Friday, April 29, 2016

Qualia Coffeehouse


Your Pumped Up Kicks...Better Run, Better Run

My Costa Rican Friend Drip Drip Dripping Away
Joel Finkelstein, proprietor

3917 Georgia Avenue, NW

Petworth
Washington, D.C. 20011
(202) 248-6423


I had the good fortune to wake up very early on Saturday and this led to a chance encounter with the owner of a really great little pour-over coffee shop here in Washington D.C. that has been in operation it turns out for over three years.They have been an assuming little “BLUE BOTTLE“-styled shop and they produce the best brew in town.
In the midst of a terrible recession, Joel Finkelstein has been roasting coffee beans from all over the world in his terrific shop in Petworth to a medium, golden hue. The in-house roasting and the weekend sales are the source of his limited income. There’s a story about why it has some natural challenges built into its business model that make it virtually impossible to make this a going concern given it’s current location.

The money in coffee is in making the Starbuck’s-styled milkshakes (lattes, iced coffee slushies, and the like) that sell for $5.00+ a pop all over the country. But with Joel’s model, he’s trying to make a living teaching bean culture one person at a time. Joel refuses to make a “French Roast” coffee, for example, “It roasts out all the flavor in the bean. You can really only produce a medium roast, if you have any intention of actually tasting the coffee.”

The medium roast is probably higher in caffeine (DARK ROASTS ARE Generally LOWER IN CAFFEINE, oddly); however, the cup they give is smaller and the brew is seriously flavorful. If I could come here during the workday everyday, I would. It’s the perfect alunchboxblog brew, so I recommend you drop by or order by mail and make it at the office.
I drank the Costa Rican blend (see pic above), and as their blog says:
“This coffee is from the Santa Anita Estate located in Naranjo County in the West Valley Region of Tarrazu, where much of Costa Rica’s highest quality coffees are cultivated. The trees grow in volcanic soil on this family owned farm, which is also Rainforest Alliance Certified.”  Tasting Notes: bright, balanced, raisin, caramel
Price: $12/12oz

And Qualia makes the best cup of decaf in the city, and for me, that’s really important (stop your snickering!)
This seasonal blend of beans combines the best of harvests from Central American’s countries including Guatemala, Honduras, Costa Rica, and Mexico. The beans have been decaffeinated using a method that best preserves the natural flavors of the coffee.
Tasting Notes: earthy, cocoa, hint of walnut
Their “Mayan Decaf” tastes exactly like the caffeinated coffee, but left me feeling sated, not dehydrated. With the advent of Peregrine, Filter, The Wydown, and several other cool coffeehouses in DC, I felt lucky to have my friend Pedro recommending Qualia as the best in show.
So for my first installment of ALunchBoxBlog’s Best of DC, I introduce you to Joel Finkelstein’s Qualia Coffeehouse.


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The staff behind the bar seem to know everyone, and if they don’t, they seem to find a social way to make the place feel like it’s a folksy, homey nest. Joel is clearly “all business,” but his staff of 8-10 folks are much more Portland/Omaha than DC/NY. It clearly helps to have a Joel at the helm; otherwise, these guys wouldn’t get to customers at all.
Cool Beans:
Joel Cooling His Beans

The service is seriously conversational in a really good way. I think it sort of makes the place. And you will wait for your simple pour over coffee for quite some time.  They say three minutes, but it’s much more like 7-15 when there’s a crowd. This is no Starbucks. Sit a spell.
In the end you don’t particularly care because the flavors are so distinct and the atmosphere is so indie chic.
I hope that Qualia can expand to other locations. The challenge that Joel finds is that his roast makes it nearly impossible to hold his coffee very long, even as beans. The beans off-gas their roast and become insipid if stored for a long time, so end up having to drink the coffee you purchase as beans in short order. Joel didn’t even give it two months.  He recommended consuming his beans as coffee immediately.
I—for one—am willing to give it a try, at my desk, in the workplace, getting pumped up on the kicks Qualia brings.
Tips for a successful visit:


  • Avoid putting in too much milk in, as it can make your coffee tepid fast.
  • You don’t want to leave it sitting out on a cool morning without slugging it, because the nice ceramic mugs do get cold fast.
  • Outside seating in the front is super nice and good for people watching, but Georgia Ave is a busy place, so be prepared for noise.
  • The location is just blocks south of Yes! Gourmet’s superstore, and you can make a shopping run of it. Yes! can be a brutally overpriced organic store, but a trip to the back of the store on Sunday late afternoons can land you in a pile of mark-downs in the meat section.  (Plan ahead. I found EXCELLENT SIRLOIN STEAK CUTS that were super cheap and terrific.)
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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Memories as Failsafes

Tintagle, 1989

A Letter to My Past

Thanks so much for tonight.

Below you'll see the lyrics that flooded my memory tonight as you spoke about the images you posted from your trip back to England, to our England (sorry about being so "owner-y" about our life there).

I really meant what I "messaged on Facebook." while you were travelling. I was overcome with the lyrics from that song:


"To be in England In the Summertime With my love Close to the edge C-c-c-c-c-close to the edge."Trevor Horn, Art of Noise (1983, I think)
The videos you took on your journey collapsed time for me. (And, no, I have never even been to Mousehole!)  I remembered you as if you and I were there in each other's lives again. And watching from afar, it was as if you were in another time, another place and somehow in sometime with me, yet not with me. (Now, I sound like a Kraftwerk song. Oh the banality of memories.)

Pre-Rafaelite Splendour in the Grass
Then talking with you tonight it all rushed back, like the water filling the pockets of Virginia Wolff's dress as she was drowning herself in the Thames. "Another time, another face seems to step into your place. Another time." And then she rose up and didn't drown. And she saw blue sky again. She didn't succeed in ending it. It doesn't always end as we plan or think we plan.

Birdcage Walk, 1985
I do cry at the thought. I do not know how we can be so strong even at this age, that I can cry and not end up as a basket case. But so much time has passed, I suppose. I think god let's me live in peace and grow well, grow strong again. The experience the life changing moment on  April 26, you were so right to scold me. How can I forget? I suppose because to live peace I must. I do. I forget. And then I remember and sweetly, it comes back, but also a little painfully like a current, brushing me hard to pull me under, and then it doesn't. because of that strength. Because i rise up and float. I guess we both did, really. Because we are survivors, and people who chose life. Just not a life together.

And then it was 1997, and I started to live again, and stopped dying. We could. So we did.

But before then, it was ours. Yet we had no reason to know we could have it. And then, time came, and it escaped us, or we let it go, I don't remember which. Because we were too caught up in the moment. Who the hell had time to remember when we were fighting for our lives.. It was ours.

"To be in England, in the Summertime, with my love..."
Yet after a phone call like tonight, it remains yesterday and today. All a part of one life still being lived, just separately as two lives. I shake as I write this, and I remember. But night's like tonight, I cannot imagine how we chose. How did we have the strength to choose to do what you had to do? How could you? I almost envy you.

I write with a heaving heart. I cannot express how hard it is to do so tonight.
I do cry at the thought. Then I pick myself up, dust myself off...




John Foxx – Annexe Lyrics

Once I was walking alone with a friend
And as we spoke I felt the room begin to fade
And as I looked into another face I thought I knew
I realised some other smile was shining through

Chorus
Another time
"Don't try to talk right now
Just hold me where we stand..."
Another place
Another face seems to snap into your place
Another time
Another place

Don't try to talk right now
Just hold me where we stand
You know I need so much to give some time to you
But often when I try I find that other world behind
Another time
Another place

Once I was walking alone with a friend
And as she spoke I saw the room begin to fade
I turned around to find another lover walking by me
Though she wore her hair a slightly different way.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Sportello, Boston

An Evening at a Fine Dining Cafeteria

So I came back to Chef Barbara Lynch's @Sportello, after all these years. I had last been here when I was workign for Reading Is Fundamental and I was in town for an IRA convention event at the Children's Museum that is practically next door. I'm remembering having a cocktail hour with Peter Reynolds. He and his twin brother had been the M.C. for the annual RIF gala, and I was in Boston reveling in the afterglow at his spectacular offices. 


High-end Cafeteria Luxury
At any rate, I recall coming back the next evening when my hotel concierge suggested a dinner spot called Sportello. This suggestion turned out to be a terrific idea. While Boston prices do make you wonder if D.C. is a cheap city to live in!
When it comes to ordering, I always try to get something I wouldn't either be able to make at home or be willing to make. Looking at the short menu, I'm thinking the braised rabbit with Picholine olives and rosemary and ricotta-stuffed melanzane looks like something I'd never make but would kill to eat. Getting through a menu full of excellent options is easy when these choices are included. There is nearly nothing on this menu I wouldn't love to eat.

@SportelloBoston , part 1: An "Open Table" at the Bar, Really? 


1960s cocktailer at the ersatz wine bar 
OK, so I had set up a reservation on Open Table, but the second the guy sees that I'm a table for one, he scowls and gives the two-top to a couple and tells me I can sit at the bar. Urgh. I'm all, "For chrissakes, I've got a reservation for an OPEN TABLE, not a seat at a bar..." But turns out this bar is a little bit different. They sat me at the "wine bar"...seriously, this is the most down market wine bar ever. And that's intentional. Your rear pays extra for the incredibly uncomfortable 1960's Mrs. Robinson's lanai cocktail stools, think "The Graduate." 

"Oh Benjamin...stop complaining..."



No seriously, these cocktail stools are a mesh specifically designed to turn your seat into a flesh waffle. I have friends who would kill to be sitting here—Scott, I'm looking at you! But me? I was just sitting there ready to kill...

Thankfully my server came along and walked me through a terrific wine by the glass list. Now, say what you will about wines by the glass (and many have: namely, they're a terrible waste of money, you should just get the bottle), I do not relish sitting with an entire bottle of wine as a single diner and (a) looking as if I have a problem, and (b) seeing most of it go to waste because I'm in town working.

This wine list was exciting because they found "affordable" ($9-$15/glass) fine wines that they could serve by the glass. more on that in a moment

@SportelloBoston, part 2: Fava Beans and a Lovely Chianti?

Fava bean "hummus" and a delightful fenneled bread
for the sybarite in all of us.
As I cast my eyes down the menu, I came upon a fava bean puree. This is something that back in my vegan days, specifically when I was a student in Bristol, England, I would consume every Sunday night with a coterie of likeminded souls escaping Thatcher's England for something a little more delicious, We gorged on it.
Short but Special Menu
Just
try finding something you won't eat here. Dare ya.

But at Sportello, there is no gorging. Portions are for adults, not college students, and this particular treat would be meaningless without an order of the smartly portioned house-made bread (required, but most certainly not complimentary here). The u-shaped fennel bread provides a truly amazing opportunity; it's just a thing of beauty. The round walnut bite has a non-yeasty mouth feel, so it's peculiar but also was servicable even if it clearly did not go with the starter I'd ordered. However, the spiadinni is just a crisp of sorts, so it's a little odd as well, but at least worked with the silky fava bean glory that coats the mouth. 

Hannibal Lecter was right about the fava beans, but wrong about the Chianti (see link above for explanation of that quote), however. My server steered me to the blended white from Mt. Etna. High-altitude whites from Sicily? Who knew? Strange and special. The time I took with the waiter was well worth it; he guided me with little effort to this terrific white and sturdy red also from Italy.
A Seat Looking Out Onto Boston
But no sooner had I looked up while I waited for my breads to join my fava bean puree, then the braised rabbit came out. It was waaaay tooo soon. 

From my FB page, where I was live-posting my dinner:
"I'm now sitting in front of a starter and an entree. Very annoying. The tastes all work together terrifically well. Great servers, too. But ultimately, they clearly cannot control the kitchen. Bostonians eat early I'm guessing. It's only 8:34 p.m. What gives? So, I've sent back the rabbit. Oh god...what will happen? Chefs hate that sort of thing. Stay tuned to find out. I'm as unsure as you, i assure you."
My Seat at the "Wine Bar"


@SportelloBoston , part 3: the Returned Entree.


Ultimately, my server assured me there'd be no problem holding my entree. Frankly, I'm paying a small fortune for the entree, so "holding" it didn't sound like anything I relished doing. However, hold it they did.

By the time I'd slowly poured through the white and my starter, the rabbit resurfaced. The melty shaved ricotta salata or parm or whatever it is is a sign that they do have heat lamps even in high-end restaurants; they're somewhere around here. It's a caf, after all, right?!

And still, even after the 20 minute wait to return the entree to my place setting, the slightly salty, braised rabbit proved a strong entree.

But wait, in the tradition of Frank O'Hara, a digressionI went to my Bethesda, Md., butcher the other day and asked him to de-bone a rabbit for me. 


  • But no. 
  • No phone call back. 
  • Silence. 
  • No rabbit. 
Even my butcher abandons me in times of culinary need. And people, this is Bethesda, for chrissssakes. And so ordering rabbit when out for dinner is almost a must for me. Grateful I was. 

Braised rabbit in Strozzapreti, the Priest Strangler
The rabbit was in a salty stew of gentle, not overpowering rosemary and olivey goodness. The final (de-boned) result was then folded into spaetzle-like pasta, apparently called "Strozzapreti." This particular hand-made pasta—also something I won't make at home—is just incredibly satisfying. The Picholine olives and rosemary lend the dish a joyful sweetness, combined with an herbaceous quality, and again that saltiness you begin to crave mid-way through.
But it's that al dente, spaetzle-like pasta thing that I keep coming back to....what is it? It's almost German. Is this a pasta from where? Trieste? Pasta from northern eastern Italy? At any rate, like I say, apparently it's called "Strozzapreti." It's apparently Umbrian, but I swear to god they're making it in a spaetzle-style, rather than traditional pasta methods. 
Sold!
Tonight's dinner out: a success. And a lesson is learned: Make friends early with your server. If you need to return food, it comes back without the spit and anger! And the wine by the glass? Unique, impressive, affordable. Final bill, not so much. But at least with the guidance from my server, I wasn't raked over the financial coals!



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Monday, April 18, 2016

Ramps! Ramps! Ramps!


[Today's blogpost was originally published in 2012]

It’s that time of year again…ramps season! The farmer’s market has never looked so appealing. Walls of ramps! Little wild leeks that basically haven’t really been commercially farmed yet.

Ramps grow wild by creeks and trickles of running water, so they’re perfect with folks who have soaker hoses that they run fairly regularly.
Bev Eggleston, courtesy of Cynthia Connolly
all rights reserved

Talking with Bev Eggleston at the Dupont Circle farmer’s market on Sunday, I ask him about them. He announced he’d have ramps soon; he normally just sells his incredible pork and other meat products. However, he was saying that a couple of years ago, he had given Cynthia rootstock ramps that he heard she’d planted in her backgarden (see image at the close of this blogpost today).

And lo! They are big and full and ready for prime time now.

There are a myriad things you can do with these gems. The recipes are endless, but I cook them like one might put a scallion directly on the grill after a light olive oil and salt/pepper marinade. These are terrific with grilled meats. Garlicky, but great.

Sundays are Ramps Days!

I find myself wondering what’s up with all these odd vegetables and suchlike showing up at farmers markets and in the forests around the world these days. In the (Manchester) Guardian, they published an article on wild garlic. After having read it, I began to think that Mid-Atlantic ramps might be the same thing.







In her article, the author Karen Homer writes:
“But as welcome as shop-bought offerings of asparagus, young spinach and purple sprouting broccoli are, the real treats don’t come neatly packaged. Right now, anyone fond of a woodland walk has an extra reason to don their wellies: at this time of year wild garlic is prolific.”
Courtesy of Cynthia Connolly
all rights reserved 
© 2012
Whatever way you look at it, I think that it’s time to take action. No literally, they're only in season for 2-3 weeks:
  • Strap on your boots
  • Forego the $4.50 per tiny little bunch
  • Find a bog near you
  • Scoop up these little gems, and
  • Cook those ramps up!
Gentlemen, start your engines!

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Monday, April 11, 2016

What to do With Parsnips

Stuck indoors on these cold Spring days we've had here in the midAtlantic, I've been struggling to find the right balance of meal and inactivity. Solution? Soup!

And what a terrific recipe to make. Sure, usually, you expect to hear that a soup is delicious. there are entire restaurants dedicated to just making the stuff. But this soup truly is delightful to make. It’s the process of roasting garlic, rosemary, onion, and parsnips for nearly an hour that transforms the experience of making this soup from work to sheer pleasure.

Rest assured, if you live in an apartment complex or have neighbors in close proximity as I do, the neighbors will ask what the heck you’re making. This cooking process makes the kind of smell in your home that you hope for each time you walk into a fine Italian or Mediterranean restaurant.

And again, like Scott’s butternut squash soup, this one is big enough for a meal, but also delicate enough to be a starter for a much bigger meal. As usual, if it’s a starter, I recommend using espresso cups for serving or very small bowls. If it is the entrĂ©e, I highly recommend that amazing yeasty olive breads you can get in Ralphs, Safeway, Kroger, Harris Teeter, and a whole host of mainstream supermarkets these days. La Brea Bakery bread will work just perfectly and take this from just a soup to a main course in seconds.

The white beans make it filling and hearty; the parsnips and garlic make it tasty and memorable. As I write this, I’m kinda drooling just thinking about it. 

I’m suddenly hungry for lunch, and it’s only 10:30 a.m.

As you can I skipped the pumpkin seeds entirely. No need. Although visually, I’d agree, it’d look better.

But don’t kill yourself making dinner. Simplify your life with this 4-step dinner process. It’ll be much better than anything you’ve had at Panera, and your house will smell amazing.

A big thanks to Catherine Gewertz of Curvy Mama Pies for today's recipe.


Roasted Garlic, Parsnips, and White Bean Soup

Serves 6

Ingredients

4–6 extra large cloves of garlic, skin intact, left whole
1 lb. parships (about 4), cut into 1=inch pieces
1 onion chopped roughly
1 15 oz can white beans, drained and rinsed or 2 cups of cooked white beans
6 c water or vegetable broth
1 T lemon juice (the juice of about ½ lemon)
2 T olive oil, plus more for drizzling
1 T dried rosemary (or a 2”-3” sprig of fresh)
1 T salt
Toasted pumpkin seeds, to serve

Directions

  • Preheat over to 400 degrees F.
  • On a large rimmed baking sheet, toss garlic, parsnips, onion, oil, rosemary, salt, and pepper. Roast for 45 to 55 minutes until garlic and parsnips are tender and turning golden.
  • Gently squeeze garlic from the skins and put into your food processor along with all the roast vegatables, beans, water or brother. Puree in batches
  • Transfer blended soup to a large pot, bring to a simmer, stir so the soup doesn’t scorch the bottom of the pot.
  • Serve hot with sprinkle of pumpkin seeds and drizzle of olive oil.


Lemon or Parmesan?

Some of my guests squeezed drops from the half lemon into the soup. The original recipe calls for cooking the lemon juice into the soup on the final simmer; however, the lemon significantly changes the flavor. I recommend against doing that. I also tapped a teaspoon of parmigiano reggiano over the top, and olive oil—the lemon was superfluous.


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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Barboursville 2010 Octagon

2010 Octagon

A Bottle for a "Special Evening" Red 


'topher came for dinner the other night, and we were terribly excited to be at the end of the winter stockpile. All that was left worth drinking with our dinner was the Barboursville 2010 Octagon. Named after the building that is on site at their property in Colonial Charlottesville, The Octagon is the winery's premier bottle, and held up pretty well, given my cheapy little wine cooler isn't exactly the finest storage unit in the world.

2010 Octagon
Barboursville Winery

  • Charlottesville, Va.
  • Merlot, Cabernet Franc, Cabernet Sauvignon and Petit Verdot
  • 14.3%
  • $58 at Wegman's Supermarket, Ashburn, Va.
  • purchased summer 2014
  • consumed April 2, 2016


Now I've spent some time travelling with 'topher, and he's my go-to when drinking fine, expensive wine now that KoKo lives in Catonsville. (Insert Sad Panda Emoticon here). 'topher's palette knows what it's talking about and even when I'm not sure where the wine is going as it opens up, he knows how to appreciate the wine as it expresses in the glass over time.
'topher and I kickin' it at Chimney Rock

Pic from the Chem Lab
at Chimney Rock
Our first notation was that even after an hour in the decanter, the wine hadn't opened up appreciably. It was almost "weak" and felt unpredictable. Had I purchased a bad bottle? The cork was a big desiccated and dry in  spots. It looked as if I hadn't turned the bottle sufficiently in the cooler.

And though we began with a rich plate of Castelveltranos, double-creme brie, Tempranillo jam, and a really fine olive bread, we decided the wine needed time after a starter sip. So we swifly moved to a bottle of Gustav Lorentz Pinot Blanc. After a pair of glasses there, we meandered back to the table.
Would this journey into a Virginia Bordeaux-blended red be worth the price? Worth the trouble?


'topher raising a glass to our lunch hostess at Pride Mountain
Well, as he and found throughout Napa, it was hit or miss. On our whirlwind excursion there, we hit some truly fine wineries, but mediocre tastings. Chimney Rock hosted us and treated us well, Quintessa was a superb tour, but the wine tasting was meager. It wasn't until we arrived at the top of Spring Mountain where I put on a show and got us on property without an appointment. The great luck meant the woman who served us at Pride Mountain Wines was thrilled to have the company on bottling day. She was bored watching the laborers fill the bottles off a truck int he lot and she was more than happy to welcome us to not only their fantastic winery, but also to offer us the ONLY spot in all of Napa that had legal space for dining. Part of the property sits on the Sonoma County facing side, and so they have perfect picnic tables there for those thrifty wine touring folks who need shelter from the brutal attitude of Napa.

Back to the Barboursville
And Pride wines are truly terrific, so after a bottle of the Cab, we were ready to get back on the road and find out accommodations(!)

Oh my...I'm veeeeeeered waaaaaaaay off topic. Yes, again...the review of the Octagon.

Here's our notes from the dinner. The 2010 Octagon was served with a supper made of three primary plats, small sides. A chicken thigh, a small portion of fresh pasta with fresh tomato, and a saladette.
The first glass had a nice fragrance. We decanted 1 hour before sitting down. This dry red wasn't particularly bold or high in alcohol, despite 2010 being a hot summer. The wine really changed its shape once we drank it with the main meal. The wine did not particularly go well with the appetizers mentioned earlier in the blogpost. However, more was to come...

When the wine mixed in the mouth with the skin of the chicken (stuffed with panko, parm, red pepper, and lemon zest), the mouthful took on a smokey-ness that was beyond expectation. The wine kicked the entire meal up a notch. Smoke, tobacco, smooth tannins, and a really pleasant mouthfeel. For $58 a bottle, you would expect no less, I realize. But I have to admit, I have no compunction about spending this kind of money on a wine that can accentuate and surprise when served with the main.

So often, reds will be so palatable that you'll chug them with the melty brie or salty cheeses and olives, but this one you want to wait for. So splurge a little. Skip the macchiatos this month, and get to Wegman's for a bottle of "special evening red." 




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