Archive for November, 2012

The Catbird Seat-One Year In

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Anderson (L) and Habiger (R) making magic happen

A little more than a year ago, I was fortunate enough to visit The Catbird Seat back before it was the nationwide media darling that it has most deservedly become. In fact, my profile of the restaurant was my first piece that I had published on Chef Marcus Samuelsson’s national food website, Food Republic. Even though Chefs Josh Habiger and Erik Anderson had only been cooking at The Catbird for a little over a month when I first dined there, I was extremely impressed by their ingenuity and creativity in the menu planning. I’ve eaten at small-plate, prix fixe tasting menu restaurants all over the country, but I thought that this represented one of the best bargain high end dining experiences I had ever encountered. While I didn’t think that every single course worked that evening, and nobody could expect that each bite would lead to eye-rolling and moaning, I thought that overall it was the best meal I’ve ever had in Nashville. At $100/person, it was ridiculously inexpensive for the ingredients, talent and effort involved in the creation of the meal. A similiar dining experience could easily cost triple that in New York, Chicago, San Francisco or Las Vegas.

Recently, I made a return trip up the elevator above Patterson House to enjoy another meal with Habiger, Anderson and their talented staff. I lucked into a seat thanks to a cancelled resevation of a friend who was gracious enough to offer the seat to me. It turned out to be exactly one year to the day since my Food Republic article was published, so it was an opportune time to take another look at what the boys were up to.

Jane Lopes, the talented beverage manager who runs the drink program at The Catbird Seat has recently announced that she is looking to move on and ownership is currently undertaking a national search for her replacement. One of the owners of the restaurant, Ben Goldberg, took over her duties for the evening in addition to his usual job as host. I’ve known Ben for quite awhile, and you’d be hard-pressed to find a more affable and humble restaurateur unless you first encountered his brother and co-owner Max. They’re good people.

So I was a little worried for Ben to have to take on these double duties, but he handled them with great aplomb. Instead of offering the usual two levels of wine, beer and spirits pairing flights with the meal, Ben offered a non-alcoholic and an alcohol option so that he didn’t have to keep up with quite as many different drink permutations. It turns out that the one alcoholic flight offered was the lower-cost option and complemented the the meal in surprising ways throughout the evening. Ben did a great job keeping up with the progression of the plates and glasses. The entire staff should be commended for the facility with which they danced the complex ballet of 32 diners all eating at different parts of a nine-course menu, not to mention the fact that many patrons had special dietary and preference requests that forced the chefs to substitute elements of the dishes on the fly.

Anderson and Habiger seemed even more comfortable in their own skins as they concentrated on the 3-4 dishes that each is responsible for each evening. When plates begin to back up, the whole kitchen crew stepped in to assist without a word of protest about being put in the weeds with regard to their own responsibilities. In a situations that could easily have turned into a episode of I Love Lucy with an immersion circulator substituting for the chocolate conveyor belt, the staff instead put out a wonderfully paced meal of deeply thoughtful dishes.

That’s another aspect where the two young chefs have really grown since I last dined with them. With over a year of developing a repertoire of menu items, the progression from plate to plate seems much more natural then when I first peeked behind the wizards’ curtain. While you can still expect the meal to begin with the porcini/parmesean “Oreo” and the chefs’ homage to hot chicken and conclude with a sweet verion of that same cookie, what came between was a wonderful progression of inventive, beautiful food that was ultimately seasonal. Mushrooms seem to be a current obsession with the chefs, much to the delight of diners as they appeared in various incarnations throughout the evening.

A snack of a single shiitake crackerjack was so delicious that I only half-jokingly asked for a bag to take home, only to find out that unfortunately they had only made 33 pieces for the 32 diners that eveing. Y’know, in case they dropped one. The first course of a Nantucket Bay scallop and a slaw of Mt. Rose apples and a corn bread crumble was delightfully light on the tongue. The soup course which followed seemed simple enough, but remarkably every spoonful of the Sunchoke soup with caramelized yogurt tasted different as the depths of flavors magnified after the warm liquid was poured over a precious pile of black olives, black garlic and black truffles.

I thought I recognized the fish course from my first experience, but the thin red band wrapped around the golden tilefish turned out not to be the dehydrated kimchee of a year ago. In this presentation, what looked like a strip of a Fruit Roll Up turned out to be a delicious accent of chipotle which went perfectly with the tropical avocado, coconut, onions and radish accents of the rest of the dish.

I’d heard stories of the pigeon dish, served dramatically with the claw still attached to the leg. I was not at all put off by the slightly grotesque tableau on the plate, feeling instead that if you don’t recognize that poultry actually do have feet, then maybe you’d better stick to McNuggets. Served with a squab dashi and various flowers, the flavors of the pigeon dish were suprisingly delicate, which contrasted with the boldness of the presentation.

The beef course was expertly cooked and served over a blood red beet sauce with a potato crisp accenting the edge of the plate. Even beetophobes might find something to like in this dish, and if not, the Sam Adams Imperial Series Double Bock that Ben served in a glass rinsed with Aquavit would probably distract them anyway. The next course served as a transition between the savory and the final sweets. It was like a deconstructed beer, with toasted barley, hops, yeast and an orange gelee. The crunch of the barley contrasted with the luxurious orange emulsion for a remarkable sensation.

Desserts were also noteworthy, starting with a pear dish featuring a slightly bitter Fernet gel served with a pear sorbet and cardamom crisp. Where we sat at the chef’s counter, we had a direct view all evening of the half filled egg cups, so we were definitely anticipating that dish. When it was finally set before us filled with custard, maple and thyme and garnished with a strip of crispy bacon, it was well worth the wait! The last sweet course concentrated more on showing off some of the kitchen’s molecular gastronomy chops. It was served on a toasted bourbon barrel stave dusted with dehydrated cherry crisp. Vanilla cake sat next to pineapple gel, oak ice cream, slilvers of vanilla cake and gelatinous balls of bourbon which burst like alcoholic salmon roe in your mouth. I’d gladly swim upstream for more of those.

The crowd of diners in the restaurant was lively but focused on their meals. We dined early at 6:00, which is my suggestion to first-time visitors. That way you can be surprised by each course when it comes out, and if you missed out on some details of the preparation you can watch the chef prepare it for a later seating. Eating early does mean that you miss out on the craziest action as the chefs prepare multiple courses for various parties at the same time, but the calm demeanor exhibited by all the staff at The Catbird Seat doesn’t allow for much visible drama.

A reservation at this restaurant is difficult, but not impossible to get. It does require staying up late since spots open up at midnight exactly 30 days out from the desired dining date. Trust me when I tell you it’s definitely worth drinking a little late night coffee to claim your place at the table.

 

 

Eat Our Cake

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chocolate cake

I love a good piece of cake or a delicious cupcake. I’m pretty easy – I like a cake that’s moist and has some body, a moderate amount of icing that complements, rather than distracts from, the cake itself. Really, I want something that lives up to the cakes my grandmothers used to whip up from scratch – and perhaps it’s childhood nostalgia, but so little seems to match that these days.

The past decade or so has been marked by dessert “trends” – you know what I mean – the sudden obsession, for example, with cupcakes after Sex and the City highlighted New York’s Magnolia Bakery, the obligatory follow ups – cake pops, mini pies, “gourmet” cookies, “luxury” candies. Can we, on the day after Thanksgiving, just agree that we as a nation love sweets and it matters less at a party that you serve trends than something delicious? I prefer something incredibly good, regardless of what the latest “thing” is, and I’m sure you would too.

Of late, at least in the South (where admittedly, we get “trends” a little more slowly in some cases), the dessert in vogue has continued to be some manifestation of the cupcake – and frankly, while dozens of bakeries have popped up to offer them in a vasty collection of flavors, most of them don’t live up to the hype. The general take is pretty disappointing, actually – a gigantic gob of sweet icing in artificial colors, often bedecked with sprinkles sure to delight My Little Pony fans everywhere, tops a small cupcake usually created from an industrial mix rather than scratch ( for consistency purposes, I’ve been assured on occasion). That cupcake is all too often dry and lacking.

Likewise, it’s been easy to get jaded when it comes to gourmet cupcakes. “Really?” is my typical response when I get a note from a PR person wanting me to take a look at the latest variation on the cupcake theme.  I can count on one hand the number of people I’ll buy cakes and cupcakes from : Julia’s Homestyle Bakery in Murfreesboro, a few sellers at the Franklin Farmers’ Market like Dozen, but not a lot of the cupcake shops.

vanillia cake with vanilla buttercreamSo I’m happy to say I’ve met another cupcake and cake baker I want endorse. Kristina Mansoor and I met in a darkened PR office on a Tuesday night, she surreptitiously opened the boxes of cake and cupcakes she’d brought with her, and started to talk. And I quickly realized she got it.

Kristina hails from Charlottesville, VA., and she arrived in Nashville in 2008. She did culinary studies at the Art Institute of Nashville, fell in love with the city, and decided to stay. With a love of baking deep in her soul, she worked in a number of bakeries, including some of those cupcake places and Franklin’s late lamented Curious Gourmet cupcake shop, before striking out on her own.

She started her independent baking career the way most do – by making cupcakes and cakes for her friends and family. The requests escalated, and she found herself producing cakes for all occasions – and voila! A business was born. Now she’s baking like mad, looking for premises, and taking orders for her exceptional product daily. Since it’s the holiday season, and you’re probably planning a party, it seemed a good time to drop a hint to readers that she’s out there.

What Kristina does differently from most of the commercial cupcake places: first she does it from scratch – no mixes, not pre-fab. Second, she avoids artificial color. “I like to stay classic and natural, I like that look,” she says. “I really appreciate natural flavors and colors, I don’t think you need more. That’s not to say if someone wants a bright pink cake for a child or something, I won’t make it, but generally I encourage my customers away from all that.”

That’s not to say her cakes aren’t lovely – they are. Ditto the cupcakes. Her understated, lovely decoration of both adds to their appeal – and Kristina Mansoor loves some cake decorating. And  frankly, it’s refreshing to look at cakes that look more like cakes than cartoons.

The further allure of Mansoor’s baked goods has to do with the flavor combinations she puts into play: These, boys and girls, are different. They are not bland confections , but heady mixes of chocolate cake with chocolate truffle filling and chocolate almond buttercream, cranberry cake with orange buttercream icing, banana cake with cinnamon buttercream, or cardamom cake with brown sugar buttercream topped with bacon, so you can give into your cravings for sweet and salty simultaneously.brown sugar bacon cake

 

 

And should you doubt these will appeal to less refined palates, I’d like to point out that at a recent tasting at Brentwood’s Governor’s Club, kids surrounded Mansoor and wouldn’t let her escape, as they enjoyed samples of every single unusual variety she had. (Kids will try and like unusual foods, as long as you don’t make a fuss about them being something different that they might not like.)

Kristina makes her own jams and jellies as well and these become cake elements. Imagine for example, a black cherry buttercream made from her jelly, paired with chocolate cake.

“I put a lot of passion into what I do, and it’s really important to me  that customers think what they get is amazing, that it’s exactly what they wanted,” says Kristina. “I think it’s tough for me when someone says ‘do what you want’ with an order, because I worry my pick might be different from theirs – but then, the challenge is also inspiration to work even harder to please them. It’s always fun to match my vision with what the client wants, and it lets me think outside the box.”

If you’re ready to order, you can find more details at steenthebean.com (click here). Cupcakes are $2.50 each, with a minimum order of one dozen. An 8” layer cake is $40, with prices increasing with size. Specialty items and sizes are available, with pricing upon request. Yes, she does weddings, corporate events, and any other occasion you can think of – including your holiday party. She doesn’t have a storefront yet, but it’s coming.

The Goods on Kristina Mansoor

Neighborhood:  East Nashville

Lunch:  The Pharmacy, amazing burgers and house-made sodas

Dinner: Germantown Cafe

Dessert (not cake): ice cream

Steak temperature: medium rare

Salad dressing: Bleu cheese, from scratch

Cocktail: White Russian

Listening to: Sail by Awolnation

On your TiVOThe Walking Dead

Book: The Stand by Stephen King

Jeans: American Eagle

Gadget: No gadgets, I’ve got the oldest cellphone on the planet

Thing you can’t live without right now: Lotion – this dry weather is killing my hands

 

 

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