glut:ton:y


glut:ton:y (n): the act or practice of eating to excess

May 31, 2012

would you like grass with that?

I'm not sure how the French do it. If I had easy access to croissants and foie gras all day, I'd be bigger than a warehouse. I guess the beauty of a large city like Paris is that you would never be limited to just croissants and foie gras. Paris, like Sydney offers anything from falafels to banh mi (vietnamese baguettes) to kebabs - should your heart desires and the fare is usually quite good and cheap.

Each time I'm in Paris, I invariably veer towards Japanese food. It's no secret that Japanese cuisine is my favourite and I can eat it all day, every day. On our recent getaway to the City of Lights for the French Open, I tracked down a small hole in the wall (ok maybe slightly bigger than a hole) Japanese eatery specialising in ramen. Ramen was introduced to Japan by the Chinese - exactly when, still remains a topic of hot debate. Nonetheless, the Japanese embraced the idea of ramen, perfected and adapted it to their culture and a ramen pandemic was born.

Kotteri Ramen Naritake opened in 2011 and is located in the 1st arrondissement in a small corner of Paris known as "Little Tokyo or Little Japan". It is in this small quarter that you will find a large congregation of Japanese restaurants on or near Rue des Petits Champs and Rue Sainte-Anne. It's a shoebox of a place, accommodating only around 25 people at any one time (all squished in - shoulder to shoulder) and no reservations are accepted.
Many reviews I have read claims this to be the best ramen in Paris. I needed to verify these claims for myself.




When we arrived during lunchtime on a Saturday, there was a small line of people trailing outside the restaurant. It comprised only of Japanese speakers (always a good sign) and a very small menu plastered on the shopfront window. Offers of either shoyu (soy sauce) or miso ramen with a small option of toppings abound. I selected charsiu shoyu ramen (soy sauce ramen with roast pork) with the addition of spicy scallions and ni-tamago (seasoned eggs). The base of the soup is still made with pork and chicken bones, so please do not be misled by the options of shoyu or miso and think that the stock is meat free (vegetarians beware!). Kotteri is the style of ramen stock - being super thick and utterly unctuous, unlike the style we might be more accustomed too which is usually more of a soupy consistency rather than a gravy-like consistency which this is. When the lady took our orders, she asked if we wanted less "graisse", normal "graisse" or extra "graisse". Mind you she pronounced it as grass instead of the correct french pronunciation. Luckily we saw the menu and thanks to modern technology and google translate, realised she was asking how much FAT we wanted, rather than how much GRASS we wanted (talk about almost lost in translation!). Not knowing what to expect, we erred on the side of caution and ordered two bowls of normal graisse ramen.


the very tiny kitchen where the chefs weave their magic
ramen wand
the massive stock pot wielding our superb soup base

When our orders arrived, I can't say it was anything to look at. In fact one of my friends have liken it to something he could find on the sidewalks of Kings Cross (Sydney, not London). Thanks Mr S!

charsiu shoyu ramen with spicy scallions & ni-tamago. Note
the white bits of "graisse' floating on top.

I tried to do as the Japanese do - slurp the noodles loudly which is usually a sign of appreciation and a compliment to the chef, but in my culture, slurping is rude and as such, Mr GluttonousGoat and I devoured our ramen in silence - not out of respect for our culture but so we can savour each mouthful and ponder how a simple bowl of noodles have rendered us both speechless.

The noodles were perfectly al dente and bouncy (I would go as far as to say it was the best ramen noodles I have ever tasted), the stock thick and rich in flavour (though leaning on being a tad too salty for our palates) and there were an abundance of charsiu instead of the stingy 1-2 pieces you are normally granted at most other ramen joints.

I'll definitely be returning to Naritake on my next visit to Paris. Next time I will try the stock with extra grass. With the amount of graisse in the bowl we consumed this time around, I think the extra fat next time will probably render us with a heart attack or at the very least with a couple of blocked arteries - but it will be worth it. All in the name of food.

kotteri ramen naritake
31 rue des petits champs, paris, 75001
no reservations accepted

May 15, 2012

the king of scandinavia & perhaps the world?

Let me warn you now. This post is going to be a long one (well more than my usual two paragraphs). If you have a short attention span, just tune out now. It's certainly taken me a long time to get around to blogging about it and that's because I knew I needed to be in the right frame of mind in order to give it the attention it deserves. 

128 days ago, I was so excited I couldn't sit still all day. I had managed to secure a table for four at the famed NOMA restaurant in Copenhagen, Denmark - considered the world's best restaurant three years running.

Food, like wine is so subjective. Some people eat to live, but myself and many others I know live to eat. That's why we're friends...we share the same passion for food and discovering new and exciting places to feast at.

I'd arrived in Copenhagen on a chilly yet surprisingly sunny April afternoon. I'd recently completed a two week visit of home (Sydney), followed by three days in London (all sans Mr GluttonousGoat). I was also sick and extremely irritable. I had lost most of my tastebuds and was depressed by the thought of not being able to taste anything at lunch. Mr GluttonousGoat arrived several hours later - also ill but with his tastebuds intact. We met up with our fellow eating buddies (Mr & Mrs Wong) that evening for a night cap. On Mr Wong's advice, I downed two Jägermeisters (originally developed as a cough remedy in Germany) - I felt marginally better, but not hopeful that my tastebuds would be restored in 12 hours.
Miraculously, I awoke the next morning, feeling somewhat more alive and by the time I sat down to breakfast, realised that I was able to smell and taste everything I ate. Bless the Jägermeisters! I was cured - well sort of. At least I got my tastebuds back!

We arrived for our reservation 15 minutes earlier than scheduled. Were we eager? Perhaps just a little. Before we could all pile out of the taxi, one of the kind lads from the welcoming brigade was holding the door open to the restaurant. Excitedly, we all entered, one by one, only to be greeted by what was perhaps the world's largest welcoming brigade - complete with none other than Rene Redzepi himself. We were all pretty star struck to say the least. It's quite common for the chef patron to visit the table at least once during the meal, but to form part of the welcoming brigade (and there must have been at least 8 of them) was quite the treat. They even knew straight away who we were (not our individual names of course but the booking name).

We were seated at a round table closest to the exit, the room of the restaurant holding no more than 10 tables at most. "We have no menus" declared the first waiter that served us. There will be "snacks" in quick successions followed by "mains" which will be paced appropriately. We were all rubbing our hands in glee - the remnants of meeting Gastronomer Redzepi still fresh in our minds.



the exterior of Noma

loving the exposed wooden beams inside the restaurant
our first 'snack': malt flat bread & juniper,
moss & cep


I had read somewhere that the first snack would already be sitting on our table rather than served. Lo and behold...it came in the form of a floral arrangement. I tried to eat everything, but apparently only the darker sticks shown in the above picture could be consumed.



crispy pork skin & black currant

cookies, cheese, rocket & stems
blue mussel and celery
fjord shrimp & browned butter - these were still alive!


When a clear jar was placed in front of us, we were given strict instructions to open the jar, grab the shrimp, dip it quickly in the brown butter sauce and down it in one gulp. No hesitation was allowed. We then realised why - these shrimps were still alive! The boys had a fun time trying to grab hold of these slippery little suckers, one even jump out of reach and wriggled onto the table. After 3 of us had consumed the shrimps, we looked to our friend Mrs Wong who was still trying to come to grips with the poor creature. Eventually, she managed to grab hold of one, drowned it in brown butter and victoriously held up her prize for the table to see. Unfortunately, the shrimp chose that moment to wriggle furiously splashing brown sauce all over her hair. The moral of the story? Listen to instructions and eat quickly. Although a very bemused Rene Redzepi did wander over to see what the commotion was all about. Needless to say, Mrs Wong was star struck all over again!



caramelised milk & cod live
rye, chicken skin & lumpfish roe
potato & chicken liver
big fat quail egg with a surprise inside
pickled & smoked quail eggs
radish, soil & grass - my favourite was the soil
herb toast & smoked cod roe
very delicious sourdough with buttermilk & pork lard


Once the "snacks" were done with, in rolled the mains...


peas & fermented peas - a new experiment for the month
razor clam & parsley, dill & horseradish
dried scallops & beech nuts, biodynamic grains & watercress 
our very beautifully presented fourth course... 
limfjords oyster & seaweed, gooseberry & buttermilk
cauliflower & pine, cream & horseradish 
pike perch & cabbages, verbena & dill
pickled vegetables & bone marrow, browned butter & parsley
- my favourite dish of the day
one of the chefs displaying the turbot that
we were about to consume
anyone for turbot? 
roasted turbot & bitter greens, celeriac & mushroom


And finally for desserts...


brown cheese & rhubarb
pear tree! - the 'sponge' just melted in our mouths
petit fours :  caramel 'bone' marrow
petit fours: choc fennel chips 
petit fours: rude looking marshmallows


I can clearly see why Noma has claimed the number 1 spot in the world. The execution and presentation of the food was faultless. The service - impeccable and extremely personable. At the end of the meal, we were treated to a tour of the working kitchen as well as the creative labs upstairs - where we caught another glimpse of Rene - but alas, he was busy with some journalists from America.

I really enjoyed our experience at Noma and wouldn't hesitate going back again - maybe for dinner this time around. From what we were told, they try to create 4 new dishes each month and repeat visitors would not consume the same main dishes...Noma in summer 2012 - anyone?



the working kitchen was surprisingly not very big 

our lovely 'Aussie' chef/tour guide showing us the covers
for the day
this is where a lot of the 'smoking' occurs
the volunteers' room
noma's own hydroponics lab - all herbs grown here are legal
a glimpse of the gastronomer himself - doing some PR work


noma
strandgade 93, copenhagen 1401, denmark
tel: +45 3296 3297
http://www.noma.dk

May 14, 2012

the hangry games

I'm sure a few of you out there have experienced moments of anger due to the lack of food. I have experienced those moments all too often. Just ask Mr GluttonousGoat.

I recently discovered the word "hangry" in some article I was reading...can't for the life of me remember which smart cookie came up with the word but it pretty much sums up those angry and irritable moments I have experienced caused by hunger/lack of food...Mr GluttonousGoat has now wisen up and keeps me well fed to keep the hangryness at bay.

hangry (adj): a state of anger and irritability caused by being hungry

May 03, 2012

ms who?

Good Friday is a day observed by Christians commemorating the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. It is also a day of fasting observed by the Catholics. 
I always knew subconsciously there was a reason why I never swayed towards any form of religion - the fact of the matter is, I love my food too much to give it up - even if it is just for one day.

Along with my non-religious friends, we meandered along to Ms G's down at Potts Point. The sun was out and the temperatures creeping towards the mid twenties. I could not think of a better way to celebrate a religious day by consuming copious amounts of food and alcohol.

Ms G's is yet another success story which forms part of the Merivale Group's ever expanding repertoire. Headed by Dan Hong and Jowett Yu whom were both chefs at the now closed (and ex Merivale) Lotus Restaurant, the reviews scream of promise. I never got to try Lotus - possibly because the critics were never that kind to it and truth be told, there were always many more restaurants in Sydney I wanted to try over Lotus.

Due to the size of our group (10) our server gently suggested that we opt for the banquet menu. Some of us were also quite hungover from the night before (you know who you are!) and thought the banquet menu was an easy option which took the complexity out of actually thinking about what to eat.

Thankfully the restaurant was barely full that day (maybe everyone was observing a day of fasting) so the food was coming at us in a constant stream. At $80 per head including drinks, 12 courses, service and public holiday surcharge (grrr!) we were rightly stuffed and almost had to be rolled out. I definitely would be returning when we eventually move back to Sydney. I always had a soft spot for Potts Point (it houses a couple of our favourite brunching haunts) and its location smack bang on Victoria Street means I can brunch as well as lunch...happy days indeed.

good morning vietnam: shochu, raspberries, 

lime, palm sugar, vietnamese mint,  soda
mini banh mi - crisp pork belly
grilled corn on cob, lime & parmesan
buddha's delight: textural vegetarian salad
sea scallop, kohlrabi, guacamole, lime
prawn toast, yuzu aioli, herbs
fried baby chicken, kimchi mayonnaise
egg noodles with xo sauce, braised duck, soft poached egg
steamed barramundi with enoki, ginger nage
vietnamese curry of wagyu beef shin served with baguette
stoner's delight v2.0: doughnut ice-cream, peanut butter,
raspberry jam, candied bacon, potato chips, mars bar slice,
banana fritter
passionfruit custard with chocolate and coconut

ms g's
155 victoria street, potts points, nsw, 2011
tel: +61 2 8313 1000
http://merivale.com.au/msgs/