Monday, June 16, 2008

INNER RICHMOND GLEAM: B STAR BAR

As long as I have been traveling to and from L.A. to San Fran, my Godsis and her hubby had been wanting me to try one of their favorite Burmese restaurants in the city. But for some reason or another, we would never find the time. We always had something else to do, or ended up changing plans for whatever reason. I’d wanted to check out their picks, especially since I’ve only had Burmese food one other time back in DC.

Back-track: Burma Restaurant in DC’s Chinatown is a little hole-in-the-wall space with good food. At the time that I was there, however, I felt that it was a little too “Chinesey” for my liking. Maybe it’s because I didn’t really know what to expect at the time.

Fast-forward: When I was in The Bay a couple of weekends ago, we finally made plans to go to Burma Super Star in San Francisco. However, it was closed for renovations. Luckily, however, their sister restaurant – B Star Bar – was open for business. We called in a reservation, and were on our way to the Inner Richmond. The Inner Richmond is an interesting area, and Clement is filled with a potpourri of culturally-based businesses – mainly Asian. At first glance, I thought it was basically on off-shoot of San Fran’s ever-popular Chinatown (one of the best in the nation, in my opinion). But after looking closer I realized that there is actually a mélange of Asian businesses reflecting Chinese, Korean, Indonesian, Vietnamese, and even Japanese ethnicities. We drove past Burma Super Star, and I was disappointed that it was closed for the day. But that feeling was about to change.

We drove a couple of blocks from Super Star, and scored parking right in front of B Star Bar (that, in itself, was a good sign). There were already people waiting in the doorway of the little spot (I was told that this was a normal occurrence at Burma Super Star). People were waiting for tables at the already filled spot. Luckily, since we called ahead, we were whisked inside, and quickly lead to our table amidst all of the chatter and clanging of silverware and glasses. The place didn’t seem spacious at all, but that was probably because it was pretty much filled to capacity. But the turnover of customers was quick, and people were seated promptly. The first thing I noticed was the ambience and décor of the space. I didn’t think “Asian” the instant I walked in. I actually felt like I was in an old, classic Nantucket café…with wood plank floors, and wood plank furniture pieces to match. There were some lighting fixtures hanging from the ceiling that gave off a vintagey-modern vibe, which softened the dining area a bit. I honestly felt like I was about to skim through a menu of lobster tail, seared sea scallops, and rock fish fillets. If it weren’t for a few Asian-inspired art pieces scattered cleverly around the restaurant (and the green and black melamine chopsticks at each table), I would’ve never guessed it to be an Asian restaurant. Instead, it gave off an impression that the atmosphere was more Asian-“dipped” than actually Asian-inspired… which was fine.

Once seated, we were given menus. I was not at all prepared for what was to come. While I was expecting traditional Burmese fare such as NanJee Thoke (curried noodles) or AMeThar ASane Gyaw (beef and veggies in a brown sauce), I was instead turned to a bistro-esque fusion menu. I’m a fan of fusion cuisine as long as it is done right. As I skimmed the menu, I got a feeling (from the food descriptions) that everything would work out nicely.

I told Lenore, Allan and Tes to run amuck with the menu, and just order for me (since I was the neophyte), but that idea was nixed after we “ooohed” and “aaahhhed” at different menu items for a good two minutes. For starters, Len went with a classic from Burma Super Star: the Tea Leaf Salad. Spur-of-the-moment-ly, I decided to put in an order of Spicy Tuna (a pepper crusted tuna tataki). Following suit, Tes ordered a side of Szechuan Salt and Pepper Fries (perhaps to satisfy the fry-monster that I am), and Allan ordered baguette slices with Edamame Hummus. A lot of food, yeah?! We were a hungry bunch. When it came time to order our main courses, we decided to go with three main dishes, and split them between the four of us. We decided on the Kau Soi (a coconut chicken noodle dish), Beer Fed Pork and White Beans (braised pork belly), and Chicken Biryani – a nod to the famous Indian dish. As quickly as our order was placed, another server brought me a glass of red wine, and the ride was about to move along quickly…

The fries came out first, and was an instant fun time. The Kennebec shoestring potatoes were nicely tossed in “Szechuan” salt and pepper, and came with a garlic aioli dipping sauce. On the spot yum.



The tea leaf salad came next, and was easily one of the best parts of the meal. I had never tasted a “tea leaf” salad before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. The dish was made with romaine lettuce, and was nicely showered with ginger, garlic, peanuts, sunflower and sesame seeds, chopped tomatoes, and a tea leave paste that – when all mixed together – brought a fusion of sweet and salty that was both refreshing and flavorful. It easily had become one of my favorite salads ever created, and I can’t wait to have it again.

The spicy tuna tataki came next; each piece nicely garnished with a sliver of jalapeno. I’ve never had tuna tataki that fell short of quality, and this was certainly no different.

The yum-factor continued with the baguette crisps. Edamame hummus is most definitely interesting and delicious.

When the appetizers were done (we cleaned off each dish like hostages), we quickly prepped the small table for what was to come by piling the dishes together. Servers swooped by and took our finished tableware, and the next wave of flavors instantaneously began to flow.

The pork belly came first, and it was melt-in-your-mouth good. The meat was tenderly cooked, and was served over a bed of jasmine rice, white beans, and bok choy. It reminded me of the flavors of the ill-fated Yi Cuisine’s crispy pata dish, but with the delicate texture of slow-cooked Filipino adobo. It definitely was everyone’s favorite dish.


The Kau Soi and the biryani came out soon after. The coconut curry sauce of the Kau Soi added a nice change of pace after the pork dish, and the bean sprouts and pickled mustard greens gave it a distinctly Asian flavor. The crispy wontons and bean sprouts added a nice crunch, giving the dish some texture.


And finally, the “baked” biryani was just as good as biryani gets – but not at all overpowering with flavors. The texture and flavor were nicely balanced.

Needless to say, we were stuffed. We had dessert plans elsewhere, so we didn’t even entertain the thought. Although their menu boasts a comforting Warm Chocolate Cake, a Black Rice Pudding (which made me think of champorado for some strange reason), and a Vietnamese-style Afogato – espresso drip coffee poured over coconut ice cream, topped with fresh berries and toasted almonds. I’m sure any of these would’ve been a nice way to end the dinner experience, but we had another agenda.

To sum it up, B Star Bar was definitely a nice surprise. Although I had expected the real-deal, down-and-dirty and authentic tastes of Burmese cuisine, I was instead bowled over by a graceful fusion of traditional flavors and modern flair. I wouldn’t exactly call it a place to run to for comfort food, and if you’re looking for super-large dishes to last you all evening (and well into the next), then this place is not for you. For foodie enthusiasts, however, the menu is chock-full of personality and clever wit. It’s perfect for great tastes, awesome conversation, and an overall groovy time.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

BRAVO, JOSE ANDRES!

I happened to flip on the tele (ahaha), and Bravo's A-List Awards is on. They just gave an award to Chef Jose Andres for "A-List Chef." How cool is that? Any foodie should know that Jose Andres is a big-name in the DC area's food culture. He owns some of the best restaurants in the DC area: Cafe Atlantico, Jaleo, Oyamel, minibar by Jose Andres, and -- tun-tun-tun!!! -- Zaytinya, which is one of my favorite spots back east. I have yet to make it to Cafe Atlantico, or minibar... but hopefully I'll get to check them out one of these days. I've been to Jaleo several times, and never did it disappoint. I went to Oyamel before I left DC, but that was when it was still in Crystal City. I have yet to swing through its new spot in the District. And I've had many a great experience at Zaytinya.

Chef Andres is also a collaborator on the up-and-coming SLS Hotel that is opening in place of the old La Meridien in Beverly Hills; another project with SBE (think Area, Hyde, Foxtail...). It's pretty cool that he's being recognized, and representing DC well. This reminds me that DC's foodie culture is definitely on the map. For those of you at 'home,' take advantage of it!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

FRO-YO BATTLE: PINKBERRY VS. RED MANGO

The battle of the “fro-yo” companies is a war that has been waging on for years and years now. From the early days of Dannon’s foray into the frozen yogurt world, to the emergence of giants like TCBY, Penguins, and Golden Spoon, fro-yo was a phenomenon that swept the nation. That is until the whole “juice/smoothie” thing came along (but that’s another story in itself…).

As pop culture continues to spin its ugly head, the masses continue their battle to find simple pleasures with less guilt. Sure, the cupcake craze has maintained a steady hold on trend-scathed America (think Sprinkles, Crumbs, Magnolia Bakery); so has the rage for foreign-based pastries and sweets (Japan comes to mind with Beard Papa cream puffs, and crepes by Genki). But the latest fad to hit the fan in recent years: the resurgence of frozen yogurt; but not your typical TCBY-esque fro-yo. I’m talking the likes of Pinkberry and/or Red Mango.

These new-school fro-yo hot-spots have brought the frenzy of tart-tasting yogurt back to the forefront of mainstream pop-culture. Even MTV has been smitten, featuring Pinkberry as one of several different “spots” on The Hills. In L.A., especially, Pinkberry stores are popping up on every corner – almost comparable to seeing a Coffee Bean or Starbucks; it’s sort of like a fast-spreading disease. For the longest time I vowed not to allow myself to be infected. But being the trend-victim that I tend to be, I marched into the Beverly Hills store one day and have since found it hard not to get my fix. I have been fro-yoed.

Just as I started to come to terms with my addiction, I began noticing the faces of new places popping up while on my many drives around town: Red MangoKiwi BerryYogurberry… (even Loveberry in The Bay). It was as if I was being thrown into a deluge of brands all beckoning me to their stores… kind of like that nightmare where I’m drowning in a sea of Rock and Republics, Citizens, Chip and Peppers, Trues, etc. (OK, so I never had that nightmare… but I often day-dream about that happening. Now that’s the way to go, if ever you had to go like that…) I resolved to stick with one (Pinkberry) and call it quits. But the inquisitive monster inside of me started to play mind-games. I had to know which of the fleet was the better fro-yo: Pinkberry OR Red Mango!?

While visiting The Bay over the weekend, we happened to drive through Palo Alto after I was scooped up from SFO. Originally, I was looking for coffee. But we drove past a Red Mango, and I seriously made my friends stop the car. There was only one mission at hand. So we nixed the coffee idea, walked right into Red Mango, I ordered a regular yogurt with mochi, and was instantaneously sold. Red Mango wins! Not that there’s a serious difference or anything. If you were to dissect a Pinkberry and Red Mango side-by-side, you’d probably get the same shit: hip/mod/minimalist décor, loungey surroundings, basic yogurt flavors (RM: regular and green tea; PB: the same PLUS the new coffee flavor), and a plethora of toppings including fresh fruit (mango, kiwi, strawberries, raspberries, etc.), Cap’n Crunch, Fruity Pebbles, mochi, etc.-etc.-etc. The only difference that I could ascertain: PB -–just a tad more tart (more yogurt-ish), RM –-just a bit less tart and slightly creamier.

But the winner in my book: Red Mango. Not for taste or what have you – but because between them, it’s the first among the two ---originating in South Korea back in 2002. Pinkberry was started later (2005) by Korean Americans, who were both probably enthralled by RM during a visit to the motha’land. I'm all for whoever got to the finish line first. Ha.

So. You may choose your own adventure, and decide for yourself which one is better. I, on the other hand, have spoken. The word of Wen. Thanks be to me.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

THE WEATHER HAS JOKES

Fuck SoCal weather this time of the year. While the rest of the country is in full summer-mode, we're teetering between super hot and annoyingly cold. And as past experience suggests, this will last pretty much ALL of June. The damn "June Gloom" came just as the "May Gray" was on its way out. And while there will be pockets of hot days, they come in-between all of these weird-ass cold days. I seriously go to work wearing sweaters in the AM, and - more than likely - I'm wearing the damn thing again when I'm leaving the office. This is messing with my head. My body feels the cold, and instantly I'm lazy. I don't know what the gym is anymore, and the food keeps flowing into my mouth as if I'm about to fucking hibernate for a long winter. (Yeah, as if someone is holding a gun to my head as I stuff my face every hour on the hour... Right.)

I'm waiting for someone to jump out in front of me, and throw streamers and confetti over my head singing, "This is just a joke, my friend! This is just a joke!"

Ha. The joke is on me. That's just it.

I'm cranky. Damn Celtics losing today doesn't make me feel any better. Fuckers.

Friday, June 6, 2008

DONUTS & ESCARGOT

Today is National Donut Day… or something like that. One of my boyz from back home sent out a link to access a free coupon from Krispy Kreme. I would so be on that, but I actually don’t have time to run over to the local KK. Oh well. I sent out the coupon to my buddies at work anyway, and I pretty much got chastised for not actually bringing in the “real deal” for everyone to share. Uh, I will not have that on my conscience. No sir.

One of my buddies, however, was adamant about having his donut (and eating it, too). So three of us took a little walk to Fritelli’s on Canon. First of all, we get there and it’s “Cash Only.” Who still does that besides the super cheap (and super yum) Thai places in Thai town? Secondly, who only has six (yes, count ‘em: 1-2-3-4-5-6) donuts left at like 11:00AM?! And on “Donut Day,” or whatever it’s called?! So much for the early lunch trip, huh? Thankfully, the time spent equated two of the mandatory 10-minute breaks required by CA state law. It wasn’t so much a loss. I must say, however, that their donut samples were awe-some…
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Since the donut excursion was a virtual bust, I will have to dish on a better foodie experience – both for your benefit, and my own. To re-live yum food moments is bliss. Two Thursdays ago, I met a friend at Le Petit Four in West Hollywood. This cozy French café is in the people-watchy Sunset Plaza, and it’s a great spot to dine at if you’re lucky to get a table outside facing the street. We were seated outside right next to a woman who had a botched plastic surgery job… or series of wrong plastic surgeries. And as much as I feel bad for blatantly saying so (because she was super nice/sweet; yes, we exchanged a few words here and there), it was just painful to look at. Anyway. Back to the food.

We decided to pick a few things to share: escargot, Maine scallops salad, and chicken Marsala. My friend hadn’t tried snails before, and the only time I tried them previous was at some random Chinese restaurant in DC’s Chinatown eons ago. (I skipped the time my younger brother was all over the snails that our cooks prepared for us during one of our visits to The Philippines years-years ago.) The experience at the Chinese restaurant was absolutely forgettable. I felt like I was eating something rubbery doused in oyster sauce. Same with the escargot. But this time, the little guys were already shucked out of their shells, and nicely baked in a pesto sauce; still rubbery-feeling, but tasted fine. Not sure if I’d brave the traffic on Sunset for that experience again, but it wasn’t a bad thing at all. The chicken Marsala was good… but it wasn’t any different from the versions I’ve had at other outposts (Say Maggiano’s?! But yeah, Sherlock, Maggiano’s is Italian… same difference in this case.). The chicken was nicely prepared though… thin, yet juicy. And the Marsala sauce wasn’t too sweet, and not too bland. 3.5 out of 5 stars. The mashed potatoes/beets that accompanied it, however, was outstanding. The crowned jewel of the meal, however, was easily the Maine scallops salad: nicely seared (and fat!) scallops scattered over a mix of field greens and baby spinach… winner! The balsamic vinaigrette added a nice touch, too. If there’s anything that I would go back for – it would be this salad.

Overall, the experience was a nice one. My friend’s sister actually works as a server there, and she ate with us before her shift started. She totally scored us an employee discount, so that made the whole experience all the more worthwhile…! But even without that perk, I would go again. I’d 86 the escargot, though.

PS: This photo of the scallops salad is not mine, nor am I sure if it's from Le Petit Four. But the salad I had looked just like this one. Thanks to www.taunton.com for the awesome pic!