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This week's tablehopper: go big or go home.

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Stunning sunset view from the St. Francis Yacht Club. Photo: © tablehopper.com.

How y’all doing? I know I wasn’t the only one feeling jumpy yesterday. Was really grateful earthquake number three didn’t show up at 4am in the morning. I already went through that in the Northridge quake—no need for a repeat performance of the mad dash out of the house in a nightie and mismatched shoes. Not my favorite look. I have a feeling a lot of people will be updating their earthquake kits this weekend (I’m in that camp). Right? Do it.

Since I am still playing a monstrous game of work/email/life catchup after my trips, fortunately someone else who has been on the road was available to write up today’s jetsetter piece. Chef Eddie Lau of The Summit shares his stories and pics while eating his face off during a recent trip to Montreal. Yup, there will be bagels. And poutine. And Au Pied de Cochon. Loosen up a belt buckle and have a read. We also have a 707 Scout post today that should make you both a little thirsty and hungry.

And for a little Friday playtime, here’s Cheese or Font?! Yup, time suck alert. The weekend is shaping up to be a sunny one, enjoy.

Marcia Gagliardi

the jetsetter

Getaways (get outta dodge)
Oct 21, 2011

On the Road with Chef Eddie Lau: Montreal

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All photos by Eddie Lau.

Eddie Lau is currently the chef-partner at The Summit. A Bostonian at heart, he has lived and worked in San Francisco the last six years. He is also the founder and creative director of progressive culinary concept project Dux.

Having worked tirelessly over the last year to get the wheels of a new business aligned and running straight, I realized that I hadn’t been afforded much of a chance to live on my schedule for quite a bit of time. Faced with an obligatory return to Boston for a wedding, I decided I’d take one of the few chances that I have had in order to decompress for a few days first in one of my favorite East Coast cities and nearby foreign retreats: ~MONTREAL~.

And, one of the best ways I could think to deprogram the madness of my work routine was to drive right through the heart of New England—where the beautiful late summer weather paired perfectly with an iced beverage from the land of Dunkin’ Donuts. It wasn’t a Kerouac journey, but I did enjoy the Sioux City Sue CD album that someone left behind in the rental. All in all, my ride cruised into Montreal in less than five hours and exactly four hours before my dinner reservation at Au Pied de Cochon.

One of the most common misnomers of a working professional is the assumption that keeping a schedule is the same thing as being on your own schedule. For instance, my own schedule would not normally include a 6:30am wake-up time—especially, when it involves beating an imaginary stroller rush at the Saturday farmers’ market. I understand the importance of keeping such a schedule is necessary, but working seven days a week does not allow much breathing room.

When I started to think about this short trip, I wondered whether it would be a good idea to have friends join, but I ultimately decided against it. The advantage of traveling alone—something that most people understandably dread—is the ability to reclaim your time. The chance to live according to your own schedule, for your own enjoyment, and on your own trip is one of the best ways to liberate and detox from the demands of our work lives. How often do you get the chance to be in complete control of your ability to lose control?

And so, I arrived in Montreal and sought to do anything my heart desired for the next 48 hours. These were some of the culinary exploits of my trip.

After checking into my room in Montreal’s InterContinental hotel, I immediately started lap swimming in the hotel pool. For those that do not know, you should try your best to burn every available calorie prior to dinner at Au Pied de Cochon. I swam more laps that afternoon than I had all year combined.

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I arrived at Au Pied de Cochon and was promptly seated at the center of the bar as requested. They squarely placed me in clear and direct view of one of Au Pied de Cochon’s signature photo frames—one that I had read and flipped through so many times and so many miles away. It was a very “I have arrived” type of moment.

I ordered a starter followed by a couple of appetizers to start my meal. Now for those that are not familiar with APDC, you need to understand that a starter and two appetizers typically equate to a portion for an entire meal almost anywhere else.

First up, foie gras cromesquis—a little known classic that is credited to three-star Michelin chef Marc Meneau of L’Espérance. Foie gras cromesquis is a breaded and fried square of liquid foie (hard set with gelatin for breading/frying). Much like a soup dumpling/ravioli, the cromesquis explodes a gushing stream of savory and rich foie directly into your mouth. I love sauce delivery systems, and I like fried sauce delivery systems even more.

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The appetizers followed the starter almost immediately. I decidedly made selections that I felt would be true to the heart of APDC, but I also picked a couple of items that I thought would possibly be lighter. I ordered the guinea hen liver mousse and the beef tartare in hopes of enjoying lighter spreadable dishes where I could pacify the quantity of intake with the activity of smearing food on other food. But as is the case with all the APDC dishes, there are no throwaway dishes when it comes to tiptoeing the limits of indulgence, fulfillment, and utterly ridiculous excess.

There are only a certain few meals in my life that I have strategized in terms of eating. Some of the more notable ones involved buffets (when I still enjoyed them as a kid), family reunion banquets, and family events involving collaborative cooking.

But on this night, I applied an eating strategy for my APDC meal—something I had not done in probably a decade. My last regret associated with not employing “strategic eating” happened at the 15-20 course dinner at L2O (details of all the items served during the night are still fuzzy). At APDC, eating strategy dictated I box half of both the appetizers prior to the arrival of my next courses. Unfortunately, the handrolled beef tartare threw me off my game and lead to a subsequent breakdown of game-planning. This basically means: impending punishment.

For my next course, I consulted the waitress on deciding on my pre-entrée foie course. If you follow the APDC menu as seen here, the foie section seems to be intentionally designed to be a secondary course; one that comes prior to the mains. It was a tough decision between a few different foie items, but my waitress insisted that if I was to have anything on the foie menu, it could be none other than ploye à champlain.

The ploye à champlain is both a terribly flawed and perfect dish all in one. It is a dish that is constituted of a little bit of cheese, broken pancake bits, slabs of pork belly, and a lobe of foie. Then all of this is stacked and smothered with maple syrup. To eat any of these elements separately seems to net a nauseous sensation, but the sum of the parts eaten together in one forkful creates an oddly balanced equation of sweet, rich, and salty. A villain by way of its success: the ploye à champlain is one of those dishes where you must eat everything together—and if you do, then you are likely eating everything on the plate. Again, I failed to prolong reaching my stomach capacity by eating everything on the plate.

For my entrée, I flipped back and forth on all the multitude of meaty options, but my intrigue and foolish hunger (prior to the arrival of three appetizer courses) insisted that I “go big or go home.” So I did just that and I ordered the foie stuffed au Pied de Cochon—a braised, breaded, and roasted trotter stuffed with braised chunks of pork and foie and topped with another giant piece of foie. This dish was so massive, they served it in a shallow oval crock pot. A dish likely meant to feed entire families or small islands. I barely finished a quarter of the beast.

After which, I waddled to my hotel, got a change of clothes, took a two-mile stroll, and enjoyed drinks and the random company of strangers at a bar called La Distillerie.

536 Ave. Duluth Est
514-281-1114

The next day I spent a good deal of time hanging out in the Mile End neighborhood of Montreal eating and sampling different bagel and sandwich shops. Those who have been to Montreal know that Montreal may quite possibly have the best bagels in the world. Led by two of the most famous bagel shops in the world: Fairmount and St-Viateur, the Montreal bagel is one that is hand-rolled, boiled, and open-fire roasted. The size, texture, and fire-roasted aromatics are what really set these bagels apart.

74 Ave. Fairmount Ouest
514-272-0667

263 Rue St-Viateur Ouest
514-276-8044

montreal-wilensky.jpg After a morning bagel binge, I went sandwich hunting for lunch. It is a little known secret that in the Mile End neighborhood, you can find some of the oldest deli sandwich shops—ones that still sell their sandwiches at unreasonably cheap prices. The oldest of them, I think, is Wilensky’s. A place that has served a classic smoked beef, smoked bologna, and cheese sandwich for 75-plus years. Wilensky’s certainly looks all of its 75-plus years.

34 Ave. Fairmount Ouest
514-271-0247

My favorite, however, is a little place called Boulangerie Clarke. I think I found this place like how all people find food treasures: hungry wandering. At Boulangerie Clarke, they make their own fluffy giant sandwich rolls and keep their prices in a time warp. Admittedly I’m not a fan of any of the pastries or loaf bread there, but the deli roll and sandwiches are a staple of my Montreal experience.

29 Rue Saint Viateur Ouest
514-276-7827

And of course, I went to Schwartz’s for a smoked beef (pastrami) sandwich. I’m not sure I can say much that hasn’t been said on a million TV shows that have featured Schwartz’s. So I will simply leave you with a picture.

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3895 Boulevard Saint-Laurent
514-842-4813

After an intense afternoon of smoked meat sandwiches and a few more laps in the hotel pool, I decided to spend my last dinner meal in Montreal at a classic burger dive known as Patati Patata. Patati Patata specializes in their little bacon cheeseburgers and classic poutine. A fitting last meal and proper end to the trip. Sadly, this time in Montreal, I was underwhelmed by classic poutine—partly because I’ve been spoiled by the multiple interpretations (notably foie poutine), and partly because I’ve had better outside of Montreal. I guess it was naïve to think that I could reclaim all of the former paradise I had come to expect.

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514-844-0216

I roamed some coffee shops, stores, and bars along Rue Sainte-Catherine, including a stop at a place named Café Myriade—a spot that was serving Ritual coffee to a crowd that was all too reminiscent of the madness of my own place many miles away. A fitting “back to earth” signal for the end of a good trip.

1432 Rue Mackay
514-939-1717

It felt like so long since I had the simple chance to actually sit and enjoy my meals as they came. There was no need to shovel food in my mouth between tasks or prep items, and there was no need to confine my choices to proximity to my apartment. I think oftentimes people end up taking too many trips for specific reasons, aka other people’s reasons. Things like weddings, holidays, family reunions somehow begin to lump obligation with “vacation.” I’m not saying family time is not rewarding and fun in its own way, but it is easy to forget that a vacation is only a vacation when you choose to go somewhere for yourself, be on your own terms, and spend your own time.

707 scout

Wine Country Buzz (it’s what happens there)
Oct 21, 2011

Beyond Cheese and Crackers

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Silver Oak’s Dominic Orsini and his umami delights; photo by Damion Hamilton.

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Vineyard 29’s chef Austin Gallion; photo courtesy of Vineyard 29.

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Spoon feeding for grownups at Vineyard 29; photo by Deirdre Bourdet.

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The new Niçoise at Ram’s Gate; photo by Deirdre Bourdet.

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Le foie; photo by Deirdre Bourdet.

By 707 correspondent, Deirdre Bourdet.

Who else has munched through a bowl of those ultrabland tasting room crackers, wishing the winery had something better to pair with their wines? Oh that’s right, EVERYONE. Thanks to some recent loosening of the rules prohibiting wineries from serving food to the public, more and more of them are now starting to offer visitors tasty and sophisticated nibbles worthy of their wines.

Some wineries treat their pairing programs like a degustation menu, where each “dish” is a one-bite wonder composed specifically to flatter and enhance your enjoyment of a particular wine in the tasting lineup. Just like a special degustation at a restaurant, you have to reserve ahead of time for these. At ~SILVER OAK CELLARS~ in Oakville, chef Dominic Orsini uses the pairing program to show off the wines as well as his version of a truly local California cuisine. He makes his own bread and pizza doughs using a wild yeast levain he started from Silver Oak’s cabernet sauvignon grapes, and Joseph’s Best flour, which is milled old school style from whole grains of California-grown winter white or red wheat. Orsini likes to play up the umami in his daily pairings, using lots of foraged mushrooms or roasted beets as well as the mustardy aromas of arugula that are so tasty with cabernet sauvignon. (Never noticed that? You will after experiencing the pairing.) 915 Oakville Cross Rd. at Money Rd., Oakville, 707-942-7026

Cult winery ~VINEYARD 29~ brought former La Toque and Redd chef Austin Gallion on board as its hospitality manager and master of the pairing program. Gallion presents each carefully planned mouthful in Asian soup spoons, and summarized his approach to food pairing as “go with, or go opposite.” When I was there, he matched the Vineyard 29 Estate Blanc with a mouthful of gulf shrimp, pickled red onion, diced cucumber, mango, and tarragon bathed in a Meyer lemon vinaigrette—echoing the tropical richness and citrus core of the wine but also softening and rounding out the acidity. My favorite spoon of the day, though, was his duck confit with apple butter, fresh plum slices, cardamom, and thyme, paired with the silky exotic spices, red fruit, and graphite in the 2008 Vineyard 29 Estate Cabernet Sauvignon. Oh, succulent bliss. 2929 Hwy. 29 (get the name now?) at Weinberg Rd., St. Helena, 707-963-9292.

Other wineries are going a more restaurant-style route, with a full kitchen and an à la carte menu of dishes suggested (but not required) for each wine being poured. Sonoma’s sexy new ~RAM’S GATE WINERY~—which just opened at the end of September—hired Delfina’s former culinary project manager Jason Rose to lead the kitchen and oversee its culinary gardens. They also recruited Benu’s opening GM Marc Hartenfels to create a sophisticated service team for the swank, lounge-like setting. Obviously, these guys were not messing around.

Rose’s menu of small (and not so small) plates includes a gorgeous reimagination of salade Niçoise, with heirloom tomatoes, pole beans, smoked potatoes, farm egg, black olive purée, and a tonnato sauce—a far cry from the usual corn and butter-laced dishes proposed as a chardonnay match. Other can’t miss items are the pork and lamb albondigas with Veronica’s mole (a sauce Rose modified from the recipe of a former coworker’s Mexican grandma), and a big ole slab of seared Sonoma foie gras on toast with vanilla-roasted Bronx grapes, crumbled hazelnuts, and a pepper gastrique. A month later, I am still drooling at the memory of that foie, and cursing the dinner plans that forced me to leave some on the plate. Try it with the ‘09 late harvest zin, which adds an herbaceous note to the luscious caramel magic. 28700 Arnold Dr. (Hwy. 121) at Mangel Ranch Rd., Sonoma, 707-721-8700.

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