Thursday, December 30, 2010

Julians Dining Room and Lounge: Delicious food unexplainably let down

Cold and wintry, Jullians was only open in the Zebra Room Lounge this December. With seating capacity of 6 tables, it was directly adjacent to the bar festered with rowdy rednecks with blown-up egos. I was within an earshot of their whiskey-laden machismo-convo for my entire dining experience. And the waiter’s service was NOT helping…

But the menu definitely was. Refined and simple- a sign that Jullian’s has seen many, many moons. It still carried choices of salads, burgers, pastas, and seafood items. The price points for martinis (on the first page) were astounding- $5.95 for anything from a signature Jullian’s martini to a key-lime concoction that was very tempting. But with other plans ahead, I delved right into main course- Chicken Marsala ($16.95), Jullian’s Classic Roast Beef dip ($8.95), and sides of garlic mashed potatoes ($3.50) and (for piquing my curiosity) a Gorgonzola cheese sauce ($3.50). To round things off, a savory-sweet Pumpkin cheesecake ($5.95) was ordered at the end.

My malady started when service became spotty- failure to replenish water (he had just 2 tables to attend), a fork for dessert, or a plastic bag for the carry-out. His saving grace was that he was personable and well-mannered. The food was surprisingly good and showcased the tenure of whoever was cooking it in the kitchen. The Marsala had a great range of earthy flavors that the button mushrooms just catapulted out of the ballpark. The chicken was moist and was cooked to perfection. Another notable feature was the humble looking cheese sauce served in a small side bowl. It was so flavorful and rich that I ended up using it as a versatile garnish on both the entrées. CALLING ALL CHEESE LOVERS! I highly recommend this one. The roast beef dip was nothing extraordinary, unfortunately. It needed something extra to really call it one of the restaurants signature dish. What was a toss-up was how scalding hot the mashed (actually, creamed) potatoes were. I liked them that way- better than served cold, right?

As dessert arrived, I realized that this place really needed to focus on ambiance and service- the food just happens to be half the equation of a dining experience. Exhibit A- Stonewood, a chain restaurant directly adjacent, had a completely packed parking lot. Exhibit B- I can concede that this wasn’t the main restaurant, but Steve even forgot to turn on the front sign light the evening we went.

IN A NUTSHELL: Go for the food. The ambiance and service match the tide of the ocean a block away. Chef, I am sorry that you don’t come out of the kitchen and see how well your food is being received and note how everything else could be improved.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Tomasita's: Finally, a Cuban Delight

This humble-looking spot is right beside the gaudy Red Barn Drive-thru-only Beverage Station (yes, use it as a landmark). I opened the door and found it to be a small restaurant (10 tables max) with the smell of pork undulating everywhere. While I briefly waited to be seated, I cracked open the menu and broke into a deep grin. I knew I was in for a treat.

So many choices


that were well priced. How many times do you find that these days? From ceviche ($7) to empanadas to Cuban bbq pork platter (their signature dish for $10), the menu showcased a focused-array of Cuban specialties. After much deliberation (trust me, my stomach went schizoid on making a final decision) I decided on the Pan Con Lechon ($6.95) and for an appetizer, the Tortas de Frijolles Negros ($5.95) and rounding it off with Flan ($4) for dessert.

The Tortas were okay. I’m saying this because of a skewed preconception that the Tortas would be soft and gooey on the inside. The black beans were cooked but not to a creamy slop that would’ve complemented the lake of sour cream that it sat in. The cakes were crisp on the exterior (which I loved) but the cilantro, key lime, and serrano pepper flavors that were promised on the menu description were obviously absent. If I hadn’t preconceived it, or become temporarily illiterate, this dish would have fared very well on my tongue.

On the other hand, the Pan Con Lechon ($6.95) was wonderfully done. A perfectly crusty Cuban bun hugged the moist pork. Moreover, the pork was especially loved by everyone on the table (same pork butt, served different ways, in different dishes). Comments flew back and forth about how chunky the Cuban-style bbq pork as well as being equally moist and juicy. What I particularly liked, however, was that I could SUBSTITUTE the plantain chips (which came automatically with the sandwich) for a more flavorful combination of Yucca fries with a mojo dip for NO EXTRA CHARGE!

For dessert, we opted for flan AND bread pudding ($4 each). The crowd pleaser turned out to be the bread pudding, which was more like an undercooked chocolate brownie served with a drizzle of butter! It was charmingly unexpected- a definite surprise for bread pudding lovers. Again, being the lone wolf of the group, I was all over the flan. Superior in its caramel flavor, it also had a forward orange taste that only subtly hinted at vanilla at the back palate. It was good, different, and definitely something I’ll remember of Tomasita’s.

IN A NUTSHELL: A delicious new place in Deland. Go before the lore of the good Cuban food brings throngs and a long waiting time. Different and varied choices of beef, pork, chicken, and shrimp will want you coming back for more than just a Cuban sandwich. Ask to be waited-on by Jodie to top good food off with equally good service.

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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Dixie Crossroads: Southern seafood flavors with a vivid past

Mr. Thompson and his sewing machine belt. That’s how Dixie Crossroads came to be. Or was it a pair of scissors? As I sat in for a quick interview with Dawna Thorstad, the Director of Sales and Marketing at Dixie Crossroads, I was quickly drawn into stories of all-you-can-eat rock shrimp for $5 and campaigning for environmental protection of rock shrimp spawning grounds to Lorilee Thompson’s (the present owner) leonine fishing adventures. All I could ask to myself was why has this place not come to my attention sooner? And what’s this rock shrimp hoopla all about?

All I figured was rock shrimp took off in a big way once the shell was cracked and the gold inside revealed it’s deliciousness. And old Mr. Thompson had figured out just how reap the reward. Initially, a pair of scissors split the bugger in half… soon, a sewing machine belt was brought in to peel through thousands of them.

God alone knows I hate driving. But I ventured out with a fistful of expressway toll change and a dismal-looking Mapquest print-out to a place I’ve only been once before: Titusville. But yours truly made it out there- with all my ten fingers and a healthy appetite. To my surprise, this place is big! I sat in a booth, quietly looking over the ‘moat’ filled with swarms of Tilapia when the server landed some corn fritters dusted with sugar on the table (complimentary). It was a good way to start, but to make double sure, I also ordered a Dixie Rum Runner ($6). Both were sweet with the latter easing my post-driving tension and the former setting my taste buds free. I started to browse the menu for some choices, but what caught my eye was one of the specials they were running- BBQ shrimp ($9). I still wanted to try the rock shrimp so I ordered them with classic southern grits ($11).

When the server came back, she offered an absurd BIB. However, my hesitancy over it quickly evaporated when the plate arrived. Four large shrimp atop a sumptuous ochre-colored gravy with a ridiculously addictive smell that wafted off them was nothing short of SUBLIME. In true Louisiana-style, these barbecue shrimp were shell-on. A highly fragrant buttery sauce of garlic, Cajun spices, and herbs were sopped up with a (smartly accompanied) piece of buttered toast. The sauce was tangy and oily. The oiliness would have been a good thing if the toast wasn’t oily as well. However, the main part of the dish was masterfully cooked and jolted my brain into a Southern state of mind. The best part of this entire dish was to suck on the SHRIMP HEADS to grasp even more complexity of bayou cuisine. TMI? GET OVER IT AND GIVE IT A SHOT. Live a little. I highly recommend it :)

After almost mouth-vacuuming the dish clean, the (rock) shrimp-n-grits arrived within moments. Alas, I wish I hadn’t tweaked this dish by substituting rock shrimp for regular shrimp. They were a little tough and didn’t showcase the entire flavor profile well with the grits. I must say that rock shrimp don’t taste like other shrimp do (overcooked or not). They actually have a blend of different crustacean tones that in my mind form a vague blend of shrimp and lobster tastes combined. The grits on the other hand were great. Buttery, yet flavorful, the grits simply glided down my throat as though they were on a slip-and-slide. Then, a squirt of dopamine in my brain consciously reminded me of how addicting Southern food can be especially when it’s done right.

IN A NUTSHELL: A vivid historical restaurant with a great range of seafood items on the menu (land lovers don’t be afraid- there’s plenty for you guys as well). Remember to pay homage to the rock shrimp when you get here and congratulate Lorilee on her father’s foresight for what a sewing machine belt can REALLY be used for. Did I mention they have a full bar? And modest price-points for lunch and dinner? The restaurant has a hodge-podge of décor that changes from room to room (it’s a big place) which only indicates it’s long history and unique Titusville charm. On your way out, make sure to score a few cups of fish feed for the hungry tilapia right outside. And yes, they are only kept as pets- never to land in your stomach.
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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Gurtzberry: Delicious grab-and-go

I guess the tweens and high school girls need a spot to do each other’s hair and talk about boys. Or about their dictatorial math teacher. Or the bitchy looks a girl gave them two months ago for a full two seconds. But I like Gurtzberry and prefer to skip out from the social lounge.

It’s a (I can’t believe I’m going to type this) cute place- a roomy place with a few colorful seats and artwork. The counter is clean, simple, and always staffed with a helpful employee. The fruit ingredients are freshly displayed without a hint of muddled maceration that old, bruised fruits have. The tart yogurt (delicious even when eaten plain) marries with your choice of fruit to create a sweet, nutritious, and fresh summer libation. This is my alternative to Lollicup (read another review about them).

At this visit, I chose a green tea smoothie with double mango and pineapple (you get three choices to blend into your concoction). My reasoning was that I’d get a mango green tea smoothie with a hint of pineapple sweetness. What I got was a pineapple green tea with just a whisper of mango- an excellent culinary example of how certain ingredients disproportionately influence the outcome over others. Note to self- no pineapple unless other ingredients are sour. Delicious, nonetheless.

IN A NUTSHELL: Great smoothies and frozen yogurts at a moderate price. If you’re a spring chicken (which, alas, I’m not anymore) it’s your hangout spot as well. Set on a side-street of trendy Park Avenue, it’s perfect for something light and refreshing while you window-shop in the neighborhood.
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Thursday, July 29, 2010

El Potro (Winter Park): All Hail the Mighty Flan!

El Potro is a weird name for a restaurant. You have wrestlers, matadors, and even vain men that claim to be "El Potro" (in English "The Colt") but a restaurant?

Look, I'll be the first one to admit it- I'm not a big fan of Americanized Mexican cuisine. Refried beans? Not unless I'm drunk. Tacos? Pass. Enchiladas? Baby food. Not my favorite cuisine unless we are talking REALLY authentic stuff from Oaxaca...

So I was surprised that I was coerced into going to El Potro. I guess it was because it was a lunchtime buffet and rather than being whiny, my logic dictated that I would find *something* that I would deem digestion-worthy if not delicious.

On the buffet line, there were the usual contenders- chimichangas, tacos, salad, some mole here, and some guacamole there. But what was labeled as "Carnitas" definitely caught my eye. Sizeable chunks of pork in a savory sauce was the first entree that landed on my plate. Of course, I was curious about the mole so I put a tad bit of it also besides the carnitas as well.

The pork was very sublime. I could already envision that the cook in backline had been making this recipe for many, many moons. It was subtly spicy and just moist enough for the tender pieces to work their magic on my taste buds.

The mole on the other hand didn't fare as great. The sauce was diplomatically neutral- not too sweet, salty, or savory. Which was fine, however, the pieces of chicken in them were overcooked and so dry. It is my assumption that the chicken was a casualty of being out on the buffet for a little too long.

I just kept going over to the carnitas. They were that good. But another jewel awaited me when I finally wanted a little bit of dessert. In the midst of fruits, ricotta, yogurt, and other quickly forgotten items was a very humble looking flan. I thought it was worth a shot, as I have never come across a bad flan in a Latin establishment.

What I didn't expect was a beautiful flan. Yes, beautiful. She was a vision. A creamy white maiden that just danced in my mouth. Flans usually taste of sugar and caramel as soon as they hit your tongue. However, she was different- first the cream, then the whole milk, and finally an underlining sweetness rounds off the palate. This flan was superb. I especially like when a dish reveals itself in layers and this is exactly what she did. A flan apart from all others. This place is misnomered. "LA POTRA" would be befitting for such a prized item.

IN A NUT SHELL: The lunch buffet should always showcase this flan. The emphasis is not on caramel, but milk. Delicious. The carnitas were good too. Mondays and Tuesdays are 2-for-1 margaritas all day long (they were perfect). A moderately cheap bite, even after alcohol.
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California Burrito Express: Late Night Drunk Fave!

You're bouncing up and down in a club, you're slurring, and you can't talk anymore because the alcohol is finally getting to you. And if you're like me, you don't get horny, you get hungry. You go to California Burrito Express.
Now, please don't drink and drive. Be smart enough to get there by manipulating the designated driver with the last ounce of persuasion before you finally succumb to the alcohol. It will be worth the drive to Colonial-Fashion Square Mall area. It's not going to be fancy or entertaining. It's just going to be a midnight rendezvous with a delicious burrito.
Be mindful of other customers- at least one will be homeless and some others are like you- drunk, tired, and huuuuuuunggry. It's when I've had one too many martinis that I realize the beauty of refried beans and two burritos loaded with beef ($7). Stuffed with small chunks of red meat goodness, the burrito is dotted here and there with guacamole and salsa.
At a separate small salsa bar, you'll find crisp taco chips with a spicy salsa verde and a milder red salsa. There's also a few other things such as a carrot-chunk salsa and onion-tomato salsa that are rotated daily, but I never seem to get to them. The stomach voraciously calls for the burrito and drunk brain only seems to oblige.
It's delicious. It's what your stomach needs to soak up that vodka, rum, gin or whatever you're drinking loaded with ethanol. And it's a welcome reception. As it glides into your stomach, your mouth agrees that some spicy salsa verde mixed into the burrito would make it a better experience. Not that you need more entertainment- sometimes you get very lucky. For instance a few months ago, some drunk frat group came in with their girl 'friends' and the overheard conversation was something like:

*Girl crying* "Whyyyyyyy, wuhy does he not lyyke mi??"
*Accused boy politely leaves the restaurant to avoid a scene for a cigarette*
*Girl continuing to ensue drama with her gal pal* "We'd be so purfect togethar"
*Muffled sobbing* "I think I'm going to use the bathroom"
*Semi-concerned other girl* "Omigod, should I come with you? Please don't say you're gonna puke."
*Homeless guy in the corner pays attention to what will happen next*


Who needs late night Springer on a flat screen when you get live entertainment?

IN A NUT SHELL: Go for a real meaty burrito. They claim to be busy with the lunch crowd in the Fashion Square Mall area but at night, it's just as fun. It's clean and well lit inside and out. It's where the old Fazzoli's was and the interior decor hasn't changed much. It’s a cheap bite and one of the few places around the city that are open 24hrs.
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Lollicup: The Pearl of Mills-50

It's a yellow outcrop of a much bigger complex. And the golden ticket is the Taracado. It's unexpectedly yummy. Welcome to bizarre Wonka-like Lollicup.

You'll meet Tom- the Asian Willy Wonka. His mustache is long enough to pique your curiosity. A charming chap, he's there to make all the little kiddies happy and introduce them to BOBA (tapioca pearls) and other exotic concoctions.

Lollicup's a drink-specific franchise that is focused on bringing some very foreign flavors and textures to Orlando. It also makes iced-coffee and at one point (though not any more) served delectable small sandwiches called Bahn Mi (I’d advise them to bring those back).
I went there originally because I've seen their sunflower-like sign so many times that one fine day I found myself with a few extra bucks to spend on something I really didn't know anything about.
WAS I LUCKY, OR WHAT? Tom's assistant, a very sweet woman (whom I didn't get introduced to) gave me A-grade advice. Rather than suggesting some sweet tropical fruit blend, she peered straight into my eyes and said "Try the Taracado. It's very good. You won't believe it." It was a risk worth taking- Taro root and Avocado- but it turned out to being equivalent to giving someone a drink of water after a very long walk in the Florida sun. HEAVENLY. As soon was the frozen blend hit my tongue, all my salivary glands exploded simultaneously. My pupils dilated denoting a ‘wow’ moment. My tongue wrapped around that straw like a boa constrictor. Need I say more?

Creamy, sweet, made with real avocado, this drink has been a frequent visitor to my mouth ever since. Taracado is like a seductive one-night stand that just can’t be one. It keeps appearing in your mind every time you jones for a sweet treat. And she can be as deceptively naughty in vanishing after the performance.

IN A NUT SHELL: Follow the neon signs of Lollicup or you'll miss it. For $5, take a chance on your very own Wonka-experience on Mills-50 at Lollicup. Though they have a vast menu, the Taracado is a clear front-runner. If you think you’re going to go there a lot, get a frequent visitor card that they punch after every purchase- the tenth one should be free.
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Monday, July 5, 2010

Graffiti Junktion: Tasty. Great Service.

It's in a happening location. It's where Midnight Blue used to be. Seems like they Craigslisted a spray painting event one weekend and graffiti'ed the shit out of the place- picnic benches inclusive.
Graffiti is a simple concept- hamburgers and loudness. Mix a few specialty hamburgers there, a full bar here, and a lively atmosphere. Bam! Graffiti Junktion.
I ordered the Potato Skins ($6) with cheese, chives, and bacon (there's chilli and sour cream served on the side). This was delicious but very temperature sensitive. As soon as they got cold, they were not as enjoyable. However, it must be said that the delectability of these skins lies in their semi-crisp exterior that leads to a very addictive crunch and slobber.
For the burger course, I had the Green Mountain Burger($11)- fried egg, cucumber, a ham, pickle, american cheese, tomato, and a thick slab of hamburger served with fries. The hamburger definitely had an "oo-la-la" moment. Any food lover with a soft spot for a sunny-side egg on a sandwich/burger would find virtue in this entree. I had asked for the burger to be well-done and so it was- however, I must note that it still retained its juiciness as well as a nice not-too-charry taste that the grill imparted on it.
This establishment has some of the friendliest servers around. I didn't meet one that had anything else on their mind except serving the client. Maybe it was a good day or maybe it's just fact. Great service isn't to be overlooked.
IN A NUT SHELL- This is Thornton Park. Even a burger joint isn't super cheap- no matter what the decor might say. Drinks will rack up your bill (I do love my ShockTop! - $4 on draft). The service is good- i.e., the waitresses seem to really care about you. The fries could be less salty but this place truly has an unpretentious quality where you can relax and gawk in an otherwise hoity-toity neighborhood.
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Monday, May 3, 2010

Four Rivers Smokehouse: Sugary Texan Barbecue


Sugarland is a country music band. For their namesake, if they performed at Four Rivers, it would be ironic.

Yes, sweet would be the word for Four Rivers. As Texas barbeque goes, this doesn’t sound far from precision. However, I keep wondering if Dixie Sugar is a business partner in this enterprise. In other words, can they use a little LESS sugar? The main course was a premonition of pre-dessert. Here, diabetics should be trespassed.

Moving forward, in my opinion, the proof of the barbeque is in the pork. For lunch, the Southern Pulled Pork Sandwich demanded my attention (and money). With the option of two sides, I wound up actually ordering three- fried pickles, collard greens, and the baked beans (another very telling item). The place is set like a traditional bbq shack where you come inside to order and eat out on the porch communally. I ordered and went outside with my tray to find a seat. Alas, lunchtime is not seating friendly as cunning office workers reserve 6 seats in advance for their water-cooler cronies that were still in line ordering.

When I finally found a spot, I sank my teeth into the baked beans first. It was sweet. Too sweet. I understand the concept of sweet baked beans but I conjured up my dentist having a field day with my cavities if I had them every day. Bits of pulled bits of pork with black peppercorn and onion; it also packs a latent spice-heat that builds one spoonful after another.

The fried pickles were dynamite. To date, they’re the best I’ve ever had! Sour and salty, the pickle had a crunch that was outmatched by an uber-crunchy batter. The collard greens were also good. Small chunks of pork (not pulled) appended great flavor to the partially-rendered collards. Deliciously hearty and well balanced, it was also slightly… sweet.

Finally, onto the sandwich- it was good but not the best. The pulled pork was judiciously moist, juicy, and flavorful. But again, it’s the sweetness that takes this sandwich over the edge. Sugar, I found was a trailing similarity in all the dishes except the pickles. Even the sauces were sweet (your choice of sweet, and sweet-spicy).

IN A NUT SHELL: Don’t go for the hype, but go if you expect sweet barbeque. A handy bulldog will help seat-hogging office workers become more obliging in offering up a place to sit during lunch hours (lol). First timers should try the cornbread salad. Above all, don’t leave without some fried pickles in your hand and/or stomach- they may even convert pickle haters. Tell the proprietors to invest in glass domes for the cakes (yes, more sugar) they display to prevent flies from nibbling right at the counter.
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Cress Restaurant: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Or should I sequentially say the bad (app.), the good (main), and the downright ugly (dessert)? Cress is a swank little place in downtown Deland. With deep blues and tasteful furniture, the décor of this place has a semi-formal feel that pleases the crowd with refined tastes.

Upon being seated, we were offered a watermelon Gazpacho amuse-bouche. With subtle tomato sweetness and a mild pepper finish, it was good. You would think that this would be a sweet version of a classic, but the watermelon wasn’t ripe- hence, I felt the watermelon crunch without the obvious watermelon flavor. It didn’t detract- rather, I thought it was smart.

For the appetizer, my companion and I simultaneously asked for the butternut squash “Ravioli” as it was clearly the most unusual. Supposedly stuffed with grilled fig (it was lost in the dish- more of it would have been a very good thing), the butternut slices were tough and very chewy. If it weren’t for the cheese sauce drizzled over it, the poorly executed dish of improper batter-and-fry would have failed completely. To scrounge for a silver lining, the fried sage and walnuts were sensible garnishes.

The tenderloin of Ostrich beckoned my tongue towards main course. With mushroom and thyme grits, blackberry demiglace, and parsnip crisps, the plate was replete with a kaleidoscope of flavors. The decadent grits were cooked perfectly and complemented the meatiness of the Ostrich by not only adding smoothness but also layering aromas. With seasonal pea tendrils as an added garnish, can we say this dish was DELICIOUSLY COHESIVE? The demi was not spicy and reminded me that this is one of those moments when you realize that one can be so creative with vegetables. The Ostrich was moist and juicy. For beginners, Ostrich tastes like a blend between chicken liver and beef. All the characters in the dish worked as a delightful symphony of color, texture, and taste.

For dessert, I ordered flan. What appeared before us certainly wasn’t. Seemingly cooked by an amateur, it was too-burnt and semi-sweet. Most awkwardly for a restaurant that takes pride in being chic, it was presented with a rounded edge (from the baking dish it was pried out of, presumably) still present. Cress, please specify that this is a savory version- else, you might get some very insulting looks from people that were expecting the sweeter Latin kind. Above all, exercise some continuity in your dinner and dessert presentations.

IN A NUTSHELL: The chef cooks Ostrich well. He also has a few standard Indian curry options (Tuesday night is ‘curry night’) when half the party wants Indian while the other doesn’t. The atmosphere is casual formal. The service is good but the food requires some double-checking before it leaves the kitchen. Bring your own fork- the fancy one they had isn’t very friendly to the fingers.
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Hollerbach’s Willow Tree Café: Sneaking German food into a generic menu is our specialty


They sure know how to pack in a busy Sunday brunch crowd at Hollerbach’s! With 65% of the items being nontraditional German food, I could tell that German food is NOT their traffic-maker.

Being recommended by two different German acquaintances of mine, I traversed to sleepy little Sanford on a perfect spring day. I was expecting a small eatery, but this place was sizeable with several rooms, an outdoor patio with live music, a bar, and a separate dessert counter. My companion and I settled for the best bang for our buck- the Schlachthaus Platter Für Zwei ($26.59) with German potato salad, sauerkraut, sweet red cabbage, and Leberkäse.

Where to begin writing about this spread? Let’s see, three different sausages were presented- Bratwurst, Weisswurst, and Knackwurst. {It is worthy of mentioning that this is the proprietors’ grandfathers’ personal recipe that is specially made in Wisconsin and shipped directly to him.} The Bratwurst was thick, meaty, and (not surprisingly) salty. The casing was a little chewy but the innards were good. The fatty Knackwurst was bold with accents of pepper and onion. Of the trio, the Weisswurst was a personal favorite- soft, perfectly seasoned veal, with a mouth-watering creamy texture to the sausage. The Leberkäse (think of it as bologna or exalted spam) was a well-seasoned slice of pork. Mildly smoky, it was smooth and so soft to chew on. It would have been the clear front runner had the exterior been crispy- as that is traditionally how it’s made. Another accompaniment, the Kassler (a boneless smoked pork loin slice) was salty and lightly fried with a fabulous pork jus. To round off, the meal was served with horseradish and mustard dippings.

The red cabbage was tart and almost syrupy sweet. Which was fine, however, I even noted the sweetness in the potato salad (more like rough mashed potatoes) with parsley and ham bits in the mix. I found this to be a little unappealing. The sauerkraut was a miss as well- there was not a single note of granny smith apples as advertised (it would have greatly helped this dish).

On a whim I ordered Spätzle with Rahm sauce. It turned out to be a VERY addictive side item and was quickly devoured. The Spätzlebrett method produced uneven, random-sized bits of doughy goodness that were so fulfilling. They just slid down my throat while my tongue concurrently screamed for more. Don’t you just love whims?

To go the extra mile, we ordered their German chocolate cake. SPLENDID. Light layers of cake with equally light frosting layers danced in my mouth over chocolate shavings. I didn’t like the Chocolate Pistachio Cake- it was obviously an old prisoner of the fridge.

A special thanks goes out to our server- Cory. You really knew your restaurant, its history, and even your boss’ history. We felt grateful to be under your brief care.

IN A NUTSHELL: Not that you have many other choices, but this is a decent way to sneak some German food into your belly for cautious first-timers. A full bar establishment, try dinner hours if you want more German food selections. This place has been around for a while and it continues to grow and morph (hence the weird American options on one page, while entrée words you can barely pronounce on the other). Try and spot the owner- for a hint, he can pass for Santa Claus.
Hollerbach's Willow Tree Café on Urbanspoon

Sunday, May 2, 2010

BJ’s: Neutral… like the word “Pizookie”


BJ’s is in bustling Millenia. Attracting mostly mall shoppers who want ambiance, mediocre food, and a decent bill, BJ’s has that formula down pat. A wide range of items in their menu, it’s safe to say that BJ’s appeals to the mass audience. Their famous Pizookie being prime example of mediocrity and middle-of-the-road, BJ’s is a crowd pleaser because it is neither despised nor adored.

According to our server, I just happened to order the best thing on the menu- Parmesan Crusted Chicken. It also happens to be one of those entrées that has a very enticing picture of it.
The entrée arrived on a hot plate with the parmesan aroma infusing the surrounding air. In sequence, these were my thoughts about it:
1) The sweetness of the mild parmesan combined with the potatoes was delicious.
2) A temperature dependent dish, the thin slice of chicken quickly began to lose its allure as it began to cool. I didn’t taste the white cheddar in the mashed potatoes.
3) However, this dish was cohesive largely in part due to the lemon-Chardonnay butter sauce that tied everything together.
4) Sun-dried tomatoes gave the pallid plate a splash of color however roasted red bell peppers would have given a better panache to the flavor profile.
5) Fresh basil was supposedly the garnish for this dish according to the menu description however, it was absent. A lemon wedge (I guess its substitute?) did provide acid that worked wonders.
6) The blonde Ale ordered with this meal was an excellent pairing.
7) The broccoli was overcooked to bruised florets.

SEE WHAT I MEAN? PROS AND CONS that leave you feeling indecisive about this place.

Adding more indecision is the vastness of the menu. Lots of selections that have a very… for the lack of a better word, neutral feel to all of them. The flavor range in any of the dishes (from cheeseburgers to tacos, or deep dish pizzas to chicken tenderloin) seemed to be not too sweet, not too salty, not too spicy, and not too bitter. If BJ’s is headquartered in Switzerland this shindig would come full circle.

The Pizookie is nothing but an attempt at a giant soft cookie. Then again, who doesn’t like cookies? I rephrase that- cookies, too, can be average.

IN A NUTSHELL: This is a good place to go with people you DON'T know too well. High vaulted ceilings give a very roomy feel to the space and a full bar with specialty beers will help the conversation flow. With lots to choose from, your dinner companion will probably find something up their alley- and subsequently feel neither ecstatic nor horrible about their selection.
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Saturday, April 24, 2010

ANNAS POLISH RESTAURANT: A STAR IS BORN


Anna’s is cathartic. This is the only word that comes to mind post-dining that truly sums up the experience. After a very long time, I have stumbled upon a place so worthy of kudos. Do you know the feeling you get when something deep down in your soul says “This is special”? Well, this is one of those moments. After having my taste buds electrocuted back to life, truly, I came very close to finding the Olympian of Restaurants. Read on… this blog is a must.

Upon arriving, I was a little shocked how small the place was- about 15 tables max. I took my seat and ordered pierogis right away. Watching years of Martha Stewart (née Kostyra) does that to you. A plate filled with them appeared 10 mins later. They were boiled with a caramelized onion oil drizzled on top. A duet of potato-and-cheese and pork dumplings, they were delicious. It was at this time I had realized that I had stumbled upon a gold mine. I proceeded with extreme caution towards the main course- surely, with a starter this good, you almost wince in fear that the rest would only lead to disappointment.

The main course DID NOT disappoint. Rather, it only took my tongue (leashed to my brain and belly) to another stratosphere. Pyzy- yes, a word without vowels only wows. Sublime, the next American Idol, the lost Arc of the Covenant… call it what you want, this dish certainly threw my tongue into a mini orgasm. Potato dumplings stuffed with pork, it was different from the pierogi. Soft yet with enough structure to encase the meat it bore, these Silesian dumplings smothered in mushroom sauce are the equivalent of Soul Food. If my brain ignored satiation, I would have ordered this dish over and over again.

It is worth mentioning the side items at this establishment. Of notable attention is the beet root salad. Beet lovers, YOU ARE FORBIDDEN from passing this up. EXQUISTELY CRIMSON! And oh so delicious. Another star was the cucumber salad- such freshness from thinly sliced cucumber and sour cream can ONLY BE GENERATED IF HIGH STANDARDS OF FRESHNESS ARE KEPT. Cucumber being so sensitive to the elements, I quickly noted that they were sliced very recently and marinated in dressing just before serving to preserve the subtle crunch and sweetness. As far as the beet salad, it’s the best in town with the appealing color (another attribute to freshness) and texture.

Impressed would be a down play of what I felt. Gratitude would be more accurate. Anna treated us to a trio of desserts that were all homemade. The Nalesniki were divine and the clear front runner in an otherwise very good dessert platter. The Pychotka with walnuts were also good. Somewhere, Martha is smiling.

We left with congratulating and thanking Anna. She needs some kitchen help. I felt a little sympathetic to her work life as she is there from 6am to 2am every night! Please connect with her if you can ease her burden. Her son works the front of house- he would be the one to get a hold of.

IN A NUTSHELL- A GOLD MINE. Anna has nailed Polish food with her primary ingredient- love. I rate this place very high. It’s up to her son’s business skills to take her talent to the next level. After having the opportunity to interview her, I believe this place has the potential to become major.
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SMOKEY BONES: SMOKEY WINGS AND CHEAP


Smokey Bones has done a 180 since being dumped by Darden. It’s evolved into a semi-sports bar that still keeps some of its casual Darden dining feel. Smokey Bones has definitely changed up price points. All of a sudden, I feel like a little chick wanting to scream- CHEAP, CHEAP, CHEAP!

The smoked wings were great and so were the beer specials. Yes, gentlemen, please get rev up your beer bellies for Smokey. I had a “big boy” Miller Lite for $2.50 and that’s not all- liquor was also a bargain at $5 for a double shot of Absolut. Let’s just say this place has the blue collar people in the Fashion Square Mall area smiling cheek to cheek.

Smokey has a lot of specials that change daily-heck, even hourly. We were there early afternoon and missed their happy hour (between 4-6pm) half-priced appetizers. As I recall, they have trivia night every Thursday. So much going on, so little time…
From a foodie perspective, their barbeque sauces were notable. From about 4 different ones that they land in front of you in squeegee bottles, I thought the honey mustard went perfectly with the wings. The sauce was a great elixir of mild mustard spice with a soothing lip-smacking sweetness. I just couldn’t have enough of it. When I depleted my wings, I even experimented with the sauce on celery sticks.

IN A NUTSHELL- Guys, this place is decent and cheap. Did I mention, cheap? The number of flat screens they have are proportional to the number of specials they have. Ask for their barbeque spice-rub shaker- it tastes exactly like the powder you’d find on barbeque potato chips. I hang out at the bar and the service is always awesome. Somewhere, Ale House execs are worried about their competition…
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Friday, April 16, 2010

Linda’s Winter Park Diner: Why, Linda, Why?


Linda’s is located on prime real estate right on Fairbanks, yet its food is so saddening. Bland, cheap and made like a roughage stop, Linda’s diner fails reasoning why a diner in a good location for business would succumb to such low standards.

First off, as a “classic” diner, this place only accepts cash. Don’t even think about swiping your plastic over some pre-Cambrian era cash register. Being promptly seated, I ordered the meatloaf with mashed potatoes as a side. The meatloaf was standard and satisfactory but definitely not something to write home about. What I did find objection to was the mashed potatoes- clearly this was powdered, reconstituted crap that you get from a box. Why, Linda, why? For the sake of a few dollars, you really had to stoop to this?

On a positive note, the service was good and well received. Several waitresses checked on us and kept topping-off our iced-tea and coffee. It was appreciated.

IN A NUTSHELL- A definite roughage stop. But you can find tastier roughage stops until Linda takes a hint.
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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Green Lemon Café: Amanda’s smart business move


The Green Lemon Café’s sign only advertises as “Café” in the strip mall next to Tijuana Flats. Yet, you should go here instead of the latter. It’s a small (and a bit cramped) place. However, what you’re surrendering for luxury, you are more than making up for some tasty crepes.

Service is fast-food style. You hunt down a menu at the counter, browse, and order with the person at the register. You find a seat, and food is eventually dropped off to you. My companion and I ordered 4 different crepes- the Norwegian, the Lemon Delight, a Raspberry Chicken Crepe, and a Prosciutto Fig Crepe.
The Norwegian was by far the most daring. Garnished with a dusting of paprika, a mélange of red onions, capers, and salmon on a whole wheat crepe was nothing short of sublime. The way all these ingredients came together made me realize that this place really takes their craft seriously. The salmon was fresh and non-fishy smelling- even more reason why you should give this crepe a shot when you go to the Green Lemon.

The Lemon Delight could only be explained as a perfect after-dinner crepe. Highly fragrant with beautiful lemon overtones, this crepe is like a seductive siren that lures you until you find your nose almost crashing into the plate. Exceptional sweetness with a mild tart finish, this crepe is married with lighter-than-air whipped cream.

Raspberry and Chicken- at first thought this crepe was not for me. From the moment my companion ordered this one, I wasn’t really looking forward to even sampling it. For some reason, I’m not a big fan of sweet meats (the only exception being ham). Yet, this was the surprise of the course. In my opinion, it was the thinly sliced pieces of chicken that made this dish successful. There was just the right amount of meat texture that complimented the raspberry jam. The addition of cheese in the mix bonded two very different flavors into a heavenly combination. So good was this crepe, that it has converted me into appreciating sweet-meat concoctions. You’ve got to try this too- it will make a believer out of you.

Alas, the disappointment- the Prosciutto Fig. It was… bad. Astringent and oddly savory, you would think this one would be a shoe-in on a white crepe but it left a very unpleasant aftertaste. The problem was the prosciutto wasn’t fresh- the odd smell of it completely foiled the dish. Weird, but true.

After all was said and done, we had an opportunity to talk to one of the proprietors- Amanda. A restless woman, she quickly asked how was everything while her eyes flitted about processing about five other things in her mind. She mentioned something about Saturday & Sunday brunches between 10am- 2pm and extending her Café’s selections to flat breads while offering beer and wine on the menu as well. When I asked about how she came about opening a crepe concept restaurant, her response was a smart business-like one: she looked around the Winter Park area and decided that crepes were a niche market that people would come specifically to her for. And crepes she does well… how do you like 'em apples?... er, crepes?

IN A NUTSHELL- Enjoy some great crepe concoctions modestly priced. Try the European blend coffee that has a strong, mildly-bitter finish as a complement to any of your crepes. Say hi to Amanda and tell her to relax even if the store rent is killing her. After all, she is brains behind this very delectable business. All crepes are made with white or wheat batter, so choose carefully what you pair your toppings with. This is a good place to stop when you’re in the heart of Winter Park looking for a sensible and satisfying snack.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Café De France: A Pleasant Surprise


It was a cold rainy day on Park Avenue when I stumbled into Café De France. All I wanted was a bowl of warm soup to defrost my bones when it dawned on me that this place was so much more than that.

A brief look at the menu denoted that this place certainly specialized in classic French cooking. Not surprisingly enough for me, the simple soup turned out to be a full-course lunch and an adventure in technique, precision, and refinement.

My companion and I ordered soup and then for appetizers the Terrine and Escargots. The soup was a mushroom base with a burgundy wine reduction. Creamy, smooth, and thick, the soup almost coated my throat warming me up from the inside out. The Terrine was executed perfectly- not-too-thick slices accompanied with toast. If the slices were thick, the Terrine would have overpowered the taste buds due to its dense character. It was savory and texturally semi-smooth. Overall, it was a pretty standard and well presented. The Escargots were the highlight in the appetizer section. They were perfectly cooked and seasoned with butter and herbs. Who knew snails could be remotely comforting? For the faint of heart, I highly recommend to try this establishment’s snails. They will not disappoint. On the downside, the toast that both appetizers came with was a little soggy- quite possibly since it was rainy and humid outside. However, they were a slight distraction in the mouth to an otherwise fine start.

For main course, I thought I would be a little daring and take up any recommendation the server made. He came out with a medium-rare cooked duck breast with a cranberry sauce. I have never tried duck medium-rare and again the execution of the dished that made it quite successful- the duck was sliced to a perfect thickness with a semi-crisp skin and a very pink interior. Furthermore it complemented very well with the tart, semi-sweet cranberry accompaniment. The dish was topped off with a dainty bundle of cooked asparagus. The portion size was modest, but I was already feeling the effects of satiation from the soup and appetizer course. It’s a beautiful thing when your desire to eat delicious food contradicts the logic of the stomach. Please note: Medium-cooked duck is not for everyone… some perceive it as too chewy while others like the smoothness of the duck meat when prepared this way.

For dessert, I opted for an Espresso and a Crème Brûlée. Again, a classic dessert prepared wonderfully- I was especially happy when I found out that the caramelized sugar crust was not just a very thin layer. Rather, I had enough of the delightfully crunchy crust for every single bite of the Brûlée.

IN A NUTSHELL- Your bill will not be cheap, but your mouth will be very educated in classic French dishes after this experience. Set like a traditional small French Café, this place feels comfy in a small setting. Expect good food, prepared with technique and thought, and presented in a clean but stylized manner. For the wine lover, they also carry a modest collection of wines from around the world. A good place for a special weekend lunch.
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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Guavate: Mediocre except for the Sorrullitos de Queso


This is a classic example where the hype overtakes the experience. I’m a lover of Puerto Rican food. When UrbanSpoon listed this place for its top picks around town, I immediately put it on my wish list. It didn’t matter that this place was on the other side of town- surely, I thought, if the food is expected to be good, the miles don’t count at all.

I researched this place ahead of time as usual. The website had their online menu available and I planned exactly what I wanted to sample from the wide selection of food they offered. Upon arrival, I was regrettably informed that some of the dishes (I wanted the Surrullitos de Maiz but was also informed by the waitress of a few other dishes) that were unavailable. This was not a good start to what I expected a brief but joyous encounter with Guavate.

Upon my server’s suggestion, I opted for the Surrulitos de Queso and some Pastellilos de Carne. The later was nothing to write home about. Rather, it was quite bland- an absolute lack of sazón. Furthermore, the muddled salsa-like dip that it was accompanied only confused my tastebuds even more. A beam of hope appeared with my teeth sank into the Surrulitos de Queso. Slightly crispy, not too greasy, and popping with piping hot cheese, these were the stars of the appetizer course. The light sweetness of the corn imparted addictive synergism with the melted cheese goodness encased in a perfect little package. I was so impressed that I ordered FOUR more orders of this delicious work of craft (you only get 2 small surrulitos per order).

I opted for the Pernil lunch portion and again I was not impressed. If I hadn’t gone there with any expectations, I would’ve reviewed this part of the course as mediocre. However, my tastebuds were anticipating a perfectly cooked, melt-in-your-mouth, pork dish. Instead, I was presented with a moderate portion size with one crispy skin bit to munch on. Granted, this is probably a chicharón amuse-bouche for the lunchtime customer, but the Pernil didn’t upstage the crispy skin. Rather, the skin eclipsed the mediocre Pernil. A tragic (yes, that would be the best word to describe what I felt at that very moment) culinary move that brought the entire eating experience crashing down (if it weren’t for the company, this would have been the finale). The Tostones included in the order were dry and required many sips of water to down one bite. I neither finished my main dish nor requested carry-out boxes- this meal could not have been revived even if a defibrillator was handy.

To round things off, I requested the Tembleque for the both of us. Again, it was average- sweet, dense, and dusted with cinnamon, it was nothing special.

IN A NUTSHELL- Go to snack on the Surrulitos de Queso. Everything else was quite forgetful and unmissed.

Guavate

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Clarkie’s Breakfast/Lunch Diner: This is dive heaven


Clarkie’s is culinary pulp fiction. This place is on a very visible strip of Orange Ave. just about a mile away from downtown. Yet, you’d pass right by it if you didn’t know better. The sign is grungy and advertises orchids for sale. The restaurant looks like a caged hut that has weathered many hurricanes. Upon entering, you notice the small room with really, REALLY tacky furniture. Trust me, it only gets better from here- Clarkie’s is by far the most strangely enticing brunch stop in Orlando.

I asked for coffee and I got it in a cup advertising the Korean Christian diocese of Orlando. I was still gawking at the dollar-shop décor/crap festooned over the shelves when I ordered a Power Breakfast Special- eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy. Though the food spread was typical of any breakfast joint, the gravy was especially notable. It was perfect; not too thick, not too runny- a golden balance between the two extremes packed with flavor. On a separate occasion I asked the server (apparently the only server at Clarkie’s) to surprise me with anything he recommended. A fresh but modest Rueben sandwich appeared and was quickly devoured. The rye bread was on the thinner side than normal but definitely appended it’s aroma to the meat sandwiched within.

The proprietor, Miss Lee, is a character in her own right. Suspicious and cold at first, she quickly warms up and even pulls a seat to have a conversation with return customers. With her strange propensity to repeatedly check the restrooms (I’m guessing for broke/homeless hiding customers), she also happens to possess a secret delicacy for Korean-savvy people. Just ask for some of her homemade Kimchi- a pickled cabbage condiment/ingredient ubiquitous in Korean cuisine. Her Kimchi is semi-spicy with strong vinegar and fermented notes in between crunchy cabbage leaves. I recommend you try it with any entrée- besides, it’s free.
I was happily tingled with Clarkie’s. I must thank my companion for spotting it in the first place. It only goes to show you that ambiance doesn’t necessarily have to translate into pompous extravagance… it can be ugly-beautiful. And just as awesome.

IN A NUTSHELL- An absurd atmosphere with hearty food for a very cheap bite. Say hello to Miss Lee and appreciate her eccentricities as you dine. This place is so local (even within their own neighborhood), so non-trendy, and so far from pretentious. Go to Clarkie’s for a real bite of local dives.
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Friday, February 26, 2010

The Greek Corner: Simple food, Greek flavors (even in the Italian options)


As the traffic clogged Interstate-4 meanders through the heart of Orlando, it takes a small hop over Lake Ivanhoe. The lake, a placid blue gem, is also home to an equally quaint (and blue) Greek restaurant.

I've heard and known about this place for many moons. And interestingly enough, it has taken me several visits to write this review. I suppose I grown accustomed to this place.

Greek Corner is not new and it's not swank. You’re not going to go there to impress on a first date (unless it's a blind one and you need the picturesque lake view as a conversation starter). This is a place meant for small groups of close-knit friends to enjoy simple food and gossip over some beer and wine.

At one occasion, for an appetizer, I ordered the calamari which was fine- tasty, but suspiciously imitating prepackaged, frozen bag flavors. I requested extra wedges of lemon whose acid greatly improved the dish. The accompanying marinara was scant and definitely needed to be more generous. I proceeded things with the Greek salad. This is the pièce de résistance of the restaurant- an intricate marriage of hearty, simplicity, and delicateness. The crunch of the lettuce contrasted with the dressing, and the acid notes of feta cheese gave great flavor to the dish. At first bite, the tongue gets busy deconstructing everything but it’s at the very end that the integrated bolus becomes greater than the sum of its parts. I can’t get enough of a salad- imagine that. I’m usually conquered by this salad feeling completely satiated without even having space for coffee at the very end. My mother should take note of this and stop complaining that I don't get enough fiber into my diet.

On other occasions, I’ve tried the Chicken Francaise and a lamb Gyro. I noted the clean Greek flavors even in an Italian dish such as the Chicken Francaise- lightly battered chicken with a sauce that was not too creamy and but pleasantly lemony. On the Greek side, the lamb Gyro was very satisfying with definite layers where the tongue can clearly taste every single ingredient- almost like reading this very sentence. Semi-thick slices of well-done lamb with roasted red bell-peppers and onions were embedded in pita bread that was wrapped in foil. This Gyro pairs very well with either of their Greek beers (I’ve tried both). A side of homemade potato wedges rounded off the plate to a sensible lunch option.

The service has always been decent. It’s definitely not for the needy customer who wishes his server to hover around him or her like a fly. Return clientele are always greeted with a smile… and occasional Greek banter if you’re native.
Try to score a shot of Ouzo at this place. I prefer it after the meal as the licorice spirit acts like a post-dining mouth-freshener. The name of this establishment misleads it to be an exclusively Greek menu. However, I have given the proprietor the benefit of the doubt that he probably wants to attract a broad consumer base... and sneakily turn them on to Greek cuisine.

IN A NUTSHELL: When in taste doubt, ask for lemon wedges. It enlivens all their entrees up. It’s simple food at a not-so-expensive bill. An ideal place for an outdoor lunch. Gobble the gyro as you watch I-4 pulse rhythmically over the bridge on Lake Ivanhoe. This is soul food- Greek style.
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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Agave Azul: Where South Orlando Hangs on Tuesday nights


In an otherwise normal mall off Conroy and Kirkman road's intersection lies Agave Azul. At first glance, the outside ambience of a patio, blue hues, and potted palm trees is probably promoting a Miami-style atmosphere. I suspect that this place was for a relaxed dining. So, I decided to take a friend out for a casual dinner on a weeknight.

We went to grab a bite around 7:30pm and this place was already packed. Upon seating, I promptly asked for a margarita and jumped straight into the main course as I had already done my homework on them online (by the way, everything matched up- price points, selections, and specials).

I ordered the Quesadilla Guadalajara with grilled steak. It was good- no complaints. But what truly surprised me was the side of rice that was neatly present on one corner of the dish. It was dotted with bellpeppers, beans, and onions. If there wasn't minimal chewing involved, I would say it melted right in my mouth. So delicious and enticing was this elixir, that I quickly forgot about the quesadilla as I had never had such perfect Mexican rice in my life.

On the other side of the table, my friend wasn't hungry. He ordered a $5 taco salad which was surprisingly filling. I ordered Churros for dessert to give him something more to munch on. That was probably the best spontaneous decision of the evening. I was astonished to find how mouth-watering they were. Soft on the inside, cinnammon crunchiness on the outside, two different dipping sauces (purists will find virtue in sticking to the chocolate one)- it was a perfect ending to our meal. I would go back just for the rice and the Churros. If you were in my shoes, you'd be sounding crazy like the previous sentence too.

The service was decent though spotty at times. I kind of surmised that he was overwhelmed by the throngs of people in his section so I'm not going to downplay his efforts.

I think this place is packed because of value AND ambience. In tough economic times, Agave Azul has a smart business concept that lures people in for value and keeps them there for a tasty bite enshrouded in a casual-chic layout.

IN A NUTSHELL- The Mexican rice is a must try. It comes as a side portion to many of the main entrees. This is a place to hang out with your neighbor and meet a few others that you probably noticed at the local grocery store. Tuesday night is $2 margaritas.

Agave Azul on Urbanspoon

Monday, January 18, 2010

Bento Sushi: Good ambiance, tasty bite


I like sushi. I heard about this place from a few other foodies and decided to check out the downtown location (they have another one in Dr. Phillips) with a few friends.



As usual, I did my homework online. I checked out the website and upon arrival, everything matched up- same prices, same selections. So far so good. However, what I didn't expect was ordering up at a counter and then having someone drop off your food to your designated table. The website doesn't really detail that this is a semi-cafeteria concept style restaurant. You order and you tip BEFORE you actually get seated (and I assume pray that the service is worth the amount you put on the receipt). For some reason this didn't jive in my mind- the ambiance was modern-artsy with high ceilings and chic thread chandeliers. Which juxtaposed with the idea that you're tipping someone you have not even met yet. Is this some form unconventional business practice?



On the up-side, the food was great. The menu selections were numerous and boasted cheap-priced meal combos. I tried a sushi combo box and every sushi piece was flavorful, balanced, and kept me wanting more. The plating presentation was cute- a multi-sectioned plate with the similar sushi grouped together and other accompaniments neatly separated. I also tried the Sunomono salad with ponzu sauce. The flavors on a crispy bed of greens were well-layered and the ponzu just made it pop- a very smart and delicious concoction. If I had to be critical, it would be that the octopus slices weren't very fresh. However for an $8 salad, it was quite good.



Finally, the price of the entire event is something worth mentioning. For 3 people the bill was under $50 after $10 tip (yes, I tipped that blindly) AND tax. Now that's a value.



IN A NUTSHELL- Expect food drop-offs with minimal service. Good food for a great value. I'm going back (this time to the Dr. Phillips location).
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