Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez!

One of my favorite types of food in this great big world is Cajun food, yet living so far away from the heart of Cajun country, it is hard to find a reliably good and authentic taste of this cuisine. I will readily admit since I grew up in California, I am not a genuine authority on all things Cajun, so take this review with that in mind. I have, however, spent some time in the Crescent City, and even enjoyed a few traditional, home cooked meals while there. So it is with the memories of my visit to that city and the amazing food that I enjoyed there that I have sought out a place right here in my own back yard to once again experience those unique flavors.

So when the missus and I stumbled upon a small Cajun restaurant deep in the Sunset district, we knew we may have found something special. Cajun Pacific, a restaurant space no larger than our small city apartment, is shrouded in the fog of the Sunset at 47th Avenue on Irving. As they operate mainly as a catering company, Cajun Pacific is open only on weekends, and not necessarily every weekend of the month. The limited days they are open and the very limited seating, (the dining rooms seats about 20 people) are just a couple of the reasons this hidden gem draws such a loyal following. The main reason, of course, is the food, prepared and served with care by a staff of three. The menu changes weekly, so to find out what's for dinner and make your reservations, sign up to be on their mailing list from their website.

On the night we went, our party of three was seated at a small table next to the open kitchen, which is a relative statement considering the front door is only about fifteen feet from the kitchen proper. From the menu, we ordered the fried blue cheese soft shell crabs with bourbon brown butter, crab stuffed strudel with herbsaint cream, and pork tenderloin medallions with allspice oil to start.





(Please forgive the quality of these pictures... the restaurant is quite dark, and we only had an iphone to snap the pics. You make due with what you have, right?) Our starters were amazing, each with a perfect balance of spice and flavor. My starter, the fried soft shell crab, left me wanting more. But we had our entrees coming. Around the table, we ordered the creole crawfish and pasta, the chicken ala king on herb biscuits, and the New Orleans barbecue shrimp.





The flavors in our respective entrees were fantastic. The missus really enjoyed her chicken ala king, and I for one could have kept shoveling more of the crawfish pasta into my maw if not for my pesky stomach getting so full. Mrs. Rosewater's father, our third diner, kept raving about his shrimp. Even though we had stuffed ourselves to the bursting point with fried crab, crawfish, shrimp, etc, we all dug deep and made room for dessert: A bread pudding with whiskey sauce.



Each of us agreed that this bread pudding was the highlight of the meal. The bread had a crunchy, toasted exterior and a soft, sweet interior, and the whole thing was drowned in a sweet and tangy whiskey sauce that was far too good for words. It was one of the best desserts that I have experienced in some time, and would even consider making the trip back to this restaurant for nothing else but another service of this bread pudding.

This tiny little restaurant tucked deep in the Sunset of San Francisco is very quaint and unassuming; indeed you probably wouldn't notice it if you didn't already know it was there. The service is a little slow, but is surely worth the wait. It is a very intimate setting, so be prepared to get cozy with the people at the tables next to you. The staff is very friendly, especially Stacy, the co-owner and sole waitress of the restaurant. I strongly recommend getting reservations, especially for any party larger than two people, as the restaurant fills up fast and they rarely have room for walk-ins. Lastly, if you have been aching for true cajun flavors right here in our fair city, I see no reason to look any further than Cajun Pacific. This place is as close as you are going to get to New Orleans cuisine without actually going there. Bon appetit!

Chicken Taquitos with Tomato Dipping Sauce

Damn you, Rachel Ray, and your quick and painless 30 minute meals! How dare you make cooking dinner easy for everyone! Ok, but really, I am not what you would call a Rachel Ray "fan", but I will allow that she does occasionally come up with some good ideas once in a while. And sometimes, like when it's Thursday afternoon and you don't know what you want to make for dinner and you just really don't feel like cooking, sometimes those simple 30 minute meals are just what you need.

So the missus and I settled on this here recipe for quick chicken taquitos that are made a little more healthy because they are not fried. It was one of those days when neither of us felt like really cooking, nor did we have any appetite for the take-out places around our home. We found this Rachel Ray recipe online, and figured it would be a quick and moderately healthy dinner for two with the benefit of leftovers for lunch the next day. Here we go.

Chicken Taquitos
Ingredients:
2 cups shredded rotisserie chicken
1 tsp. ground cumin
1/2 tsp. dried oregano
Salt & Pepper
1 can chopped green chiles, 4 ounces
A few leaves of fresh cilantro, finely chopped
Vegetable oil
12 corn tortillas
Shredded cheese (optional)

Season the chicken with cumin, oregano, salt and pepper and mix in the chiles and cilantro. Dip the tortillas in 1-inch warm oil to soften. Tightly roll a couple of forkfuls of chicken up in the tortillas. Place seam side down and bake 12 - 15 min until crispy.

The Sauce:
1 Tbs. extra-virgin olive oil
1 red onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, finely chopped
1 tsp. sugar
1 Tbs. chili powder
1 1/2 tsp. ground cumin
A pinch of ground cinnamon
Salt and pepper
1 28 oz. can of fire roasted crushed tomatoes

Heat a sauce pot over medium heat and add 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil, red onion and garlic and soften 5 minutes then season with sugar, chili powder, cumin, cinnamon, salt a pepper and stir in the fire roasted tomatoes. Reduce heat to low and simmer.

Sprinkle shredded cheese over taquitos when they are right out of the oven. Spoon the sauce over the taquitos or serve on the side for dipping. Enjoy!

Garlic-Lime Chicken and Corn On The Cob

I love corn on the cob. I love to cook it, I love to eat it, and I love that you get to eat it with your hands. But this ain't your grandmother's corn on the cob. (I am fighting the urge right now to call it "kicked-up" corn on the cob. I just can't let myself do it. I've got to stay strong.) Despite my internal struggle with the urge to start talking like some obnoxious celebrity chef, I have been making this corn for my wife and friends for a while now, and I just can't get enough. And the best part? It's easy! Just throw the ingredients into some foil, drop it in the oven, and you are done. Nothing to it. The ingredients for the corn are not set in stone, so add or subtract things for your taste.

As for the chicken, I was just going for something edible that paired well with the corn. As it turns out, it was pretty damn tasty on it's own. Nothing all that complicated about this one, either. The most work you will have to do is chopping an onion and peeling some garlic. Oh, and shoveling it into your mouth. So here we go.

Corn On The Cob
2 ears of corn, cleaned
4 - 5 cloves of garlic, diced
2 Tbs. butter
Juice of 1 lime
Dash of paprika
Dash of chili powder
Sprinkle of chopped cilantro
Salt and pepper
2 20" (approx.) long sheets of foil

Give each ear of corn it's own piece of foil. Divide the garlic between the ears. (Of corn. Not your ears. Nevermind.) Use 1 Tbs. of butter per ear, as well as the juice from 1/2 lime for each ear. Sprinkle paprika, chili powder, salt and pepper in as well. Finish it off with some chopped cilantro. Wrap foil tightly around the ears of corn and other ingredients, place on a baking sheet, and cook in the oven at 375 deg. for 20 minutes.

It's probably a good idea to do the corn before the chicken. The corn takes a little longer in the oven.

Garlic-Lime Chicken
2 chicken breasts
Juice from 2 limes
2 pinches of chili powder (to taste)
Several pinches of Himalayan pink salt, or sea salt (also to taste)
Ground black pepper
6 cloves of garlic
1/2 red onion, cut into wide 1/2in slices
Chopped cilantro for garnish

Mix the lime juice, chili powder, salt and pepper in a large ziplock back. Add the chicken breasts. Marinate for ONLY 10 minutes, any more and the lime juice will start to cook the chicken. You want the stove to do that. Reserve the juice in the bag for later. In a large pan on high heat, sear both sides of the chicken breasts for about 3 - 4 minutes per side. Remove from heat.

Put the chicken breasts, garlic, onion, and marinade into a foil lined baking dish. Cover with a sheet of foil, and cook for about 10 minutes at 375 deg. Cook uncovered at the same heat for about 5 minutes or until cooked through. Serve with the cooked garlic and onion. Garnish with chopped cilantro.

At this point, I bet you're thinking you remember seeing what looked like tomatoes in the picture above. No need to scroll all the way back up, I'll help you out. While not part of the original recipe, I found some amazing heirloom tomatoes while I was at Whole Foods picking up the rest of the ingredients. Seriously, these things were as big as a baby's head. So, what the heck? Slice 'em, drizzle some olive oil over them, liberally sprinkle them with salt and pepper and there ya go. Maybe you cook them, maybe you don't. Your choice.

Enjoy!

Featured Publishers Dinner, Perbacco SF

Yesterday evening, I had the opportunity to join fellow Foodbuzz Featured Publishers and many of the lovely people of Foodbuzz for a spectacular dinner in downtown San Francisco. We gathered at Perbacco, a swanky Italian restaurant near the Embarcadero swarming with San Francisco elite. A group of about 20 foodies sat down on the mezzanine of this gorgeous restaurant to enjoy good wine, great food, and above all great conversation.

Unfortunately, I did not share the foresight of many of my fellow foodies who brought a camera along to document the dinner. In light of that, I had to "borrow" the above photo from the restaurant's website. Hope nobody minds. Anyway, the meal, a set 4 course menu, was amazing. Starting with a raviolo stuffed with ricotta, spinach and an egg and drizzled in truffle butter, we moved to a roasted beet salad and then pan roasted chicken with herb gnocchi for the main course. Dessert was a raspberry-peach crostata with gelato. Phew. The food, needless to say, was breathtaking, but the highlight of the meal was the raviolo. (Thanks, Evie, for reminding me of the dishes.)

While the food was fantastic, it was the company that made the night what it was. I got the chance to meet and talk to some great people who all share the same passion for food. Ryan, Evan, Doug, Kirsten, and everyone else who made this a night to remember: Thank you. The real sad part is that there was a whole table of foodies I never got the chance to meet or talk to. So to those folks who I did not get to chat with, until next time. I think these here dinners should become something of a habit. All in favor?

The Stinking Rose

Lovers of the fragrant, tangy, and just downright delicious bulb of earthly delights known as the stinking rose converged on Gilroy, California last weekend for the 30th annual Gilroy Garlic Festival. Up top there is a picture of a giant flaming garlic bulb standing in the midst of all of the garlic-loving mayhem. Before we get going here, let me just mention that it was hot there in the small town of Gilroy. And not like a "oh, it sure is nice to be outdoors" kind of hot, but a sweating in unfamiliar places kind of hot. Now, I am originally from the Valley, so heat like this I should be used to. But I have acclimated as a city boy, and my tolerance for the dusty valley heat has pretty well bottomed out.



In case you had any doubts, people will line up for anything if it's free. Make it a hot day with very little shade and offer people free ice cream, expect just a little bit of a line. And this, by the way, is no ordinary free ice cream, but free garlic ice cream.



Just steps away, you can walk right up and buy the stuff and in larger portions. But then it's not free there.



We opted for the less adventurous of the flavors and got the vanilla garlic ice cream. For the uninitiated, I realize that garlic and ice cream do not initially sound compatible. But have some faith, dear friends, in the mystic power of garlic. The garlic flavor infused into the sweet vanilla contrasts well but does not overwhelm. It is, certainly, not your typical flavor of ice cream, and honestly not one you would eat on any sort of regular basis. But if you never have, it is a must try, and on the rare occasion you come across it not a bad way to fight off the heat.

After perusing the arts and craft stalls and seeking occasional shelter in prime shady real estate, we sat in on a cooking demonstration by Devon Boisen, executive chef of Berkeley's Spenger's Fresh Fish Grotto. Chef Boisen, a master of all things sea food, demonstrated the proper techniques for cleaning, boning, and skinning a salmon. Once he had quickly and deftly cut several perfectly sized salmon steaks, he walked the audience through a pretty simple recipe for poached salmon.



With a pan about half full of extra virgin olive oil, he warmed several cloves of garlic over a medium heat to infuse the oil with the garlic. Once the oil was infused, he submerged the salmon steaks in the oil, and let them cook over low heat. In the meantime, chef Boisen discussed how to make a simple gelatin-based infused sauce for the salmon, and the finer points of preparing fresh fish. This salmon recipe I might even try one day. Maybe.

But my biggest complaint about this here Garlic Festival? It seemed lacking in garlic stuff. I mean, apart from the main food vendors who sell a wide variety of garlicky foodstuff, it was more like a carnival than a food festival. I was just expecting, I dunno, more GARLIC. Christopher Ranch, the source of the garlic for the festival, was relegated to a small box at the edge of the grounds where they were selling a few of their fine wares. What's up with that? I guess I was expecting an all out free for all of people hurling cloves of garlic at each other like at the tomato festival in Spain. On second thought, that might not be such a great idea.

So, after a long day in the hot sun and valley dust, it was time to get moving along. But not before we stopped for the highlight of the Garlic Festival tour, the legendary garlic fries. Yes, you have had garlic fries before. But no, they were not this good. Gordon Biersch's got nothing on this.



It was a fun, albeit exhausting day. For those thinking about making next year your first visit, try to keep a few things in mind: First, you will wait in line, a lot. You will wait in line on the highway coming in to Gilroy. You will wait in line as you approach the parking lot, you will wait in line for the shuttle to take you to the main gate, and you will wait in line to get your tickets. You will even wait in line to get back onto the shuttle that will take you back to your car. You will wait in line for an ungodly amount of time. Advice? Buy your tickets online. If you're feeling frisky, get a hotel in Gilroy the night before, so you can wake up and go. Wear sunscreen and drink lots of water, and bring your appetite.

Enjoy!

Veggie Goodness

In the spirit of cooking with good, fresh local produce this summer, I picked up one of my favorite summer vegetables, okra, at the Rainbow Grocery Co-op in San Francisco. Rainbow has become my new favorite place to go grocery shopping. You will find an amazing produce section, an unparalleled selection of bulk goods including oils and nut butters, and all things fresh, healthy, and sustainable. What you will not find there, however, is meat. No bother; the plethora of goodies found at Rainbow easily make up for not having a meat counter. Really, Rainbow is probably the next best thing to a farmers market.

Anyway, back to the veggies. I don't cook with okra very often, although I'm not sure why. Okra is a strange vegetable, a cross somewhere between a pepper and a zucchini, with a tacky exterior and sticky paste that oozes out when cut open. One of these days I am going to have to find out what that goo is all about.

That sticky interior makes it perfect for clinging to other things, like breading, which is probably why it is so often found coated in corn meal and sizzling in several inches of oil. For this dish, I was going for something slightly less fattening than the southern classic fried okra. I think these veggies might just make it on our list of regular favorites in the Tiny Kitchen, and it reminded me of just how much I love okra. And tomatoes. Oh, and garlic and corn.

The recipe below is pretty adaptable; add, subtract or change for your tastes, or for what's in season. Remember, they're just vegetables.

Broiled Okra with Tomatoes, Corn and Garlic

Ingredients:
12 - 18 grape tomatoes
6 - 8 okra stalks, cleaned and cut into rounds
8 - 10 cloves of garlic, peeled
Kernels from 1 ear of corn
6 basil leaves, roughly chopped (for garnish)
Olive oil

Slice tomatoes in half and place halves and garlic cloves on a jelly roll pan. Drizzle in olive oil, season with salt and pepper. Broil about 5" from heat for 5 minutes. Toss corn and okra with about 1/2 tbs of oil, season with salt and pepper. Add to jelly roll pan, and return to oven. Broil for another 5 minutes, or until veggies start to brown. Sprinkle with basil, and serve.

Note: If grape tomatoes aren't your thing, use a regular tomato, halved, and cut into 1/4 inch slices. Or whole cherry tomatoes. Or add some red onion. Or whatever. What am I, your mother?



The pork chops were really just so we would have a meat to go with these yummy veggies. The greenish sauce on top is my feeble attempt at a light tomatillo salsa, and it could use some tweaking. But the chops, for what it's worth, went a little something like this:

Season pork chops on both sides with salt and pepper.
Pan sear the chops for a few minutes on either side, until both sides are browned. Put chops in a 375 deg oven with some olive oil and garlic cloves for about 15 - 20 minutes, or until cooked through.

My Rough Tomatillo Salsa:

12 tomatillos, halved
6 - 8 cloves of garlic
1 poblano pepper, chopped
A handful of cherry or grape tomatoes
The juice of one lime
A handful of basil leaves
1 tbs. olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste

Throw all ingredients into a food processor, pulse until it becomes a sauce.

So the sauce was good, very fresh tasting and light. But it was just a wee bit too spicy. Maybe not so much pepper next time. Maybe an onion. This is what makes cooking fun, right? But the veggies were the real point of the dinner, and they were perfect. The bright, fresh flavors really mixed well together, and the only real problem was that I didn't make enough for leftovers.

Enjoy!

Travels to the Pacific Northwest, Part 2: Portland

After a brilliant couple of days in the Emerald City, Mrs. Rosewater and I caught a choo-choo train (barely) to the outpost of fugitives and refugees, Portland. Portland is truly one of my favorite cities, if for no other reason than it is home to the The Temple: The greatest book store in the entire world, a site of holy pilgrimage for bibliophiles the world over, Powell's Books. The main location in downtown Portland houses four stories of books covering an entire city block of literature-worshiping goodness, with specialized satellite locations spread throughout the city. One of these locations, nestled in the hip Hawthorn District, specializes in Home and Garden and Cooking books. It is here that I stumbled upon a used first-edition copy of Jaques Pepin's "La Technique". (I know, you were starting to wonder what exactly this babble about me geeking out over a bookstore has to do with food. Maybe you thought you were on the wrong blog?)

Portland seems to be the land of a million brew pubs. Like Starbucks in San Francisco, there seems to be at least one in every neighborhood. Not that this is a bad thing, especially because they all seem to craft their own unique, outstanding brews. One of these, just outside Portland in Troutdale, is the Powerhouse Pub & Theatre at the Edgefield. Now, Edgefield has an interesting past: Originally built as a poor farm, it was converted into a nursing home / sanitarium in the 1960's, and only recently converted into a hotel with restaurants, a brew pub, and an outdoor theatre. After sampling the fare at the brew pub (I recommend the fish and chips), we walked the perfectly manicured grounds, checked out the 32-hole pitch and putt golf course, and even a unique sculpture of Grateful Dead legend, Jerry Garcia.



Edgefield was a pretty cool place, and on another trip it might just be worth a stay at the hotel or at least a place to catch a show. But our true culinary destination was not a place that serves beer, or even dinner.



Ever since we saw an episode of "No Reservations" with Anthony Bourdain in the Pacific Northwest, I have been itching to visit the rogue bakers at Voodoo Doughnut. These outcast pastry makers create such madness as the Triple Chocolate Penetration, a chocolate doughnut with chocolate frosting and cocoa-puffs, the Voodoo Doughnut, a voodoo-doll shaped doughnut, complete with spike through the heart, and what is quite possibly the most addicting pastry in the universe, the Bacon Maple Bar. Yes, you read that right.



I won't say this doughnut changed my life, but... no, it actually changed my life. There are insufficient words to describe what this doughnut tastes like. You must try this doughnut at least once in your life. It was just so good that I needed, not just wanted, another one. Once you get the taste, you will never be the same. Ever.



Pictured with my new favorite food group are other Voodoo Doughnut creations such as the banana fritter with peanut butter and Chocolate, a cream-filled with chocolate frosting, and a crushed Oreo cookie doughnut.

Never underestimate the power of bacon.

Thanks to Mark, Kelli, and Mason for showing us such wonderful hospitality and a fantastic time in Portland. We can't wait to come back!

Travels to the Pacific Northwest, Part 1: Seattle

Over the Fourth of July holiday week, the Missus and I hopped a flight and headed into the grey and rainy Pacific Northwest. After getting on the plane, waiting, de-planing while mechanics made repairs, a fair amount of swearing, and finally a later flight out, we landed in beautiful, rain-free Seattle only four hours after we were originally supposed to arrive.

With only a few hours to enjoy the city on our first day, we checked into our hotel and headed down to check out the University District. With its 24 hour copy centers, multi-cultural hole in the wall restaurants, and trendy vintage shops, the University District reminded me of Berkeley's Telegraph Avenue. We walked for a while, enjoying the warm sun exploring a new city and looking for a good place to eat. We settled on Big Time Brewery & Alehouse, a cool little place with great beer and pub fare that includes some tasty thin crust pizzas. With a few slices of Margherita Pizza and a couple of pints of Organic Pale Ale safely in my belly, it was time to grab a cup of coffee and walk off dinner.

Note: The neighboring restaurant to Big Time was one of those Pan-Asian dives that pastes a color picture of each item on their menu to the front window called "Tasty Things". While the restaurant and the food looked dubious at best, the main figure in the restaurant's logo, was... wait for it... A DOLPHIN. Yes, a restaurant serving seafood felt the need to associate their menu with our favorite mammal of the sea. You can't make this kind of stuff up.



Day Two
It's time to hit the market. We met up with the folks from Savor Seattle for our tour around Pike Place Market with a group of about six people. With our cameras out and "Tourist" badges in plain view, we set out for a delicious and informative insiders look at a few of the favorite market stalls. Along with our infectiously cheerful tour guide Angela, we toured and tasted some of the best Pike Place has to offer, including Market Spice, Beechers Handmade Cheese, Daily Dozen Doughnut, and Piroshky, Piroshky.



We of course paid a visit to the raucous, fish-throwing gentlemen of the infamous Pike Place Fish Market.



The one throwing the fish there is called Bear. He took quite a shining to one of the ladies in our tour group. It got a little awkward.

You can call us tourists all you want, but the tour of the market was great. We never would have gotten to see and taste the things we did without Angela and Savor Seattle. It was a beautiful, sunny day spent exploring Seattle.



Day Three
Our last day in Seattle, and it's raining. Ok, I realize we are in the Pacific Northwest, but it was still kind of a bummer. Anyhow, one of the things we had to do before leaving Seattle was pay a visit to Salumi, a popular deli and Salumeria run by the loving parents of celebrity chef Mario Batali. Believe me when I tell you that this tiny shop doesn't ride the coattails of their famous son; their hand-crafted salumis stand on their own as some of the best food Seattle has to offer in probably the city's coolest neighborhood, Pioneer Square.



As a testament to Salumi's popularity, the line stretching out the door and down the block never seemed to get shorter, even a couple of hours after lunch. We barely made it in the door before they closed for the day, and with only 10 minutes to spare before our train left for Portland. With our delicious cured meat and cheese sandwiches in hand, we scrambled down to the Amtrak station just in time to catch our train.



Time to eat? I couldn't agree more. Seattle was an amazing city, but now it's off to Portland to visit friends, play some frisbee golf, and eat the greatest doughnut ever.