No need to induce “alternative facts” to paint the real scene of the newly opened Izakaya Minato, a surefire example of a Japanese gastropub. So, if you’re looking for the next big thing in Portland dining then take yourself to 54 Washington Ave. where this newcomer opened earlier this week. It’s next door to the Tex-Mex grandee, Terlingua, and across the street from the strip’s highly regarded darling, Drifter’s Wife. It also sits opposite from the former Roustabout, which closed last month. Word has it that none other than the indefatigable Rooms honcho Harding Lee Smith will fill the space. It’s unclear what culinary route he’ll take, but so far no names have drifted across the transom. Do I hear The Washington Room?
First Look: Izakaya Minato–More Than Just Another Restaurant on Washington Ave. But Rather a Vital Dining Destination
It seemed so comforting to make this wonderfully rich, sweet cake as we got pelted by snow and ice earlier this week. It’s a messy cake to prepare: lots of sifting of flour, powdery confectioner’s sugar, brown sugar and tons of butter. Sometimes I use equal amounts of light-brown and dark-brown sugar (for ease of preparation weigh the two sugars to equal 430 grams or 14 ounces instead of packing them into 2 measuring cups).
In the holding-tank of Portland restaurants, more Asian eateries continue to fill our culinary narrative in bold, declarative ways. Consider the arrival of Sichuan Kitchen, which opened two weeks ago, in a prime Congress Street location. I went with a friend shortly after its debut, and we had a few dishes from the concise menu. The Zhong dumplings, for instance, filled with pork were amazing: the dumpling dough was rich and the concentrated soy sauce with Szechuan peppercorns and chili in which to roll around the dumplings, conspired to make these some of the tastiest in town. Our second dish, the twice cooked pork, however, was bland—barely any heat, and the tender pieces of meat could have benefited by an assertive marinade before cooking. A third dish, this time white fish with pickled greens, which our waitress raved about, was disappointing: the swai fish–an Asian farmed catfish, which can be a problematic fish if it doesn’t have exemplary farming practices—was the blandest white fish, helped a bit from the pickled vegetables.
Few, if any, of our restaurants in the Portland area could be called precious. But then walk into The Purple House in North Yarmouth and the Zeitgeist of this culinary Zen den dazzles discreetly. You ponder, Am I in a place where I’ll have a spot of coffee, bagel, pastry or a sit-down meal in this exquisite little spot with its communal harvest table and open kitchen with aromas that tantalize?
From early morning until 11:00 AM you’ll literally join a crowd who are already jamming this charming café for the Montreal style bagels that owner/chef Krista Kerns Desjarlais has hand-rolled and baked in the brick wood oven, which imparts a very particular patina to America’s favorite breakfast bread. (And, for now, don’t be surprised to see another star chef, Jason Williams, of The Well at Jordan’s Farm, giving a helping hand in the kitchen.)
Lemon meringue pie is one of the hallmarks of the American dessert repertoire. It’s not that difficult to make, though its three elements require care of preparation. For starters, use a rich, flaky pastry dough (see link for my flaky pastry dough recipe). This needs to be baked blind. Second step is the lemon custard filling. It’s thickened with cornstarch and flour so that when you add egg yolks to cook, the yolks when simmered to thicken won’t curdle because the flour and cornstarch prevent this. Then there’s the meringue.
It’s that predictable rite of passage when critics at various publications—local and national—compile their year-end lists of the best in film, theater, books, food and dining. So herewith is my contribution to that formality: what impressed and what didn’t and a stab or two at coming trends in food and dining in Greater Portland.
That Portland dining hasn’t taken an evolutionary leap in the past year means that we’ve settled in with what’s here and now–and it all remains very good. The town didn’t get, for instance, a knock-you-down Korean restaurant, all the rage in other (larger) cities. But I’m looking forward to Sichuan Kitchen at 612 Congress St., which is slated to open this weekend; it will be the first restaurant in many years that offers Portlanders the intricate flavors of Szechuan cooking. Though my favorite is still Empire Chinese for its terrific take on Cantonese cuisine. When I stopped in for lunch the other day (hot and sour soup and spicy pork bao’s) the place had a noontime crush as though it were a Saturday night.
All those holiday roasts that we painstakingly prepare and from which we covet each luscious bite sometimes seem destined to be the prize at the end of the road: the leftovers.
We wound up for dinner at The Front Room by default. Our first pick was the convenience of Roustabout, a few minutes from home. It was closed for a private party. Second choice, up the hill to Lolita. And that, too, was closed for a private party. It was as though we had spiraled into a conspiracy to keep us from enjoying the dinner hour. But it’s holiday time and many restaurants in Portland are enjoying increased dining traffic with seasonal fetes.
We found a parking space, however, near Lolita—a near miracle since the arcane parking rules on Munjoy Hill, Portland’s most trendy neighborhood, defy urban ease, probably the most difficult place to park in the city with No Parking signs everywhere.
Then it occurred to us to repair to the Front Room, a few blocks away. As we approached the restaurant it looked dark. Oh, no. Closed too? It was just the angle of light and darkness that gave that impression. But as soon as we walked in we were so glad. What a warm and welcoming room, with its beamed ceilings and open kitchen lauding over the room.
Franks and beans are as much of a tradition in New England as attending the Magic of Christmas celebration at Portland’s Merrill Auditorium. I’ve only gone once to that wonderful extravaganza, but baked beans have a much larger meaning for me. For one I’ve not been a great baked-beans cook. I usually add too much liquid and over- or under-cook the beans—basically it’s not my culinary métier. Though I’ve found that the recipe on the back of the State of Maine beans package sold in local supermarkets is a classic, standard recipe that works well. But this go round last Saturday night, I used a recipe that was one of those wonderful hand-me-down formulas–often the hallmark of great home cooking. I found it in Linda Greenlaw’s wonderful book, Cooking on a Very Small Island–chockful of regional recipes that are so good.
Briefly Noted: Delicious Fare Is On the Menu–The Portland Harbor Hotel’s Eve’s at the Garden Should be on your Dining List
It’s about time that Eve’s, the dining room at the Portland Harbor Hotel, has joined the ranks of hotel and independent restaurants to contribute substantively to our dining scene. Earlier this week I joined a small group put together by the hotel’s marketing team, Gillian and Jim Britt, for a tasting of the new menu that has debuted with some very fine dishes from chef Tim Labonte.
In the past, I’ve been critical of Eve’s, the dining room and the hotel itself. But to stay competitive all lodging and dining operations must be top drawer in how they project themselves. And Eve’s is stepping into the 21st century meaningfully.