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Perennial Favorite Thing: Jacques Torres

5.27.2004
When a guy owns the domain name "MrChocolate.com," he'd better know his chocolate. It's quite a proclamation. He'd better bleed chocolate. When it comes to Jacques Torres, I wouldn't be surprised.

Torres is the jovial sprite often seen on the Food Network forming outrageous containers full of (and constructed with) chocolate. He's a celeb instructor at New York's French Culinary Institute, and he runs a little chocolate factory/chocolate shop/hot chocolate cafe in DUMBO, Brooklyn, with chocolateers he refers to as Oompa-Loompas.

Now, I can't speak to the quality of life as an Oompa-Loompa, and he may, in fact, have some kind of hidden wicked streak, but I adore him for three reasons:

1. Every time I've been to his shop, he's been there -- making chocolate, pouring hot chocolate for customers, and overseeing chocolate production. No posturing, no grandstanding, just down and dirty in the business of making damn fine chocolate. When does he have time to do TV shows and instruction? Who knows? Maybe that factory is reproducing more than just chocolate, if you know what I mean...

2. He's obviously passionate about what he does. The quality of his products, his choice of ingredients, and the way he cares for the process show his deep love of the art. Wouldn't the world be a better place if everyone had the time and ability to excel at something they loved?

3. Those dark-chocolate covered candied ginger chips. I'll openly fess up to my addiction. But I only eat them socially. Never before noon. Never alone. I don't hide them. Well, maybe I do hide them...

Check out the genuine item: MrChocolate.com

 

5/30/2004 posted by Jéan

I happened upon your site and was delighted to find another lover of chocolate and food in general. So I thought I'd introduce myself - I'm Zvi. I do believe I will be visiting here often. So - nice to meet you.    



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Red-Hot Lover

5.24.2004
Through pure happenstance (or was it fate?), I bumped into an old love today. Having missed my train stop, I ended up walking past my favorite Korean grocer (Hana Food, 534 Metropolitan Ave in Brooklyn), and there in the deli case, was my forgotten obsession, flushed with a healthy crimson glow. I clamored stupidly forward and we were reunited in a scene worthy of epic poetry.

Oh baby! How could I have lost touch after all the good times we’ve shared? What was it that tore us apart? I can’t even remember, and now, I guess it doesn’t matter. Kimchi and I will never let our love fade away again.

It’ll never be exclusive, of course. Kimchi is, after all, a staple food of Korea, so I share my ardor with millions. I won’t be greedy, as long as I get equal time. So while I revel in the passion of reunion, check out these cool Kimchi pages, with more information than you’ll ever need about my sweetie, “the most relished food in Korea.”
 

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Barbeque On the Brain

5.21.2004
Let’s talk about Barbeque for a minute here. (And yes, I will use the capital “B” because I consider Barbeque a unification of science, art and anthropology, making it important enough for proper-noun status in my book.)

So I’ve got Barbeque on the brain for a few reasons (don’t worry—they say it’s not fatal).
1. The Brooklyn Brewery is hosting their Pigfest this weekend.
2. Blue Smoke is hosting their second-annual Barbeque Block Party darn soon.
3. I just read a mouth-watering Jeffrey Steingarten piece on the Memphis in May Competition (“The Superbowl of Swine”).

Working the Blue Smoke event last year, I heard thousands of New Yorkers rant a thousand variations on the same muffled whine as they shoveled heaping mounds of hot, sweet pulled pork into their mouths, their pockets, their Tupperware take-home containers. Their point? New York doesn’t do Barbeque right.

I ate a fair amount of Pitmaster Chris Lilly’s delectable pulled pork at Big Bob Gibson’s tent during those two sticky, sloppy, sauce-covered days, and I began to wonder if there wasn’t something to the noise of the hungry masses. What makes Southern Barbeque so special? Why are Northerners seemingly unable to reproduce Barbeque of the same quality as their lower-latitude neighbors? Is it technique? Equipment? Attitude? Fuzzy memory on the part of transplanted Southerners?

I think the topic begs further investigation and a summer research project. I’ll report back later.
 

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An Ode to Union Picnic

5.18.2004
O Union Picnic, how I adore thee!

When the world is cruel and people are mean, when the days swelter or sting, when the payroll department screws up your paycheck for the third time and the ATM rips you off and some jerk splices into your cable on the roof, dear dear Union Picnic swings open a breezy screen door to welcome the tired, the weary, the hungry and the spent.

Taste the love in that coleslaw!
 

5/03/2005 posted by Anonymous

I found your blog when I was searching for info on Union Picnic, trying to decide whether or not I, as a person who grew up in Louisiana eating granny's home-cooking, should order from them. I gave it a try and can only think that you must have luckily eaten there on good days and I on a bad one, or that we have widely divergent opinions on what is good food. I started to post my opinion on freewilliamsburg.com but was told that it was too harsh. I need to get this complaint off my chest though, especially since, due to hunger pains, I woke up way too early this morning. The low-down, the rundown:

okra appetizer - tasted like it was fried in grease that something had been burned in/the dip had no flavor to speak of

chicken box dinner - this is what was burned in the grease/the chicken itself tasted bad; out of a three-piece dinner, my boyfriend and I only managed to finish one piece, with the aid of lots of tabasco

mashed potatoes and gravy - only good thing

cornbread - way too sweet unless it was meant as dessert

collard greens - too healthy seeming to be identified as southern cooking and a paltry amount

sage stuffing - soggy bread/gross

An altogether disappointing experience. I saved the leftover chicken thinking I could make it better by putting it in a chicken salad or something but I don't want to risk ruining good mayonnaise...    



5/03/2005 posted by Anonymous

Oh, I forgot, I agree that the coleslaw was pretty good. However, I have never seen such a small takeout container. I've gotten salad dressing delivered in containers larger than that...    



5/03/2005 posted by MissGinsu

To be sure, consistency is not their strong suit.

I ordered last night, and it took close to an hour and a half to arrive... but the meatloaf was spicy, the potatoes were creamy and the beans were garlicky and tender-crisp. The mixed berry cobbler was a tangy-sweet dream, but all dishes were nearly stone cold.

*sigh*

For best results, keep this in mind... delivery success is a roll of the dice, but the food at Union Picnic (now Union Star) is *always* better when eaten in-house.    



5/12/2005 posted by Anonymous

"... it took close to an hour and a half to arrive... but the meatloaf was spicy, the potatoes were creamy and the beans were garlicky and tender-crisp. The mixed berry cobbler was a tangy-sweet dream, but all dishes were nearly stone cold."

THIS KILLS ME. i'm so sorry! we're so busy we can't keep up, though we do our best. we're not sort-of-busy; we're INSANELY busy (and we've been in this biz all of our lives, we know from busy.) we've added an extra delivery guy on sunday, and an extra guy in the kitchen from 6-10. i come in to help with the counter shift, and eddie comes in to help on the line, total four extra people supplementing a staff of FOUR (that's doubling the staff) and we still can't keep up. we tell customers that it will be an hour for delivery, and maybe more, and 90% say "okay" and i'm like "oh NO!" the room just got seated again, and we've got 16 delivery tickets up ahead of that, and 8 delivery orders on the counter ready to go out. that's when we tell delivery and phone-in takeout customers that we're not taking orders for another hour. we hate to do that, but we have to. my husband is like, c'mon, c'mon, we can do it (and he can) but i'm like honey, the kitchen is putting the food out faster than the delivery people can take it, the phone is ringing faster than the ordering people can answer the phone, take the order, run it, and pack it up, and we have to slow down.

it's no longer just weekend nights; lately, tuesday, the bugaboo of the restaurant industry, has added itself to the killer roster. we are still located in the middle of nowhere and even our lunches are pushing us hard. every night of the week is slammed.

as for the comment by anonymous: sorry. it's not impossible that we had a bad night, though it kills me to think that anyone would have such a bad experience. many of our customers are new yorkers from the texas, the carolinas, louisiana, and these are repeat customers who love the food. our reviews have been greatly encouraging, and we're garnering a lot of attention and praise. i wish anonymous might respond to me and tell me when she/he had the experience that proved so unpleasurable. the last thing in this world we want to do is make anybody unhappy.

in any case, we'll keep fighting the good fight. as for "wildly divergent opinions on what is good food" i can say that union serves very good food. at this point we strive for consistency as the restaurant becomes more and more what we want it to be.

we are very serious about the food, the service, the restaurant as a whole. let me add a caveat: this business of running a restaurant is not simple, nor is it easy in any way. we're giving the whole of our experience, energy, and ability to it. it keeps getting better.

i think i'm going to start sending comment cards with the deliveries. i can see you when you eat in the restaurant, but when you're at home i don't know what you're thinking. please, try to remember that when we're taking your order we're doing our absolute best to give you the best. we're sincere, we're experienced, we're talented, we work hard, but nobody's perfect. most importantly, we don't want to hear that you had a bad experience.    



5/12/2005 posted by Anonymous

oh, and i'd like to ask of anonymous - when did you have all the food that tasted of burnt grease? we spend a great deal of money on high quality cooking oil (we don't use junk), and on the amount of labor it takes to keep it clean and fresh. we use unhydrogenated oil and take pains to keep our fryers clean. we strain the oil twice daily and change it every night; that is, we cook in clean oil that is never heated beyond its capacity, and we clean it far more often than is the restaurant norm. i dare say that you will not often find fried food that is cooked in oil that is maintained to this level of integrity.

that's why i want to know when you had the food. i can't imagine how this might have happened, unless the cook overcooked it, or unless the food was put into the oil cold. it just doesn't happen. thanks, i'd very much appreciate your response.    



5/13/2005 posted by ShenzouStarlet

To weigh in on this discussion, I have probably ordered food from Union Picnic more times than everyone else in Greenpoint combined, seriously. There have been disappointments, mixed up orders and long wait times, but these things do happen on ocassion. It sounds as if the unhappy anonymous just had supremely bad luck and the universe came together and pooped out an awful order at the doorstep. This sounds silly for sure, but I really think it is true.

Nothing is perfect. I am from Texas, grew up eating this food too and feel that over all Union Picnic does a great job. You should give them a second chance. If you are not willing, it really is your loss.

As for the specific complaints, I have never experienced any problem to the degree you have described. I have probably ordered from Union Picnic more times than everyone else in Greenpoint combined since it opened, seriously. There have been disappointments, mixed up orders and long wait times, but these things do happen occasionally. No place is perfect. It sounds as if the unhappy anonymous just had supremely bad luck and the universe came together and pooped out an awful order at his or her doorstep. This sounds silly for sure, but I believe it to be true.

As for the specific complaints, I have never experienced any problem to the degree you have described. The description does not even sound like the restaurant I know. Yes, the container for the sides that come along with the roasted chicken are small, but if you order a side of 'veggie x’ or the veggie combo plate you get normal to very large portions in a standard aluminum container with a clear plastic lid.

I am from Texas, and grew up eating this food as well. Over all, Union Picnic does a great job offering yummy southern food. And, the proprietress Susie Bean (as my friends and I refer to her) exhibits about the most southern hospitality one will ever find up here in yankee-land. You should give Union Picnic a second chance. If you are not willing, it really is your loss.    



5/13/2005 posted by shenzoustarlet

...oops...sorry about the sloppy post above, but the point comes across loud and clear.    



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Perennial Favorite Thing: neighborhood Boy

5.17.2004
Scenerio: GIRL walks into TEN63, a local joint in LIC, Queens, and sees a small flyer box labeled “neighborhood Boy,” beside another box labeled “how come?” GIRL, of course, is intrigued but determined to purchase cool beverage. While GIRL stands in line for said beverage, she sees SMALL BOY enter shop, drop “neighborhood Boy” newspapers into appropriate box, open “how come?” box, and leave.

Thus, we discover “neighborhood Boy” – quite possibly the coolest zine ever put out by ten-year-olds. Each delightful edition contains roughly eight pages of insightful, cleverly-written first-person interviews, editorials and lifestyle commentary, in addition to photography and a smattering of ad material.

Gems from recent issues include the usage analysis & design review of Sephora shops by Willa Decker Lee, the sibling-rivalry-infused Baseball Hall of Fame piece by Gabriel Decker-Lee (“The Baseball Hall of Fame is a very cool place to visit, but I don’t suggest it to some people I know who went and complained all the time and asked too many questions”) and the spot-on “Hellboy” movie review by Jake Saunders.

And the afore-mentioned “how come?” box? It’s arguably “neighborhood Boy’s” finest feature. How come girls and boys are different? How come some girls wear makeup? Those who have fuzzy memories about what the world looks like through younger eyes get an instant refresher. Just ask “how come ___?” and slip it in the labeled box. Answers magically materialize in survey form in a future issue.

Brilliant. Why can’t I be ten again?

Pick up “neighborhood Boy” at TEN63 in Long Island City, Queens. (Jackson Ave between 49th and 50th Aves.)
 

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NFT (New Favorite Thing) 05/13

5.16.2004
I'm now officially in love with Fage Total Greek Yogurt with Honey.



It's sooo rich, sooo creamy and sooo not the way Americans usually eat yogurt.

The Fage yogurt line is made in Greece, where the rejection of fat (and flavor) is not, apparently, the national pastime we make of it. These little beauties come straight up or in cleverly designed honey+yogurt dual packaging so that you can carefully customize each bite with just the right amount of sweetener (freedom of choice!) or, if you prefer, just gleefully dump the whole honey compartment into the yogurt sector. Brilliant.

Though the yogurt is a creamy delight on its own, the honey condiment is an unusual (at least in my cultural upbringing) and ultimately blissful complement.

And yes, each pack full of tasty, delicious fat. I encourage you to get over it. Hang up your hangups, eat yummy things and run around in the sunshine if you feel the need to assuage any post-indulgency guilt.
 

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