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Haldi Root (***CLOSED***)

Woodland Hills, California

A tender lamb curry and fiery shrimp masalaA tender lamb curry and fiery shrimp masala

Someone walking into Haldi Root unaware that the name of the restaurant is derived from the Hindi word for the root of the turmeric plant (which when ground produces a spice commonly used in South India) may not know they’ve entered an Indian restaurant. The decor certainly doesn’t give it away – there are no cultural sculptures or paintings on the walls; the room is decorated in a simple elegance with fabric dangling from the ceiling. You could make an educated guess that you were in an Italian restaurant based on artificial grapevine-covered brickwork at the far end of the dining room, and you would be partially correct. Executive Chef Sanjay Kumar studied cooking in Austria, where he learned European cuisine as well as Indian. He has worked in restaurants in Europe for over 18 years, which is reflected by Haldi Root’s Italian menu. Although Italian items were available, I had been invited to sample from the Indian menu and I didn’t want to be distracted.

Owners of Haldi Root with Executive Chef Sanjay KumarOwners of Haldi Root with Executive Chef Sanjay Kumar

Initially a tiny aloo tikki was brought out that had the consistency of a fritter or crab cake; it was packed with the flavor of potato with a hint of spice, but I wondered if it really needed the black and green olives skewered on a toothpick and flying full mast above the fried cake. The appetizer was brought out with a tiny bowl of tamarind sauce, as well as a cup of mint chutney sauce (which found their way accenting some of the other dishes). A mound of chili chicken was brought out – it looked a bit like kung pao shrimp, and although chili is a main component it wasn’t very fiery. The diced pieces of what seemed like celery were cut into sizes similar to the chicken, and although some of the diners said the chicken was crunchy it seemed to come from the vegetable. This is one case where the chicken didn’t “taste like chicken” – it seemed to be there for the texture, but the savory tomato-like flavor was enjoyable. I loved the presentation of the lamb chops, which were trimmed down to lamb pops – they were arranged on a platter like alien remains or an enchanted forest; however, they seemed a bit dry.

An alien-looking rack of lamb chopsAn alien-looking rack of lamb chops

The chef more than made up for the chops with a lamb curry dish – it was stout, yet subtle and breathy and the lamb melted in my mouth. Considerate of my fellow diners, I ensured there was enough to go around before ladling more on my plate. The shrimp masala blew me away – it was cooked in a spicy red curry and tasted almost like a milder Camarónes Del Diablo and by far my favorite dish of the evening. A vegetable korma featured chunks of carrots and apparent bits of lima beans, but overall had a flavor and consistency of a pureed summer squash. The yellow daal appeared to be vegetarian (if there were any meat remnants in it they were to fine to be identified; lentil lovers would appreciate this hearty dish).

Dessert - cheese ras malai with a mango/chocolate sauceDessert - cheese ras malai with a mango/chocolate sauce

Dessert was simple – ras malai, a simple glop of paneer with cream, sugared whipped cream with a mint sprig and a mango/chocolate sauce in the middle of the plate made into the shape of a spider web. The chai tea with milk that accompanied it had a slight cinnamon/cardamom flavor, but could have used a bit more spice; regardless, it was a nice finish with the dessert. Chef Kumar came out to talk with us after the meal along with the restaurants owners and although I was focused on the Indian cuisine that evening he piqued my interest in the Italian fare. I’m branching out in regards to other genres of late and Haldi Root was a nice foray into Indian food. Overall I enjoyed the meal, so you can go forth and give the restaurant a try, assured that these words are not intended to curry favor.

Haldi Root
20969 Ventura Boulevard #32
Woodland Hills, CA 91364
GPS Coordinates: 34°10’0.31″N 118°35’26.37″W

See images from Val’s dinner at Haldi Root in Woodland Hills, California

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A Tale of Two Parties, Part II

Fig & Olive’s Opening Party

West Hollywood, California

The newly opened Fig and Olive in West HollywoodThe newly opened Fig and Olive in West Hollywood

Having escaped a hangover after having attending the 5th Anniversary party at Ford’s Filling Station in Culver City, I braced myself for what undoubtedly would become one of the culinary social events of the season – the opening party for Fig & Olive’s newest location in West Hollywood, California. Fig & Olive’s fete was held with all the pomp and glory of any other Hollywood premier, right down to the red carpet and velvet ropes at the entrance. The restaurant has four locations in the New York area, and the West Hollywood site is the start of an expansion that will undoubtedly be international. The area is spacious, with an indoor balcony/bar area; the main dining area is centered on a single olive tree framed by rosemary shrubs and one wall is completely populated with back-lit shelves of their signature olive oil. A small glassed-in private dining area also features some small olive trees, but no matter how hard I looked (and asked) there wasn’t a single fig tree to be found. For the third of three opening night events (featuring a southern French theme), the tables and chairs were removed from the main dining area to accommodate the teeming masses in attendance.

Piscine featuring fresh strawberries and sparkling winePiscine featuring fresh strawberries and sparkling wine

A group of VIP diners ate in the aquarium, while the mostly-media revelers noshed on hors d’oeuvres, with crostini being the medium of choice for the evening. This included crushed tomato with olive oil (which because of its orange-pink color was frequently mistaken for salmon); chopped bell pepper with ricotta cheese, fig paste with “special almonds” and blanketed by a triangle of Manchego cheese; prosciutto on a ricotta spread topped with a fig segment; a bresaola (which oddly tasted a little like fried bologna) with goat cheese and black olive; the ever-popular salmon with ricotta and cilantro; a tomato slice topped with charmoula sauce and a single boquerone (sardine); and a pile of crimini mushroom with artichoke, truffle and Parmesan. Several other tapas-sized food circulated including Lilliputian tubs of something simply referred to as “fish soup”, square micro-bowls of cucumber peppercorn soup, a zucchini carpaccio with pine nuts, and the bizarre citrus tilapia (yes, I said tilapia).

Founder Laurent Halasz introduces the mayor of Mougins, FranceFounder Laurent Halasz introduces the mayor of Mougins, France

The music for the evening was provided by Fig & Olive’s resident DJ (Julien Nolan) who in keeping with the French theme also hails from southern France. Midway through the event, five young women stood on black platforms in the main area to show off fashion by Frédéric Fekkai salon of New York, although to many of the patrons they probably seemed like other partiers trying to get a better view of their surroundings. At one point, the music was cut and a group led by founder Laurent Halasz ascended the platform. Halasz introduced the evening’s special guests, including Mougins, France’s Mayor Richard Galy (easily identified by his tri-color sash); Executive Chef, Pascal Lorange; Chef Sebastien Chambru of Moulin de Mougins; and, Serges Gouloumes of Mas Candill (also from France). Despite a shushing of the crowd, the volume of conversation only diminished during the brief speeches.

The main dining area at Fig and OliveThe main dining area at Fig and Olive

The party kicked back in gear and the waitstaff circulated platters of a “dessert crostini” featuring Amarena cherries, mascarpone and pistachio on shortbread as well as what looked like little plastic cups of Jell-O pudding (I’m betting it wasn’t). Promptly at 9 PM, the free booze trickled to a halt and the staff began bringing the tables and chairs back in. The bars remained open for paying patrons, and one of the bartenders who reluctantly accepted the title of “mixologist” created several unique beverages, one of which started with 10 Cane Rum with the addition of a clove-infused syrup and drops of 18 year fig balsamic vinegar applied in drops with a straw. This drink along with another featuring a sweet citrus base and topped with cream tasted like liquid candy.

A desert crostini with cherries and mascarponeA desert crostini with cherries and mascarpone

It was obvious that Fig & Olive pulled out the stops for their opening, but Angelenos who haven’t frequented their New York locations will still have to experience the cuisine for themselves. My only recommendation is that they get a fig tree so that they won’t eventually have to shorten their name to “Olive”. Oh, well, there are always the ficuses outside…

Fig and Olive
8490 Melrose Place
West Hollywood, CA 90069
GPS coordinates: 34°5’0.50″N 118°22’34.54″W

See images from the third night of the opening party for Fig & Olive in West Hollywood, California

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A Reputation At Steak

Nick and Stef’s Steakhouse

Los Angeles, California

Tagged, aging beef, destined for greatnessTagged, aging beef, destined for greatness

Nick and Stef’s Steakhouse has a commanding presence in several major cities in the U.S, so being invited to an exclusive media dinner to showcase the talents of their new executive chef (Megan Logan) was, as the Italian olive oil magnate once said, an offer I couldn’t refuse. From the outside, the only thing that gives it away as a restaurant is the patio seating; the sleek, modern decor seems so at home in the office tower surroundings that I was wondering if I was in the right place as I walked through the marble lobby of the elevators leading to the garage. Everything on the menu that evening was specifically crafted for the media dinner, from the original cocktail creations through the Lilliputian desert sampler. There were three drink offerings to get things started – not one to compare traditional libations, I turned down their Courvoisier Sidecar to opt for the Hidden Agenda, a concoction of Partida Tequila, blackberries and egg whites (they had me at egg whites). The drink tasted like a drunken parfait, and I couldn’t help dunking the blackberries that straddled the glass, impaled by a hatpin. After sampling bites of filet mignon steak tartare on olive crostini, yellowfin ahi on fried wontons and tiny spoons of braised short rib that tasted somewhat like chorizo, we were taken back to a very large square table where we sat like one big, happy family.

The Angus beef will protect me from the evil mac and cheeseThe Angus beef will protect me from the evil mac and cheese

The first course was a single adorable little Kusshi oyster scantily clad in a light mignonette gelée and cradled in its shell, perched on a tiny mound of volcanic salt. With the salt under the shell, I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to impart any flavor to the oyster, but the little guy didn’t really need any help. The only thing I wanted after polishing off the shellfish was another oyster. As with every other course, the oyster was paired with an alcoholic beverage, in this case a Russian River Valley sparkling wine (I wanted to use words like “delightful” and “vibrant” but lost interest while thinking about another oyster). The oyster was followed by a somewhat-green but beet-heavy salad featuring a suggestion of Gorgonzola cheese and toasted and split hazelnuts that looked like the Mexican jumping beans you used to be able to get in those clear plastic boxes. Naturally, this was also paired with wine (a nice Sauvignon Blanc).

Executive Chef Megan LoganExecutive Chef Megan Logan

With the preliminaries out of the way, things heated up with a pan-seared scallop drizzled with a Romanesco and cauliflower sauce, almonds, grapes and raisins. The scallop itself was the most perfectly cooked of any I’ve ever had – lightly seared on the outside, with the inside finding the perfect balance between raw and overcooked, so perfect that I could easily ignore any of the rest of the presentation. By the way, did I mention that it was paired with a wine? “Shocking!” you say, but I soldiered on and had a few sips of the Chilean Chardonnay. I was feeling a bit guilty about not drinking all the alcohol they placed in front of me, but I feared that if I finished the only thing I’d be tasting would be whatever happened to fall on the floor beneath the table. All these little dishes were wonderfully flavorful, but what’s a steakhouse without steak? Nick and Stef’s features a veritable meatquarium – a thick glass, climate-controlled room where the meat is dry aged – it looked like a beef morgue, the hefty slabs on meat on display with their toe tags prominently announcing time of death. The dinner was a carnivore’s delight as they brought out not one, but two hot, mouth-watering cuts – a rib eye and a New York strip steak that tasted like they came from different animals. I can’t tell if it was the dry aging, the preparation or the quality of the Angus beef, but I traded off bites to determine my favorite (the rib eye won) until there wasn’t a meat scrap left. Four sauces were provided in double-spouted gravy boats, but my favorite was an exceptionally spicy chimichurri; I used it sparingly as not to obscure the steak’s natural flavor. Naturally, the beef was paired with wine, this time a Cabernet Sauvignon. The meat course also came with a variety of family-style sides including greens lightly sautéed with bacon, a dip-like creamed spinach, a ragout of chanterelle honshimeji and maitake mushrooms, and a dish of cubed, roasted squash that still had some firmness and the added texture of toasted squash seeds. Did I forget mac and cheese? I tried to… the foodies who find macaroni and cheese a comfort food seemed to enjoy it, but I think it and grilled cheese have had their 15 minutes of fame. I half expected to see the mac and cheese paired with a nice chilled 2010 Night Train with the cap gently and lovingly unscrewed to allow it to breathe properly.

A walk through the land of tiny dessertsA walk through the land of tiny desserts

For the final course, each diner was presented with a cheese board featuring a small sample of 2 aged, sharp cheddars (one of which took honors in a British competition) and a smooth blue cheese from Spain without the typical pungent nose. Each of the wee cheeses were paired with a shot of beer, ranging from light to dark, and ironically my favorites were the Hook’s 10-year cheddar and Anderson Valley Brewing’s Boont Amber Ale (the California beer entry). Once the dinner plates were whisked away, an array of tiny desserts were presented that looked like museum miniatures, and I took a liking to the tartlet with pastry cream, a miniscule pastry that ended the meal where it began – with raspberries. Nick and Stef’s is about to launch a new menu, so even though I was honored to partake in the dinner, I couldn’t help feeling bad about describing something that most patrons won’t be able to experience. Although there were a wide variety of dishes that showed off Chef Logan’s culinary skills, I left satisfied but not overstuffed since each item presented was in small bite-sized portions. A meal like the one I enjoyed is a rare find, and Chef Logan’s artistic medium of choice (small bites of colorful food) was incredibly well done.

Nick and Stef’s Steakhouse
330 S. Hope Street
Los Angeles, California  90071
GPS Coordinates: 34°3’10.26″N 118°15’9.15″W

GALLERY: See images from Val’s dinner at Nick and Stef’s Steakhouse in Los Angeles, California

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In Defense Of The Twinkie

Deep fried Twinkies
The Chip Shop (New York City), The Dessert Factory (Pasadena, CA)

The taste sensation sweeping the nation - fried TwinkieThe taste sensation sweeping the nation - fried Twinkie

How can something so wrong be so right? Just the thought of eating a Twinkie sends a chemically-induced sugar rush up the back of my spine, so what would prompt me to brave the cellophane-wrapped snack that looks like Sponge Bob’s coffin? The opportunity to have it deep-fried. There was still a high degree of risk, but I wanted to see what the frying process did to make this foam brick from Hell edible (or more inedible). The invention of the deep fried Twinkie in 1992 is said to be attributed Shea Apple, a transplant from Great Britain who opened a chip shop in Brooklyn, New York (appropriately named “The Chip Shop”). Unlike your neighborhood chip shop (or “chippy” in the UK), The Chip Shop batters and fries everything that will survive the Frialator including pizza, macaroni and cheese, and Mars Bars. After experimenting with various snack items, he found the Twinkie to fry up quite nicely. They use the same batter used for frying fish (for the fish and chips); it is served sliced lengthwise, dusted with powdered sugar, sitting on a berry sauce-drizzled plate. Read the rest of this entry »

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