Monday, May 24, 2010

Chicago: Sugar Bliss Cake Boutique

CHICAGO
Like I said earlier, I wasn’t successful in tracking down a good Chicago dog or deep dish pizza during my visit to the Windy City. But you know I can always find a city’s best cupcakes.

I can’t say that I visited various cupcake bakeries in Chicago to declare Sugar Bliss Cake Boutique as having the “best” cupcakes. But after doing some research on discussion boards and tasting them first hand, I feel pretty safe calling them so.

Sugar Bliss started out as a cupcake catering company and then opened its first retail store near Millennium Park in December 2008, which means it’s really convenient to find if you’re a tourist like me. (It’s also close to the Macy’s store.) The bakery was started by a former financier who got bored and went to culinary school in Paris, returning to create the many flavors that make up the menu at the store in Chicago’s Downtown Loop area.

Like other cupcake shops, Sugar Bliss offers several daily flavors (the popular ones include Red Velvet and Black and White) and seasonal flavors (this week is a multi-colored bright Cotton Candy cupcake). The cupcake sells for $3.50 each and mini versions are available at $1.50 each. All the cupcakes are decorated in a flower pattern, which is unique compared to the typical swirls. (But for the record, I do like the swirls because the flower petals can sometime look like dollops.)

I got three mini cupcakes so I could try a few flavors. I went with the popular selections (according to the counter person), which was the Red Velvet and Black and White. And I also got the Chocolate Cappuccino.

The red velvet is actually called Texas Red Velvet because the owner is originally from Texas so I guess she uses a recipe popular there. The cake was really moist and I really enjoyed the cream cheese frosting.

The chocolate cappuccino had a really distinct coffee flavor in the icing, and the chocolate cake was just as moist (maybe too moist because the top of my cupcake broke away from the bottom as I ate it).

But I think my favorite of the three I tried was the Black and White. I can see why it’s so popular. The moist chocolate cake is balanced by a pure vanilla icing that was not too sweet yet refined. The beauty is in the simplicity and purity of the flavors that make the combination such a classic.

Sugar Bliss is a cute shop with just a few counter seats. People come far to purchase dozens of cupcakes for special occasions and I can see why. The cakes are moist but not crumbly and the icing (a variety of either butter cream or cream cheese) are balanced and light. IMHO, this beats a Chicago dog anytime.

Sugar Bliss Cake Boutique, 115 N. Wabash St., Chicago. PH: 312.845.9669. Open daily. www.sugarblisscakes.com

More cupcake travels:
Georgetown Cupcakes (Washington, D.C.)
Crumbs Bake Shop (New York)
Cake Couture (Honolulu)

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Local Farmers and Artisans at Chicago's French Market

CHICAGO
The local and sustainable food movement is slowly building across the country, and a small part of it seems to have found a home in a commuter train station in Chicago's West Loop neighborhood.

The Chicago French Market is an indoor marketplace inside the city's MetraMarket station. It features about 30 vendors who are a mix of farmers, merchants, specialty food purveyors and food booths. The market is a modest space, but it's an interesting place to find unique items like candied popcorn to French macarons to local cheese.


I'm not exactly sure how old the market is, but it feels like it's maybe just a year old because some vendor spaces still need to fill out. Also, it didn't seem that busy when I was there, almost like many local people still don't know it exists.

The French Market does appear to be a popular place for the business lunch crowd. The West Loop neighborhood is west of City Hall and the financial district, so it looks like a few people come here during their lunch hour to eat at the mini food court. There were a few French-related food booths, but there were also several ethnic spots selling Korean and Vietnamese food (I was shocked to see a banh mi sandwich for sale for $7).

I ended up getting lunch at FLiP Crepes because I wanted to stick to the French theme. I got a Provencal crepe that was filled with ham, arugula and tomato. It was pretty good, and I also got a cup of beef barley soup that was also satisfying. Other people munch on sandwiches and salads from other vendors. One vendor called RAW served up vegan dishes and I actually tried a sample of their hummus that was really thick and tasty.

Of course, there were lots of options for dessert, from chocolates to gelato to these colorful macarons from Vanille Patisserie. I was about to purchase a couple to take with me on my plane ride (I was leaving that afternoon) but the girl at the counter was so slow helping people before me, so I guess I just have to come back another time to Chicago and the French Market.

Chicago French Market, 131 North Clinton (at Randolph). www.frenchmarketchicago.com

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Chicago Dog — FAIL

CHICAGO
My long weekend in Chicago was chaotic and exhausting. I got to spend a lot of time with my family and tried some interesting food. But I have to be honest and say that I think I failed when it came to trying some of this city’s classic culinary delights.

For example, I left without eating a deep dish pizza. FAIL. I couldn’t squeeze in a trip to any of the four Rick Bayless restaurants (the guy is lazy and doesn’t work on Sundays AND Mondays, which turned out to be the only free time I had with my nephew’s graduation taking up much of Saturday). DOUBLE FAIL.

But probably the most disappointing of all is that I left without eating a Chicago hot dog. MAJOR FAIL.

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I had a list of possible locations to check out the legendary hot dog topped with pickles, hot peppers and creamy mustard. Despite the warnings about no ketchup on a Chicago dog (you know I’m a ketchup fan), I was still up for the taste challenge.

After doing some research, my short list included such buzz-worthy locations like Fat Johnnie’s Famous Red Hots, Superdawg, and the extremely popular Hot Doug’s (where I read the wait can be up to an hour).

But what I realized when I arrived in town was that all these popular hot dog places were nowhere near the heart of the city. Some of them were close to the airport or in some outlaying neighborhood that wasn’t even on my hotel map. And because I didn’t have a rental car, I wasn’t about to pay $10-plus for a taxi ride just for a hot dog.

Also, I was with my family and they aren’t die-hard hot dog fans like me. But on Friday, the day my younger sister arrived with her family, my brother-in-law suggested getting a Chicago dog. He asked someone at our hotel and they recommended Mister J’s Dawg ‘N Burger, which was just a few blocks from the hotel.

Mister J’s definitely had the ambiance of old town Chicago with its greasy-spoon décor. A scan of the menu showed various hot dogs, Italian sausages and gyros. But nothing yelled out “Chicago dog” or at least nothing was labeled such. All I saw was Vienna beef dogs.

So instead of getting a Vienna beef dog, which for some reason reminded me of Vienna sausages in the can, I got an Italian sausage with sweet peppers. So really, is a Chicago dog any kind of sausage that you eat in Chicago with peppers on top? That’s pretty close, right?

Well, my brother-in-law and nieces got the Vienna dog, which I’ve learned now is the elusive Chicago dog (not called Chicago dog when you’re there like how Chinese food is just food when you’re in China). So at least I know how it looks. And my Italian sausage was fine, although slightly dry.

I did get a banana milkshake at Mister J’s and it was perfect!

Mister J’s Dawg ‘N Burger, 822 N. State St. (at Pearson), Chicago, PH: 312.943.4679.

More dog love:
Hot Dogs Put on a Show (Show Dogs)
Frankly It's More Slim Dog than Hot Dog (Let's Be Frank)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Chicago: Bite Café

Eclectic Dishes at Colorful Neighborhood Joint
1039 N. Western Ave., Chicago
Ukrainian Village
PH: 773.395.BITE
Open daily from 8 a.m. to 10:30 p.m. (till 11:30 p.m., Wed.–Sat.)
Major credit cards accepted, reservations only for six or more
Web site


CHICAGO
When you get out of downtown Chicago with its gorgeous architecture, everything starts to look pretty low, plain and simple. Then neighborhoods begin to look alike.

It was in one of these nondescript neighborhoods that I ended up at Bite Café, a Bohemian-type eatery where the body ink is plentiful and the food is hard to pin down. I’m not even sure what the neighborhood is called (Urbanspoon has it down as Ukrainian Village so I’ll got with that) — all I know is that it’s west of downtown Chicago.

My childhood friend Angel brought me to Bite because it’s close to where he lives and he likes the casual, approachable food. I was all game for something non-touristy, and Bite is anything but touristy.

The comfortable and cozy dining room is headed up by Chef Brian Ferguson, who Angel says likes to keep the menu changing with the ingredients he finds. The restaurant is next door to a bar called The Empty Bottle — a dark, dingy open space where bands play live music.

Since Bite doesn’t have any liquor, customers can go through a short connecting hallway over to The Empty Bottle — either to wait for a table back at Bite or to pick up some pre-dinner drinks, which is what Angel and I did while his partner, Bob, waited at our table.

Side note: The bar was rough around the edges and had a real working class feel. So I wasn’t about to order my usual martini. I got a glass of whisky, and the friendly bartender gave this great recommendation of a smooth whisky that I loved too much because I drank another and that began my road to oblivion. So yes, this dinner recap is tainted by blurred whisky memories from that evening.

Back at Bite, the menu was limited because of its changing nature. Bob went ahead and ordered the artichoke fritters ($6.50), which actually looked amazingly tempting because I love artichokes. But I’m not a fan of deep-fried foods and that looked as deep-fried as any fritter can be.

Instead, I got myself a salad. (When I travel, salads are my friend albeit boring.) Here’s the house salad ($4.50) with romaine lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and red onions. There are several choices for the dressing and I got the tomatillo avocado dressing. This is where I blame the whisky because I don’t remember how the dressing tasted. I do remember that all the greens were fresh and the salad hit the spot.

Chef Ferguson’s menu, as I hinted at earlier, is hard to describe because while it sounds like conventional American pub food, it also has tiny twists that incorporate ingredients or styles from Asian, Native American, and Mexican cuisine. For example, Angel ordered the Pad Thai ($11), which I also love but the dish didn’t seem to fit the café-bar atmosphere of Bite.

Bob ordered the Pecan-encrusted Catfish with honey-mustard cream sauce served with corn pudding and collard greens ($14), a very Southern-inspired entrée.

I went with the slow-roasted, organic, free-range pork ($14), which totally sounds like something I’d get in California except it came with a huge Navajo fry bread on top. I’d never tried a Navajo fry bread, but it’s a bit like the Indian naan. The pork itself was prepared with a spice rub that included six chilies and was served with a red cabbage-green apple slaw.

What I do recall about my pork dish was that the meat was perfectly cooked, tender and juicy. I remember taking a bite or two of the fry bread and that the slaw was light and crunchy. Overall, I enjoyed the dish as well as the overall vibe at Bite.

Everyone whom I saw eating at Bite looked like regulars, or at least they seemed really comfortable in the environment. With its moderate prices and creative dishes coming from the kitchen, Bite is a tasty spot with lots of character. Just hold the whisky.

Single guy rating: 3.25 stars (Hipster comfort food)

Explanation of the single guy's rating system:

1 star = perfect for college students
2 stars = perfect for new diners
3 stars = perfect for foodies
4 stars = perfect for expense accounts
5 stars = perfect for any guy's dream dinner


Bite Cafe on Urbanspoon

Past travels:
The Spotted Pig (New York)
Le Bar (Buenos Aires)
Tango Contemporary Café (Honolulu)

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Chicago: Hugo’s Frog Bar and Fish House

Where Everything’s Big and Loud
1024 N. Rush St., Chicago
Near North Side
PH: (312) 640-0999
Open Mon.–Fri., 3 p.m.–midnight; weekends, 11 a.m.–midnight
Major credit cards, reservations accepted
www.hugosfrogbar.com

CHICAGO

On my first night in Chi-town (I wonder if locals hate that nickname as much as San Franciscans dislike Frisco?), I went with my family to a restaurant within walking distance of our hotel at the tip of the Magnificent Mile. Hugo’s Frog Bar and Fish House had the look and feel of Chicago, and it was bustling for a Thursday night so I knew we were in the right place.

Hugo’s has a cute outdoor seating area along the sidewalk that had a real French feel. Inside, the bar was packed and dimly lit and the whole place had a real clubhouse type of vibe, where politicians probably broker deals over glasses of scotch.

There were five of us, including my nephew Chris whose college graduation I was attending for the weekend. After waiting a few minutes for our reservation to be ready, we were seated at a table near the center of the dining room. Although Hugo’s has a steakhouse feel, it definitely leans more toward seafood as demonstrated by the huge lettering along the ceiling with words like “lobster” and “escargot.”

And to demonstrate how fresh the seafood is at this place, our waitress brought out a platter of today’s catch. Raw seafood always look so beautiful to me, and I wanted to just have her sit that platter down so I could enjoy myself some sashimi (the Japanese word for thinly sliced fish eaten raw).

Side note: The sound at the restaurant is deafening. I could barely hear my sister and niece who were sitting next to me as we tried to catch up. Even though it was Thursday, it felt like a Friday night with people dressed up like they were going out to celebrate the weekend.

Hugo’s has a typical seafood menu, but it also offers a three-course prix fixe dinner for $29.50. My brother-in-law, niece and I were heading that route until our waitress warned us that the dessert offered in the prix fixe could feed a whole table (which begs the question why put that dessert on the prix fixe for one?) so she suggested one of us go the prix fixe route to get the dessert and the rest just order off the menu since all entrees come with a choice of soup and salad.

Dinner started with some seafood that were in season, including raw oysters ($2.50 each) and soft shell crabs ($16). The oysters, served with cocktail sauce and a dark mignonette, were OK but it didn’t seem as refreshing as ones I get back home in San Francisco.

The soft shell crab was lightly battered and then pan-fried. While the crab tasted great and the shell was easy to eat through, the plate still had a bit of moisture so it defeated the crispiness of the crab.

Most of us got the soup — either New England clam chowder or the lobster bisque. I went with the bisque, and my bowl had a brilliant orange color and I thought the consistency was spot on in terms of thickness. But the flavor really lacked much to remind me of lobster. It could have been tomato bisque for all I knew. (I couldn’t tell if my niece liked her bowl of New England clam chowder because she’s going through this spicy phase and doused her bowl with black pepper.)

There was a bit of a lull between our soups and entrées. So I just let my eyes wandered along the wall with all the framed photos and posters with references to frogs or Chicago or fishermen. Near us was this odd covered booth where a party of four can sit in almost like dining in a cone of silence.

Our entrées arrived and my sister dug into a fluffy looking lobster tail ($42), which looked a bit lonely on her plate. My nephew ordered the steak and crab cake ($46.50) while my brother-in-law got the grilled salmon ($25.75).

My niece got the prix fixe with the petite filet mignon. It was served with this humongous broccoli. Doesn’t the petite filet look even smaller next to that broccoli tree? (OK, the perspective may have been skewed also by my camera angle.)

I got the sauteed frog legs ($23). Hey, when you’re at Hugo’s Frog Bar, you have to do it, am I right? I do love frog legs, especially prepared the French way, which is pan-fried in butter. That’s how they do it at Hugo’s and my plate, when it arrived, looked big. I think there were maybe seven or eight frogs on my platter.

As I ate the legs, I was struck by the moisture on and around the legs. I’m starting to think there must be a quality control issue in the kitchen where they pan-fry things and let them sit and maybe develop moisture that then softens the food. That’s what my frog legs seemed to be like — nice in brown color but soft and slightly wet. There wasn’t much caramelizing to bring out the sweet flavors of the frog and instead they tasted bland.

Too bad because I was trying to introduce frog legs to my 17-year-old niece and she tried one of the legs for the first time and didn’t like it. I probably wouldn’t like frog legs too if Hugo’s version was the first ones I ate.

For dessert, the prix fixe menu listed key lime pie, and the waitress was right about it looking really big for one slice. (We kind of expected it because people around us were getting huge desserts brought to their tables — all with a steak knife stuck in the middle, which I think is an odd presentation.) That one slice was enough for all of us.

While the meringue looked beautifully torched and had a sweet, light texture, none of us liked the filling, which was gelatinous and lacked any key lime taste.

Hugo’s has live music on Fridays and Saturdays, so I can see how this place can be quite popular for the music and party atmosphere (there were a few birthday celebrations around us). But when it comes to the food, it seems just a step above an Outback. The ingredients may be the finest in the area, but the kitchen seems to lack the attentiveness to maintain that freshness onto the plate.

Single guy rating: 2.25 stars (Classic vibe, moderate food)

Explanation of the single guy's rating system:

1 star = perfect for college students
2 stars = perfect for new diners
3 stars = perfect for foodies
4 stars = perfect for expense accounts
5 stars = perfect for any guy's dream dinner


Hugo's Frog Bar & Fish House on Urbanspoon

Past travels:
Cantler’s Riverside Inn (Annapolis, Md.)
El Trapiche Steakhouse (Buenos Aires)

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Hello Chicagoland!

I bet you're probably wondering why I've been so prolific the last few days, right? I mean, I've been posting every day for the last week. That's because I've been creating a stockpile since I won't be posting for the next few days. I'm heading to Chicago for a long weekend to attend my nephew's college graduation. So like the good Chinese mom that I am, I didn't want you guys to be left without anything to read. If you haven't read any of my posts the last few days, then take the time to catch up over the next few days while I'm away.

Since this is mostly a family trip, I'm not bringing my laptop and not really sure how much time I'll have for checking out the food scene in the city. But you know I can't resist checking out some food-related things during the four days I'm in the city. If you're not following me on Twitter, then you should because that'll keep you up on my food doings while I'm in Chicago. I'll be back on Tuesday and will be posting about my short trip. Have a good weekend!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Public House at San Francisco’s AT&T Park

Des Jardins Scales Down for Sports Fans
24 Willy Mays Plaza (at 3rd Street), San Francisco
China Basin
PH: 415.644.0240
Open daily, 4 to 11 p.m. (open for lunch during day games)
No reservations, major credit cards accepted
www.publichousesf.com


One of the newest food options during the San Francisco Giants’ new baseball season is also the most prominent: the revamping of the old Acme Chophouse.

I never got a chance to check out Acme, which was created by esteemed local chef Traci des Jardins when the new stadium opened up 10 years ago. During the off-season when the Giants were getting ready in Scottsdale, Ariz., Chef des Jardins did some spring training of her own and refurbished her space at the entrance of AT&T Park and created two concepts in one — a small version of her Mexican spot Mijita from the Ferry Building and a new gastropub called Public House.

I checked out Public House with my fellow baseball friend Ken. We decided to go while the Giants were on the road so as to avoid the probable madhouse when they’re in town.

Public House definitely garnered most of the space post-renovation (leaving the brightly colored Mijita to one side), with its 22 flat-screen TVs and huge display of metal beer barrels at the center bar. We arrived early because the Giants was playing in Florida with a 4 p.m. game start, so by the time I got there after work, it was already the sixth inning.

First I had to decide what to drink. Public House, as you can imagine, has a nice long list of beer by the draft. I asked our waitress, who was superb the entire night, about the IPA listings, which turned out to be beer from small, independent makers. Apparently they have more of a distinct hop flavor, so I went with the Bear Republic Racer 5 IPA from Healdsburg.

For the food, you can imagine that there were a lot of deep-fried goodness. Ken didn’t need much convincing as he ordered the Pacific Cod Fish and Chips ($12). Along with his fish and chips, he asked for some malt vinegar, which he used as a dip.

Public House also has an extensive list of specialty hot dogs and sausages, but I was tempted by the daily specials. Every day of the week there’s a specified special, and on this day it was Baby Back Ribs ($18). (FYI: Buttermilk fried chicken day is Sundays.)

But before my ribs arrived, I got a Romaine Salad ($6.50). Looking at the picture, you might think this is a Caesar salad, but it wasn’t because there was no parmesan cheese or creamy dressing. Instead, this was like a Caesar-lite salad because it had a lemon anchovy vinaigrette. I thought this was a nice, healthy alternative.

My ribs arrived with homemade potato chips that I let Ken enjoy since I don’t eat deep-fried foods. There was also a small portion of cole slaw that was very light and made fancy with some frisee greens. The ribs themselves were falling off the bone, but they weren’t sticky wet and leaned more toward the dry-rub version of BBQ ribs. I totally enjoyed them.

For some reason, I felt the urge to order a side of German potato salad ($4) because I felt potato salad just has to go with ribs. The potato salad was also a light version with an olive oil and vinegar dressing instead of mayonnaise. There were also bits of bacon for extra flavor.

By now, the Giants clinched their sweep of the Marlins, so Ken and I could focus on our food. (It is kind of hard to talk and watch a game at the same time.) Public House doesn’t offer much dessert and instead offers cookies from Anthony’s Cookies and ice cream from Humphry Slocombe, two popular Mission district eateries.

Ken never tried Humphry Slocombe before, so he ordered one scoop each of the classic Secret Breakfast and Chocolate smoked salt. I ordered the Acme Butterscotch Pudding ($7) because I love butterscotch pudding!

The pudding was actually quite a large bowl, and the texture mingled between creamy and thick, depending on where I hit it in the bowl. Overall it was a nice balance of sweetness.

Side note: You can actually order food from the Mijita side and bring it over to the Public House section to eat. The only Mijita items on the Public House menu are the nachos ($8).

The service was especially friendly, from the bartenders to our waitress. (Although the bus boys were a bit too eager to take away our plates; maybe because it was such a slow night?) Not sure what it would be like on game day, but maybe that’s another argument for checking out this friendly spot during away games.

While the menu isn’t extensive, the atmosphere and service are a home run for the sports enthusiasts. Public House is a smart addition to the area.

Single guy rating: 3.5 stars (Comfortable yet tasty)

Explanation of the single guy's rating system:

1 star = perfect for college students
2 stars = perfect for new diners
3 stars = perfect for foodies
4 stars = perfect for expense accounts
5 stars = perfect for any guy's dream dinner


Public House and Mijita on Urbanspoon