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MARIANI’S
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JULY 3, 2004
NEWSLETTER
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Contents
This Issue
Incredible India by Suzanne Wright
NEW YORK CORNER: The Modern by
John Mariani
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Part
One
by Suzanne Wright
India
assaults your senses—all of them. India is loud, pushy, dirty and chaotic. It
is both
more and less than I’d expected, ricocheting me from elation to despair
and
back again, a country immeasurably rich in sights, history, cuisine and
spirituality. English-speaking India is the world’s most populous country and the
largest
democracy on the planet, and there is splendor amidst the squalor.
I spent the
month of January traversing mostly the northern regions of the country,
arriving just days after the devastating tsunami that ravaged parts of
southeastern India (there was a palpable malaise in the country
not unlike
ours, post-9/11). The weather was cooler, but foggier and
smoggier, than I
expected
at night, although the days were warm enough for sunbathing.
There was a
frantic lethargy to much of my touring; maddening and isolating at the
same
time. India has a kind of fraying beauty; former
opulence gone to
seed. Nearly everyday I experienced sensory overload. Although my
body
was rarely tired, I was often mentally exhausted. To wit:
there was
the absurdity and futility of looking for a trash can. Not
wanting to
litter, I searched in vain for a receptacle until my guide snatched the
trash
from my hand and flung it to the ground. Mounds of rubbish were
everywhere I looked. It was depressing to see skeletal cows
eating garbage as they lumbered down the street, safe from slaughter
because of Hindu laws,
but
living out a wretched, homeless existence. It was devastating to
have
small, filthy children in tatters tear at me for a rupee. I felt like I
had to
shut down a part of my humanity, a chamber of my heart, when cripples
and
children begged and clawed at me. Often the inside of my mouth felt
gritty, yet I marveled at how gorgeous the
women’s
complexions were in spite of the pollution. Indians’ eyes range in color from amber to hazelnut to dark
chocolate to coal, even startlingly green.
Every day,
people sifted through heaps of used clothing on one side of a city
street,
while teenage girls queued for colorful glass bangles sold from carts
on the
opposite side. The sound of “bakshish” imploring me for a tip, rang in
my ears,
from public bathrooms to public gardens and everywhere in between.
But most
Indians are exceedingly polite—you’ll be “Madamed” or “Sahibed” to
death.
Everyone will inquire about your “good name.” At hotels, you’ll be
earnestly
handed a comment card to fill out (and you won’t get your credit card
back
until you do).
My
favorite
memories are a combination of unexpected events and less-visited spots
I
stumbled upon. In stylish Bombay (an unlikely
blend of Miami, Los Angeles
and New York), I was lucky enough to happen onto a wedding, a festive
and
garish production that rivaled a Bollywood film in its celebratory
excesses,
where I was wholeheartedly welcomed with food and drink.
Speaking
of
Bollywood films, I went to a grand theater in Bombay, paid for a “deluxe” air-conditioned seat in
the
balcony and took in the musical Swades (right). Turns out
you don’t need
Hindu language skills (or subtitles) to understand the plot—a
three-hour plus
spectacle about a boy who meets a girl, falls in love and…well, you
know the
rest. What was especially amusing was the non-stop chattering on
cell
phones by the youth throughout the screening.
The central train station of the city, Victoria Terminus,
is an amalgam of
architectural styles built by the British in 1887. Just after 11 a.m. on weekdays, dabawallahs deliver
freshly
cooked food from thousands of suburban kitchens to office workers in tiffin boxes, aluminum cylinders fitted
together. Coded, then carried in handcarts, they rarely, if ever, go
astray.
Where Old
Meets New
In Dhobi
Ghat I loved the briny scent that clung to
the air
as I watched men unload baskets of eel-like silver fish improbably
called
"Bombay duck" from the Arabian Sea, and women
hung them to dry in what is basically a fishing village smack in
the
middle of
the teeming city, which reminded me that Bombay was once seven islands connected by
causeways. Dhobi
Ghat is an amazing sub-city of washermen, with sheets and clothing
pinned above
concrete wells (right). After
seeing so many of them, I quickly learned
that the
swastika painted on so many shops and houses is an ancient
Sanskrit
symbol for prosperity. And the banners advertising STDs? I
learned it
wasn’t about sexual diseases, but rather denoted that the facility
offered
“Standard
Trunk Dialing.”
The
former
Portuguese colony of Goa is unlike the rest of the country. Old Goa is a UNESCO World Heritage Site,
chock-a-block with
Catholic cathedrals, convents, churches and the tomb of St. Francis
Xavier. I was greeted with a garland of marigolds and a coconut
drink at
The Leela, a posh, sprawling resort complete with a lagoon and golf
course. Located on the quiet, southern tip of the beach, with
talcum-soft
beige sand and palm trees, it could have easily been mistaken for the Caribbean.
Not
surprisingly, given the romantic setting, I was the only single.
I ate my
fill of prawns masala in rich paste of coconut milk and curry, washing
it down
with palm feni, a potent
liquor. I tried a sirodhara ayurvedic treatment
from Kerala, a state even further south, to “balance my energies.” A
sharp-smelling herbal oil was poured in a fine stream on my forehead,
but has
the opposite effect: it made me twitchy and uncomfortably greasy.
I logged
a
lot of time in airports. The India government has implemented extreme security
for both
domestic and international flights. I was frisked and my bags
were
checked and rechecked and tagged, and my boarding passes were verified
and
re-verified every time I flew. The pat-downs are segregated by sex, and
women
were patted down behind a black curtain by same-sex guards. On Republic
Day (similar
to our Independence Day), the Delhi airport was closed for an hour and a half
while the
president attended a parade.
The Taj
Mahal (right),
the timeless beauty of this monument to love in Agra, was most arresting at sunset, even as I was
beset by
begging street urchins and vendors selling trinkets and
postcards. Somewhat stodgy Delhi (think Washington, D.C.) is a series of eight cities ruled and
ruined by
sultans, slave dynasties, horse traders, moghul kings and British Raj
as Sarah
McDonald writes in her witty and poignant book Holy Cow.
There are days
worth of sights in the capital:
the ram-rod straight, elegant bearing of bearded and turbaned Sikhs;
the old
mosque, Jami Masjid, India’s largest; Raj Ghat, Gandi’s tomb with its
eternal
flame; the sandstone walls of Red Fort; the Persian-style Humayuns tomb
in the
center of Nizamuddin, a Moghul mausoleum constructed in the
mid-Sixteenth
century by a grieving widow; Lodi Gardens, where walkers, joggers
and
picnickers congregate; Chandi Chowk Bazaar with stalls of flowers,
fruits,
vegetables and clothing; Connaught Place, surrounded by colonnaded
white
buildings, a reminder of colonization; the solid, pudgy Ambassador cars
manufactured by Hindustan Motors that look like they belong in a 1950s
film.
Planning
Your Trip
The
country’s official tourism web site, www.incredibleindia.org,
is a good resource for researching and planning a trip. I used IndoAsia
Tours,
which helped me finalize my itinerary and inter-country transportation
and
provided for a private car and guide in each city (this is called FIT,
or
Foreign Independent Travel). One caveat: be very clear about what
you
want and expect during the planning stages before you leave the U.S.
Visit www.indoasia-tours.com
for more
information.
"Incredible
India, Part Two," will appear shortly in this newsletter.
NEW YORK CORNER
by John
Mariani
THE MODERN
9 West 53rd Street
212-333-1220
www.themodernnyc.com
To
say that Danny Meyer is one of America's master restaurateurs and hosts
is merely to repeat what has become a cliché. From his
first venture, Union Square Cafe, to Gramercy Tavern, Tabla, Eleven
Madison Park, and Blue Smoke, he has always thought deeply, planned
wisely, never let his reach exceed his grasp of a place, hired chefs
who have become icons in their own right, and all the while set
standards of American hospitality for everyone in the industry.
Now he has taken on his most ambitious
project yet and what may well prove to be his masterwork--The Modern,
a series of restaurants within the new $245 million Museum of Modern
Art. Designed by Peter Bentel, who did several other of Meyer's
restaurants, The Modern has four components: Cafe 2 is a cafeteria that
offers mainly Italian charcuterie, pastas, soups, and salads. Terrace 5
is devoted mainly to desserts.
On the ground floor the Bar Room (below) is a huge space with a
marble bar backed by lighted colorful bottles of spirits and wine; off
to the side is a misty wall-sized photo by Thomas Demand.
Dining in the Bar Room is certainly a lot different from most other
museum cafes, which are so often rank with the smell of rancid
mayonnaise and burnt coffee--the exceptions being the restaurants in
the Bilbao Guggenheim and the Museum of Art in Puerto Rico. Executive
chef Gabriel Kreuther is not catering to those seeking a club sandwich
and penne with tomato sauce (although those are available upstairs in
Cafe 2). His is a serious menu of
seasonal dishes, a little smaller in portion size than in the Dining
Room, but every bit as savory, from a cassolette
of potato and marrow with smoked beef tongue ($11) to Arctic char
tartare with daikon and trout caviar ($14), from foie gras torchon with
Muscat gazpacho and crab croquettes ($19) to an Alsatian
baeckeoffe of lamb,
conch, and tripe ($12).
Kreuther
is Alsatian, which imbues his food with his own personality, and he
made his mark in Manhattan first working at Jean-Georges, then at the
Ritz-Carlton on Central Park South, where his elegant cooking was
testament to the endurance of big city haute cuisine. Upon taking the
job at The Modern, he told Nation's
Restaurant News, "[The idea of modernism] opens a door to
creation but also a more sleek and streamlined presentation with a more
purist side. You take things off instead of adding them
in." Which is all to the good, because towards the end of his
tenure at the Ritz, his cooking was becoming more extravagant and
complex; it is now more artfully focused, and, after a few early
jitters--a bit too much salt, too-fond a hand with smoke--the menu is
now refined and quite exquisite without being precious. Garnishes
are quiet and sauces interactive with the main ingredients.
The Dining Room lies beyond a glowing white glass
wall from the Bar Room, and its decor is a work of genteel
minimalism that puts one in mind of Mies van der Rohe's (who he never
designed a restaurant, but did do the Seagrams
Building, within which his associate Philip Johnson designed The Four
Seasons.) Bentel was able to draw on the talents of various MOMA
curators, including Paola Antonelli of the architecture and design
department, for museum-quality accouterments and comfortable Danish
modern furniture. The room looks out on a unique sight
indeed--the Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Sculpture Garden (above, left) originally designed by
Philip Johnson, with works by the foremost artists of the Twentieth
Century.
Here, served by some of the most
congenial professionals in Meyer's brigades, including managing
director Ana Marie Mormando and sommelier Stéphane Colling
(another Alsatian), you know immediately you are in no other place but
New York. It is a place most people will dress up for (though
the actual dress code is pretty lax), and you'll see every stratum of
New York, American, and world society here, from the artistic
community, fashion, gastronomy, publishing, and finance, all basking in
the glow of perfect lighting.
There is a three-course menu at
$74, and you'll be hard put to choose among wonderful appetizers like
Kreuther's sweet pea soup with barley, aged Comté tuile and
savory
whipped cream, a tartare of yellowfin tun and diver's scallops tinged
with Yellowstone River caviar, and sautéed foie gras with fruit
chutney, pain d'épices,
and a
reduction of Trappist ale. For entrees, there is orange-dusted
Pennsylvania lamb loin with braised shank and Swiss chard, cucumber,
and melon, and roasted wild boar chop with rutabaga choucroute, red
currants, and a potato terrine. Chatham cod comes crusted with
spicy chourizo sausage, served with a white coco bean puree and harissa
oil.
For an extra $14 you may have a
cheese expert wheel over a cart of about 20 different cheeses,
all in perfect condition. Choose as many as you like, with excellent
breads.
Desserts are stunning without being overwrought,
from hazelnut dacquoise with milk chocolate chantilly and a densely
chocolate tarte with vanilla ice cream. The wine list is about
500 labels strong and growing constantly.
Early
reports on The Modern, which opened last spring, were somewhat less
enthusiastic than might have been expected from a project of this
scope, especially one from Danny Meyer's company. But that scope
indeed was the problem early
on: too big, too many disparate elements, too many people, too much
media hype. Now, after nearly six months in operation, Meyer and
The Modern have stabilized into what it was supposed to be, a symbiosis
of contemporary taste and style, as beautiful today as it will
undoubtedly be in years to come, and Kreuther's kitchen has come into
the summer season with more depth and assuredness. It is time to
go--or go back--and be amazed by a restaurant of such proportions and
dreamy aspirations.
HOW
TO PASS THE TIME IN THE YUKON
"What we saw in the
Downtown Hotel in Dawson City, Yukon, was the queerest thing we ever
did see. We watched people drop a pickled toe in their
drink,
raise their glasses and knock it back as the toe slid to their
lips. To join the Sourtoe Cocktail Club, the drinker's lips must
touch the toe. . . . We were told that [the drink] was created [in
1973]
when a miner's toe was found preserved in a jar of alcohol. Since
that day almost fifteen thousand people from around the world have
taken the challenge of drinking down their brandy or beer along with
the petrified appendage. They have a certificate to show for it,
and their names are listed in the official Sourtoe log book. The
first toe used for the cocktail lasted roughly fifteen years, until
someone either stole it or swallowed it. Since then, some members
of the Sourtoe Cocktail Club have willed their toes to the
hotel."--Phyllis Hinz and Lamont MacKay, The Cooking Ladies'
Recipes from the Road (2005).
UNLIKE THE CRAP THEY SERVE
PATIENTS THREE TIMES A DAY
Dr. Toby Cosgrove, head of the Cleveland Clinic, has recommended that
the hospital's on-premises McDonald's outlet leave because he says
their menu is not "heart-healthy food."
QUICK
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*
On July 14--France's Bastille Day,
La
Côte Brasserie in New Orleans will
feature a Bastille Day menu, at $75 pp, Call
504-613-2350. . . Mix
Restaurant in L.A. and Laurent Perrier will host a
Bastille Day
celebration under the stars on the patio. Chef
John Jackson will serve a 5-course
menu of French bistro-style favorites. Call 323-650-4649.
* From July 7-16 Tony May’s San Domenico NY will host a celebration
of food and wine of Campania, Italy, with Ente Regionale Sviluppo
Agricolo
Campania (ERSAC), the marketing office for Campanian food and wine
products, coinciding with the Fancy Food
Show at the
Jacob Javits Center, July 10-12. A
highlight is visiting chef Giovanni
Mariconda from the restaurant Taberna Vulgi in Avellino. A special wine list from the Region of
Compania will
be featured with a sampling of those new to the market.
Call
212-265-5959. . . . Also, on
July 11 Regione Campania will hold a seminar entitled "La Storia della gastronomia Maditerrranea"
with Moderator June Di Schiano, food and wine experts Mary Ewing
Mulligan MS,
Ed Mc Carthy, and Arthur Schwartz, to be catered by San Domenico.
* The Rancho Bernardo
Inn in San
Diego is
now offering "Nine and Dine" in July. Guests
will tee off after 5 pm,
golf until the sun sets, then enjoy dinner, all for $50. call at
858-675-8500
or visit www.ranchobernardoinn.com.
* From July
5-10 three award-winning Chefs from Barbados join three Boston chefs for “Taste of Barbados Chef Exchange.” The Barbados chefs are
Creig Greenidge, Michael Harrison and Michael Hinds.
The three restaurants and chefs participating
from Boston, include
Restaurant L with Chef Pino Maffeo, Spire with Chef Gabriel
Frasca and The Federalist at XV Beacon with Chef David Daniels. For info go to www.visitbarbados.org/pressroom/news.aspx.
*
From July 10-16 Philadelphia's Book
and The Cook Summer expands on its model of cookbook authors
collaborating with local
restaurant chefs and farmers to showcase peak-season, PA Preferred
foods. July 13-15: guest cookbook authors incl. author Aliza Green with
Shula's Steak House Chef Tom Vicario; Linda Dannenberg with Chef Tim
Olivett at Rx; TV host Marc Silverstein, with Liberties' Chef Duran
Smith; Mike Mills, owner of the nationally acclaimed Memphis
Championship Barbecue restaurants with host chefs Adam and Keith
Gertler at The Smoked Joint; Chef Jim Coleman welcomes Walter Staib
author of City Tavern Desserts to Normandy Farms; There will also be an
All-American cheese sampling at Di Bruno Brothers, 1730 Chestnut Street
(free); For a full schedule visit:
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* On July 11
vinegar devotee and Chef Hans Röckenwagner of Röckenwagner Restaurant in Santa Monica, CA, presents a five-course
AIWF dinner, with each dish containing vinegar and complimented
by
interesting Austrian wines. A vinegar tasting will precede the meal.
Members,
$95; Non-members, $105. Call 818-705-1260.
* On July 13,
Josephs Citarella in NYC will serve a dégustation menu
inspired by the Italian
and French Rivieras, paired with regional wines. $100 pp; Call
212-332-1515.
*
From July 15-17 in Watkins Glen, NY, the Finger
Lakes Wine Festival supported by The Corning Museum of Glass, will
feature
a record-breaking number of wineries
from across New York State, with almost 80
wineries. Festival activities
will kick-off on Friday night with the fourth annual toga party,
followed by
fireworks, in addition to sales of hand-made jewelry, arts, crafts, and
gourmet
foods. Also, wine seminars, live blues
& jazz, a Food Court, and see the famous
Watkins Glen International road course up-close and on-track - through
the
windshield of a pace car. For tickets and info call 607-535-2481
or 866-461-7223, or visit www.flwinefest.com.
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MARIANI'S VIRTUAL GOURMET NEWSLETTER is published weekly. Editor/Publisher:
John Mariani. Contributing Writers: Robert Mariani, Naomi
Kooker, Kirsten Skogerson, Edward Brivio, Mort
Hochstein, Suzanne Wright. Contributing
Photographers: Galina Stepanoff-Dargery, Bobby Pirillo. Technical
Advisor: Gerry McLoughlin.
John Mariani is a columnist for Esquire, Wine Spectator, Bloomberg News and
Radio, and Diversion.
He is author of The Encyclopedia
of American Food & Drink (Lebhar-Friedman), The Dictionary
of Italian Food and Drink (Broadway), and, with his wife Galina, the
award-winning new Italian-American Cookbook (Harvard Common
Press).
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