experienced server who was perhaps engaging in a staff contest to sell out a recently added special.

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Carnival carrots at Park Ave.

Steaks and chops dominate the menu, but the seafood is worth special mention. Maine scallops are as big as cupcakes, tender and sweet, barely seared in a grain mustard pan jus and served on a bed of  creamy, savory edamame succotash. A salmon filet baked with a sinus-clearing five spice blend and drizzled in an elegant hot mustard sauce is lovely with moist freshwater pearls of scallion brown rice and spinach. I scream for the refreshing homemade ice cream that packs just enough butterfat to remind you of a Michoacan nevería.  Not so much the pistachio with its gummy nuts but the exuberant fresh ginger, yes!

 Park Ave. 11200 Beach Blvd. Stanton 714.901.4400 www.parkavedining.com. Dinner for two, $60.00, food only.

Chilling Station

November 6, 2009 by galleygirl

I’ve come to the grim realization that my personal assistant, whom I haven’t seen in months, may never be coming back. And now they’re saying I might have never even had one. Eerie. Got to sort that one out. In the meantime, I’m a sucker for establishments that eradicate several nagging errands at once, especially if I can make a lunch date out of it!

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A MARKET 'oreos'.

Has the assistant you never had disappeared? A lot of this going around. Pastry chef Shelly Register will hook you up at the one-year-old former filling station-turned-sandwich shop, gourmet food purveyor, newstand and coffee-house known as A Market.

Where else in OC can you get a dozen red velvet cupcakes, holiday hostess gifts, boutique wines (a bottle of luscious Bitch Grenache for that special someone?) and pick up hand crafted dinners with easy parking?AMARKET 016

While you’re there, stay for lunch. Register’s sandwiches are gorgeous and fastidiously proportioned. No wayward gobs of mayo here. My personal fave: lightly toasted artisanal corn marble rye with slices of juicy bird, micro-planed avocado, a whisper of arugula and a thinly spread layer of honey mustard and pear marmalade served with dainty house-made coriander, clove and red pepper flake-laced pickles.

Register’s giant ‘oreos’ that were so popular at The Camp’s Village Bakery are back along with lily pad sized chewy, sugar-flecked ginger-molasses cookies. A Market 3400 West Coast Hwy., NB 949.650.6515. www.arestaurantnb.com . Lunch for two, $23.00, food only.

Baristacrats

October 30, 2009 by galleygirl
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Turkish Latte by Ashley

When Martin Dietrich opened Kéan Coffee, it was a huge day for our caffeinated coast. Diedrich lovingly treats coffee beans as what they are: food. Yet he doesn’t compromise what we all love: style. The result is heady, complex performance art. Kéan’s superlative baristas personally stylize each cup coaxing perishable tobacco-hued espresso crema and meringue-textured micro foamed milk into rosettes, hearts, exotic palm fronds, rabbits and even Pac Man on the surface of your latte, no extra charge! Last time I was there, a woman with maniacal Dan Zane’s-like hair asked for and received a Piero Fornasetti sun motif. Next up: The Lord’s Prayer on a patch of Macchiato foam. Kéan Coffee 2043 Westcliff Drive, NB 949.642.5326. 13681 Newport Ave. Ste. 14, Tustin. 714.838.5326. www.kean.com Coffee and snacks for two, $13.00.