Friday, December 31, 2010
Just when the scorecard was already looking good for 2010, Ms G's comes along and bumps the average up even higher. This year, Sydney's been lucky to welcome so many brilliant newcomers (Berta, Duke Bistro, Bloodwood, Porteno, to name some of the fresh blood) and this place ends 2010 on a pretty dizzy note.
Ms G's re-teams Dan Hong and Jowett Yu from Lotus and it crackles with a no-introduction-necessary energy, judging from the crowded state of the four-level restaurant on the Monday just after it opened. While everyone's attention was redirected by end-of-year festivities, this place still managed to hit breakneck speed and it's no-brainer easy to work out why.
There's a fun, wiseguy wit to Ms G's – its whipsmart take on Asian cuisine seems summed up by its name alone: a lively wordplay that embraces the much-maligned monosodium glutamate additive that dogs Asian cooking. And sure, the last time I saw a Maggi bottle was when I was a kid, dousing it on rice to pathetically give it some lazy flavour; I never thought its next appearance would be at a restaurant run by renowned chefs.
Like a seamlessly brilliant hip hop track though, Ms G's samples from unlikely places (heirloom tomato is partnered with crispy tofu and Thai basil; high-pedigree dining meets bubble-tea-inspired cocktails) to refashion items into new works full of zip and unexpected catchiness.
One highlight is the Stoner's Delight ($12), an ode to pothead appetites that would win over the most zero-tolerance anti-drug fogey. Passionfruit marshmallow and Mars-Bar-style peanut brittle and chocolate is teamed with an impossibly delicious scoop of caramelised banana ice cream. This would be so very hard to just say "no" to.
Ms G's proves dining can be a crack-up and still be perceptive, imaginative and incredibly clever. Its good-humoured nature even extends to the decor, where the toilets are papered in unironic recipes from the 1970s.
The closest thing I could come to a complaint is that the menu is so extensive that it's impossible to narrow down what you want (especially dessert-wise, where you want ownership over every item on offer, even though your stomach's limits sadly won't allow that to happen). And that isn't even a bad thing. The vego options are good, too.
Like the album that sneaks in at the tail-end of the year and forces everyone to reshuffle their Best Of lists (2010's candidate = Kanye), Ms G's is that last-minute surprise that makes staying alert worth it.
Ms G's, 155 Victoria St, Potts Point, (02) 8313 1000, www.merivale.com/#/msgs/msgs. You can also follow chefs Dan Hong and Jowett Yu on Twitter, where they make frequent use of their catchphrase, "Balls deep".
Flower-shaped monaka from Toraya
Tabi Bagel in Tokyo doesn't have a closing hour. The shop opens at 7am and the doors shut once the last bagel is sold. Sometimes this happens in just one whirlwind hour, as I learnt through Justine. To visit this tiny bakery, you may have to play tough with the snooze button.
The earlybird-commitment is worth it, though – these bagels are a 200-yen exchange of fresh-baked awesomeness. After making the poor owner recount every flavour on display (followed by our amnesiac recall and "what's this one again?" re-questioning), I had Olive and Rosemary (covertly loaded with green olives and herbs inside: so bite-worthy and delicious), Multi-Spice (seeded with cumin, fennel and other earthy jolts) and Orange Peel (crinkly citrus yum). Will's haul included one with sesame bean paste, the kind usually sweetly jammed inside fish-shaped taiyaki treats.
I asked the owner how Japanese bagels are different and he said they weren't really – with one neighbourhood-inspired distinction. Yanaka, where the shop is located, has a more elderly population – you see lots of olds zipping along on bikes as you walk the streets and laneways – so he makes sure to keep his produce soft, so his customers can chew the bagels without a problem.
The locals seem to reward his thoughtfulness. Sam went visiting some weeks after we dropped by and the owner still remembered us. I guess not many foreigners stop by? Funny, when a place remains mainly tourist-undiscovered and thrives on local-only endorsement, that only makes you want to visit it even more.
Tabi Bagel, 2-5-14, Yanaka, Taito-ku, Tokyo. Yanaka is a fascinating place, left unruined by wartime air raids and with traditional wood houses and temples still intact – it's one of the few "old" places left in the city. If you walk a bit further, you can visit the SCAI The Bathhouse gallery, and stroll onwards to the peaceful Yanaka Cemetery.
"He turned out our very best meal in Tokyo, and (at second glance) I think he did it using a couple of deluxe camping stoves."
When I read this gold-star endorsement from Heidi Swanson on her 101 Cookbooks blog, I added the eatery to my must-visit list.
The place is Asahi, a restaurant that only has enough room for three tables and is run by a longtime baker, Koichi Nakajima, who now specialises in a type of vegan hand-made soba found nowhere else in the city.
We had warm bowls of nori-topped noodles and shared a big platter of grilled vegetables, tofu and pickles – the flavours honest and extracted without show or fuss. We sat in a room where everything was carved out of timber and the whole meal itself had a hand-crafted and one-of-a-kind feel. A pot of soba tea was a calmative end-note to the night.
Asahi, 4-32-26 Kitazawa, Setagaya-ku, (03) 3485-7785. It's hidden on a quiet side street and Japanese addresses are notoriously tricky. Most taxis have a GPS, so we took a cab instead of the "end up insanely lost" option. It's closed on Tuesdays and the third Monday of the month.
I think it took about three footsteps before Eliza Sarlos, Will and I all instantly fell in love with Vacant. An ultra-cool shop/gallery/venue, it also houses Vacanteen, which serves vegan food (sample menu items: the endearingly-titled "Landscape Plate" and "Plant Plate").
Vacant is run by a group of friends and everything feels like it was filtered by the kind of personal endorsement that determines a mixtape. On display are zines, design books and cool odds-and-ends (including large rubber stamps of old-school American diners); it also has a must-attend calendar (we were too early for a David Byrne exhibition and a Sharon Van Etten gig, alas). Eli wants to know how to relocate Vacant to Sydney. Before that miracle happens, you can visit it at its current (and, sadly, only) address.
Vacant, 1F 3-20-13 Jingumae, Shibuya-ku, Tokyo, 03 6459 2962, www.n0idea.com/vacant
An izakaya that serves Ice Cream Bread – that sells itself. Teyandei is also a fine budget-friendly pick, according to The Guardian, although by the end of the night, we were so full and food-coma-ish, I couldn't honestly account for the state of my wallet.
Teyandei specialises in Okinawan cuisine, although Grace's regional favourite, sea grapes, sadly wasn't on offer the night we visited. We did have Burdock Chips that were served like long, calligraphic scrawls that you can munch and Tofu in Hot Sesame Oil; and while I'm not sure how genuinely Japanese Tomato Pudding, Worcester Fried Noodles and Steamed Chicken with Welsh Onion Sauce are, these dishes all ended up on our table, too.
The crowdpulling item at Teyandei, though, is the ice cream bread, a fact backed up by the waiter repeated hailing it as its "number one, number one!" dish once we ordered it. According to Grace, the kitchen stuffs a baguette with deep-frozen ice cream and fries it. Each serve comes as an individual slice and we were told to eat it with one hand (a handy mess-limiting instruction). The baguette is all buttery and toasty and the ice-cream filling creamy and perfect. It turns out that an ice cream sandwich can be outclassed.
Teyandei has several branches in Tokyo. We went to the one at 8-19 Sakuragaoka-cho, Shibuya-ku. It's really tricky to find, and does not look like a restaurant from the outside. I recommend hailing a GPS-enabled cab. For more details, call 03 3462 6411.
Toraya has been making traditional confectionery for centuries – the Imperial family has been enjoying its crafted sweets since the 1500s. On display at its all-white, minimalist Midtown branch are beautiful-looking monaka (wafers shaped like cherry blossoms or chrysanthemums enclosing an azuki bean jam), wagashi that resemble museum-display fruit, and pretty slabs of graphic yokan jelly. Many of these treats are meant to be served with tea – conveniently, a Toraya salon serving select brews is only a few footsteps away from this confectionery boutique.
I found out about Toraya through Justine, who runs the wonderful Upon A Fold blog and shop. You need to see her amazing pictures to grasp how elegant this gallery-like store is.
Toraya is a good spot for picking up some sophisticated-looking souvenirs. You may need a deep unconditional love of azuki bean to enjoy the confectionery, as many of the sweets centre around that main ingredient. Personally, I'm not the greatest fan of that sticky-sweet flavour, but the boutique also offers some beautiful stationery, exhibition displays and the nearby tearoom offers an intriguing range of Japanese beverages.
Located in the Tokyo Midtown complex, Toraya also allows you to briefly teleport to Paris, as it's within browsing distance of excellent outlets for the Maison Kayser bakery (for a local treat, I had the yuzu bread) and chocolatier JP Hevin. We stocked up on the latter's macarons, taking the box back to our hotel to enjoy with a complimentary jasmine brew (I love that accommodation in Japan always has the tea-making aspect covered).
Toraya, Tokyo Midtown Galleria B1, 9-7-4 Akasaka, Minato, Tokyo. It is also a short walking distance to 21_21 Design Sight gallery, a great art space that's co-directed by Issey Miyake and designed by Tadao Ando.
The Studio Ghibli Museum is worth jumping up and down over, but its Straw Hat Cafe also inspires kid-like delight.
The menu includes items such as Breaded Pork Cutlet Sandwich For The Hungry Stomach and Looking Up At a Clear Blue Sky in the Field Cream Soda.
I was banking on a Fruit Sandwich of Your Dreams, but sadly, the hope-dashing reality was that the kitchen had run out. So I opted for the Straw Hat Omelette Filled With Fried Rice, which was beyond consoling as a second choice – it was entirely awesome. It is shaped like a three-dimensional straw hat and the tomato-sauce portion comes in a heart-like drizzle.
You can also order a Straw Hat Cappucino and all the drinks are served with straws made from, yes, actual straw.
The museum itself is amazing – it has cartoony architectural features, hand-crank animations, zoetropes that blur into life like magic and detailed replicas of a filmmaker's room, right down to the worn-out reference books, first-draft sketches and beverages used for company. There's also a cinema with a train car as a projectionist's booth and a Cat Bus that sadly only admits school-aged kids (it isn't a working vehicle but a giant soft toy that children jump all over, tossing Dust Bunny toys out the bus windows for sport).
Until May 2011, the Studio Ghibli cinema will be screening Mr. Dough and the Egg Princess, which is inspired by a traditional European folk story about a loaf of bread that runs away. The short film is accompanied by an exhibition that features director Hayao Miyazaki's illustrations, an array of bread-making tools and ingredients, and flour-grinding demonstrations where kids eagerly make use of a traditional stone wheel.
Studio Ghibli Museum, 1-1-83 Simorenjaku, Mitaka-shi, Tokyo. Limited tickets are available for each day and it's best if Australian visitors buy them here.
Hattifnatt pics by Ebony Bizys, who ultra-kindly let me use them here
When heading to Japan's capital, one must-pack item is the Hello Sandwich guide. Created by the ultra-Tokyo-savvy Ebony Bizys, this zine was our GPS throughout the streetways and metro lines, leading us to local gems of all sizes (from tiny stores full of beautiful clutter to department store wonderlands like the mega-stylish Opening Ceremony). It's as great as having a good friend steering you through their favourite neighbourhoods.
One of my most-loved discoveries through Ebony had to be Hattifnatt Cafe, which you may have seen in her Tokyo Guide and her story for Frankie magazine's Spaces. There are two branches and the original is in Koenji, a former electronics store turned into a treehouse cafe. The entrance is kid-sized, so duck your head as you enter. As you climb into the cubby-like levels, you're greeted with hyper-bright murals of picturebook-like birds, flowers and woodland creatures. It feels like you're about to have lunch on the set of Playschool or Sesame Street.
The menu is illustrated with cute drawings (mugs of frothy beers, colourful drink bottles) and covered in a stitched blanket. When the cafe is busy, you order via the intercom, quoting the letter on your giant spoon ("This lunch is brought to you by the letter 'E'?") so the staff can locate you.
I'd been set on the Avocado Taco Rice, ever since reading about it in Ebony's zine in May, and it was worth the drumroll anticipation. (Ebony kindly helped me broker a vegetarian-friendly version with the staff, as it usually is stuffed with meat).
For an extra dose of tweeness, you can visit the Too Ticki stationery/homewares shop next door, which is run by the same people. It's display-stacked with crafty goods like hand-carved stamps and patchwork purses.
While the picture-cute coffee had been a drawcard, the Koenji branch of Hattifnatt wasn't offering any on the day we were there. It seems to be more of a specialty for the equally cosy Kichijoji outpost.
Hattifnatt Cafe, 2-18-10 Koenji kita, Suginami-ku. You can read more about it in Ebony's indispensable Hello Sandwich Tokyo Guide and her contribution to Frankie magazine's Spaces.
Speaking of Hello Sandwich, it was one of many reading essentials that helped me finetune my Tokyo plans. Other helpful resources include Justine's Tokyo posts on her wonderful blog (I regret not having had enough time to try this recommendation: "A trip to Tokyo is worth it just to experience the tea-making service at Ori Higashiya’s Sabo"); the brilliant Tokyo By Tokyo, compiled by Claska, with creative locals detailing their favourites under great categories such as "Unique Offices Supporting The Art Scene From The Shadows", "Shops to Titillate An 8-bit Heart" and "The Three Most Splendidly Lavish Toilets In Tokyo". It was through this book that I found out about Tabi Bagel and Teyandei; iPhone-reliant travellers should know that it's been freshly turned into an app. Eloise Rapp's My Tokyo features lots of great shops (including a store that specialises entirely in cute and highly wearable socks). Also check out Chocolate & Zucchini's Japan highlights (Clotilde's right, railway bentos are awesome) and recommendations from ii-ne-kore's Bree Claffey and other Japan-savvy folk. Lo-Fi Tokyo also directed us to plenty of brilliant spots. I feel really lucky that the internet has made trip-planning so much more personal and particular and that you no longer need to rely on a few major travel guides to determine how your holiday will turn out.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
I hope your holidays are full of yums, none-too-painful food comas and that the company is good (or if the company = a compulsory obligation rather than mutually enjoyable, then fingers crossed that the food, drink and present-blitz makes it a little easier to put on that poker face).
Right now, the air is seasoned with roasting rosemary and garlic, Will's lamb and my vegies, but later on we're going to have these Egg Nog, Christmas Pudding and Ginger Breadless Men pralines from Kakawa.
I hope there's lots to sweeten your break. Happy holidays.
Shop 5, 147 William St (a few blocks from the Darlinghurst Rd end), Darlinghurst, (02) 9331 8818, www.kakawachocolates.com.au.
For any Twitter-weary people out there, here's a case for the defence: it helps you find amazing places to visit overseas.
During a research-binge on where to eat in Japan, I posted this throwaway tweet:
"In Japan, ham is considered a vegetable" -> OK, my attempt to find good vego-friendly places to dine at in Osaka, Kyoto will be tricky...
It was just a momentary observation, with zero expectation for a response; so it was a surprise when the ultra-knowledgable Justin Norrie tweeted back two generous, trip-worthy tips.
He suggested I buy Time Out Kyoto for recommendations because the editor is a vegetarian; this is how I find out about Tamaki, which was Will's far-and-above favourite of all the places we dined in Japan.
Before we even ate a single thing at Tamaki, though, we were stunned by how gorgeous this machiya restaurant was – everything right down to the patterned paper folded around our chopsticks was considered and beautiful. I wondered if the elegant Wa-style fabrics adorning everything (even the chair legs!) were a reference to the fact this 19th-century timber building used to be a kimono merchant’s house.
The food was inflected with chef Hiroyuki Aoike's background in classic French cuisine (green tea brulée, chocolate gateau), and even the simplest things (a fruit salad with plain jelly, a lychee tea) inspired moment-savouring.
We had the lunch menu but I would love to have tried the kaiseki set that is on offer at night.
Tamaki, 472-1 Kinbuki-cho, Ryogaemachi Dori, Nijo-sagaru, Nakagyo-ku, Kyoto. This place was impossible to find, and we spent 40 minutes looking for it, all while being never more than two minutes' walk away. Even local passers-by were stumped. Lesson learnt: if lost, always ask a shop employee as their knowledge of nearby businesses is pretty solid. From Karasuma Oike, after passing the Manga Museum, it's a block left and then a block-and-a-bit right, but ring ahead, especially if you want a vegetarian meal, and get better instructions when booking on 075 213 4177. And look at the website, so you can blaze the shopfront into memory; it'll make the "found it!" moment more satisfying.
Justin also tipped me off about Kanga-An: "If you're prepared to drop Y5000 for lunch or Y9000 for dinner, you should try this place. It's special. I'm not vegetarian, but friends who are agree it's an unforgettable experience."
I know a word like "unforgettable" can often be used so disposably, so it gets unlatched from any sense of grandness or memory-burning significance, but in the case of this restaurant, it is entirely, unmistakably resonant: this is a meal you'll always remember.
Built in the 17th century on the request of retired Emperor Go Mizunoo, Kanga-An is a temple that serves fucha ryori, "a Chinese-influenced vegetarian food that's more flamboyant than shojin ryori, its better-known Zen cousin", according to Japan Times.
Not only that, it is so visually exquisite that it's hard to believe. The meal started with traditional Japanese sweets and powdered green tea – we thought that was nicely presented, but that was blitzed by the two following courses, which were served on platters with rock gardens intact. I'd never had a meal that came with its own landscaping before, but this was the level of eye-dazzling showmanship on offer.
There was food camouflaged by bamboo leaves, petal-shaped lotus root, edible mini-baskets woven from konbu, colour-vivid tempura flowers, plums adorned with gold leaf, rainbow-striped tofu, pattern-cut pumpkin shells and even chestnut "husks" – the spikes cleverly made from short, stiff strands of green tea noodles (to the point of such authenticity that diners don't realise the dish is edible).
Even after the first six courses were brought out, all the food remained untouched by chopsticks because we were so busy trying to document everything with our cameras. And, of course, it wasn't all about visual wizardry – some of the least photogenic dishes were the most exquisite, especially the pickled ume (plum) tempura served in a Japanese pepper/ginger soup.
Not every single dish melted your mind, but the 14-course dinner was such a lottery of flavour and colour that it was worth every yen spent. The building is also quite memorable – you dine in your own room, which overlooks a traditional garden carefully illuminated with lanterns. Even washing your hands involves a certain level of water-tipping ceremony. Kanga-An is the dictionary definition of unforgettable.
Kanga-An, 278 Karasuma Dori, Kuramaguchi Higashi Iru, Kita-ku, Kyoto, (075) 256-2480. You have to book ahead though. The best instructions on how to get there can be found here (scroll to the end for details).
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Yes, even the opening of Opera Kitchen was pushed back because of Oprah Winfrey. It's amazing that the powerhouse talk-show host managed to make the whole country hit the pause button, but now that she's left Australia, you can head down to lower concourse of the Opera House and check out this new venture.
Located in the canteen area past Opera Bar, it features second outlets for Charlie & Co., Misschu, Cloudy Bay Fish Co, as well as new eateries, such as Kenji Nishinakagawa's sushi joint, and Becasse Bakery, the latest project for the incredible overachievers at Becasse (this is the third business that Justin and Georgia North have opened this year, in addition to running Plan B and their two-hatted signature restaurant).
Circular Quay, being the tourist-magnet that it is, can suffer from a build-up of expensive, not-so-great dining choices; Opera Bar is one of the few affordable gems in the area, but at certain times (pre-theatre; Saturday afternoons when Fate plays a game of "release the
So this makes the introduction of Opera Kitchen all the more welcome.
Becasse Bakery is the most budget-friendly of all the options: the most expensive item on the menu is the Toasted Croque Monsieur ($14). This place is also worth singling out because the pastries – such as the Vanilla Bean and Passionfruit Cheesecake ($6) – are ace. While friands usually taste like novelty-shaped bricks at many cafes, the Pistachio & Raspberry Friand ($7) is a finely-pitched treat: not overpowering, but the ingredients are freshly felt in each bite.
As you can guess, the menu is mostly French-influenced (there are Strawberry Sables, Pate Au Choux Buns, Toasted Brioche), although you can also order the delightful-sounding Bolivian Chocolate Petit Pot ($8). Or pretend to be nutritious and get the Becasse Bakery Granola & Yogurt ($8). When I revisit, my first orders will be for the Warm Goat's Cheese & Caramelised Onion Flat Bread ($12) and Banana & Salted Peanut Brittle Tartlet ($8).
As to Opera Kitchen's other offerings, it's great to see alternative locations for favourites such as Charlie & Co. and Misschu. Sure, the prices are markedly higher than at the original eateries ($21.50 for a Charlie & Co. burger that's $14 at the Westfield branch; $12 rice paper rolls that usually cost $6 at the Darlinghurst Miss Chu), but you're basically paying an eyeball tax for the famed harbour view and, besides, rent for venues next to the most famous building in Australia would not be cheap. And you're dining at Circular Quay – eating well and (mostly) meeting your budget, enjoying the long hours of sundazed light. (Or ordering everything takeaway and sitting in the park instead.) And it's nice to have somewhere you can direct tourists to, without feeling like they'll be (too) rorted.
You could do so much worse.
Opera Kitchen, Lower Concourse, Opera House, Circular Quay, operakitchen.com.au