Food Related Song of the Week

Our theme song: Devo "Gut Feeling"

An oldie but a goodie.

Sure Kikoman can't compete with the subtle fruity, fermented flavours of the soya sauce to the stars, but he can squirt the fuck out of Heinz.

Watch and enjoy.

On a side note I know of a chef who showed the above to a middle aged Japanese woman thinking that she might enjoy such a funny little cartoon, she had left the country to return to Japan within the month.

The chef might have been fluent in French, English and Khmer but he doesn't know shit about the Japanese language.

NPR sums it up
Introducing cookings biggest NERD

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Most Coveted Kitchen Equipment

Both Chef and I would really really really like one of these


Komodo

I've been eyeing it up ever since I did some research a few years ago on "perfect bbq", it essentially works like a kiln except with air flow control, you can cook anywhere between 180 C to 800 C - meaning you could make slow cooked texas style ribs or pizza or even fire your own plate to eat it all on. Plus it's real pretty.

Two things stand in our way. One is the price, basic models start at $1000 USD and two is that we live in a condo.

But once these two issues are resolved it is top of the list

http://komodokamado.com/

Crepes and Company

Today we went to Crepes and Co for lunch, again. I've been coming here for a while now, it's somewhat a Bangkok expat institution and probably the only place that serves anything close to resembling a good old antipodean brunch (although I've never tried the eggs bene)....the restaurant's website states that it's the best creperie in town, more like the only creperie in town.

It's not mind blowing cuisine, it's just ok. They use that cheap packet ham and tinned spanish olives, you know those ones that taste somewhere in between an olive and a bit of plastic...and that about sums up the food. The reason we keep on coming???? Well if I was a tourist I probably wouldn't even bother going here, but Crepes and Co has one of the only tropical courtyard gardens in Bangkok that is actually pleasant to sit in and it makes you feel like you are not inhabiting a Riddly Scott inspired Third World Mega City but instead in some wonderfully verdant tropical oasis. The coffee is ok, a bit watery - yes this is the lengths that people here will go to just to feel like they aren't in Bangkok.

Not that I'm bagging Bangkok, I love it just the way it is repleat with traffic fumes, gridlock, rats and flooded streets and all. It's just nice to pop off somewhere that's not a mega mall for a few hours, you know somewhere human sized and people friendly. Oh the cider's not bad (they don't make it themselves).


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http://www.crepes.co.th/

Sufficient Consumption

The other day Chef and I went to lunch at Le Normandie where Thomas Keller (of French Laundry and Per Se fame) was guest chefing and decided to give it a go in the name of research for Chef's work. So we caught the skytrain down to the river hopped on the ye olde colonial Oriental barge and popped off in the beautifully manicured gardens reminicent of yet more ye oldie colonialism where we caught glimpses of Thai military generals having lunch (sufficiency economy indeed!) and foreign dignitaries pacing the lobby with self importance. We met some friends from San Francisco there who could never get a booking at his restaurant in the Nappa Valley and proceeded upstairs to the restaurant.

The food was....well more than sufficient. The signature dish of Keller "oysters and pearls" was probably the highlight, although I know that if I was to put an oyster with a big dolllop of caviar and cover it all in a butter sauce people would probably applaud me too, although I probably wouldn't be so sophomoric as to place inverted comments around it. It's long been a sign of insufferable pompousness for people to do the whole inverted comma thing when talking, I don't see why menus should be exempted from this judgement. But it was yummy and it did however almost inspire me to break into a modified version of Prince's song "diamonds and pearls".

Other dishes were more demure and tempered skill and technique with subtlely novel flavour pairings (jesus did I just say that?), like the artichoke agnolottti which was so delicate that it seemed as though the pasta had been made only seconds before. Also delicious was the Canadian lobster, great big chunks of claw meat scattered simply with celery leaves and a strange but tastey bread pudding. Although as Chef continued to point out during most of the courses that much of the food owed its succulence to the wonders of souvide cooking - a style of boil in the bag cookery that is basically fool proof when it comes to attaining moist juiciness, this didn't mean much to me as I stuffed tender morsel after tender morsel into my overpriviledge face. The only slightly disspointing course in the meal was the main course (it always is these days) which was basically a super luxe steak with glorified gravy, potatoes and vege. It was rather bland and boring for my liking but chef was rather awestruck by the potato prepared "mille-feuille", if one is allowed to be awestruck by a potato. He said it was an extremely difficult way to prepare a potato. But for me being the hack ametuer that I am, it was still just a potato. Potato poschmato.The bill was, a take-a-big-gulp-of-over-priced-wine-and-sign-away-your-life-for-the-next-few-months, type of bill....was it worth it? For chef yes definitely, a good chance to see what all the fuss is about, and gain some perspective on his own food. For me, well I'm just the lucky bitch who gets to tag along for kicks.

As for the restaurant and the overall atmosphere: well people say that the location of the French Laundry is magical nestled in the Nappa Valley amongst a french country garden, as for Le Normandie I had never been there before and probably never will again. Where Thomas Keller or any so called celebrity chef is a special night out on the town in a developed country, in Southeast Asia its strictly hi so. Le Normandie is all about old world airs and graces. It's dinner jackets and chandiliers, chintz and crystal, boufants and fats cats. Think Barbara Cartland, think Imelda and as I walked in I suddenly began to wish, for only once in my life, that chef was a rap star and that I was at least a pimped out rap star's girlfriend, so that we could at least dine as irreverently as possible in this most pretenious of surroundings. I had a few day dreams while dining of Chef and I as maybe the Wu Tang Clan and entourage making a grand entrance and ruffling the bouffants of a few conservative mega rich dragon ladies. Day dreams indeed, instead chef and I are of firmly middle class antipodean background (read equally uncomfortable in environments of both extreme wealth and extreme poverty) so there was no crystal champagne or swinging off the chandileirs in diamond encrusted thongs for us and instead we just oooohed and aahhhed where appropriate and tried to remember our table manners a la julia roberts pretty woman.

So, to be frank while we enjoyed the meal, the general unease I felt about dining amongst the over priviledged and elite of Bangkok, and the over the top oppulence of Le Normandie left me feeling rather nauseated at both myself, but more so at the regular dinners around me who seemed to be on first name familiarity with the staff there.

amuse my bouche!
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oysters and pearls (no it's not the name of a bad prince song)
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"agnolotti" of "sunchokes"
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Lobster with bread thingy
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Beef with technically difficult potato and other trying vegetables
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pre-dessert palate cleansing goodness
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Dessert dessert not nearly as rich as most of the patrons
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Thomas Keller Le Normandie Bangkok -

food *****
price $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
atmosphere (whoops I just threw up a little bit in my mouth)

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