Day Forty-Five. Sushi Burrito.
May 16, 2011 § 1 Comment
Day Forty-Five was another of those days where I experienced many new things, but the ones that resonate the most have to do with food, in the form of sushi burritos, Pinkberry frozen yogurt, and molecular gastronomy.
Shelley, Patrick, and I headed to LACMAlate on the morning of Day Forty-Five to tour the museum and see one of my bestest, oldest friends Clarissa. While waiting for her by the tar pits next to the museum, we looked across the street at the food trucks lined up in preparation for lunch. We were planning to make a visit to them once Clarissa met up with us. Sushi Burrito was written across one. Patrick’s eyes lit up at the possibility of two of his favorite foods combined into in one dish. As it turns out, the sushi burrito truck rarely makes an appearance in front of LACMA, and when it does the employees go wild. Or just get a little excited. Clarissa was no exception. Before we headed across the street she was describing the various food she had gotten from that little roadway of take out and she wistfully mentioned the sushi burrito. She practically jumped out of her cute booties when we informed her that the orange van was in fact parked among the vendors. The whole experience sounded extremely promising.
Patrick, Shelley, and Clarissa all got the spicy tuna burrito, and I settled on the California roll one. I have what I like to refer to as a “sensitive palette” meaning I sweat at the thought of spicy food. And when I say spicy, I mean anything with the hint of jalapeno. The “burrito” was basically a sushi roll in Mexican style. The rice and fillings were wrapped in a thin rice paper instead o a tortilla. It was….unique. I have to say I didn’t enjoy mine as much as everyone seemed to theirs, but I also had a different roll. It was just very sweet and very ricy. But the Izzle I washed it down with was, as usual, very refreshing.
After a lunch made of a Japanese Mexican marriage, we headed into the museum. It was quite huge and we really only made it through the contemporary section; my stupidity in wearing heels caught up with me and I started walking like I had hooves for feet. We were all pretty tired, so we trekked back to the car to head off.
Our next stop was the Grove where no celebrities were spotted, but apparently the cast of Glee was singing later in the evening. We walked around the outdoor/covered area for a bit and headed to Pinkberry, a weird frozen yogurt phenomenon I had yet to experience.
After our mall visit, we headed to Mulholland Drive to check out some of the awesome views of Los Angeles. Apparently, nighttime is the best time to test your driving skills on the winding road, but the afternoon afforded some nice perspective shots as well. We stopped a few times at the scenic overlooks and I took some pictures while Patrick stayed a safe distance from the edge of the ravine rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans. I even saw a Four Loko can in the brush down one of the hills. Drinking energy/alcoholic beverages a couple hundred feet up…that seems like a great idea.
After our winding tour overlooking LA, we headed back to the apartment to change for dinner. Shelley made reservations at Bazaar, a molecular gastronomy restaurant by Washington, DC-based chef Jose Andreas. She and Kenley had eaten at one of his places in our nation’s capital, and wanted to try out its partner in their new city. As much as I had seen Richard Blais cook with liquid nitrogen on Top Chef, I had never tried any of this weird subcultural science food. It was exciting.
The menu was an interesting blend of tapas, some traditional and some “modern” in the vein of the molecular gastronomy genre. The four of us scanned through the items and each chose a few that stood out, planning on sharing everything. It worked out extremely well, and there were several highlights to the meal. We started with the creamiest guacamole I have ever had the pleasure of tasting, served in a thin tortilla kind of cup. Perhaps the strangest item we tried was the Tortilla de Patatas “New Way.” Potato foam, egg 63, and caramelized onions. You eat it with a spoon, from the bottom up, gathering the soft-boiled egg, potato foam (yes, it was flavorful foam), and a little on the onion topping in one fell scoop. The texture really didn’t match the rich taste of the spoonful. It only took a few spoonfuls to eat the dish, but the flavors were pretty amazing. The other incredibly memorable dish was the Foie Gras sliders, although I think it was listed as “Duck Liver” on the menu. The mini sandwiches included quince and were served on toasted brioche. This was one of Patrick’s selections. Since Andreas is partly known for his “Foie Gras Cotton Candy,” which we did not try, I think he wanted to taste some version of the pate. The sandwich was kind of sweet, with an incredibly smooth texture. I think the strangest part for me was the chilled foie gras/quince jam. The bread was slightly warmer, so the sensation of the two temperatures was very odd. But good.
After we had eaten most of the tapas that had been ordered, we witnessed a server walking across the restaurant with a sneaker perched on his tray, as though it were grand display of elegance. We asked our guy what it was and as he described the chicken pot pie croquettes, we were all in agreement to order some ourselves, purely for the novelty of eating a dish out of a sneaker. They too were tasty, and it was a pure example of how plate presentation can influence the diner.
We had several other items, and after the meal walked over to the patisserie across the restaurant for some sweeter temptations. I opted for liquid dessert, ordering the Passion Fruit Martini described as, “rum, passion fruit and ginger-laurel syrup, with passion fruit foam.” After the tasty patatas, I was down with any food or drink that included foam. And the drink was certainly up to par with the rest of the meal. Sweet, tart, but not too much of either flavors.
After filling our bellies (and emptying our wallets), we headed to meet my friend Clarissa again near her area. We headed to The Dresden Lounge, another sort of themed bar/restaurant in Los Angeles. The schtick to this one was Marty and Elayne, a local fixture at the bar who looked like half dead resurrections from that weird bar in Twin Peaks. They crooned in between round leather booths as we drank our cocktails and chatted. It really did feel a bit like time travel.
After a long day filled with activities and ideas from Shelley’s thorough itinerary (it really is awesome, how well she plans), we headed home to sleep. Molecular Gastronomy, Sushi Burrito, Pinkberry dreams.