Showing posts with label restaurant review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label restaurant review. Show all posts

Monday, March 9, 2015

Mourad: A Welcome Addition to downtown San Francisco

The interior of Mourad. Russell Yip/The Chronicle
The interior of Mourad. Photo: Russell Yip/The Chronicle
By former San Francisco mayor Willie Brown:
I stayed in my neighborhood the other night and went to Mourad, the new restaurant opened by Mourad Lahlou in the Pacific Telephone building — and it turns out to be really good.
Diners can either go for the $150 nine-course tasting or an a la carte menu that’s in a fairly straightforward format.
Duck Liver with Pistachio, Herbs and Cocoa Gel is seen at Mourad on Tuesday, Jan. 20, 2015 in San Francisco, Calif.
Duck Liver with Pistachio, Herbs and Cocoa Gel is seen at Mourad. Photo: Russell Yip/The Chronicle
We had 11 items among four of us—oysters with preserved lemon, eggplant with cucumber and pepper marmalade, chicken wings with persimmon and mustard and duck liver with cocoa, pistachio, turnip and Satsuma mandarins.
They served our appetizers in two waves. Then we had two entrees: snapper with saffron ($34), and beef with fregola, nettle, celery root and mushrooms ($36).
They also sent us all five desserts on the menu and they were excellent.
I always like to eat at the bar and I’ve already been back, but just for cocktails. It’s a better space than where I live at the St. Regis, and it’s only a block away.  I saw at least four couples from the St. Regis residence there. We are all longing for a neighborhood restaurant that’s not fast food or Ame, which is in the hotel. I think Mourad may become the neighborhood restaurant, and with the upcoming reopening of the modern art museum, the restaurant will be the first choice for dining after viewing the exhibits. I think the location is probably better than anyone originally anticipated.
The restaurant is pretty, and it’s pretty interesting the way architect Olle Lundberg has done it. Lahlou obviously brought all of his personal and kitchen help from his other place, Aziza on Geary, because there was nothing that indicated this was a brand new restaurant.
It was a pleasant dining experience and the restaurant is big so you can actually have a conversation that no one can record without being aware they are recording it. In my opinion, Mourad is a welcome addition.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Rx bar in S.F.: Well-crafted cocktails for the bar-stool set

The back of the cocktail menu at Rx bar in S.F. playfully references the Prohibition era Dennis Leary’s new Rx is a drinker’s bar, with a long lineage as such. In the short term, it’s risen from the ashes of hisTrocadero Club, which Leary concedes landed with a thud. (“We could’ve offered free alcohol and nobody would have showed up.”)

Before that, it was RJ’s Sports Bar, back when dive bars could survive and before anyone took on Tendernob airs. But that was only the latest iteration. A bar has been at the corner of Geary and Leavenworth pretty much since Repeal.





Since having shuttered Canteen last year — his original Tenderloin beachhead — Leary has become an unlikely bar impresario, taking over House of Shields and opening Cafe Terminus and Natoma Cabana with Eric Passetti, who’s also a partner in Rx. It’s worth noting that each of these projects willfully resists the tendency of late for restaurants to slip on their bar drag. As our bar culture approaches peak nosh, these are places where you come to drink, dammit.

Rx has one big thing going for it: a stellar cocktail menu from Passetti and barman Erick Ochoa, a veteran of the Mina Groupand Natoma Cantina. As the bar’s name indicates, they wanted to pay homage to liquor’s medicinal era during the Prohibition years, when a doctor’s note was the only legal path to hard liquor.




I’m not sure the ghost of Eliot Ness is a great enticement to drink, but the Rx crew found great inspiration in that era of furtive tippling, as the stylized faux-scrip on the menu’s back reveals, filling cocktails with all manner of amari and bitters. It is a very specific and very grown-up concept.

But it is hardly harsh medicine. These flavors have become part of the essential repertoire of today’s informed drinker, and Ochoa’s ability to balance their seemingly dissonant ways is worth a visit alone.

Among the 14 cocktails, or “elixirs,” you’ll find names like Rexall and Bartell — further homages to the druggist theme. The Rexall piles together mezcal, chile tincture and Becherovka liqueur for fiery effect, while the Dietz is all low tones: Averna’s dark bite mixes with espresso-infused rum and curacao.


The Dante’s pulls off a similar balance, in a brighter hue: Gin, genepy and orange bitters tame Fernet’s growl. Ditto the Wolzen, which puts mezcal and the bitter-orange bite of Aperol up against the suave, foresty flavors of Amaro Nonino. (Note the deft hand with mezcal here.)

These are not drinks to woo a Cosmo set. But Leary’s bars are very good at pushing away cocktail foppery. Swigging beer from the bottle is encouraged. You’re still in the Tenderloin, after all.

Rx has one other big thing in its favor: It still feels, if not like a dive, like a Stygian spot for drinking in peace — no rules or ropes, which has arguably held back nearby spots like Tradition. The hues are darker than Trocadero, and new touches telegraph Ochoa’s concept: the stylized caduceus wall stencil, a Rexall-ish neon sign.

But the ancient black slatted bar remains largely unchanged, as do rough glass tiles on the back bar and a handsome lighting dome under which Nucky Thompson would proudly have sat. It’s a somber, welcome spot to come and soothe what ails you.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Four Hot New Restaurants to Try Right Now

Book those reservations now at these just-opened places to eat.

Gaspar Brasserie

Gaspar Brasserie
Financial district
Atmosphere-wise, Franck LeClerc’s handsome watering hole feels like a ménage à trois between a gentleman’s club, a French prop studio, and a stack of money. But the fare demonstrates a refreshing lack of pretension: It’s simple food done very well. Raw oysters come fantastically cold, plump, and creamy; a chickpea panisse cake boasts a crunchy crust and creamy innards; and grilled entrecôte steak hews deliciously to tradition. It’s all unabashedly old school—and deeply satisfying. 185 Sutter St. (at Kearny St.), 415-576-8800 —Rebecca Flint Marx


Palm House
Marina
Calling Palm House “tropics-inspired” is like calling Capri Sun fruit-inspired: convincing in concept, slightly less so in practice. The vibrant hues and dishes like plump “Trinidad-style” grilled gulf white prawns and guava-pepper pork tacos channel a kind of Caribbean-lite—festive, fun, and a bit shallow in execution. But they make a perfect accompaniment to the stellar cocktail list: The lusty, spicy-sweet chipotle-mango margarita is reason enough to set sail for the Marina. 2032 Union St. (near Buchanan St.), 415-400-4355 —R.F.M.


Causwells
Marina
Industrial meets art deco at this coolly designed little spot serving classic American food with just the right smidge of chefly affectation. The excellent burger comes draped with a big fat square of American cheese, while an heirloom tomato salad enjoys a creative update courtesy of fried okra, Jimmy Nardello peppers, and melon vinaigrette. The service is as sweet and welcoming as the doughnut bread pudding, which should come with a Lipitor chaser. 2346 Chestnut St. (near Divisadero St.), 415-447-6081 —Sara Deseran


The Dock at Linden Street
West Oakland
At this warehouse-chic build-out next to the Linden Street Brewery, the small-batch beer flows freely and Commis chef James Syhabout lets his imagination loose. The result is global bar food, ranging from oyster po’ boys to yakitori-style grilled corn to a falafel “waffle” with merguez sausage and a cooling splash of lebni, or strained yogurt. Much of the grub is fried, a fair bit of it is spicy, and all of it begs for sudsy lubrication. Think of it as happy hour from many time zones, all under one roof. 95 Linden St. (near 3rd St.), 510-338-3965 —Josh Sens


Originally published in the October issue of San Francisco
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Monday, July 7, 2014

Restaurant review: Dirty Habit in S.F.

Dirty Habit. Is the name clever, cutting edge, disgusting or simply unappetizing? The fact that we even asked the question means it works on at least one level: It's not easy to forget.
The restaurant is a redo of the Fifth Floor in the Hotel Palomar. From the minute the owners, Kimpton Hotels and Restaurants, announced the new name, people were talking. And when people talk, it often leads to action.

The concept is very much of the moment, following the growing trend of the complete mashup of dining and drinking, led by such places as Bar Agricole, Trou Normand, 25 Lusk and Trick Dog.
Is it a bar or a restaurant? That's another question that's becoming increasingly hard to answer.

 

 

Several incarnations

It's clear Dirty Habit is embracing the more free-form, casual trend. Even without the name change, Fifth Floor has been through several incarnations, starting with George Morrone, who earned the place four stars for highly crafted, precisely formulated combinations.
After he left in 2001, it was home to other chefs recognizable to those who follow our food culture: Laurent Gras, Melissa Perello, Laurent Manrique, Jake des Voignes and Charlie Kleinman. For the last three years, David Bazirgan did the restaurant proud. He decided to stay on with the new concept, as did pastry chef Francis Ang, wine director Emily Wines and bar manager Brian Means.
As talented as this group is, the restaurant obviously wasn't performing as well as it should. Not to be left in the dust, Kimpton decided to completely transform the space.
The bar, always a strength, has been lengthened. The lights have been dimmed, and the walls now have a patina of charcoal gray metal. Parts of the ceiling are covered with metal framing studs, which further drives home the industrial theme. But unlike a real warehouse space, these elements have a refined edge.
Tables at the entrance have a lounge vibe and floors are carpeted, which still doesn't do much to subdue the noise on a busy weekend. Opposite the bar are long booths that are designed to host larger parties. A narrow room in back has a contemporary dining room feel, with round tables and upholstered chairs. What was once the main dining room is partitioned off by what looks like rolling barn doors to make private rooms, always a good option for a hotel.


Rooftop patio a draw

The biggest change is the addition of a rooftop patio surrounded by the higher floors of the hotel. The patio seats 45 - the same number as in the dining room and a few more than in the bar. It's a combination of low sofas, cocktail tables and more traditional patio dining tables. On a recent visit early in the week, when tables inside went wanting, the patio was full.
Bazirgan's compact menu includes 21 Bites and four Sweets. The selections are arranged so bar nibbles are at the top of the single page - spiced nuts ($3), warm olives ($5) and thick-cut fries with harissa aioli ($6), destined to become a signature. Subsequent dishes move closer to a traditional dinner menu, ending with two full-size plates - a good rib eye ($35) with bearnaise, asparagus and those excellent fries, and a chunk of halibut ($32) with tapenade and whatever vegetables are in season.
The mix-and-match menu includes a chewy pretzel topped with sausage, and mezcal-cured salmon ($14), which has a subtle smoky bite from the spirit. Thin slices pave the plate strewn with cubes of pickled cactus, shavings of chiles, bits of mint and wisps of dill, and play into the cocktail theme in a sophisticated way.
Cocktails, and an extensive spirits list, are clearly highlighted with such items as an Oaxacan Negroni ($12) where mezcal is substituted for gin, and Leather and Lace ($12) with rye, sherry, a touch of fruitiness from Licor 43 and an herbal quality from tobacco bitters. Many are served in vintage cocktail glasses, adding to the celebratory theme.




The wine list is extensive - nearly 30 pages - but on my visits just about everyone went for a cocktail, beer or one of the more than 30 by-the-glass selections. On a busy Friday night, in fact, I was hard-pressed to find a table with a bottle of wine nearby.
Chicken wings ($12) are just what you might want when you need a little food to balance the liquor consumption. The thick, crunchy batter glistens with a wash of sweet soy and spicy chile vinaigrette; the bold flavors cut through an alcohol-numbed palate. I also fell for the "up in smoke" fondue ($14), where a puddle of warm, smoky cheese is surrounded by cubes of brioche, radishes, whole baby carrots, squash, snap peas, purple and yellow cauliflower and cherry tomatoes.
Moving more to the dinner side, Bazirgan offers lettuces with feta and honey ($10) and four kinds of cucumbers ($12) cut, chunked, sliced and shaved on a bed of seasoned yogurt, pink from sumac. They're tossed with plums and cubes of bread, creating another bold but refined combo. Also bridging the divide between drinks and dinner are the PEI mussels ($16) heaped in a broth with saffron, pastis and tarragon, which supports the licorice notes of the spirit.


For the sweet tooth

Ang, who was known for his innovative desserts at the Fifth Floor, has made his concoctions (all $8) at Dirty Habit more approachable.
Vanilla cremeux spreads over the mouth, the vanilla becoming more intense with each bite, punctuated with the surprise of the olive oil drizzle that enhances the effect; a few strawberries add fresh relief. On another visit, however, the dessert was flavored with corn and had a firmer consistency. It was topped with tart pickled blueberries, shreds of stale-tasting phyllo and a scoop of Parmesan ice cream. He might have created the dish by asking "Why not?" but I would ask "Why?"
Bread pudding is presented like a crusty loaf in a cast iron pan, next to four small containers - cashews, thyme creme anglaise, whipped cream and marinated blueberries. Another item that clearly illuminates Ang's talent is the churros, not only for the miso caramel and lychee accompaniments but also for the surprise of raspberries buried inside the crisp sticks of dough.
While it's clear that Bazirgan, Ang and Means are a well-oiled team and are growing comfortable with the new format, the service can be a little disjointed and detached, especially at the host stand. The ability to provide proper attention in a drinking environment is a challenge, and it's going to take a while to get it right.
Still, even with much going for it, the question remains: Can the restaurant actually become a local habit? Time - and a few more cocktails - may tell.


The Hotel Palomar's Dirty Habit opened as the Fifth Floor 15 years ago. The restaurant's three dramatic design transformations represent broader changes in dining trends.

1999:

-- When Fifth Floor opened, many of the city's best restaurants were in hotels. The Kimpton group hired George Morrone as the chef. He had earned four stars as chef of Aqua, and repeated the feat at this new high-end restaurant, appropriately named because it was on the fifth floor of the hotel.
The surroundings were luxurious, offering an almost womb-like environment. Windows were covered with two layers of draperies. Floors were carpeted in a chic zebra pattern, a trend still in vogue. Accent walls had a Japanese flair, and each table was covered in Frette linens and set with Bernardaud china and had vases filled with flowers. That style lasted through two successive chefs who continued to support the fine-dining tenor of the space: Laurent Gras and Melissa Perello, who now owns Frances.

2008:

-- When Laurent Manrique took over the kitchen, the restaurant took on a French accent and underwent another remodel to bring it up to date and signal a new direction.
The carpet was removed to display dark wood floors; the curtains at the windows were pulled back to showcase the outdoor rooftop with a few containers planted with bamboo. The Frette linens were replaced by fabric runners, which showed the corners of the dark wood tables - this was still fine dining and the designers obviously didn't feel comfortable baring all. As for the staff, the waiters abandoned their suits for vests and white shirts and aprons.
Brown leather banquettes and beige barrel-shaped chairs replaced the upholstered seats. A glassed-in wine rack along one wall helped give the room a sleeker look, but in the process it lost some of its intimacy.

2014:

-- Is it a bar or a restaurant? That's the question I'm continually asking in today's dining scene. Clearly, management is fueling that conundrum not only with the name Dirty Habit, but also with the design.
In this reincarnation, the bar has been extended, the lights dimmed, and the refined edges scrapped in favor of dark walls the color of gunmetal, galvanized tabletops and other industrial metal elements. Distressed barn doors, with handles made from galvanized plumbing pipes, separate the seating areas. The rooftop atrium has been converted to a dining and drinking patio.
The fine-dining approach - and the tasting menu - has been scrapped for bar-friendly offerings with just two traditional main courses. Waiters are dressed entirely in black - pants, T-shirts and aprons, the latter accented with red straps.
- Michael Bauer

Rating: TWO STARS 1/2 Dirty Habit

Food: Rating: TWO AND A HALF STARS
Service: Rating: TWO STARS
Atmosphere: Rating: THREE STARS
Prices: $$$$
Noise rating: Noise Rating: BOMB
12 Fourth St. (at Market Street, in the Hotel Palomar), San Francisco
(415) 348-1555. www.dirtyhabitsf.com
Dinner 5:30-10 p.m. Monday-Saturday (bar menu served later). Full bar. 4% S.F. surcharges. Reservations and credit cards accepted. Valet $15.
RATINGS KEYRating: FOUR STARS ExtraordinaryRating: THREE STARS ExcellentRating: TWO STARS Good Rating: ONE STAR Fair Noise Rating: BOMB Poor
$ Entrees $10 and under $$ Entrees $11-$17 $$$ Entrees $18-$24 $$$$ Entrees more than $25
Noise Rating: ONE BELL Pleasantly quiet (less than 66 decibels) Noise Rating: TWO BELLS Can talk easily (65-70) Noise Rating: THREE BELLS Talking normally gets difficult (70-75) Noise Rating: FOUR BELLS Can talk only in raised voices (75-80) Noise Rating: BOMB Too noisy for normal conversation (80+)


Article, Photos, and Review are sourced from:  http://www.sfgate.com/restaurants/diningout/article/Restaurant-review-Dirty-Habit-in-S-F-5601093.php#page-3