6/2016 UA Inaugural SFO-SIN in coach, etc.
UA 560 IAD SFO 1452 1750 739 3A
was 1594 DCA IAH 1223 1454 73G 2A 1594 IAH SFO 1604 1825 320 2A I got to experience clubs both at DCA and IAD, in this wise: so everything was hunky-dory until boarding time for 1594, when at the gate we got the news that owing to a malfunction in the radar system we were going to be boarding, the gate agent estimated, 15 minutes late. He had already boarded a wheelchair passenger, but as one eagle-eyed person in our line pointed out, he'd then gone ahead and deboarded the person. Okay, my spider sense said go to the RCC and change my ticket; the helpful agent put me on the IAD nonstop, a loss of 400 qualifying miles, not that I need these, and gave me a voucher for taxi fare. Out back on the economy, where I found a pleasant Ethiopian guy who accepted the $77 voucher for an $85 fare (he got a decent tip). We spent a pleasant hour gabbing about the role of China in the African and American economies, and pretty soon I was back inside security with half an hour to taste the club's garden vegetable soup (based on a pretty tasty tomato broth) and an interesting new soybean and corn salad in a very garlicky Italian dressing. I wonder why the occasional United flight is stuck way far off from all its sister flights. Anyhow, that's the way it was, and by the time I'd limped over to D21, boarding was half done or more. Situated myself in my semi-comfy seat and tried to stay awake so I'd be sufficiently fatigued to sleep in coach on my longhaul. Warm nuts, mostly salty cashew shards and a few squeaky almonds. A salad with edamame and dried tomatoes, not bad. The meal. Shanghai noodles with vegetable pot stickers - the noodles were dreadful, gummy, sweet-salty, tasting of somewhat over the hill mixed veg. The dumplings, filled with cabbage, carrots, mushrooms, and tofu, were better but ruined by a sweet metallic sauce. The other choices werre chicken with garlic polenta and salmon with rice. I neither saw nor smelled these, which meant that they couldn't have been worse than what I had attempted to eat. A cookie for afters. Service was very agreeable, and there were several opportunities for Courvoisier, some of which I took. The club at the 60s gates was very crowded. Soups were loaded baked potato and mushroom brie, both of which I've had suboptimal encounters with before. A tray of cheese cubes and another of mortadella and a kind of chorizo that was quite paprikaful and a bit putrid but in a good way. |
Over to the international departures, where I learned
that there was going to be a party starting around 9. The club at the 90s gates offered the usual run of cheeses, prosciutto, and some genoalike substance, along with loaded potato and mushroom brie soups, which I'd had previous run-ins with and so didn't bother rousing. I found a nice desk to hang out in next to some guy dovening in the corner, quietly at least. There were these pie things: I had a half piece of pecan, which was pretty decent. The others appeared to be Key lime, apple, and some chocolate stroozly substance. Time to go to the gate to see what was what. There was already a sizable crowd, largely much better dressed than I and with a dignitarylike aspect (I figured that's why the front cabin had been zeroed out since the flight came up for sale in January.) Festive snacks: curry puffs, which I overheard the server telling someone was vegetarian; I found a nice big piece of chicken skin in mine, good for me, perhaps not so for vegetarians; and surprisingly juicy chicken satays with a peanut sauce that had been unadvertisedly zinged up with mustard. Desserts included green tea cake and mango pudding, the former not charming enough for me to try, the latter undone by tiny perfect dice of crunchy underripe fruit. Many speeches - dignitaries included the consul general of Singapore, the ambassador of Singapore, the mayor's office director of tourism, and various United and airport officials. I didn't pay any attention to any of these. We boarded up around five minutes early, each of us being issueed a United/Star Alliance billfold for the occasion. UA 1 SFO SIN 2325 0645 789 27C +2 This was the inaugural trip of the longest 787 flight, the longest passenger flight by an American-flag carrier, the second longest ever flight by an American-flag carrier (Delta had Mumbai to Atlanta, 64 miles more, for a while), the third longest flight period, and the seventh longest flight in history. And with me in coach. At least it was reputed to be a good coach seat. At each seat: a colorful certificate that congratulated us for being passengers on the historic trip, adorned with Oscar's grainy scanned signature. My seatmates were a Chinese kid and this middle-aged 6'9 guy who spilled out of his seat in every direction - I felt kind of sorry for him, as he admitted that uncomfy as this appeared to be, it was the best seat for him, even business class beds being sheer torture for him. For me, the seat was perfectly okay, though I kept being bumped (mostly accidentally I think) by people in the aisle going past. There were moments when I wished I'd chosen the window seat, and next time I'm in coach on this kind of aircraft, maybe I'll do that. The first row of Economy Plus on the aisle might be a good choice as well from the look of it. I didn't take the proffered meal, which was announced in the usual curt way, "chicken or pasta," instead settling for three glasses of red plonk, after which I slept for a good long time, totalling 10 out of the 16 hour flight. Breakfast came all too soon: noodles or eggs. I chose wrong; probably anything I chose would have been wrong. The noodles tasted like dirt smells and were topped by undercooked frozen succotash and a few edamame put there probably because the dietician in charge reminded the caterers that some protein was necessary. A roll whose toughness could be felt through its plastic wrap and a fairly standard almond cookie, which was undoubtedly the best thing on the tray and provided most of my calories. In general the service was nothing to complain about - the crew did their job efficiently and with good humor. They seemed to give a modestly preferential treatment to old people, and I did get my three glasses (a cup each, so a whole bottle total) of wine. We landed about on time, got a water salute, and parked halfway down the F50-60 pier I think it was. There to greet us were assorted local officials, a person prancing around in a dragon suit, and an animated Max airplane (I didn't get close enough to see if it was an animatronic or a human in a costume. |
There was no point going in town, as I had
noplace to go for a good long time, so I had the choice of waiting until noon (5 hours - but this is not a bad airport to wait) for the Cocktail Festival to start up at the Duty-Free in Terminal 3 or go early to the hotel, where from experience I knew that they'd let me use the lounge before checkin (and after checkout as well), but my room wouldn't be ready until 3 or 4. The Cocktail Festival it was. I snoozed (the quiet area was not totally full) and did the e-mail and dreamed of trying Veuve Cliquot Rich, the sponsor of this day. So around quarter past 12 I moseyed up to the Long Bar, where the cocktail tasting was supposed to be, only to find that there was nobody there. A not-too-friendly sales agent told me that the people hadn't arrived yet and probably wouldn't be there until evening! Well, I thought, might as well go downtown and find someplace for lunch and then take advantage of the Conrad lounge, where, as I recalled, wine flowed free day and night. So off to Ippudo, see below, and then to the hotel, which has long been a favorite of mine, despite something going peculiarly (but amusingly and fixably) wrong almost every time. This time, nothing went wrong. My room, a corner on the second-to-top floor, wasn't ready, so I settled for relatively modest digs 6 floors below, because I really needed to crash. Okay, it was an American-size room. quite big by Asian or European standards, nothing to complain about at all, with a nice view of the Fountain of Wealth (they seem to think I'm a businessman and usually give me a room on this side of the hotel, though last time with lili I'd got one on the Pan Pacific side, maybe because the rooms on the businessman side have only one bed). Oh, yeah, though the rubber ducky is still the same, the Conrad bear has gone from being that cute robust cuddly toy to a sad skinny fabric one. Sad news about the executive lounge for my alcoholic friends. It's no longer free booze on demand. You get free-flow alcohol only between 5:30 and 8. Nonetheless, they gave me my obligatory Tiger beer on check-in, though they giggled nervously and acted as if I were being extremely bold and iconoclastic. I've since compared notes with various other travelers, and the consensus is that in the last year or two both Singapore and Malaysia have become substantially more puritanical, perhaps Islamist. Oscar's breakfast. I had originally been given the erroneous news by a young concierge that breakfast was to be at the executive lounge, rather than the way it used to be, with a choice among three locations - the lounge, Oscar's, or at the pool level. Further inquiry yielded that the same options are still available, but as it cost more for them to do the more elaborate spread at Oscar's, they were not telling anyone about it. The lounge breakfast is pretty basic - one or two kinds of dim sum, one kind of eggs (though I am told you can special order other egg dishes, and they'll be brought up from downstairs), chicken sausage, bacon, baked beans, a fairly good assortment of pastries and fruit. At Oscar's you get all of these plus Indian and Chinese breakfasts, lots more kinds of fruit and fruit juices, plus the famous waffles and pancakes and ice cream. I will admit that once I took advantaage of this last with a scoop each of Swiss chocolate (pretty good, what in the states we call chocolate chocolate chip) and espresso croquant. Notes: the Indian things are pretty decent - I've written about how Indian food tends to be a good bet on buffets, because it reheats really well, and the yellow dal makhni I think it was was almost sufficiently spicy. I turnip my nose at the Chinese stuff; the one time I had the turnip cake it was bland beyond bland. The best things I had were smoked salmon (an ugly and careless presentation compared to years past), a bland but extremely high quality braised tofu in soy, and pink grapefruit juice. The worst, chicken sausage, chicken siu mai, and gummy vegetarian noodles (not as bad as United Airlines coach or domestic first noodles, but worse than United Airlines business noodles). |
Things eaten in Singapore. Aside from the hotel
food, which was abundant, accessible, and free (so I had the majority of my calories there), I ate at chains about once a day to keep the Singapore economy going but not so much. Here are three that I hit - all Asian chains, the first two having in the range of 50-100 outlets, the third I'm not so sure, because its Website is hacked and the location link takes me to a lonely hearts site, but it's not quite so big. Also, all the meals I had had a pasta base, as I was cheap, having splurged on the Conrad for $125 + 25000 points a night (essentially $250 a night, but I'm relatively points rich and dollars poor); and for protein I relied on the breakfast at Oscar's and evening hors d'oeuvres at the executive lounge. Tai Hing [Changi] is a pretty well thought of Hong Kong chain, known for its roast meats and noodly things. Accordingly I had noodle soup with a side of roast duck. The soup tasted like dishwater, but the noodles were though I think from frozen pretty decent. The duck, a quarter less maybe a couple slices for the cook, was inexpertly cut, raggedy, limp-skinned, but extremely good tasting, almost competing with Yan Toh Heen in Hong Kong last month. I seem to recall reading that there are 85 locations. I'd probably go back, because I got very tasty poultry for a moderate price. Ippudo Ramen - a Japanese-based chain with 65 restaurants in Japan and a bunch elsewhere, including Sydney, New York, San Fran, Bangkok, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, and here. Their standard is a pork-bone broth in the Hakata style. I discovered that here chashu costs extra - what's ramen without roast pork? so I got a serving, 4 smallish slices of pork belly (the equivalent of 2 thick-cut slices of bacon) for $2 extra. The ramen was done hard, but the soup was really hot, so by the end of the bowl, the noodles were just right. The broth had a lot of MSG in it so tasted pretty good and cried out for beer, which is kind of expensive in Singapore, so I got a Coke (also expensive - $2 for a maybe 250 ml can). The chashu was decent, nothing to write home about, not enough of a fatty layer and a little on the fibrous side; it did taste good and was necessary to the bowl's integrity. Speaking of which, I was going to add a shake of sesame seeds to the bowl but discovered that the cook had had it his way - premixed in were scallions, pickled ginger, pickled vegetable, and way too many sesame seeds. If I went back, I'd specify what I did and didn't want for mix-ins. |
Tim Ho Wan is said to be the cheapest Michelin-
starred restaurant in the world [note - as of July 2016, that's not so anymore]. It's for sure cheap, but Michelin-starred, that is up for discussion. For one thing, the stars get given and taken away with some regularity - the three Hong Kong locations have had a checkered history. The original got a star. Then a second opened, and it got a star. Then a third opened and got its star, but the second one lost its. Then the original went out of business (the landlord wanted to renegotiate the lease at apparently exorbitant rates). Then the little chain started to expand, and now it is represented in 10 or more countries (SF and NYC in the US) with multiple locations in some cities. I went to the most convenient one for me, accessible even in foul weather without going outside through a half-mile of mazy over- and underground passages. This one is really unprepossessing, being in a strip mall that lines the corridor connecting two subway stations, Esplanade and City Hall. When I saw it I thought of chickening out and taking the tube to another location, but I stuck it out and was glad I did. There are about 25 items on the menu, plus half a dozen drinks, plus beer, which costs more than at the hotel. Four of the dishes, pork liver vermicelli roll, steamed egg cake, turnip cake, and pork buns, are given the monicker Big Four Heavenly Kings, which to me translates as Big Four Heavenly Profits; nonetheless, who can resist pork liver vermicelli roll? So I got an order - three medium-size blobs of the usual sort with a much more delicate wrapper than I am used to, filled with all these little maybe half inch bits of liver, each cooked perfectly medium rare like little tiny steaks - truly artfully done. The sauce was an extremely savory soy-and- broth-based thing. I could live on this; it was one of the most amazing things I've ever eaten; and to think it was found in a corridor between two train stations. Spinach dumplings with shrimp sounded good; when they came, the wrappers were also extraordinarily delicate, almost too delicate, as their stickiness made it hard to separate them from the paper lining of the steamer. Inside - odd bits of ground protein that I couldn't figure out but decided were tofu, pretty delicious steamed spinach, in a largish mass, lots and lots of garlic, and a small shrimp or perhaps a piece of a larger shrimp. Incredible texture and substantial satisfyingness. One of the specials of the month was lychee custard puff: I was expecting maybe a riff on the Hong Kong egg tart with bits of lychee or maybe just lychee flavoring. What came - fresh lychees with the stones replaced by egg custard, the whole coated in a very light batter and deep-fried. The first, piping hot, was a revelation. The second, now that I knew what to expect, merely very good. The last, having started to cool off, pretty decent. I recommend ordering this only if you have a party of three! Sadly, I discovered later that each city has a different set of specials of the month. As beer was quite expensive, I had the homemade longan drink, which tasted like diluted prune juice but was not bad for that. It was dark like prune juice, so it must have been made either from overripe longans or dried ones. I was going to hit Din Tai Fung (there are 19 of these in Singapore) but was too cheap and figured I could get my fix in Kuala Lumpur for half the price, and the Tim Ho Wan experience was too good to forget, and I thought that that even the biggest name in dim sum wouldn't be able to come close. |
From the hotel to the airport by MRT
is 45 minutes and a couple bucks. I think the bus is about the same price. The taxi, marginally faster at best, costs 10 times as much. MH 614 SIN KUL 1105 1250 738 2A The Malaysia counters were chockablock; there's a bank of check-in machines by them; wondering why nobody was using them, I wandered over the 6 feet to see what was what. Turns out that despite the Singapore desks being in another aisle altogether, the only machine check-in possibilities were Singapore or SilkAir. While I was puzzling over this Singaporean silliness, speaking of which, some SATS guy came up and asked me what airline I was flying. I answered in my most clear enunciation, Ma-lay-see-an, in the Malaysian way. He went, what, what, I didn't understand you. So I repeated myself. So he repeated himself louder. Eventually I said, MH, and he sneered, oh, Malayshan (in the Singaporean way) and pointed me to the business counter, where I waited five for the girl to serve a couple of relatively confused customers and then received my boarding pass in moments. I think he was disappointed that I didn't get kicked out of that line, and when I went back to "thank" him, he hung his head and wouldn't look at me. It was amusing but almost irritating enough to complain to SATS about. Makes me wonder what other shibboleths I am ignorant of, not that I should really care. Emigration: two minutes flat counting the line. One turns right at the shuttered Golden Lounge to get to its replacement, the SATS lounge. I was kind of sad, but in truth it's a perfectly respectable facility. The red wine on offer was Pierre-Jean Cabernet- Merlot (Vallee de l'Aude) 15 - it tasted rather cheap, and the best I can say for it is that it went nicely with Coke. Luckily on my next trip, I thought, I will have access to the Silver Kris, where the wine might be a tad better. With my laksa, below, I tried Michel Torino Chardonnay (Calchaqui Valley) 15, which despite being over-tropical-fruited was pleasantly crisp and went pretty well. The signature laksa smelled like sotong busuk, but I gave it a try. It tasted pretty good, ginger, lime leaves, garlic, a whole lot of chile. "Indian delights sambar," tamarind lentil soup, was also pretty spicy, a little sour, decent. As I had allowed only two hours or so between the hotel and the flight, I didn't spend an enormous amount of time, and soon I had to hustle to the gate, where by the time I got there, the security line was pretty long but was quick enough. The cabin was half full - 6 of 12 (or 16?). On the flight, pleasant service, attentive but not too attentive. Seats, pretty standard - I remember back in the olden days when these planes had footstools; the built-in mechanical ones nowadays don't have that charm but I guess must be deemed safer. The seats themselves are fine, and the entertainment system, well, I'd thought my headphones had gone defective when I'd tried to use them on United, but they were fine here. The snack was chicken satay, tender but with a baking sodaed texture, served with quite good peanut sauce that I lapped up rapidly. No alcohol, so I had guava juice, which was almost as good. |
Great TR - fun for the inaugural flight. But bummer that you didn't get to enjoy the cocktail party in SIN.
Don't know how the 6'9" pax can fly. Ouch on height! |
As we'd come in on time, there was again no
reason to hurry, so I spent a whopping MYR10 ($2.50) for the hour bus ride to Sentral instead of MYR60 or so for the 40-min train trip to the same place. An easy transfer to the #5 Gombak light rail line (MYR 2.70, 67c more), and in about 20 I was at Ampang Park (Google overestimates the time by double or so), where I followed the sign for the Doubletree. Guess what? It points in the wrong direction, and I had to ask at a stall how to get there. They are apparently used to this question. The Doubletree Kuala Lumpur is the gem of the Intermark shopping center, whose construction is probably the final nail in the coffin for the Ampang Park shopping center, which is more a collection of little mom and pop shops, each of which now sports a pathetic sign that says "PLEASE SAVE AMPANG PARK." Kind of sad. It calls itself a five-star hotel, and though I was a little sceptical, experience says to me, four at least, not quite at the level of the big guns in town or around the world, but very nice. Plus with the buy four get one free on miles you can get five nights at an undeniably superior place for the price of one night at, say, the Hampton Inn Logan Airport. As I type, I have only a few hours left here, but I'll certainly be back. I was invited to check in at the lounge on 34; the pleasant desk agent escorted me up there and handed me over to a very suave young lady who after some checking said that my room was not ready owing to a late checkout, so I hung around the lounge a couple hours! drinking them out of Schweppes bitter lemon, alcohol not being available until 5:30. Was the room worth the wait? I guess. Smaller than the one at the Conrad but more modernly and perhaps more nicely appointed and 1/6 the price in points. And, as the concierge pointed out, only 100 feet from breakfast and cocktails. I was settling in when some guy knocked to offer a fruit plate and a pastry plate. The fruit - two apples, an orange, and an Asian pear - were like rocks and remained inedible for at least two and in some cases three days. The pastries included a relatively salty and unsweet banana cake with 38 layers, I counted them. I can see 32 or maybe 36, but why 38? It was densely spongy, like one of those miracle wipers that is thin thin until you wet it, and then it puffs up according to how much water you add. This was maybe half watered. Star anise cookies in the shape of a butterfly were also salty and unsweetish and tasted like a Chinese grocery store smells. There was also a strange coconut digestive biscuit that I actually liked. After resting and freshening up I toddled over for the last half of happy hour. The place was chockablock, and it was a while before I found a place to sit, near an amusing couple, Allan and Mary, Midlanders relocated to India or somesuch place. I had my fill of red wine, Roberts Rock South African Cabernet-Merlot, which I stuck with for the week as it was inoffensive and the kind of thing one gets used to. |
Over the days I investigated, various snacks,
some rather odd, that kept changing: prawn paste fried in shredded wheat, okay; sort of mystery meat in mystery pastry, okay minus; other Chinese-influenced but modest-tasting dim-summy fried or baked pastries, okay to good; very dense beef meatballs in a brownish sauce with some interesting name, but the taste was not particularly, okay minus; various kinds of samosas, good; bao with kaya, quite good and a counterexample to my hypothesis that there wasn't a steamer upstairs; "beef bolognese lasagne" in a cup - quite good, actually; various kinds of chicken wings, on one occasion what appeared to be plain fried, on another "barbecued," actually very good and reminiscent of the sauce I had at some place in Wheaton Plaza, Maryland in the late 1950s or early 1960s, on yet anoter something with a fancy Malay name but tasted like plain fried; some fishy things, one a day, all of which smelled bad to me; fruits, of which the watermelon was excellent; I was hoping for something more typical, but the most native I could find was papaya that wasn't as smelly as it should have been; lots of rather too hard melon; finger sandwiches, not for me; various tofu preparations cuted up in Chinese spoons - I had one on the first day and found it okay but not going well with the wine; beef rendang pie, of which I took one and on a flyer decided to open up and look at: three chunks, two of a good though underspiced chuck beef stew, the third a piece of purest white suet. I ate the fat. Also sweets of native and European styles, which I resisted fairly easily, though the wild berry panna cotta and the classic tiramisu, their words, were tempting, and I might have tried one of each if they hadn't run out of dessert spoons. Not everything every day; though, except on Saturday night, when the place was overrun by lots of families with lots of hungry children, there was plenty of choice and plenty of food. Some days I didn't partake, depending on the timing of my heavy meal out. For the first day of Ramadan, an assortment of dried fruit, including three kinds of dates - one small and round, gooey sweet, very freestone; one medium-size, more elongated, a little starchy, freestone; and the third large and boxy-shaped, gooey, less freestone. On my last day: pandan pudding, nicely scented with that vanilla-like fragrance, topped with tiny tapioca balls, and a creme caramel that was weirdly bitter with crunchy bits of grass jelly-like substance on top but eggy enough for that to be forgiven. No spoons, so I was forward this time and asked one of the actually quite accommodating attendants for one. Booze: Captain Morgan alternating with Havana Club, various white spirits including I think Beefeater, and Ballantine's alternating with Jack black. Tiger beer and the aforementioned Roberts Rock. |
Breakfast could be had either at the
lounge just a hundred feet from my room or down at the famed Makan Kitchen on the 11th floor. I chose downstairs every time because of the variety, and the stuff upstairs had no doubt been dumbwaitered up from there anyway. Stations: Malay, healthy, European, cereal, pastry, yogurt, cheese and cold cuts, noodle, omelette, soup, cured meat, Indian, and Chinese. Focusing on the first day, subsequent things mostly the same, and I'll mention them as I think of them. From the Malay offerings there was a fish and chile sambal, very strong and salty and just the thing to liven up a diet of rice upon rice, and a chicken rendang that was scrumptious, though light on the coconut and on the chile. Coconut rice. From the healthy station, some nice ripe smelly papaya (there are varieties that exude a durianlike odor) and a juice bar (orange, apple, guava, and something else). Other fruits that I never got around to trying. The cheese and cold cut station had only one set of tongs for the whole thing, so when I tried the duck ham, it ended up smelling of but not tasting of blue cheese, not my favorite thing. This obtained every day, so I avoided it since. Beef ham from the sausage and cured meat section was ok but not to be repeated. There were also chicken and veal bangers; I didn't bother. As people never tire of saying in their Internet reviews, the Indian chef is the best of the lot. I believe actually that he is the head chef. Recurring: tomato chutney, very good. Coconut chutney, even more good. Pappadums in the shape of Fritos, very good. Spiced uttapams, a bit lumpen and starchy, also cold; nonetheless, very good slathered with the chutneys. The one-off coconut drop doughnuts, I don't know what they're called, were pretty good. The first day there was a weird spaghetti with tomato fish sauce that the jury's still out on. It didn't reappear. Each day a potato dish, the first masala-ed, probably the best I've ever had, but a little salty. Later some goopy underseasoned things I didn't bother with or didn't note; and a varuval that was pretty nice. Sambar, quite good, very lentilly and not so sour; I remained unconvinced by the big chunks of al dente carrots, green pepper, and - horrors - luffa. Chicken curry - very good, very spicy. A fish curry that smelled unpromising. The Chinese section, which is in another room altogether, didn't look all that interesting except for the carrot cake that was offered on the first day. I figured that as it's cheap and easy to make, I'd try it another time, having gorged myself on the Malay and Indian food before finding the Chinese department. Wrong choice - it was a one-off. At the counter there was a sign advertising roast duck, but there wasn't any - the sign must have been leftover from dinner. Congee with interesting additives - I did try some of these, a mixed pickled vegetable, a thin-stemmed kind of cabbage, or so the sign said, what was characterized as olive leaves, and a pickled parsnip-like root. These were salty, very salty, exceedingly salty, and sweet and salty respectively. I figure they're offered because of some putative medicinal value rather than flavor. More starches - a fried rice and a noodle dish, changing daily, none particularly appetizing. On one day a silken tofu with chicken mince and scallions - very good. |
There are two restaurants in Ampang Park with
similar names - Cozy Corner and Cozy House - apparently it's the old story - two brothers don't see eye to eye, they split, their restaurants have similar names and are down the block from each other, people get confused. I was vaguely interested in this little drama and to see what the results were, so I went to the Ampang Park Shopping Center (across the pedestrian walkway from the Intermark) and poked my head into both. Sad to say, the smells and the atmosphere at either did not encourage me to stay, though the air conditioning was working at one of them, I forget which. Some say New Shanghai Legend has some of the best dim sum around, so my original plan to check out the KL branches of Din Tai Fung and Tim Ho Wan were put on hold. It was Sunday noon, a time when the places in my experience are filled with happy families, but this restaurant was totally empty, a bad sign. I walked past it two or three times and wondered if I should instead eat spag Bol at the place down the way, but I decided to stick to my plan. The hostess who eagerly accosted me on my last pass through spoke decent English with a charming accent, which clinched the deal. Inside it was a little musty and had a touch of that sour mildewy smell that you got before the advent of air conditioning, even though the dining room was cool enough. I ordered four of my favorites. They let you order the oatmeal prawn by the each (just over US$1), so I got one to see what it would be like. Turned out to be a fried croquette whose flavor was between a cereal prawn and that famous weird Hong Kong dish fried shrimp with mayonnaise and fruit cocktail. The croquette had about 4 or 5 small shrimp in a creamy sauce with a crunchy cereal coating. My first bite was heaven, but the rich whiteness dictated that it palled quickly. There were also white and red cubes in there as well, and I thought that they had cleverly incorporated the fruit cocktail into the croquette, but when I actually tasted them, it turned out they were surimi, a sizable disappointment. Not what I had envisioned, which would have been a riff on the Singaporean cereal prawn - a whole creature rolled in the cereal of the day and cooked in a hot wok; if it's made with butter, it's called (duh) butter prawn. Here an order of xiao long bao comes as a measly two, and they are relatively expensive. They are steamed in Chinese spoons, a cute idea, and you eat each one right off the spoon (hothothot) and slurp the juice. Well. For starters, it's a good thing there were those spoons, because one of them was pre-busted, so it might as well have been wonton in soup. The juice was okay, not very rich, the filling rather coarse, without enough fat, and underseasoned. Not the best rendition ever, despite what the Internet says. This came with a spoon of ginger slivers and soy sauce. Har gow had a stronger than usual sesame scent but were otherwise standard, which is to say pretty good. The shrimp inside were fresh and crisp, the dough translucent enough but bordering on the too firm. I'd have liked a drop or two of soy for this, too, but no. And there was none at table, either. A fried taro ball was unlike the usual - of course I am used to it being filled with a tablespoon of ground pork in a sauce flavored with anise; this was of course filled with little dice of stewed beef round in soy, which was fine. The coating was pretty standard, which is to say very good. This all came to just over RM30; a Tiger beer added RM15 plus tax, so my final outlay came to just over US$12. Maybe I should have had another beer. Ramadan is coming up (Google says it's starting right in an hour or two; other sources say tomorrow). [contemporarily written report] |
United are still serving cookies for desert.
This is one reason I avoid US airlines on long haul trips. |
But I like the cookies.
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Photos?
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Being visually impaired, I'm not very into photos, and most
of the ones I take are not great. |
Originally Posted by violist
(Post 27575890)
Being visually impaired, I'm not very into photos, and most
of the ones I take are not great. |
Originally Posted by violist
(Post 27546008)
But I like the cookies.
As much as I loath AC, I always liked their fresh baked cookies. I always wondered why you also did not post pics in your TRs. That said, pics are like pizza. I've never had horrible pizza. :-) |
I'm not too badly off - I do have a camera, but I use it mostly
to take shots of things II'm interested in and blow them up to actually see some details. Kind of amusing. |
So those chain restaurants of a higher order
that I was talking about. I was so impressed by the Tim Ho Wan in the mall between City Hall and Esplanade that I checked to see if there was one in KL, and it seems there are in fact two, and there are five Din Tai Fungs here as well. In fact, there is a big fancy mall complex called Mid-Valley that has one of each, and, wonder of wonders, one can get to this wondrous place by public transport with only one change. Tim Ho Wan is between two malls that are essentially one, Mid-Valley and The Garden, on the ground floor, technically I think in The Garden. It was hopping at lunchtime, and a table for one was grudgingly given. Service was pretty swift and unsmiling, as one might expect. I ordered that same vermicelli sheet with pig liver, and it was hugely different. The one in Singapore was one of the better things I've ever eaten; this was merely average at best, the ineffable texture over there replaced by a very ordinary wrapper such as you can get for a buck at a million hawker stalls throughout the world. The main disappointment was the filling - there, innumerable little medium-rare liver steaks, here, shrivelled overcooked bits that could have come out of a scrapple but in a bad sense. Bitter, gamy, altogether not right. Har gow were pretty good, but again average and easily gettable for a quarter the price elsewhere. I decided to get the famous steamed egg cake; it was actually quite good, a moist airy texture with distinct brown sugar flavor; the egginess that the reviewers refer to and that I was looking forward to was a mere whisper, though. At the next table I watched a comfortable young couple work their way through the menu; while I was there they went through at least 15 dishes. I shouldn't say anything - when I was their age I probably could have done the same. Price: half what the one in Singapore had been. Quality: less than half what the one in Singapore had been. I might go back to see if it was just an off-day but at this point do not recommend. |
Went back south to check out the Din Tai
Fung to see if it measured up to the other outlets I've been to or to its local competition. This is in the basement that connects the two malls, at the Garden end, next to a roast duck place that I want to try someday. I was welcomed pleasantly and given a pretty nice table. I wanted one of everything, and luckily there was a "prestige set menu" offering a large number of tastes for MYR55. The appetizer of the day (by all reports, it seems to be every day) a salad of slivered bean curd, bean sprouts, seaweed, and bean threads in a sesame, sugar, and vinegar dressing. I was beginning to tuck into this when other things that I preferred started rolling in, and the result was that this got pushed aside and aside as my table got fuller and fuller. It was mostly still there at the end of the meal, the least (but not bad) of the things to eat. So it went orphaned forever. Then came a really peculiar version of zha jiang mien, noodles usually in a dark sweetish bean sauce with ground pork. I make it myself this way, with scallions on top. This came with bean curd dice and steamed soybeans, which is the usual vegetarianized substitution, but it also had ground pork. What made it really strange was the addition of bits of tomato that had been marinated in soy sauce - I suspect a case of Monsieur Michelin strikes again. The noodles were quite good, with nice flavor though done just a tad past al dente. Stir-fried pea shoots in garlic sauce were the best I've ever had - tiny baby pea shoots in a delicate sauce that was done just so you barely noticed but did notice the garlic in every bite from start to finish. Crab xiao long bao - a disappointment as the crab really doesn't add anything but a modest fishiness and a stringy texture. Luckily you get only one of them. Pork xiao long bao - a good version, not as delicate as at DTF Singapore or Taipei, but unlike most I've had, in that ballpark. You get two of these. Chicken soup - could have been the whole meal - a whole drumstick chopped into bits and simmered along with other assorted chicken trimmings (also ladeled into the bowl) to make a delicate and rather delicious broth. I left some of the chicken, gnawing off the skin and gelatinous bits and rejecting the flesh, out of which all the goodness had been leached anyway. For afters, mango pudding - a pretty hard but tasty interpretation, topped with a fan of ripe fruit slices and (boo) a splash of milk. I got out for US$15 including tax, service, and 33c for tap water. A note on the Mid-Valley complex - it consists of two malls connected by an underground mostly food court as described, which boasts American names such as Tony Roma's and KFC, former American names such as Kenny Rogers Roasters, would-be American names such as Texas Chicken, Manhattan Fish Market, and NY Steak Shack, international big shots like Sushi Tei and the aforementioned DTF, and local luminaries such as Village Duck. The food mostly smells pretty good. Next time maybe I'll forgo the hotel chain loyalty thing and stay at one of the hotels on premises. I could have eaten here all week. |
Last breakfast. I didn't feel like it but
decided to give it a shot anyway and was glad I did. At the Malay station they had lamb curry (not rendang - this was in a lightish brown sauce with turmeric and chiles) was very nice but boneless and fatless, sad to say; it was also not hot enough, something one could remedy using the minced hot peppers or the fish-based sambals that were available. The Indian things were pulisadham, a lentil and rice concoction flavored with tamarind and cumin, pretty plain but good; vadai, lentil flour fritters, which strangely dissolved in the mouth to yield an okra-like texture and even flavor; potatoes varuval, a curry tinged red with pepper powder and possibly a bit of tomato, pretty good, especially as I had shamelessly mined the dish for lots of extra onion; the chicken and fish curries were there as they were every day - I'm guessing they don't rotate in different dishes until these are gone. The chicken had gotten even spicier, and the fish didn't smell as bad, so I took a small piece - it was actually pretty decent. I finally decided to check out the western foods table. Everything looked pretty average and boring except for two things, which I tasted. Mac and cheese, in big blocks - I took a slice off one and discovered it to be bland, starchy, not very cheesy or anythingy. Confetti corn which in addition to the usual tiny dice of green and red pepper had a bit of hot pepper added, which made the combination quite nice. I had a big mound of this and ate every kernel. Oh, yeah, it was cut fresh off the cob, not previously frozen. Chinese For my departure there was radish cake, this time coated in dried onions and chile flakes - delicious to the taste but had suffered from perhaps several reheatings, so the texture was kind of grainy and odd. I tried a vegetable spring roll, which was meh, also having suffered from overaging. Three of those custard buns today. Juices included pink guava as well as green guava - they taste the same, but I hit the jackpot with mango juice replacing the apple. Feeling the need for a modest kick in the pants, I had a mug of teh tarik. How do you tarik (pull) tea from a samovar? I held my mug as far from the spout as possible to help the milk proteins foam up; semi-success. |
Departure day: I stuck around way too long,
not having any energy to brave the thunderstorms, which I could hear starting about 10 (they weren't supposed to start until 12:30). And I didn't have the stomach space to hit another dim sum place, having eaten copiously and relatively well at the hotel, so my original plan of taking the free shuttle bus to Paragon gave way to a lethargic nothing. They let me hang out in the lounge as long as I wanted, a nice gesture that cost them pretty much nothing. Off to the airport. I had tons of time and just sort of moseyed to Sentral and instead of taking Ekspres did the bus again. It was the same bus, of which I recall having made the same ominous noises as on the way out. No traffic, and it got us there in 45 min. Again, formalities took mere moments. Last time, my friends and I decided that the regional Golden Lounge is nicer than the fancy big one, so that was my choice today. It was pretty busy when I arrived, but by the time it was time to go, it had cleared out considerably. Cotes de Blaignan is the house red pour, and it's pretty respectable, certainly better than tomorrow's business class wine. Things I tasted. Rasam was spicy and delicious - a creamy tomato lentil soup served with those frito-shaped pappadums; mackerel cake that was oily and fishy but not bad; some kind of mystery meat pastry; curry puff with way too much anise in it; and an odd vinegary hummus. Things I didn't taste. Spaghetti with tomato sauce, some rather fishy fish in white sauce, curried bony bits of chicken, and biryani rice; a salad bar, breads, and a cheese board. I spent much of my time at the work tables overlooking the bank of 738s at the B gates, because that was where the outlets are. Eventually I wised up and sat me down in a more comfy chair and snoozed for two hours, then, as I was ready to eat, tried the chicken curry, really all a bunch of odd trimmings, fine with me, as there was a lot of skin, in a mildly spicy rather delicious sauce. The rice was terrible with a strange bitter taste. I ended with a dessert plate of pistachio nuts and a couple dates that had been put there so people could break their Ramadan fast. There were also other fruits and some Western desserts available. MH 609 KUL SIN 2305 0005 738 2A This flight was full of mainland tourists who though rowdy were mostly not much of a problem (despite the cutting in line issue, which is not unique to the mainland), but one particularly screechy lady who was not afraid to pound on things and her fellow travelers I feared might cause a delay, but eventually she was calmed down by her compatriots. The front cabin was again half full; the back was pretty packed. Attentive service from both male and female attendants. For the snack, shepherd's pie or dim sum. I maybe should have chosen the former just to see what it would be like. I chickened out and went with the dim sum, which were three deep-fried shumai (made with mystery meat instead of pork and mystery fish that might have been shrimp) and a yellow bean bao. On the side those strangely crunchy peanuts in a packet and a Lindt ball. With this I had the steward keep the guava juice coming. We landed five minutes or so early, just before 12. |
Thank goodness the Silver Kris lounge is
open all night. The buffet goes down at 0100, but the cook comes around to give everyone last call, a most civilized touch. I actually declined the kind offer to check it out. Planning to snooze a bit, I scoped out the sleep aid situation. Offerings included Ch. Loudenne, Charles Heidsieck brut reserve, Courvoisier XO, Jack Daniel's, and Dalmore 15, not a bad lineup at all, especially for Cognac lovers. I want to talk about David Beckham's Haig Club. It's a "single grain" whisky, supposed to bridge the gap between the brown liquor drinkers and the white liquor drinkers. In essence, I'd say much more white than brown. An unpromising nose of cherry soda and solvent (hence the white), and it really went belly up on the palate - I looked in vain for any of that black pepper and posh spice that some reviewers find. Oak, water, and death on the finish. One man's smooth is another's watery; I am suspecting the reviewer who found smoothness is being paid off by Diageo. So the Edinburgh Whisky Blog referred to Becks in this way: "I like Beckham as much as the next man - we all remember THAT goal from the half way line, and the brilliant interview with Ali G," so I looked up that interview. Takeaways: 1. Sacha Baron Cohen is in fact pretty funny; he's funnier than Victoria Beckham is pretty; but I believe that his unbelievable rudeness in character probably betrays something about him out of character - of course, he went to Cambridge, which is sort of like going to Yale. 2. Victoria Beckham is cute, but not more alluring, I think, than several women I managed to get dates with in my youth. What is notable about her, though, is her fiery brightness and what comes across as a fierce loyalty to friends and family. 3. About David - from the comment about brilliance I expected something like Muhammad Ali's repeated reaming of Howard Cosell or Sylvester Stallone's gentle chidings of Oprah Winfrey. What I got was a disarming smile and a few embarrassed asides that if he were not so pretty might have been interpreted as simplemindedness; of course given it has a half billion quid behind it it is seen as something else. From which I went on to review Muhammad Ali's career, which was really amusing, especially the Dick Cavett and Michael Parkinson vs. Joe Frazier and Ali interview, which lasted about 12 rounds and a split decision. Those 43 minutes helped the time along considerably, and I eventually decided not to try to sleep this night. United Business isn't that much to be awake for anyway. Around 5 an investigation of the showers found them fine, but I preferred the United ones in Tokyo and even the Thai ones in Hong Kong. Around 6, breakfast called. It had been put out about an hour before, but I resisted the clarion until I remembered that there was Chinese food. A charsiu bao was average, but given it was in the airport, and given it was free, I'd give it a B+. Fried radish (also known as turnip, also known as carrot) cake was gummy and tasteless, and no way does it get a pass. Chee kueh (steamed rice flour cake) with chye poh (preserved radish) was also kind of average, the cake fine though a little hard and the radish I thought a bit too sweet. B given the situation. Shaped noodles with Szechwan chili oil was nicely al dente but in no way spicy enough. Luckily there were dishes of minced big and little Thai chiles nearby. I used the latter, and the resulting piquancy made for an A-; the thing that could have elevated this dish would have been a sizzle in pig fat. There are departures to Indonesia and such places from this terminal, so that's not going to happen. Har gow were nasty - a filling of shrimp ground to a paste with some godawful starch binder. F. F! F!!! Luckily there were a lot of shrimp in the shrimp laksa noodles, presented sensibly as separate components. The shrimp were quite nicely boiled; the laksa gravy was pretty nice. My use for the shrimp was to eat them in bites with the har gow and pretend they were a unitary dish. |
Off to the gate.
The hotel-printed boarding pass that I'd used to get through security had a little notation in fine print that said that it had to be exchanged for another boarding pass - something I didn't tumble to until fairly late in the game. I duly presented myself at the transfer desk by the United gate, where a not impolite Singapore agent told me that in fact United, not being so chummy with SQ as it might once have been, had been relegated to the other transfer desk a half mile down the corridor. So off I trundled, my heart beating rather fast and shallow as I came up to the desk. Panting a bit, I gasped my request to the bored young man, who told me that I had to go to the security desk, a folding music stand ten feet away that had been folded up in anticipation of an early escape for the staff. The music stand had to be reunfolded, painstakingly, and then the security girl also painstakingly and either reluctantly or semi-illiterately tried to find my name on the list. This took a while, but eventually I was allowed to reapproach the desk and get my new boarding pass, which said the same things as my old one had. At this point, my ankle (cardiacly swollen) was really killing me, so I asked the fellow to call an electric cart for me, which he did; I think he did, anyhow, but as I didn't understand the Canto- language he was speaking, he could just as well have been calling his girlfriend. Anyhow, he reported that no electric carts were to be had at such short notice, and I should just walk slowly, as there was plenty of time to make the flight, as it was delayed. So I did, pausing to wince every hundred yards or so. During my journey, an electric cart with empty seats whizzed by every three minutes or so. I cursed. UA 2 SIN SFO 0845 0915 789 3D When I arrived, there was still a security line, so the young man had not lied to me about that at least, and after that, we had still a bit of a wait: we ended up leaving half an hour late and landed either 5 late or 45 early, depending whether you believe the company's filed plan or the public schedule. Turns out we were lucky - according to flightaware.com, the flight averaged an hour late taking off, with two cancellations in the recent week. The seat-bed was hard and narrow but reasonably comfy, with enough space to store a bag in the footwell. The flight attendants were fine, though, strangely, they pressed me to overeat and overdrink. TO BEGIN Chilled appetizer - chicken roulade with spicy garlic sauce and South Asian pickles Fresh seasonal greens - zucchini, sun-dried tomatoes, Kalamata olives, fennel and sunflower seeds with your choice of Caesar or Asian-style dressing The chicken was a boneless drumstick, the sauce Sriracha, and the pickles gari and something else uninteresting, I forget. Reasonably unwilted greens, okay extras (I put the zucchini aside), a very sweet dressing that tasted of garlic and a little ginger and soy but mostly of some kind of sugar. MAIN COURSE Braised beef cheek - braised sauce, polenta, grilled red capsicum and zucchini Bacon and sage stuffed chicken breast - bacon-sage jus, roasted potatoes and braised cabbage Sauteed prawns - pumpkin and salted egg cream sauce and egg noodles with shredded vegetables Vegetarian kofta - onion and tomato masala, okra poriyal and dill and sultana pulao Executive dining - if you prefer more time to work or relax, ask a flight attendant about our executive dining service. At your request, we will present your main meal followed by dessert based on your schedule. |
I told the young Asian guy that I sort of preferred
the meat but would accept the prawns as a second choice; he put his hand on my shoulder (he did this several times during the flight, and I don't know if it was cute or creepy) and gazed into my eyes and intoned, sir, you WILL GET your first choice. After eating I wondered if I'd made the right choice. When it was piping hot, the beef cheek had an acceptable texture, but as it cooled, the gelatins solidified a bit, so the last bites were almost as firm as the cold five-spice beef shin you get on appetizer plates. The demi-glace-ish sauce was okay, very gooey, as you'd expect, and not too salty. I didn't have the guts to try the polenta or the vegetables. TO FINISH International cheese selection - grapes and crackers served with Port A Brie-ish white-rinded thing, a bluish blue, and Cabot clothbound Cheddar - I had a thin slice of the last, which was pretty decently sharp and tasty. Dessert - ice cream with your choice of toppings I said no, thank you very much, but the FA asked flirtatiously if I was sure, so I acceded to a scoop of rather ordinary vanilla with another glass of that Port, thank you very much. And then went to sleep for maybe five hours. MID-FLIGHT SNACK Singapore-style soup - noodles, shredded chicken and mixed vegetables in spiced broth The broth was okay, but the noodles were both hard and gummy at the same time - how do you do that?, and the chicken could just as well have been excelsior. A baby bok choy and a rather nice doong goo mushroom completed the ensemble. Fruit and light snacks are available at any time following the meal service. Please help yourself or ask a flight attendant for today's selection. PRIOR TO ARRIVAL Cheddar and three-pepper frittata - tomato and white bean stew, bacon and sauteed spinach Congee - traditional Chinese-style porridge with minced chicken Cereal and banana - served with milk Fresh fruit appetizer, yogurt or savory congee garnish and breakfast breads. The flight attendant who took my order had said "congee, right?" so even had I wanted eggs (which I might have, for the white beans and bacon), it might have been difficult to overcome that (though friendly) stereotype. I was fine with the congee, which was as before pretty tasty, the chicken substituting for ground pork, the garnishes being little you tiao slices, scallions, and shreds of ginger. Okay I guess. We landed I guess you'd say early. Immigration took moments, and PreCheck security ten or twelve minutes, and I was soon on my way to the club to check up on what had happened in the last 15 hours. Nothing had, thank goodness. UA 309 SFO IAD 1053 1905 320 7A I trundled to the gate just a hair early and checked to find I was 4 on the waitlist. Eh, the bulkhead is okay, and this aircraft had a cutout to put my bag into. The flight was fine, with my proximate seatmate having bought the Economy Plus seat and grateful for the extra room and thus being pretty jolly. I used my 1K privilege and got a Courvoisier and was spontaneously offered a snack box (I declined); after a bit of small talk with my seatmate I fell asleep for the remainder of the flight, waking up a minute or maybe less before landing, which was actually early, so we were lucky again. Flightaware says that this flight averages half an hour late, with the previous day's having been diverted to Harrisburg. |
The bus to Wiehle was adequately fast, and the Silver
Line was nowhere as bad as I had been led to believe, so I got the second to last bus home so got to change out clothes and pick up some wine and in bed by midnight. 2V 84 WAS NYP 1110 1430 I no longer need to ride in business class, as I get to preboard as an elderly person, and business class offers offsetting advantages and disadvantages vis-a-vis the quiet car. So the quiet car it was, for a quite pleasant trip. On-time arrival, and the five-block walk to the hotel was quick, and I was pretty hungry, having sacrificed dinner for earlier arrival at the house. On the corner of 39th and 8th, I smelled good smells emanating from NYC Fried Chicken, so I ordered a couple thighs. These came in a few minutes, piping hot, fried very hard in a salty coating with a touch of garlic. The chicken had not been brined, so the saltiness was not objectionable. Of the two pieces, one was large and juicy and tender, and the other reasonably tasty but with none of those other characteristics. A tripadvisor review that gives you the idea: NYC Fried Chicken reminds me of Crown Fried Chicken (my absolute favorite), but 10x more ghetto. My friend Dave has some cautionary things to say about Crown. If it were even 2x more ghetto than that, I would not have survived to write this trip report. Another long block to the Hampton Inn Manhattan Times Square South, where a very friendly (in New York!) desk clerk issued me keys for a nice little room on the second to top floor, with a view, as I believe all the rooms have, of another high-rise building; whatever. One doesn't generally choose one's midtown hotel for the views. Dinner at Szechuan Gourmet, a Bib Gourmand place that competes with Lan Sheng across the street, which used to have a star but lost it and much of its credibility in a quick two-year dive starting not so long ago. It's a sizable menu, and half the things are things I want to eat; as I was alone, I just had the famous crispy lamb fillets with chili and cumin - very tasty but deep-fried and not all that spicy. I had to eat all the 20 or so chiles (you're supposed to leave them) to get the appropriate zing. I was burping cumin and garlic and picking out chile and cumin seeds from between my teeth for half a day after. Luckily there was no nether effect from the hot peppers. Service was okay bordering on brusque. Back to the hotel for a very good night's sleep and a not-so-good hotel breakfast, of which I had a banana and some orange juice and then decided to take fuller advantage and made me a waffle, which was actually okay. |
Kee's is, according to the New York Times, 12/3/06,
"Hands down, the best chocolates in New York. Maybe the world." The factory, such as it is, is in a single-wide storefront a few doors down from the hotel, so I decided to check it out. Kee was there bright and early, making her fresh daily truffles out of couverture and an assortment of unbelievably delicate and subtle fillings. She took some time off to chat; we had a discussion about how she chose the profession, what her favorite foods were, how long her products would keep (2 to 5 days). I'd heard about the famous creme brulee truffle, but they were making them later; she said that they'd hurry up if I liked, and they'd be ready by 11. I said I'd be back at 3, so she said she'd save me one to taste. Meanwhile, samples. Black Rose - rose-infused black tea with a dark ganache, extremely fugitive, the rose just a whisper, the way flowery flavors ought to be; lemon basil in white ganache, a bit more intense, with pronounced pesto-like flavors; and fennel, again mild and suave, the dark filling just tinged with a touch of fennel pollen, a garnish of extra pollen dusted on top giving most of the anisey flavor. I bought a few bars ($9 for 3 oz, pretty pricy, shelf life estimated at a month, but I like aged chocolate, and Kee doesn't) to give out later. Said goodbye and promised to be back. When I returned in the later afternoon I did get to taste the creme brulee truffle - it was a tour de force, sort of like those xiao long bao, but no cheating involved getting the jiggly custard into the candy. The con side was that there was no real brulee and so no brulee flavor. I also picked up small boxes for my friends who were going to put up with me for the next few days. Had a coffee (they) and a beer (myself) with my friends Jim and Silvia in from Rome. We couldn't find any other way to get together - we're always passing like ships in the night, and usually we have drinks or a snack in an airport as they're going one direction and I another; this time it was the train station on their way to Boston. I left them with a couple Kee's bars to share with Nicholas when they saw him later in the week. Lunch at Kung Fu Little Steamed Buns Ramen, said to have the best xiao long bao in the city. In addition to the mandatory soup dumplings, I had hot dog la mian, also known as sausage fried noodles, just to say I had had them. The little steamed buns were actually twice the size of normal ones, so a basket of them would by itself had made an adequate meal. They were good but not special, the size dictating that the skins had to be thicker than I'd like. The fillings were pretty decent but I thought underseasoned. Lot of soup, though. Hot dog ramen was without redeeming social value, a regrettable choice. Though the hot dog pieces (two dogs quartered lengthwise, the quarters cut across into thirds) were spiced with lop cheong spices, that was not enough to obscure the fact that they were hot dogs. I should have nixed the experimentation and gone with roast duck or squid or something harmless like that. This place also gets the bib gourmand rating; it probably deserves it. the invoice said Kung Fu Steamed Buns Ramen. Oh. Perhaps their hands got tired of making cute little steamed buns and so they went to the giants. Back to Kee, where I got some truffles for Janice and dhammer53, whom I was going to see next day, and Erik and Carol in Pelham. Washup (it was hot and humid) and then I had to decide whether to make the free Friday at MOMA or take a nap. Being an old guy now, I did the latter, waking up just in time to hustle the mile and change uptown to La Bonne Soupe for Soup Do. Catman looked happy and healthy, and attendance was good, the list officially being - Catman (le Host) Kathywrdf (Soup do legend,, keeping her purrfect attendance) Violist (Legendary Repeat Souper!) CMK10 (Repeat Souper & future Lawyer) & plus 1, a Cat Mom dinocool & plus two (Repeat Soupers) PhobyPhoto (third timer and Alley Cat) Sean Luse (repeat Souper and Alley Cat) The way of the Future (repeat Souper) Austin 787 (first timer) Krazy Kanuck (first timer from Houston) Serfty (representing the great nation of Australia) Jswong (representing the great nation of New Zealand) Suvayanr (first timer and Alley Cat) raquelle (First Timer) msywings (First Timer) Hudsonlaluna (First timer) Cinister7 (Another First timer) Having been in non-hamburger places for a long time, I ordered one (on the menu: "steak hache'") rare, no bun, no cheese, no sauce, no anything, just meat. It took the waitress some time to comprehend this order: she seemed a little apprehensive when she served it and was visibly relieved when I told her it was perfect, which it was. Excellent meat, good fries, sided with a kind of ordinary salad. Quien Bordeaux 12 was about as ordinaire as you can get. After I'd suckered three of the closest tablemates into finishing the bottle with me, I changed to Hofbrau beer, more satisfactory. No dessert and no afterparty for me; just hung around chatting with people for a bit and then walked downtown with jswong and Austin787. |
BRT
Time to get up early for the Brooklyn Reality Tour.
I'd had an offer to meet boxo and her dad at the Dominique Ansel bakery (home of the original cronut) but had needed that hour's extra sleep so didn't go. Poured myself out of bed, grabbed a banana from the breakfast room, and hopped the M42 to 3rd Avenue and hoofed the rest of the way to the rendezvous on 46th. Mr. Abraham had given us a big 40-seater bus this year, despite our being only half that number, so we spread out luxuriously, some of the time, coalescing to socialize or discuss our interests periodically. There were sufficient stops that it was easy to move around a fair amount. Once on board, each of us was issued half a blueberry elderflower with lime sugar cronut; this was plenty, given the number of Calories we were going to be confronted with through the day, but the halving of the pastries and the subsequent crumb shedding and the oozing of filling was slightly awkward. Cronuts, by the way, are perfectly fine things, but they are not the revolutionary innovation that the media and the maker have tried to lead us to believe - they're a very nice and kind of cute confection, is all. There have been layered pastries and toroid pastries in the past, just not a layered toroid pastry that has been documented. If I cut out a mille-feuille in the shape of a star or a teenage mutant ninja turtle, that would be equally creative, I think. Props to boxo, though, she and her dad did a great job standing in line to get the allotted half dozen each. We started this year with a bit of a tour of downtown, passing the Flatiron Building and the BBQ Block Party, which I sort of pined for (not enough to go the next day, though), the Bowery, Little Italy, and Chinatown. In years past we'd ended the tour down here, but as the focus has changed, no longer, and it was just as well we started here instead. We changed boroughs via the Brooklyn Bridge, about which not much was made but for the fact we were going right past Peter Luger's; should have stopped. Frequent flyerdom does march on its stomach, after all. All forgiven - we made an early and lengthy stop at Smorgasburg, where, surprisingly enough, I didn't eat a whole lot and had only two beers. One issue was that some of the places I was interested in weren't open. The porchetta guy wasn't ready yet, so I made a beeline for Duck Season to get an order of crunchies, but the demo duck breast looked so rare and good that I had to order one ($15 for a half breast! too much). When it came, of course, it was medium [frowny face]. Sadder still was I encountered Henry, boxo's dad, who had gotten the same thing, and it was too much meat for him, and we should have just split one and an order of crunchies. I also got Alchemy Creamery's vegan vanilla-flavored ice pop, made I think from almond mylk; it tasted like wet cardboard. Things I tasted from other people: kofta kebab I think from Rock the Kasbah, standard but salty; whose it was I don't recall, probably Henry; ramen burger from Ramen Burger, bought by Henry; it was what you'd expect, and not too exciting, crunchy noodle "bun" and medium-well overkneaded but strangely still juicy meat, normal fixings; and duck fat fries also from Duck Season, courtesy of serfty, pretty good but dead salty, better with the duck gravy dipper that came with. Smorgasbeer is an American-style pale ale, pretty hoppy but refreshing. I kind of liked it, but for seconds I had the Naked Flock hard cider, pretty dry, pretty standard but more quenching, which was necessary given the hot sun and the massive sodium hit. |
Next stop, which has become traditional, the view from
beneath the Verrazzano Narrows Bridge. A good refreshing breeze and a photo op, especially of outdoorsy types out on the water doing marginally hazardous things. The usual round of neighborhoods, the oldest house in the borough, the house where dhammer53 grew up, the old Presbyterian church (I think; can't keep those sects straight), and in-jokey places such as Teena's Cake Fair, where we used to annually panic the grumpy proprietress (she retired a couple years ago, and it's now closed), the famous right turn where the bus got stuck one year at an underpass, and the White Castle where lisa mcgu insisted that the tour stop so she could get a burger (and I don't think she was even pregnant yet), thus smelling up the whole bus for the remainder of the trip. Coney Island/Brighton Beach/Manhattan Beach - we always take a wander through these three very differently interesting neighborhoods, and at the Coney Island stop I always make a beeline for Nathan's, where normal people get a hot dog, but my heart beats for half a dozen oysters or cherrystones at approximately 10c a Calorie. This year I was tempted by the softshell crab sandwich, at about 2c a Calorie, but tradition overrode that urge, especially after I saw one go by, rather too thickly battered and somewhat greasy-looking. The cherrystones (called topnecks here) were fresh and briny and hit the spot. Then a wander through the other mentioned beaches to look at the bustling little Mockba or whatever of Brighton Beach and the architecture of the fancy Manhattan Beach houses. Butter & Scotch off in the up-and-coming neighborhood of Crown Heights is a combo bakery and bar; dhammer53 had picked it sight unseen based on Internet writeups. Turns out to be very different from what one imagined - it's actually a very ordinary bar with maybe 35 places, most of which we of course took up, to the shock and chagrin of the regular customers who trickled in expecting a nice quiet relaxing drink or two. There actually is a bakery, but it's next door, and one can order key lime pie or chocolate layer cake or whatever, and one of the bartenders trots over and picks up a slice for you. The other focus is on fancy cocktalis and, of all things, milkshakes. There not being enough pills in Christendom to neutralize a milkshake for me, I got one of the fancy cocktails, called Dear Diary, which featured flavors of Earl Grey, pear, elderflower, and orange. Sadly, it reminded me of Constant Comment only not as good: I detected mostly orange with a touch of tea; it was not a bad drink per se, but I didn't catch the subtleties, even though it was kind of weak. Should have had a beer. People reported that the milkshakes and the baked goods were to die for, and dhammer53 is considering making it a regular stop on the tour. Having learned my lesson, I'll have a Brooklyn Pale Ale next time. Not that there was any need for more food, but eventually we found ourselves at the L&B Spumoni Gardens, where we supped on Sicilian squares courtesy of gpapadop, thanks so much for your good-natured carbohydrate generosity. After one piece I felt the need for beer. There was a rumor of Coronas and Heinekens at $3 a can, so I took orders at my table and stood in line for a huge long time before being served. By the time I got the beers, the table had been refilled with other people (dhammer53's relatives, as it turned out), and there was no pizza left! Not a great big thing, but I was not about to get back in line for more pizza. Next and as I recall final food stop, Cuccio's bakery, where, having had only the one slice, I felt the need for more carbohydrates so had a Napoleon and what I believe was once vulgarly referred as a tete de negre, only this version was more a tetine, a vaguely boob-shaped mound of marshmallowy creme filling on a round of white cake, all coated with couverture. Final sightseeing stop was sunset at the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, a lovely thing to behold, after which we said our goodbyes and split up, some to do romantic things in town, some to the subway, and the dogged few back to 46th St. on the bus, home, and sweet dreams. |
You're a better man than I am, don't think I would survive that long a flight in UA coach.
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and the Wine Do dinner
I had lunch and a walk up at Wave Hill with my friend Dave (another violist) and his sweetie Joelle. This estate was a summer home for the likes of Mark Twain, Arturo Toscanini, and the Theo Roosevelt clan and, as one can guess, is ideally situated overlooking the Hudson. It's now an arboretum open to the public, but given its location within the Bronx is relatively unknown and uncrowded. The cafe offered weird things, salads and such, chicken pot pie, and what was represented as chicken and quinoa but turned out to be rigatoni in tomato sauce with ground mystery meat, not too good and $12 for a modest serving. Captain Lawrence saved the day with his Freshchester pale ale, a truly local product, brewed 14 miles up the road: a smooth, malty, slightly sweet, moderately hoppy APA. Dave and Joelle dropped me off at the D train, which got me to West 4th in an hour, so I was at North Square in the Washington Square Hotel in plenty of time for the beginning of the 9th annual Wine Do. roster: hammer53 Anna Cordelli + 1 Austin787 Xyzzy + 1 wrp96 HPN-HRL2010 violist krazykanuck Calcifer + 1 serfty EastBay1K thewayofthefuture +1 Pinky Monitor + 1 Bob W KathyWdrf GrjApp 2010 jswong 2012 Itsaboutthejourney The menu: [Relish tray of pickled onions and garlic, cornichons, and various olives. Not sure what place all this acid has in a wine dinner, but whatever; they were all crisp and of good flavor. There was bread, of which I didn't take any notice. Not on the printed menu] APPETIZERS Lobster & crab cakes, seaweed & vegetable salsa, Thai curry coconut sauce Goat cheese ravioli, zucchini, sundried tomatoes, manchego, pine nuts, herb gremolata Crab & corn salad, blackened corn, crab meat, fennel, tomatoes, romaine, basil, mint, parsley, lemon yogurt dressing Tuna tartare, ginger cured vegetables, avocado lemon/lime vinaigrette dhammer53 made a pitch for the salad, which I was going to get anyway. Aside from their trying to pawn off the lobster and crab cakes (which I've had before and was not all that enthusiastic about, as the sauce can't be paired with any wine alive, plus crab cakes in New York are, pardon, a contradiction) on me. So I was served dead last, who eat slowly. The stuff was pretty good, the crab being mild and showing better this way than in a breaded cake. I am still doubtful about the leaves chopped (the romaine) and chiffonaded (the herbs) into the mix, but the corn sweetened the crab nicely. By the time I was served, though, the pouring of the reds had already started, so I was up a creek anyway in the pairing department. ENTREES Herb crusted rack of lamb, Brussels sprouts with bacon, potato & leek galette, rosemary au jus Spice rubbed duck breast, fresh egg noodles, pea greens, carrots, tomatoes, basil, chipotle peanut sauce, kumquat relish Herb roasted free range chicken breast, wild mushrooms, cauliflower mash, thyme au jus Filet mignon au poivre, grilled Vidalia onion, steak cut fries, spicy mustard, Bourbon au jus I was torn, as the most wine-friendly dish was the one I would enjoy least. I mean, who puts chipotle peanut sauce or spicy mustard on a wine dinner. So I went with the lamb, despite the rosemary "au jus" and was quite pleased - I asked for it jiggly rare, and it came barely seared on the outside and nice and jiggly in the middle. The sprouts were al dente, as was the (way too trimmed) bacon; the potato thing was also kind of rare, not a problem, because I didn't eat much of it, and the jus was negligible. DESSERTS Key lime pie, creme Chantilly, raspberry Chambord coulis Chocolate mousse cake, bitter chocolate ice cream, chocolate & caramel sauces, chopped Heath bar Blueberry pie, cream cheese crust, vanilla ice cream, creme Anglaise, blueberry Port sauce Chocolate all the way. Quite good, but too sweet even though they forgot the Heath bar garnish. I should perhaps have asked for just ice cream, which was bitter and more bitter and very nice. == At least I took cursory notes this year. SPARKLING WINES White 2011 Lanson Champagne Brut Black Label (Champagne) Clean and pleasant, biscuity yeasty but with some fruit left. As this (not this vintage, duh) used to be one of my standbys two decades or more ago, I was at home with it and happy that there was still an ounce left when my tardy crab salad came, because it was a good match. 2007 Perrier-Jouët Champagne Belle Epoque (Champagne) Subtle, minerally, lemon giving way to a touch of sweet. Piquant, almost bitter on the finish, which I attribute to the age of the wine. To tell the truth, I am a bit uncomfortable with Champagnes in this price range. I guess my experience is limited; but also I get distracted by bubbles. 2010 Roses de Jeanne / Cédric Bouchard Champagne Blanc de Noirs Les Ursules (Champagne) Strawberries, also a touch of sweetness; I'm not sure why rose Champagne is fashionable - it doesn't really do it for me. I know some of us treated this as though it were liquid gold; to me, it was not more than a decent, well-balanced quaff. STILL WINES White Alsace, Riesling 2013 Albert Boxler Riesling Reserve (Alsace) A lot of honey on the nose. Citrus, honeysuckle; it opens with a sweetish impression, with the flowers, then the citrus comes and dries it out, and there is a long tart finish, complicated by a touch, just a little, of the hydrocarbon that you expect in wines of this sort. Oregon, Chardonnay 2012 Evening Land Vineyards Chardonnay Summum Seven Springs Vineyard (Oregon, Willamette Valley, Eola - Amity Hills) An odd, woody nose followed by sour cream and lemon, On the palate a mix of oak and lemon rind with some tropical fruit peeking through. A pineapply, almost pina colada finish. Suave, eminently drinkable. === Red California, Cabernet Sauvignon 2000 Anderson's Conn Valley Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon Estate Reserve (California, Napa Valley) - 1.5L A classic and middle of the road new world Cab, though an extraordinarily well put together one. A lot of Bordeauxy charateristics but not like a Bordeaux, with black fruits and tobacco and leather, but slightly greeny in an American way. Very pleasant in a nonchallenging way. 1969 Inglenook Cabernet Sauvignon Cask G-21 (California, Napa Valley) Heavy smoke, raisiny nose, devolving toward stewed prunes and some kind of unidentified wood. Hadn't gotten to the stage of woodland forest, rotten wood, mushrooms that some old wines do - I remember a Petrus of about this vintage that had totally collapsed into that state, sadly enough. Bunches of tannin and bunches of Cabernet helped with the longevity, but not enough. 2009 Maybach Family Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon Materium (California, Napa Valley, Oakville) Pleasantly spicy, rich, dash of sweetness; very fruity in a noncabernetty way. Just entering its peak. 2009 Myriad Cellars Cabernet Sauvignon Three Twins Vineyard (California, Napa Valley) Blackberry and oak, perfect balance. I loved this one. Oregon, Red Bordeaux Blend 2013 Seven of Hearts Chateau Figareaux Tradition (Oregon, Columbia Valley) [I didn't get any of this] Washington, Cabernet Sauvignon 2010 Leonetti Cellar Cabernet Sauvignon Walla Walla Valley (Washington, Columbia Valley, Walla Walla Valley) Good acid, green pepper, pleasant, rather understated; substantial tannin, good backbone; liked. 2012 Woodward Canyon Cabernet Sauvignon Artist Series (Washington) An odd green peanutlike aroma; sorry to say I didn't care for this and wouldn't pay extra for it over any other Woodward Canyon product (I used to like them years ago, now, not so much). Washington, Red Blend 2006 J. Bookwalter Protagonist (Washington, Columbia Valley) This was by contrast complex and savory, the perfect age, lots of dark fruits and tobacco; seemed to be Merlot heavy, not that that's a bad thing. 2009 Columbia Winery Peninsula Red Willow Vineyard (Washington, Columbia Valley, Yakima Valley) Herbaceousness - that's the only note I made. I used to like the Cabs and maybe a Syrah from this neighborhood. This was a little muddled and not my thing. Washington, Red Bordeaux Blend 2007 Col Solare (Washington, Columbia Valley) Washington, Red Rhone Blend Much coffee, touch of acid, beautiful, but rather astringent despite its age. Cried out for fatty poultry or maybe a mess of not too smoky burnt ends. 2013 Seven of Hearts GSM + C Blend (USA, Washington, Columbia Valley) Cheerwine, great if you like Grenache, a little light for this Bordeaux-style company, lively acid, nice to drink. There was a Fidelitas that I can't find notes for except this scrawl: "green pepper spice stems" - unfortunately no image comes to mind. I figure it must have been the Cab from Horse Heaven. FORTIFIED WINES Portugal,Douro 2005 Niepoort Porto Colheita (Douro, Porto) Afterward a bunch of us repaired to bdnyc's apartment in Hell's Kitchen for a glass of the perfectly fine Jordan Cabernet. He had been unable to join us for dinner - working as a network TV producer as he does, he had the sad task of coordinating coverage of one of the saddest events of the year. I overnighted at dhammer53 and Janice's lovely home and then took Dan to breakfast at his favorite haunt, a downtown diner called I think the Star. He knows workers and customers alike and is in turn known by them. I had to choke down vast quantities of carbs to be part of this scene; followed by some still somewhat yummy Kee's chocolates at home. |
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My friends Erik and Carol are right down the Hutch in Pelham, and it was good to arrange things so I could visit them; they have been great friends to the family, and I'm fond of them and their now I believe graduated from college kid. I spent a couple relaxed days with them and their cats (not quite so numerous as in the past) before heading back southward. The notable event of this visit was that Carol decided we needed to do something to move body and mind, so we went off to watch The Man Who Knew Infinity, perhaps the only movie I've paid to see since Die Hard 2 in Austin a few years ago. This film tells the rather poignant story of the mathematician Ramanujan and his rise from an obcure bookkeeper in India to a world- renowned scholar and colleague of the likes of G. H. Hardy and Bertrand Russell. I actually sort of enjoyed this. -- Carol convinced me that instead of slogging on the bus to the subway to the other subway to the train station, I should spend the extra $30 or so and catch the Amtrak at New Rochelle. Only problem - my train didn't stop at New Rochelle, so I had to get the earlier one. Because changing my discount economy ticket would have cost a ton, I just bought a separate leg and alit at New York, and waited for my original one 45 minutes later. This worked. 2V 173 NRO NYP 1430 1520 They didn't check tickets, which means I didn't get my points. Not such a big deal, because I discover to my chagrin that there isn't a minimum points accrual any more. We got to Penn Station on time, and I stood by for half an hour watching the huge crowds milling around figuring out which Amtrak train they were supposed to be on. 2V 127 NYP WAS 1605 1930 This train was so full that someone sat with me (usually I am a forbidding enough presence that people don't if there are a number of empty seats in the car). I slept through the trip. |
Originally Posted by Super80Fan
(Post 27746793)
You're a better man than I am, don't think I would survive that long a flight in UA coach.
Last week I had a semi-longhaul Y experience on NH Dreamliner, and it was better than acceptable. On the 787, Y on AA or UA is not, shall we say, a rose garden. |
Barbecue coda
AA1664 BOS PHL 1100 1233 321 4F This aircraft has the tightest first-class section around, and I was almost sorry to get upgraded out of my favorite seat 23A; it is after all an hour flight, during which one can easily go without free booze and snacks. That said, flying is always fun, especially when I almost always get good seats these days. We took off a quarter hour late but landed on time. Pleasant flight. I hightailed it directly to the club, where Evan Williams was on sale at a great price (free), and Pete the bartender, now the supervisor, poured me a double and on the second round had to be dissuaded from doing that again. You now can walk to the commuter terminal inside security, but they've kept the buses going. I took the bus and arrived right at boarding time. AA4083 PHL BWI 1515 1558 CRJ 8A Only to find half an hour delay, and the flight did not make up any time, so we ended up about half an hour behind - and this being the day when I was meeting my friends Dale and Gail and thus, unlike usual, on a kind of schedule. I hustled out of there as quick as I could, and it turns out they were also delayed by bizarre traffic, so we coordinated okay if tardily. Dinner was at the Urban BBQ, at which experiences have been mixed. My usual order of fatty brisket came for some reason extra lean, but that was easily fixed. The food was decent, not more. D&G were of the opinion that the entire experience was not up to par, to which I attributed the cause as the B team being on. This was a quick visit; we chatted a bit, then I went to take a nap, then back to the airport. UA 332 BWI IAH 0530 0745 73G 2F They served breakfast on this flight; the flight attendant described it as a spicy omelet, which, surprisingly, it was. Two eggs folded over cheese and quite a hit of hot pepper and some Tex-Mex spices. It was worth the pills. Croissants (horrid); the other choice was the famous cinnamon bun, which has changed a lot since its heyday - it's shrunk, less sweet, less buttery, perhaps dietitian sanitized. With the long layover, there's not much to do but have more breakfast. I had a banana and fell asleep instead. UA 859 IAH DFW 1015 1131 73G 2F This flight is what, 200 miles, and I had barely enough time to choke down a Courvoisier and we were landed. lili was there to greet me, and we had a freshener up at the Admiral's Club - a glass each of some nasty red blend, a slightly less nasty Malbec, and a respectable Merlot for which they were charging $12 or 14. As last time we had been seriously burned by the toll roads (being charged automatically even when we paid manually and also, we suspect, being charged even when we were on the free access road), we decided to do public trans all the way, which turned out to be just fine. To get to Fort Worth, you have to go on two separate buses, changing within the airport, to the TRE train, which takes you right in town, actually a quick though confusing process. Our hotel was up north in the Stockyard district, another 20-minute bus ride. What the heck, beats subsidizing Texas. We checked in to the Stockyards Hotel, a 19th-century-style place whose authenticity I doubt (fake bullet holes in the shutters, that sort of thing), pleasant enough. lili was asked if she wanted a courtyard room or overlooking the street, and surprisingly she chose the latter, saying that she wanted to see what the nightlife was like but without actually risking anything. In the later afternoon, a commotion, why, because it was time for the cattle drive! So we went off into the 95-degree heat to see some bored-looking cowboys (probably Equity members) halfheartedly coaxing some bored-looking cattle (look at the long horns, daddy), and off they went, and off we went. We toured the Stockyards district, which reminded me of Disneyworld Frontierland, then back to the hotel. |
The world-renowned H3 steakhouse is located next to the
hotel lobby. There's a sign outslde advertising spit-roasted pig. What could be bad? It was like 5, and we were pretty much the first for dinner. The help were friendly and sightly. I got an Oktoberfest from I think Rahr, and lili, being faced with the usual wine list of red or white, chose Woodford on the rocks instead, a good decision. Bread was decent if industrial, salad likewise, the dressing tangy and rather like Ken's Steakhouse Italian. lili got the ribeye rare, and it was large, red, and tasty. Having been seduced by the spit-roasted pig, I was left high and dry, especially the dry part. The meat had certainly not been cut that day, and I doubt its pig had been spit anythinged. Vegetables were rice, pebbly and salty and nasty, and corn, less nasty. Luckily they noticed my lack of enthusiasm at the meal and took it off the bill. Luckily also there was enough ribeye for two. More alcohol helped a fair amount. So a mixed experience. Our next meal was next door to next door, at the famed Cattlemen's, feted in print and on TV as the rip-roarinest steakhouse ever. Rahr Ugly Pug calls itself a Schwarzbier, and I guess it is maybe kind of black, but it comes across pretty delicate and friendly for that. I didn't mind it. Same wine list, but this time lili went with the red ink from Texas. A salad was almost identical to yesterday's. I opined that as the kitchens backed up on each other, maybe the coolers did too, or they shared suppliers, or something. lili ordered the burger rare with fries; everything went swimmingly with her order, and the burger was big enough for two. I asked for my strip steak extra rare, "as rare as they will make it". It came shriveled and burnt, and the waiter said he had thought I said extra well. Idiot. The replacement was raw, just colored on both sides. It was fine, but the problem is that the fat and gristle on the edge are close to inedible at this level of non-doneness. It's almost worth it to order a medium steak to optimize the flavor of that fat and gristle. The replacement was good. I'd substituted spinach for a potato, and the guy said that would be a buck upcharge, and I said fine: it turned out to be $2 extra. So a mixed experience. |
We humped our bags to the bus stop and went back downtown for
the TRE train, which we took to Victory Station, whence it was - or should have been - an easy stroll to the Meridien Stoneleigh; turns out there's been a bit of a renaissance in the area, and what apparently used to be a park that I was counting on to cut across had been replaced by high-rise construction, around which it was a hot tiresome walk. Eventually we got there and checked in. They gave us a so-called junior suite - a big room bisected by the TV table into living room with couch and bedroom units. It was okay, but the apparently decades-old yellow stains in the bathroom floor and the slippery shower stall gave shall we say an unwanted atmosphere to the place. We noted that there was a discount for happy hour at the bar so went there ... inquired about the appetizer prices and was informed that the special did not apply on weekends (the literature in the room said daily). Oh, well, one drink - a beer of some local sort, not very interesting and in a tall but deceptively shaped glass, so I figure 10 oz, for me, and a glass of Malbec for her, which was charged up as a Chianti at a buck or two more. When confronted, the bartender made some excuse about Malbec and Chianti being next to each other on the computer. Of course he'd never push Malbec when someone ordered the more expensive Chianti, would he. We had been thinking about dining on site (the restaurant gets good notices), but this experience took away that urge. lili had been to Sonny Bryan's twenty years ago and was curious as to how it compared these days, so we went to West End station on the 29 bus (the hotel turns out to have been convenient to it), and it was a quick stroll from there. It's a decidedly unfunky almost genteel spot in an old office building and with a clean unsmoky smell about it - not that promising, truth be told, but it was way too late to go anyplace else, and, you know, what the heck. They seated us in the back - I'd have thought perhaps to keep an eye out lest we run out on the bill, but it was right near the back door, so I don't know what that was all about. Maybe they thought we needed a quiet romantic place to chow down in. The wine list is basic - Chardonnay or Merlot, and they were out of Merlot. lili joined me in a Shiner Bock, far more satisfactory, and a pound of fatty brisket, which was surprisingly excellent meat, though not very smoky - there were signs of a smoke ring that was mostly cut off, worse luck. At least they didn't cut off all the fat. What is it with some so-called barbecue places that trim their brisket to get rid of the bark and the fat and the smoke ring and present you proudly with what is essentially dry pot roast? Sonny's at least had the decency to leave some of the goodness, but why trim at all? His sauce is coriander-heavy and moderately sweet, improved quite a bit with a squirt or three of Cholula. Back to the hotel, where we were kept awake all hours by parties going on down there nine stories; one got really loud around 1 and went on with breaks until 3 plus, then afterward, blessed sleep. That godsend 29 bus took us downtown, where we hopped the light rail one or two stops to the Sheraton Dallas. |
Originally Posted by violist
(Post 27888353)
His sauce is coriander-heavy and moderately sweet, improved
quite a bit with a squirt or three of Cholula. Yummmmmmm! :) Great trip report BTW. |
What a fantastic trip report. You're like an alternative universe Seat 2A.
Thank you! |
Originally Posted by Cholula
(Post 27892347)
Yummmmmmm! :)
saved my bacon on a few occasions.
Originally Posted by jmail1
(Post 27893754)
What a fantastic trip report. You're like an alternative universe Seat 2A.
Thank you! |
Originally Posted by violist
(Post 27888353)
Sonny's at least had the decency to leave some of the goodness,
but why trim at all? His sauce is coriander-heavy and moderately sweet, improved quite a bit with a squirt or three of Cholula. Sonny's doesn't even make the top 50 BBQ joints in Dallas anymore. It was a sad state around here until Pecan Lodge showed up, now there are dozens of well above average places in town. Heim is the Pecan Lodge equivalent in Fort Worth. |
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