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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Argentina Assado - Sorry my fellow Brazilians....

During many many years while I was growing up and hosting all my foreign friends in Brazil I told them a lie. I use to affirm with great certainty that they should enjoy the great meat of our barbecues, since that was as good as it gets. I hope they will all forgive me since this was a mix of naiveness, ignorance and the typical 3rd world patriotism, where despite of all we believe that we are good with food. A couple years ago I started to eat more frequently the Argentine assado, their version of the barbecue! Oh lord!

I might be completely overwhelmed by the hospitality of my wonderful argentine hosts the Ayams, but the truth is that after eating with them, I was convinced that being a vegetarian is a non option. There is a kind of religious ritual in order to appreciate the meat in a assado. Differently from us, the time that the meat will come out is mandatory to determine what time it will start. The other major difference is the barbecue itself, while we use as everyone else in the world I guess, the very deep barbecue, they use basically a flat surface, with a grill that is liftable by a leverage on the side, the chalk will have to be distributed with a precision of nuclear weapons since the meat is soo close to it. This allows them to control to what temperature the meat is exposed, enabling to get very different textures for different cuts.

An assado at the Ayams is a great garden event, while Robby our untirable "assado man" takes care of the meat, the wonderful Hilda is preparing an array of salads to serve as sides for the meat, another great thing about their approach to barbecues, no heavy triple carbs like us that will eat farofa, rice and potatoes on top of the meat! This would overshadow the main star of the party!

To start and accompany our wonderful Malbec bottle why not start with a delicious choclo empanada, a delicate pastry filled with corn and onions mix that is sweet and tangy, of even a beef empanada with some eggs and olives cooked for a long time, so it has this juicy deep taste. The actual barbecue it always start with the chorizos, which its sliced in half and put back in the grill, that dries up some of the fat and gives a extra crunchy texture. There are several cuts in a typical assado, these time we moved on for a pork fillet that had a thin layer of fat, that was so juice and moist that it almost did not look like pork, these cut is barbecued on one of its side only so its like the bottom holds all its deliciousness. Then we moved to the pork ribs, that came out easily of the bones, and the little burned parts had that smoky feeling, that only a good chalk barbecue can have.

The star of the meal in my opinion is the Lomo, the fillet is spectacular, despite the lack of natural strong taste of the meat, our meat genius Robby, uses a great technique. He puts a big frying pan directly on to the fire, and drops some of his farm made sweet olive oil, the lomo is then seared very briefly in order to keep its juices inside. It goes back to the grill until its ready to served with a spoon, cause at this point a knife is unnecessary. As sides for all this there a great abundance of salads, a wonderful salsa that reminded me of our version of vinagrete, but with more red and yellow peppers, more finely chopped, and a bit sweeter. But the star of this part was the Guacamole, I did not even like avocados until then, but the creaminess of the avocado and its richness would balance the savory taste and texture of the meat. One thing that it was common across all the cuts served is the different amount of salt used compared to us, they use a similar salt as fleur de sel, that although it does not lets you miss the salt, it also does not make you go in state of thirsty, that only 2 liters of cold bear will save you. Maybe that explains why the wine goes so well with the assado and not with the churrasco.

The desert can be the infamous brownie and dulche the leche pie, that make me wish I liked chocolate! But why not a dulche the leche tentacion, from Fredo, the ice cream that is half ice cream half actual dulche de leche. Followed by wonderful spresso and Malamado, a version of the port wine made with malbec grapes, that is less sweet and still quite powerful. The experience is a full one and makes u wonder, why the patriotism when a flight away u can find all that, sorry gringo friends for all the lies

Monday, March 02, 2009

Paris - eating in Paris is like dreaming anywhere else!

This past week, without any posts, was of pure inspiration, I went to Paris. For 7 days I lunched, snacked and dinned, doing nothing else then contemplating the French biggest treasury: its culinary. Paris is the ideal setting to enjoy such amazing food, I am sure that after one week of random walks through its streets there is nothing like it! Each corner that u turn there is a wonderful surprise of incredible balance and beauty.

I have been flirting with a trip like this for some time now, one week eating in the restaurants of this new movement in the French culinary world, called: Bistronomique. This same movement seems to be arriving in Brazil very strongly now, very appropriate given our crisis mode. Is there anything more charming then a little restaurant, with a clear signature cuisine, for only €38? Signature cuisine is the French’s specialty since Carême – I read this week the wonderful “Cooking for Kings: The life on Antoin Carême” – and these days you don’t even have to be French to have a Bistrô in Paris, as I learned dinning in the amazing Le Timbre.

Paris is a city where even the poor, dirty student bar serves an incredible cheese platter, and a very decent food, as I discovered in Le Reflect, where else in the world does that happen? I have to say that I did not only found good cheap food, Paris is also a city of luxury, as the incredible macaroons from Ladurée can bring you to bankruptcy or sugar poisoning in the most delightful way possible. 

In a city of dreams it is possible to eat the most incredible soufflé that I have ever tasted, to the point of considering if I have ever had eaten this dish before, the cloudy texture of it made me think that only in Paris u can eat a cloud and still be on firm ground, right there at Le Cigale Recamier. Paris is not perfect after all is full of Parisians, but I have to say that this unsual touristy week of mine brought me a more understanding view of them, it must be hard to share that, especially when u are craving the incredible pear ice-cream at Pozzeto,  at the sizzling Marais, after the best falafel sandwich that you will have ever eaten and the L´as the Falafel.

If you are into more edgy culinary you are also in the right place, why not check it out the Chez L´ami Jean for a light touch of Basque cuisine/technique in a classical dark bistro, the mix is incredible, like it is to find the George Pompidou with its crazy architecture blending so well with the beautiful classical Parisian buildings, with its iron balconies.  Eating in Paris is also sitting in the outside and feeling the cold winter chill on your cheeks, while u appreciate a glass of wine, or eat a fantastic terrine at the Le Comptoir de Relaix.

We all must live in Paris before we die, maybe you don’t have to live there for real, but it is necessary to take time and enjoy the city other them the classical touristy attractions, I cramped 15 fantastic meals in one week, but other than that just walked, drove a Velib enjoying the liberty of free time I had, just like the chef of Le Pre Vérre does with his slightly creative bistro food. You must also walk into a boulangerie, a fromagerie and a charcuterie even though you do not know (like me) half of the cheese and sausages that they are so proud of.

The closest to tourism that I did was to travel to Bretagne eating wonderful crêpes at Le Chalet 8eme and to the almost perfect, and almost impossible to get a table, Breizh Café. In the end in the middle of craziness of Refuges des Foundues and its baby bottles and the peace of the idyllic Ille de Saint Louis I found a city for foodies but also for those in search of beauty. The week was completed with amazing company from the ones that can cook Tarteflet to the ones that can´t eta half of the things I enjoy, but in the end it all comes together with a nice bottle of red wine (maybe many bottles…).

 

Ps: Caros 3 leitores, em homenagem aos amigos que estiveram comigo e que não falam português esses textos serão em Inglês, desculpe!

Friday, January 09, 2009

Top 5 coisas mais irritantes em refeições e restaurantes

Tenho pensado muito sobre as coisas que mais me irritam em restaurantes ou refeições e resolvi fugir um pouco do escopo do blog e falar minha TOP 5 coisas mais irritantes, não são em ordem nenhuma.

  • Copos de sucos no café da manhã em hotéis – Muito pequenos, porquê?
  • Menus com mais de 20 opções que vc tem uma página só de tipos de filé.
  • Uma descrição toda em francês de um prato (menos na França é claro!) (também sei que isso é uma ignorância minha, mas me irrita)
  • Garçons dizendo que a comida que vc espera a 40 minutos já está vindo, antes mesmo de perguntar na cozinha quando é claramente mentira.
  • Descobrir uma sobremesa incrível depois de ter comido de mais no prato principal (isso é principalmente para eventos em casas de amigos e parentes, quando vc não pode ler o menu de sobremesa antes!)

E vcs?