Yes, the one event I wait for all year - Long Island Restaurant Week is starting tomorrow!!!
I urge everyone to take advantage of it.
You know you wanna...
Check it out.
-Vixen
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Breakfast Experiment: Baked French... Canned Biscuits?
It was a lovely, lazy morning.
The Fiance and I ignored the sunlight stubbornly invading our bedroom, dug deeper into the covers and had a glorious sleep-in.
We don't get too many of those.
In the spirit of enjoying the day, we decided to forgo our usual breakfast (eggs over easy, bacon, toast) and do something different.
The Fiance decided he wanted toast. And who am I to argue when a loving male creature is offering me tasty treats?
So off he went. He dug out the eggs and milk, mixed those well, added sugar and cinnamon, mixed again.
Then he went to the closet to get the bread.
...and there was none.
So there we were.
The Fiance.
Me.
And a bowl of forlorn egg mixture.
Then, we were generously joined by inspiration.
I tend to buy canned biscuits whenever they're on sale without any regard for whether or not we need any. I stockpile them if you will. Because you just never know when they might come in handy.
And this, this was their day to shine. Or try to, anyway.
I got out a reasonably deep pan, buttered in and then filled it with buttermilk biscuits. Then I poured the egg mix over them and added more brown sugar. And baked the whole shebang at 400.
I admit it. It was eh. All the liquid evaporated. The biscuits didn't absorb any goodness in the middle. Overall a middling success.
So I moved the remains of the cooked biscuits into a smaller pan, made a new egg mixture with a ton of milk, added vanilla, and used a spatula to break up the biscuits into bits. This time I baked it at 350 (or maybe 375?).
It took much longer this time but reports say it all worthwhile.
Next time I plan to do this:
Baked French Biscuits
-2-3 eggs
-good splash or three of milk
-vanilla extract
-orange flower water
-brown sugar
-cinnamon
-2 cans of buttermilk biscuits
Make the egg mixture with all the ingredients (I didn't give amounts cause really it's all about what YOU want) except the biscuits. The orange flower water is sort of a secret ingredient that will make give that "Hm, what's that?" sort of hint to the dish but you can omit it or use orange extract just as easily. Do what moves you.
Preheat the oven to 350. Butter the pan and dust with brown sugar. Trust me, don't skip this step. Then carefully chop up the biscuits. Use a light hand when you do it so as not to deflate them too much. Drop them into the pan and pour the mixture over them. Add some more brown sugar for fun. Then bake till it looks done.
The Fiance and I ignored the sunlight stubbornly invading our bedroom, dug deeper into the covers and had a glorious sleep-in.
We don't get too many of those.
In the spirit of enjoying the day, we decided to forgo our usual breakfast (eggs over easy, bacon, toast) and do something different.
The Fiance decided he wanted toast. And who am I to argue when a loving male creature is offering me tasty treats?
So off he went. He dug out the eggs and milk, mixed those well, added sugar and cinnamon, mixed again.
Then he went to the closet to get the bread.
...and there was none.
So there we were.
The Fiance.
Me.
And a bowl of forlorn egg mixture.
Then, we were generously joined by inspiration.
I tend to buy canned biscuits whenever they're on sale without any regard for whether or not we need any. I stockpile them if you will. Because you just never know when they might come in handy.
And this, this was their day to shine. Or try to, anyway.
I got out a reasonably deep pan, buttered in and then filled it with buttermilk biscuits. Then I poured the egg mix over them and added more brown sugar. And baked the whole shebang at 400.
I admit it. It was eh. All the liquid evaporated. The biscuits didn't absorb any goodness in the middle. Overall a middling success.
So I moved the remains of the cooked biscuits into a smaller pan, made a new egg mixture with a ton of milk, added vanilla, and used a spatula to break up the biscuits into bits. This time I baked it at 350 (or maybe 375?).
It took much longer this time but reports say it all worthwhile.
Next time I plan to do this:
Baked French Biscuits
-2-3 eggs
-good splash or three of milk
-vanilla extract
-orange flower water
-brown sugar
-cinnamon
-2 cans of buttermilk biscuits
Make the egg mixture with all the ingredients (I didn't give amounts cause really it's all about what YOU want) except the biscuits. The orange flower water is sort of a secret ingredient that will make give that "Hm, what's that?" sort of hint to the dish but you can omit it or use orange extract just as easily. Do what moves you.
Preheat the oven to 350. Butter the pan and dust with brown sugar. Trust me, don't skip this step. Then carefully chop up the biscuits. Use a light hand when you do it so as not to deflate them too much. Drop them into the pan and pour the mixture over them. Add some more brown sugar for fun. Then bake till it looks done.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Leftovers in a Pan
The Fiance has been in the mood for Outback a lot lately. I don't know what it is - it's not the steak since he always gets pasta. It makes no sense really but I've come to accept that he's just full of adorable, incomprehensible quirks. And I've come to terms with his Outback obsession, aided by the way they do their sides - any restaurant that can manage to keep their asparagus and green beans tender-crunchy gets a gold star in my book.
So.
Outback.
Unlike the very odd Fiance I get steak. The problem is after the salad and the sides and the baked potato, I almost never manage to finish the steak itself. But I do always take it home.
A few days ago, we were in a conundrum. The Fiance wanted dinner, he didn't want to cook and I wanted to use up leftovers.
Thus was born:
Leftovers in a Pan
-the second to last bacon slice
-two leftover steaks of medium size (maybe 12 oz?)
-half a zucchini
-the last carrot
-a scrounged up onion
-the last tablespoon of diced garlic (I peel and food processor several heads of garlic at a time. It's a weird nervous habit.)
-a can of broth - I used chicken but you can probably use anything you like
-2 tablespoons flour
-a dash of brown gravy mix
-dried thyme
-salt and pepper
First up. I heated a stainless steel (do not use a non-stick for this - if you do, you will regret it) pan with olive oil. That's my default fat but you can easily use butter or regular oil. Whatever you like. (See how democratic I am?) Then all those veggies got a very small dice (my baby doesn't like veggies, he thinks they're icky), but you can dice them larger if you prefer. They went into the pan with the garlic and were left to play on their own. If you discount me occasionally stirring them that is.
Now, I know my baby loves bacon. It's his first love. Before women and gaming, there was bacon. So when I'm trying to sneak veggies into his tummy, bacon is a good way to go. So I chopped up the bacon slice. Then I sliced up the steak.
The veggies were more or less where I wanted them - softened, kinda translucent. I took them out of pan and let them sit in a nice, comfy bowl. Then the pan got the bacon treatment. I have to admit, one slice of bacon isn't very much and even diced up it looked kind of lonely. But I stayed strong. Bacon is delicious but not so good for you. One's enough in this dish.
When the bacon was semi browned up, I add the steak slices. There, now the bacon had friends.
When all the meat was nicely browned and the pan had all those bits in it, I removed the steak and bacon to another plate. Then pan was sad for a moment, but I made it happier by adding more olive oil and making a quick roux with the flour.
There's no trick to roux really. Just mix a lot or it will clump.
Then add a liquid. I poured in probably 3/4 of a can of broth but it's really all in how much sauce you want. Don't forget to go slow and stir a lot though.
Then I dumped in some brown gravy mix and a bunch of thyme and stirred again. It looked quite saucy at this point so I took the veggies and meat and put them back in. I gave the mess another stir, set the heat to simmer and wandered off to... do something else.
After a little simmering, the sauce was nicely thickened, the veggies were cleverly masked and dinner looked very tempting.
I served it in a bowl over bite sized, roasted potatoes.
So good.
-Vixen
So.
Outback.
Unlike the very odd Fiance I get steak. The problem is after the salad and the sides and the baked potato, I almost never manage to finish the steak itself. But I do always take it home.
A few days ago, we were in a conundrum. The Fiance wanted dinner, he didn't want to cook and I wanted to use up leftovers.
Thus was born:
Leftovers in a Pan
-the second to last bacon slice
-two leftover steaks of medium size (maybe 12 oz?)
-half a zucchini
-the last carrot
-a scrounged up onion
-the last tablespoon of diced garlic (I peel and food processor several heads of garlic at a time. It's a weird nervous habit.)
-a can of broth - I used chicken but you can probably use anything you like
-2 tablespoons flour
-a dash of brown gravy mix
-dried thyme
-salt and pepper
First up. I heated a stainless steel (do not use a non-stick for this - if you do, you will regret it) pan with olive oil. That's my default fat but you can easily use butter or regular oil. Whatever you like. (See how democratic I am?) Then all those veggies got a very small dice (my baby doesn't like veggies, he thinks they're icky), but you can dice them larger if you prefer. They went into the pan with the garlic and were left to play on their own. If you discount me occasionally stirring them that is.
Now, I know my baby loves bacon. It's his first love. Before women and gaming, there was bacon. So when I'm trying to sneak veggies into his tummy, bacon is a good way to go. So I chopped up the bacon slice. Then I sliced up the steak.
The veggies were more or less where I wanted them - softened, kinda translucent. I took them out of pan and let them sit in a nice, comfy bowl. Then the pan got the bacon treatment. I have to admit, one slice of bacon isn't very much and even diced up it looked kind of lonely. But I stayed strong. Bacon is delicious but not so good for you. One's enough in this dish.
When the bacon was semi browned up, I add the steak slices. There, now the bacon had friends.
When all the meat was nicely browned and the pan had all those bits in it, I removed the steak and bacon to another plate. Then pan was sad for a moment, but I made it happier by adding more olive oil and making a quick roux with the flour.
There's no trick to roux really. Just mix a lot or it will clump.
Then add a liquid. I poured in probably 3/4 of a can of broth but it's really all in how much sauce you want. Don't forget to go slow and stir a lot though.
Then I dumped in some brown gravy mix and a bunch of thyme and stirred again. It looked quite saucy at this point so I took the veggies and meat and put them back in. I gave the mess another stir, set the heat to simmer and wandered off to... do something else.
After a little simmering, the sauce was nicely thickened, the veggies were cleverly masked and dinner looked very tempting.
I served it in a bowl over bite sized, roasted potatoes.
So good.
-Vixen
Scrambled Eggs, Kinda Italian
Before we go any further, I will admit that I am not the breakfast maker in our household. See, I have this undying obsession with eggs over easy and The Fiance is much, much, much better at making them. So he usually makes breakfast. And believe me, I don't complain.
Unfortunately there are some times when he is too busy to do his time honored duty. (Damn those college essays!) So then I have to trudge to the kitchen and figure out what looks quick and easy.
Another thing I have to admit: I can't make omelettes. I don't have the patience to let the eggs set. I start poking at them with the spatula and before you know it I have a pan full of lovely yellow chunks. Delicious, but definitely not an omelette.
So anyway, back to my foray into breakfast.
I discovered a number of leftover stuff in my fridge and set up putting it together. The result left no complainers. (As if The Fiance would survive complaining about my cooking!)
Scrambled Eggs, Kinda Italian
-6 eggs
-liberal splash of milk
-half handful of fresh parsley, rough chopped
-teaspoon or so of minced garlic
-salt & pepper to taste
-two slices of pancetta, diced
-2-3 scallions, diced
-handful of fresh baby spinach
-hunk of fresh mozzarella, ripped into small chunks
Break six eggs into any bowl large enough to hold them. Fish out any bits that insisted on breaking from the shell. Use a fork or whisk to quickly break the yolks and mix them into the whites. Add as much milk as your heart desires, I'd recommend about 1/3 cup but that's just me. Throw in the parsley, the garlic and salt and pepper the whole thing. And stir again. Get the mixture kind of frothy - you want to add some air to the eggs so they cook up fluffy.
In a nice, warm pan on medium heat, add a splash of olive oil and dump in the pancetta. Spread it out nicely and let it brown up. Then stir around and add in the scallions and baby spinach. When the spinach looks mostly done, pour the egg mixture on top. I'm kind of obsessive (have you noticed that?) so I tend to grab a plastic splatula and scrape out every last drop.
Then step back. I know, I know your fingers must itch to grab that wooden spoon or silicone spatula and ram it right into the poor, defenseless eggs, wiggling them around willy nilly. Mine do.
But resist that urge!
Let the eggs set up a bit. Then begin to push the cooked bits towards the middle and gently tilt the pan so the liquidy goo can distribute at the edges. Repeat until the eggs are almost done, all beautiful curds of green and brown specked golden goodness. Now add the mozzarella chunks, stir a few times and take the pan off the heat so the cheese can melt slowly but the eggs don't overcook.
At this point, I'm going to recommend eating.
Have I mentioned I love eggs?
Happy breakfast!
-Vixen
Unfortunately there are some times when he is too busy to do his time honored duty. (Damn those college essays!) So then I have to trudge to the kitchen and figure out what looks quick and easy.
Another thing I have to admit: I can't make omelettes. I don't have the patience to let the eggs set. I start poking at them with the spatula and before you know it I have a pan full of lovely yellow chunks. Delicious, but definitely not an omelette.
So anyway, back to my foray into breakfast.
I discovered a number of leftover stuff in my fridge and set up putting it together. The result left no complainers. (As if The Fiance would survive complaining about my cooking!)
Scrambled Eggs, Kinda Italian
-6 eggs
-liberal splash of milk
-half handful of fresh parsley, rough chopped
-teaspoon or so of minced garlic
-salt & pepper to taste
-two slices of pancetta, diced
-2-3 scallions, diced
-handful of fresh baby spinach
-hunk of fresh mozzarella, ripped into small chunks
Break six eggs into any bowl large enough to hold them. Fish out any bits that insisted on breaking from the shell. Use a fork or whisk to quickly break the yolks and mix them into the whites. Add as much milk as your heart desires, I'd recommend about 1/3 cup but that's just me. Throw in the parsley, the garlic and salt and pepper the whole thing. And stir again. Get the mixture kind of frothy - you want to add some air to the eggs so they cook up fluffy.
In a nice, warm pan on medium heat, add a splash of olive oil and dump in the pancetta. Spread it out nicely and let it brown up. Then stir around and add in the scallions and baby spinach. When the spinach looks mostly done, pour the egg mixture on top. I'm kind of obsessive (have you noticed that?) so I tend to grab a plastic splatula and scrape out every last drop.
Then step back. I know, I know your fingers must itch to grab that wooden spoon or silicone spatula and ram it right into the poor, defenseless eggs, wiggling them around willy nilly. Mine do.
But resist that urge!
Let the eggs set up a bit. Then begin to push the cooked bits towards the middle and gently tilt the pan so the liquidy goo can distribute at the edges. Repeat until the eggs are almost done, all beautiful curds of green and brown specked golden goodness. Now add the mozzarella chunks, stir a few times and take the pan off the heat so the cheese can melt slowly but the eggs don't overcook.
At this point, I'm going to recommend eating.
Have I mentioned I love eggs?
Happy breakfast!
-Vixen
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
It's not just for diet anymore!
Grapefruit is a misunderstood fruit. It's not sweet like the orange. It's not a jack of all treads like the lemon. It's pungent-tart with a little bitter and takes getting used to. And people tend to associate it with diets - half a grapefruit for breakfast and forget anything decadent.
I have a love hate affair with it personally. Sometimes I can just peel it open and eat one juicy morsel after another as I free them from their bitter pith prison. And sometimes I have to peel it all at once and drown it in sugar to balance that bitter-tart bite.
Today I discovered a mid-way philosophy. I wasn't in the mood for the unadorned grapefruit but I also didn't feel like sugar. My eyes fell on a different ingredient standing unobtrusively between bottles of herbs and spices.
Honey.
Raw wild-natural honey.
I drizzled it in a dark stream over the chunks of fruit, just enough to temper the more startling qualities of it and just enough to play up its natural sweetness.
It was just perfect. Try it. You won't regret it.
-Vixen
I have a love hate affair with it personally. Sometimes I can just peel it open and eat one juicy morsel after another as I free them from their bitter pith prison. And sometimes I have to peel it all at once and drown it in sugar to balance that bitter-tart bite.
Today I discovered a mid-way philosophy. I wasn't in the mood for the unadorned grapefruit but I also didn't feel like sugar. My eyes fell on a different ingredient standing unobtrusively between bottles of herbs and spices.
Honey.
Raw wild-natural honey.
I drizzled it in a dark stream over the chunks of fruit, just enough to temper the more startling qualities of it and just enough to play up its natural sweetness.
It was just perfect. Try it. You won't regret it.
-Vixen
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Spicy Egg Salad
I love eggs. They have a multitude of uses and as long as you treat them right they are absolutely delicious in every way.
Friend, poached, mix into batter for baked goods... Mmmm...
But today, today we're going to talk about a veritable Anglo-American tradition.
Egg salad.
I firmly believe it's not given enough credit. The most common recipe seems to include chopped up egg and some mayo. Salt and pepper if you're lucky. That is no way to treat the noble egg. No way at all.
On it's own a hard boiled egg is very mild. When you pair it only with mayo, the flavors just don't balance right. It needs more. More... crunch, more spice... more soul if you will.
But let's move on to our story which begins this weekend when I was out of groceries. I did however have three eggs left and some veggies lying around. And of course my spice cabinet. My main goal was to bulk up the salad cause three eggs just didn't seem like much. But as with anything else, inspiration tends to take me where it will. This is where it took me that day.
Spicy Egg Salad
(double, triple or make a mammoth batch at your leisure)
-3 eggs
-1/4 onion (use white or red)
-a couple of leafs of romaine lettuce (I would also recommend arugula if you like it)
-2-3 Tbs of mayo
-2 tsp spicy mustard
-couple of dashes of paprika
-minced fresh dill to taste (you can use dry also but fresh is always better)
-half a handful of pecorino cheese
-salt and pepper
Hard boiling eggs perfectly can be a difficult endeavor. My favorite method is putting them in cold water, bringing them to a boil, then covering them, turning off the heat and letting them sit for at least ten minutes. And I've pretty much forgotten them there for much longer than ten minutes so it's pretty fool proof.
So then. Let the eggs sit in their hot bath and turn your eyes to the rest of the recipe. Mince your onion and drop it in a bowl. Roll up the lettuce and slice it into thin strips and put those in the bowl too.
In another littler bowl, mix together the minced dill, pecorino, paprika, mayo, mustard and salt and pepper. It distributes the spices more evenly than just trying to mix everything together at the same time.
Pull the eggs out, peel and rough chop to a relatively small dice. Put them in the bowl and then pour the mayo mixture on top. Mix until well incorporated.
Now at this point you could chill it but I ate it up warm with some toasted english muffins. So good.
-Vixen
Friend, poached, mix into batter for baked goods... Mmmm...
But today, today we're going to talk about a veritable Anglo-American tradition.
Egg salad.
I firmly believe it's not given enough credit. The most common recipe seems to include chopped up egg and some mayo. Salt and pepper if you're lucky. That is no way to treat the noble egg. No way at all.
On it's own a hard boiled egg is very mild. When you pair it only with mayo, the flavors just don't balance right. It needs more. More... crunch, more spice... more soul if you will.
But let's move on to our story which begins this weekend when I was out of groceries. I did however have three eggs left and some veggies lying around. And of course my spice cabinet. My main goal was to bulk up the salad cause three eggs just didn't seem like much. But as with anything else, inspiration tends to take me where it will. This is where it took me that day.
Spicy Egg Salad
(double, triple or make a mammoth batch at your leisure)
-3 eggs
-1/4 onion (use white or red)
-a couple of leafs of romaine lettuce (I would also recommend arugula if you like it)
-2-3 Tbs of mayo
-2 tsp spicy mustard
-couple of dashes of paprika
-minced fresh dill to taste (you can use dry also but fresh is always better)
-half a handful of pecorino cheese
-salt and pepper
Hard boiling eggs perfectly can be a difficult endeavor. My favorite method is putting them in cold water, bringing them to a boil, then covering them, turning off the heat and letting them sit for at least ten minutes. And I've pretty much forgotten them there for much longer than ten minutes so it's pretty fool proof.
So then. Let the eggs sit in their hot bath and turn your eyes to the rest of the recipe. Mince your onion and drop it in a bowl. Roll up the lettuce and slice it into thin strips and put those in the bowl too.
In another littler bowl, mix together the minced dill, pecorino, paprika, mayo, mustard and salt and pepper. It distributes the spices more evenly than just trying to mix everything together at the same time.
Pull the eggs out, peel and rough chop to a relatively small dice. Put them in the bowl and then pour the mayo mixture on top. Mix until well incorporated.
Now at this point you could chill it but I ate it up warm with some toasted english muffins. So good.
-Vixen
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Hamptons Restaurant Week!
Exciting news landed in my mailbox... Another restaurant week is heading our way: march 30th to april 6th in the Hamptons.
I'm going to endeavor to make it out there and do a review. Keep an eye out for it!
-Vixen
I'm going to endeavor to make it out there and do a review. Keep an eye out for it!
-Vixen
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Potato Cakes Experiment
I admit it. I'm a potato girl. I love them pretty much any which way... mashed, baked, fried, with toppings, without toppings... Well you get the picture.
So it just so happened that after the Food Glut that is Thanksgiving, The Fiance and I ended up with a rather impressive load of leftovers, among which delicious, delicious mashed potatoes figured prominently. Now I'm not much for eating the same thing in the same way... (though The Fiance would have been perfectly happy just to heat a bowl of potatoes and chomp on it as he gleefully romped through his new computer game...) The dilemma before me then was how to perk up the poor spuds.
This was my solution. I had some leftover roasted carrots and onions, about a cup and a half I'd say, so I mashed them up. Then I threw in about three cups of mashed potatoes. Now this is all pretty approximate but don't worry you really can't get this wrong. Two eggs and a couple of handfuls of flour made the whole thing into a a type of batter. Some salt, pepper, a little garlic... Season as you like. Then I used a standard ice cream scoop and popped the cakes onto a foil covered and sprayed down cookie sheet. In the oven they went at 375 and when they were almost done they got a nice cheese treatment - cheddar but use any you like. The cheese melted and became like a little blanket over the yummy potato rounds.
The cakes were soft, slightly orange from the carrots and the cheese and very yummy, subtly flavored with the veggies and the garlic. I think though next time I'm going to let them brown before adding cheese as they were a little too soft for me.
Now keep in mind, you can really throw in any veggie you like. Even something crunchy and diced up to give the cakes more texture... Hmm that actually sounds nice... And you really can't fail this. Easy, pretty and delicious. Leftovers at their best.
Happy Eating,
-Vixen
So it just so happened that after the Food Glut that is Thanksgiving, The Fiance and I ended up with a rather impressive load of leftovers, among which delicious, delicious mashed potatoes figured prominently. Now I'm not much for eating the same thing in the same way... (though The Fiance would have been perfectly happy just to heat a bowl of potatoes and chomp on it as he gleefully romped through his new computer game...) The dilemma before me then was how to perk up the poor spuds.
This was my solution. I had some leftover roasted carrots and onions, about a cup and a half I'd say, so I mashed them up. Then I threw in about three cups of mashed potatoes. Now this is all pretty approximate but don't worry you really can't get this wrong. Two eggs and a couple of handfuls of flour made the whole thing into a a type of batter. Some salt, pepper, a little garlic... Season as you like. Then I used a standard ice cream scoop and popped the cakes onto a foil covered and sprayed down cookie sheet. In the oven they went at 375 and when they were almost done they got a nice cheese treatment - cheddar but use any you like. The cheese melted and became like a little blanket over the yummy potato rounds.
The cakes were soft, slightly orange from the carrots and the cheese and very yummy, subtly flavored with the veggies and the garlic. I think though next time I'm going to let them brown before adding cheese as they were a little too soft for me.
Now keep in mind, you can really throw in any veggie you like. Even something crunchy and diced up to give the cakes more texture... Hmm that actually sounds nice... And you really can't fail this. Easy, pretty and delicious. Leftovers at their best.
Happy Eating,
-Vixen
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Eating Like Royalty
Restaurant week caught me by surprise this year. Thankfully my lovely Alyza (no, not her real name) was far more on the ball and posted about it in her blog. In a fit of panic, I ran to check Newsday and has an out of body experience.
Louis XVI, the glorious and expensive Patchogue restaurant, was participating.
I read about Louis XVI some time ago on the wonderful Long Island Food Blog and immediately fell in futile love with it. Futile because as a poor law student, this place is WAY out of my budget.
But that's okay because Restaurant Week has fulfilled my dream and sated my love.
Despite my late entry into the game, Lady Luck was with me for although that week was all booked up the wonderful people at Louis XVI were extending the deal to Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday of this week. So after a quick, begging phone call to my longsuffering, beloved fiance (who would have much rather gone to a BBQ place instead) I booked a reservation for Wednesday at 8:00pm
I admit it. I was nervous. Nervous and very, very excited. The Fiance reluctantly donned nice clothes as I bounced around the apartment and startled The Cat. Finally, we were on our way.
It was a dark, foggy night and the lights spilling gently from the restaurant windows created a dreamy, magical atmosphere that remained unbroken when we entered through the heavy doors. The aroma permeating the air was delectable, almost creamy.
We were seated right away. Unfortunately it looks like the place lacks two-tops, i.e. tables for two, but we made do with a four-top. Almost immediately, literally within seconds, we were asked for our drink order (we didn't get any cause The Fiance doesn't drink and I don't like drinking alone...) and then given water, a basket of rolls and a plate with molded butter.
The rolls... well. There were three kinds. One was a walnut roll which I thought was very good, warm and well textured, with chunks of actual nuts mixed in. The finger shaped plain roll was delicious too, also nicely warmed and went very well with butter. The third wasn't a roll. It was some sort of bread made from something orange. Neither I nor The Fiance could identify what it was and neither of us was too fond of it.
Then came the compliments from the chef. A rectangular white plate was adorned with three individual amuse bouches. On the left was a goat cheese cube hugged by thin bits of bread. The olives mixed into it were a surprise but a welcome one, cutting the creaminess with the sharp salty undertone. In the middle was a little cup of broccoli soup, warm and perfectly smooth with a well balanced creamy flavor. On the right was a cube of salmon with its own thin bread adornment. It didn't seem to have any added flavorings but the fish was firm and meaty, delicious au naturel. I had both mine and The Fiance's cause he's silly and picky. He only tried the soup and didn't like it but I promise it was him and not the soup.
The appetizers came out next. My foie gras was smooth and sweet and coated my tongue delicately. It was at its best with a bit of the greens, their faint bitterness cutting the richness down, the flavors playing each other up. The berry compote was very sweet and I wasn't terribly entranced by it. The last one was the most... peculiar shall we say. Thinly sliced pickles were suspended in a pickle gelee and formed into an oval. It was definitely avant garde but it may have been a little too much for me.
The Fiance played it safer. He had the baby arugula and French string bean salad with tomato coulis and shaved pecorino cheese. I will proudly admit to snatching some off his plate. The beans were a perfect tender-crisp and made an interesting combination with the more bitter arugula and the sharp cheese. The coulis added a little sweetness that unfortunately for The Fiance kept me coming back to his plate with my fork.
But more was to come and he was right to tell me not to stuff myself. (Not that it stopped me mind you.) Our entrees arrived right on time. My shredded beef spare ribs were cradled delicately in a baby pumpkin, the top of it leaning against the side. The menu claimed that this was accompanied by a compote of fingerling potatoes and a spinach coulis. Well it definitely sat on some delectable, smooth, green-flecked mashed potatoes and there was definitely a lovely of green on my plate. The thing is, there were also two orange colored quenelles that tasted like a combination of potato and pumpkin, perfectly pureed and rich. I ate every bite.
The Fiance went with the chicken. Roasted organic chicken with an orange-peppercorn sauce sauce and a fricassee of autumn baby vegetables. He loved it no questions asked. And before you ask, yes I did sneak some. The chicken was tender and moist and the vegetables perfectly tender-crisp. There was an odd tomato on his plate and I was a little confused as it wasn't a winter vegetable and definitely tasted out of season but I think I can forgive the chef for that.
And then... the crowning touch. Dessert. Before I tell you about that I must share my small bit of disappointment. We were asked if we wanted any coffee with our dessert. The Fiance declined - he doesn't generally drink hot beverages. I ordered tea. Interestingly enough I never got my tea but The Fiance got a coffee he didn't ask for. I was curious if they'd ever remember so I didn't say anything and alas they never did. However overall it only cost them a few points in service as otherwise the waiter was prompt with the delivery and quick to remove emptied dishes and refill our water.
So back on track. The dessert. The mango mousse cake was my favorite. It was airy and just sweet enough, melting in my mouth like a cloud. The chocolate mousse was great too, intense and creamy and not too sweet. The orange cake wasn't to my taste though. It was so lightly sweetened that in comparison it tasted very bland, though it had a very nice soft texture. The plate of petit fours was very yummy too. There was a small, delicately flavored vanilla cake that I ate with the small cube of delicious jam. And there was a cube of something that tasted like nuts and caramel and I would love to know what it was because I'd love to try making it at home. The Fiance seemed most enamored with the little vanilla cake and the chocolate mousse, which I'd call a complete triumph for the chef because The Fiance doesn't even like chocolate mousse. He also let me eat his mango mousse cake and for that I love him muchly.
He did drink that coffee by the way. And he liked it...
After all of that we were both just teetering on the edge of too full and it was definitely a happy feeling. Between the food and the gracious service I think the experience was worth every single penny.
Oh Louis XVI, our love affair continues...
-Vixen
Louis XVI
600 South Ocean Ave
Patchogue, NY 11772
631-654-8970
website
Louis XVI, the glorious and expensive Patchogue restaurant, was participating.
I read about Louis XVI some time ago on the wonderful Long Island Food Blog and immediately fell in futile love with it. Futile because as a poor law student, this place is WAY out of my budget.
But that's okay because Restaurant Week has fulfilled my dream and sated my love.
Despite my late entry into the game, Lady Luck was with me for although that week was all booked up the wonderful people at Louis XVI were extending the deal to Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday of this week. So after a quick, begging phone call to my longsuffering, beloved fiance (who would have much rather gone to a BBQ place instead) I booked a reservation for Wednesday at 8:00pm
I admit it. I was nervous. Nervous and very, very excited. The Fiance reluctantly donned nice clothes as I bounced around the apartment and startled The Cat. Finally, we were on our way.
It was a dark, foggy night and the lights spilling gently from the restaurant windows created a dreamy, magical atmosphere that remained unbroken when we entered through the heavy doors. The aroma permeating the air was delectable, almost creamy.
We were seated right away. Unfortunately it looks like the place lacks two-tops, i.e. tables for two, but we made do with a four-top. Almost immediately, literally within seconds, we were asked for our drink order (we didn't get any cause The Fiance doesn't drink and I don't like drinking alone...) and then given water, a basket of rolls and a plate with molded butter.
The rolls... well. There were three kinds. One was a walnut roll which I thought was very good, warm and well textured, with chunks of actual nuts mixed in. The finger shaped plain roll was delicious too, also nicely warmed and went very well with butter. The third wasn't a roll. It was some sort of bread made from something orange. Neither I nor The Fiance could identify what it was and neither of us was too fond of it.
Then came the compliments from the chef. A rectangular white plate was adorned with three individual amuse bouches. On the left was a goat cheese cube hugged by thin bits of bread. The olives mixed into it were a surprise but a welcome one, cutting the creaminess with the sharp salty undertone. In the middle was a little cup of broccoli soup, warm and perfectly smooth with a well balanced creamy flavor. On the right was a cube of salmon with its own thin bread adornment. It didn't seem to have any added flavorings but the fish was firm and meaty, delicious au naturel. I had both mine and The Fiance's cause he's silly and picky. He only tried the soup and didn't like it but I promise it was him and not the soup.
The appetizers came out next. My foie gras was smooth and sweet and coated my tongue delicately. It was at its best with a bit of the greens, their faint bitterness cutting the richness down, the flavors playing each other up. The berry compote was very sweet and I wasn't terribly entranced by it. The last one was the most... peculiar shall we say. Thinly sliced pickles were suspended in a pickle gelee and formed into an oval. It was definitely avant garde but it may have been a little too much for me.
The Fiance played it safer. He had the baby arugula and French string bean salad with tomato coulis and shaved pecorino cheese. I will proudly admit to snatching some off his plate. The beans were a perfect tender-crisp and made an interesting combination with the more bitter arugula and the sharp cheese. The coulis added a little sweetness that unfortunately for The Fiance kept me coming back to his plate with my fork.
But more was to come and he was right to tell me not to stuff myself. (Not that it stopped me mind you.) Our entrees arrived right on time. My shredded beef spare ribs were cradled delicately in a baby pumpkin, the top of it leaning against the side. The menu claimed that this was accompanied by a compote of fingerling potatoes and a spinach coulis. Well it definitely sat on some delectable, smooth, green-flecked mashed potatoes and there was definitely a lovely of green on my plate. The thing is, there were also two orange colored quenelles that tasted like a combination of potato and pumpkin, perfectly pureed and rich. I ate every bite.
The Fiance went with the chicken. Roasted organic chicken with an orange-peppercorn sauce sauce and a fricassee of autumn baby vegetables. He loved it no questions asked. And before you ask, yes I did sneak some. The chicken was tender and moist and the vegetables perfectly tender-crisp. There was an odd tomato on his plate and I was a little confused as it wasn't a winter vegetable and definitely tasted out of season but I think I can forgive the chef for that.
And then... the crowning touch. Dessert. Before I tell you about that I must share my small bit of disappointment. We were asked if we wanted any coffee with our dessert. The Fiance declined - he doesn't generally drink hot beverages. I ordered tea. Interestingly enough I never got my tea but The Fiance got a coffee he didn't ask for. I was curious if they'd ever remember so I didn't say anything and alas they never did. However overall it only cost them a few points in service as otherwise the waiter was prompt with the delivery and quick to remove emptied dishes and refill our water.
So back on track. The dessert. The mango mousse cake was my favorite. It was airy and just sweet enough, melting in my mouth like a cloud. The chocolate mousse was great too, intense and creamy and not too sweet. The orange cake wasn't to my taste though. It was so lightly sweetened that in comparison it tasted very bland, though it had a very nice soft texture. The plate of petit fours was very yummy too. There was a small, delicately flavored vanilla cake that I ate with the small cube of delicious jam. And there was a cube of something that tasted like nuts and caramel and I would love to know what it was because I'd love to try making it at home. The Fiance seemed most enamored with the little vanilla cake and the chocolate mousse, which I'd call a complete triumph for the chef because The Fiance doesn't even like chocolate mousse. He also let me eat his mango mousse cake and for that I love him muchly.
He did drink that coffee by the way. And he liked it...
After all of that we were both just teetering on the edge of too full and it was definitely a happy feeling. Between the food and the gracious service I think the experience was worth every single penny.
Oh Louis XVI, our love affair continues...
-Vixen
Louis XVI
600 South Ocean Ave
Patchogue, NY 11772
631-654-8970
website
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