Showing posts with label steak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steak. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

My List Of Overrated Restaurants In Manila


SOM'S NOODLE HOUSE
As far as I can remember, Thai food does not taste this sweet. A lot of people probably like this one, not because of its authenticity but more maybe because it serves affordable Thai food.

It has been quite awhile since I ate there.  I remember their bagoong rice to be sweet, their tom yum soup to also be sweet.

This place is famous with yuppies partly because you have this carinderia-style Thai resto at the heart of Makati.  To some, they find the al fresco dining, accidentally having part of its dining area right beside a road, to be a bit charming and hip.

Well, the name alone, doesn't even sound Thai.


CHICKEN BON CHON
I can't understand the taste.  It's like an unfinished dish.  Part sweet, part crunchy, not enough salt and not too spicy.  I'm as confused as the taste.

Either that, or I just don't like sweet dishes.

With so many branches opening everywhere, not just here but around the world, who am I to argue its success?


CHELSEA
They claim, it's their take on comfort food.  Before anyone can do a take on anything, they have to be able to do the real one quite good.

With Chelsea, as they are busy trying to be creative with their spin on the comfort dishes, they totally miss out on the qualities that make these dishes comforting in the first place.

Their pizza is too herby, too cluttered and too messy to eat.  Their carbonara too dairy tasting.  Their burger is just too much.  Too many things going on at the same time.  It feels like a prostitute faking an orgasm, too eager to please.  Too much style over substance.

Even their coffee, as simple as that, isn't even good enough.  I like coffee.  Only coffee.  Chelsea's coffee has cinnamon.  Again, trying too hard to be creative forgetting that sometimes, the simplest of flavors is what makes it good.

What makes comfort food for me, even with all its twists, fusions and deconstructions, is on how it brings back the exact feeling of how you've come to love that dish.  Sadly, with Chelsea, it does not bring me an inch closer.

The only saving grace:  The Toblerone Torte!


JOHN AND YOKO
Doing Japanese cuisine for a restaurant is not easy.  It's pretty much like Italian food.  The key to their dishes rests mostly on the freshness of the ingredients and not the complex flavors you build on the dish.

John And Yoko, as if Japanese food is not hard enough, mixed the Japanese with American twists.  Like Pearl Harbor or, more aptly, like Hiroshima and Nagasaki, it's a disaster in nuclear proportion.

This is another resto where being creative means over-the-top.  Too many gimmicky sushis and makis.  Even before you see the food, the dining TV already screams "Pretentious!", with their black and white screenings of old Japanese movie classics.

WARNING:  When you have fancy names of dishes in the menu of a restaurant, beware.  Because it might be the only creative thing that it has to offer.


MAMOU
Ok.  I'm not so sure here.  A lot of my friends have been telling me about how good this restaurant is.  I've eaten here several times probably trying hard to give this restaurant a fair chance(because to be honest, I like the place).  I may have ordered the wrong stuff because after several tries, I have not really tasted anything mind blowingly good.  It's O-K.

They say the steak is trying to do it the way Peter Luger of New York would.  But a steak is a steak.  If you can't cook a good steak, there is no reason why you're in the restaurant business.  The gauge of a good restaurant is not it's steak (because we all know, good steaks are not about the cooking but about the meat), but the other dishes they serve.

With Mamou, I can't find any dish I would like to come back for.  And besides, if their flagship dish, the simple steak, is even a mimic of another restaurant, then what's left for them to brag about?

NOTE:  This entry is solely based on the taste of the writer and in no way trying to discredit the opinion of others who support the restaurants listed here.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

My 5 Favorite Comfort Restaurants


Nanbantei.  I could eat here everyday.  No frills Japanese grill house at the 3rd level of Greenbelt 3 Makati.  

     Favorite items:

  •  shake onigiri (rice with salmon)
  •  best seller platter- a combination of chicken and pork grilled meats.  Chicken wings  and any  of the grilled pork are great.
  •  tori platter- everything chicken.  Chicken ass is the best.  And the skin too!
  •  vegetable appetizer with the tangy-smoky Japanese sauce.  Jikama, carrots and cucumber         
  •  grilled shitake mushrooms


Luk Foo Shabu-Shabu Restaurant.  Eat here when you don't have anything scheduled after.  Why?  Because you'll smell of food when you get out of the place.  This is located anywhere where there is Pure Gold supermarkets.

     Favorite Items:

  • all kinds of balls in the shabu-shabu + fresh leafy greens
  • crispy beancurd skin (dunk it in the broth and it's unforgettable)
  • prawns sauteed in salted eggs

Gustavus Steakhouse.  Simple, clean, fresh tasting food.  F and M Lopez Building, Carlos Palanca St.  The best steak in Manila!  

     Favorite Items:
  • ceasar salad (their lettuce is grilled.  Nice smoky veggie)
  • fresh oysters mixed with casino oysters
  • steak, of course

Abe.  I'm not the pinoy-food kinda guy but Abe, I'll go to anytime.  You just need to be with a big group each time you eat here because the servings are a lot and also, so you can order more than two dishes for sharing.

     Favorite items:
  • kilawin tanguigue (make sure that it's prepared fresh).  I returned my other orders on this because the fish has been prepared in advance and the vinegar already cooked the fish.
  • bicol express.  All veggies with only shrimp.  No pork.  Shit, I can eat two orders of this!
  • bamboo rice.  I hate fancy rice but this one works with the viands.
  • chicharon bulaklak.  How could you go wrong!



Shang Palace Makati.  Eat-all-you-can dimsum lunch time.  Weekdays.  I simply love dimsum!  The Chinese version of a Spanish Tapas bar.  From 11:30 to 2:30.

     Favorite items:

  • taro puff
  • all kinds siomai
  • congee

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Literally, A Food Trip. A 15-day Account Of My Food Binge In The West Coast


I recently went on a West Coast trip in the US.  First stop was Las Vegas.  Then San Francisco and then went on a road trip to the lousy LA and then back to San Fo (as what Pinoys would call it like in Bora and Mega and Galle) for the trip back home.

My primary purpose for the trip is to attend the NAB conference in Vegas.  It's kind of a work trip.  Although the main hidden agenda, after "work", is to go around the West Coast trying out as many restaurants that I can possibly get my stomache on.

Call it bragging but literally, it may be the food trip of a lifetime.  And it will be the first in a series of culinary trips of a lifetime that I intend to fulfill before I turn to dust.

THE PLAN

1)Book affordable dream restaurants by famous chefs.
2)Try different cuisines that are highly rated in food blogs.

There are just too many restaurants in the US that are must eats.  And sifting through that long, long list is just both tidious and fucking depressing.  There is just so much meals I can pack in a day.  Breakfast is one meal I keep missing since I really am not a morning person.  So that practically leaves me with brunch or lunch and dinner to schedule in a day.  Two meals to assign hundreds if not, thousands of high rated restaurants in the US in two weeks time is not enough.

Top of my list to book on is French Laundry by Thomas Keller.  Named the best American Restaurant several times, it would be the meal to die for...if I can book a table.  Of course I wasn't able to book one.

Hmmm, doesn't seem like a good start for what I claim to be the food experience to die for.

Some people go out of their way to get an autograph of Sarah Geronimo.  Some would die to watch Asaytono play basketball live.  Me?  Well, I almost wet my pants standing in front of James Gandolfini once but aside from that and sex, a Third World brown monkey like me find it at times better than sex to be sitting in a table getting ready for the memorable meal of a lifetime.

Well, everyone, brace yourselves for the barrage of food spots that me and my friends booked ourselves into.  You be the judge if indeed it is worthy to be jealous for.  WARNING:  THE FOLLOWING ENTRY IS FOR FOODIES ONLY.  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.  FASHIONISTAS AND DIETERS ARE NOT WELCOME.  Everyday I will post a blow by blow, bite by bite account of one food day we spent there.


LAS VEGAS


1st NIGHT. APRIL 9, 2011


We arrived in Vegas after a gruelling 20 or so hours of plane ride from Manila to Hongkong, Hongkong to LA and LA to Vegas.  We were dead tired after checking into our hotel.  But we are hungry as hell too.  I didn't book any restaurant on our first night because we were not really sure what time we'll get to Vegas.  But when we were still on board the plane from LA, we were already unanimous in the decision that we were going to eat dinner after we check into our hotel.  And we decided, as Bourdain would describe it, "no other food is so American that embodies the beautiful and the bad", on THE PRIME RIB.  Not steak, but PRIME RIB (spoken in modulated voice like that of God talking to the puny, weak humans)

At 10 pm in Vegas, where can we get a PRIME RIB(modulated voice again)?

Lo and behold, like in an Elizabeth Gilbert novel, where the world conspired to give you what you want(that's Paulo Cuelho too), directly in front of our hotel (cue angels singing and with heavenly rays coming out from behind the restaurant), the famous LAWRY'S PRIME RIB(this time, in Peter Rabbit arrogant ABS CBN announcer tone).  Highly rated with $$$$ dollar sign to describe to probable customers to order with caution.  It is as Americana as you can go.  Cigar room, oakwood bar, American colonial pillars, dimly lit where you think some Redneck Congressman in some dark corner is planning a conspiracy to bring down Obama, all American clientelle na kulang na lang naka-argylle socks and naka-piloka with the checkered vest, loafers and bow tie.


What an intro to an American trip.  A restaurant more American than America!

Now, on to THE PRIME RIB!  What is, THE PRIME RIB?  In Manila, only Gulliver's offers this and no one else.  In a steakhouse, they broil or grill slabs of beef and serve it to you.  In a Prime Rib resto, they wheel around this Terry Gilliam-esque looking broiler and they have in there whole slabs of beef that they cut for you.  They slap it on your plate, plus mashed potatoes and your choice of creamed corn or spinach as sides and then pour a generous helping of beef au jus plus some horse raddish sauce on the side.


Enough english, Puuuuuttta!  Never eaten beef this good!  Normally, I can't finish a whole slab of those 1/2 inch steaks that I order.  But this one, with an inch and 1/2 or 2 thick cut and the size of my thigh, I practically devoured it.  Nilamon baga!  Puta!  And the cliche, "melts in your mouth" is never more apt in this.  Nice bloody meat, just enough fat to call it beef, perfect sauce!

If a vegetarian dies without tasting this?  I'm sorry but I don't think they've lived THE  life at all even if they died at 124 years old healthy and all!