Raouche Cafe, Merrifield

I stopped into Raouche Cafe tonight for a quick bite, but ended up getting it carryout due to time constraints.

My young dining companion and I both got the Raouché Combo ($15.95, and yes, it has an <<accent aigu>> over the second “e,” and I still don’t know the pronunciation of this restaurant). Me, with shish tawouk, kafta, and beef; he, with shish tawouk, kafta, and lamb – both of us splitting the third meat. The platters came with brownish, heavily gingered rice with the occasional pistachio thrown in, grilled onion, and tomato, a tiny tub of thick, white garlic paste, crummy, purchased naan, a little side salad in a vinaigrette, and nothing else to lend moisture to a dish screaming out for it. Both platters were dry to the point of being unpleasant.

The highlights of both platters were the shish tawouk (grilled marinated chicken cubes), followed by the kafta, and then the lamb, which was better than the dried-out beef. 

We both agreed that this was, as a whole, a pleasant dinner for two hungry men, but nothing we would ever return for absent reliable information that something happened to increase the quality of the cafe. The employees were all pleasant, and it appeared like Raouche Cafe was doing as much carryout as they were dine-in.

 I wish I had something else earth-shattering to write about our meal, but sometimes, “ordinary” is about as much as you can say about a restaurant, and please bear in mind that ordinary does not mean “bad.” Raouche Cafe was okay, and nothing more than that – fair value for the money.

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Daikaya Izakaya, Chinatown

Last night was Daikaya’s first “official” night of being open, and after a long walk across town, I got there at 4:30, only to discover the Izakaya opened at 5 (the ramen house is open all afternoon). 

I walked next door to Graffiato, and nursed a beer while watching baseball, then got into an empty, but eager, Daikaya right around 5, and took a seat at the bar. It’s a good thing my hip bone isn’t any wider – the seats that have backs are pretty narrow, but I’ve always had a birthing pelvis. 

The Dyson Airblade has competition in the hand-drying niche: Daikaya uses the Mitsubishi Electric Jet Towel which enables the diner, apparently, to request the check from the restroom – it has three buttons with lights: Power, Heater, and Check.

The Rickey-San ($12) is a wonderful way to start Spring, it’s a wonderful way to start dinner, and it’s a wonderful drink, period, actually I guess this is a comma, that could pretty much take you through your entire meal. It’s made with Hendricks gin, Matcha green tea soda, yuzu, and lime, and is bitingly acidic and only mildly sweet. I could drink this all night, and pretty much did.

Jessica Sidman of Washington City Paper describes my Combination Pickle Plate ($5 for three) perfectly, and the one I got looked *exactly* like the photo in the City Paper article, “Fickle Pickles: Only One Man Can Touch Daikaya’s Fermented Vegetables.” You’ll want to get these early in the meal, as if they were Korean banchan, and nurse them throughout. I loved all three (nukazuke, Napa cabbage, and takuan), but was particularly enamored with the takuan which, according to the article, is the only of the three that’s not house-made, being imported from Japan.

Ankimo ($8.50) with miso escalivada (a classic Catalan dish similar in spirit, if not in execution, to ratatouille) hints at the pan-everything lexicon that Katsuya draws upon in modifying Japanese classics. The escalivada was by no means an afterthought, and it was wonderfully made, albeit just a few precious bites. If you think about it, it’s an odd combination, but it works perfectly well.

My bartender warned me, correctly, that the Onigiri Rice Balls ($2.75) were ample, and I probably ordered them too early in the meal (but nibbled them throughout). This is one dish – which, incidentally, I haven’t ever seen in the DC area – that I know extremely well, Matt’s (my son’s) nana being from Okinawa, and this being her home-run specialty dish. Hers are to kill for, and yes, taken as a whole they’re even better than these, but both the kombu and abura-miso at Daikaya were good enough to make me crave them a day later. Interestingly, you have to wrap your own seaweed around the ball of rice (Shhhhh! Don’t tell Matt’s nana, but the rice itself was better), and I prefer mine pre-wrapped so the seaweed gets moist and loses its crackle – a minor nitpick that only a Rice-Ball Snob would even mention. Save these for late in the meal – they’ll make sure you don’t go away hungry, and won’t break the bank in doing so.

Either I’m just not remembering, or I’ve never before had, seen, or heard of, frozen sashimi, until last night, when I ordered the Ruibe ($6.50) – a traditional Hokkaido presentation of frozen (yes, still frozen) salmon sashimi with a dot of fresh wasabi, grated ginger, Sekigahara tamari, and some unannounced strips of white onion which, dipped in the tamari, were just wonderful. I’m not the biggest raw onion fan, but try dipping this by itself in the tamari and you’ll see – this wonderful flavor would never be created with regular soy sauce. As for the salmon itself, I certainly found it interesting, but also feel that some of the flavor is lost because it’s frozen – I’m going to research this dish a bit more to educate myself about it, and I look forward to trying it again after I do.

Late in the meal, I switched to beer and ordered a bottle of Coedo Shikkoku Schwarzbier ($12), a fine black lager, dark in color, low in viscosity, and mild in flavor. If you drank this with your eyes closed, you wouldn’t know it was this darkly colored. This lager would be a good transitional beer to introduce people to the world of darker-styled ales.

 I once claimed I didn’t love Rappahanock oysters, but boy I sure loved Daikaya’s Grilled Live Oysters ($2 each) which I assume were alive earlier in the day. Grilled in-shell with sake and oyster salt, the grilling and the sauce really made this *the* perfect oyster for the dish. In today’s world, $2 per oyster at non-happy hour prices is almost cheap, and if you take into account the preparation involved, these are a fine value for the money.

 Pretty well stuffed at this point, I finished the meal with the interesting Stuffed Cabbage ($8.50) which I grew up with as my mom’s extra-special dish, so this is my Ground Zero for comfort food. And Daikaya’s version did not disappoint at all, the cabbage stuffed with ground Wagyu, ground pork, a bit of onion, and rice, braised in the striking combination of dashi and butter which took traditional Japanese, modified it to traditional Eastern European, and modified that to something else still. Dunk the inner meat liberally in the sauce surrounding the cabbage.

 My first visit to Daikaya was a success, with not a single bad dish in the entire meal. I didn’t get a chance to request my check in the restroom, but I was highly amused, baffled, and befuddled by the menu which is inserted, page by page, into a magazine. I don’t get it, but I’m not complaining either. You’re off to a good start, my friends.

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Bourbon Steak, Georgetown

Bourbon Steak is having a fundraising dinner for Nick Balenger tomorrow night (please click on that link, and follow all the rest of the links – this is as important as anything I’ve ever written about).

As part of the Silent Auction, Tim Carman and I will be hosting dinner for four at Bourbon Steak. So if you’re going to this event, please bid on this generously, and Tim and I will regale you with war stories over our dinner.

I decided also to donate a bottle of wine to the auction: a 1999 Dönnhoff Niederhauser Hermannshöhle Riesling Spätlese, a wine from a difficult vintage that Terry Theise called “perhaps the greatest achievement I’ve ever seen by a winemaker.” This wine, for this auction, should easily command $100. I’m the original owner of the wine, so I can verify its provenance – please bid generously.

Anyway, the other night I went to drop off the wine, and GM Mark Politzer (the husband of our own Rachael Harriman) said he’d like to buy me a glass of wine when I came in for being so involved in the auction. The large bar, early on a Thursday evening, was absolutely impenetrable, with nothing, anywhere, table or seats, opening up for what must have been close to an hour. So while I was standing there, Mark, and AGM Charlie Berg (who, by the way, is leaving soon for Blue Hill to devote himself to becoming a full-time sommelier), were kind enough to offer me a glass of Grüner Veltliner and the perfect dish for someone standing around waiting for a seat: Marinated Nantucket Bay Scallops ($22, but comped) with orange, cilantro, and lemongrass vinaigrette. This was served in something resembling a stemless brandy glass with a spoon (I’m not sure if that’s the normal plating), and the orange and cilantro really complimented the wonderful scallops – it looked like a smallish course, but was quite an ample portion. This is the type of dish you can visualize the taste of (tastualize?) just from the ingredients list, and it was as good a combination as it sounds like because of the quality of the scallops.

Finally, I got a seat, and Charlie asked me if I’d mind if they served me a cheese course. I said I’d be happy to have one, but then later added that I’d like to order (and pay for) something first. (In the meantime, the cheese course came out, and I asked if I could have it placed in limbo until after my meal, so it was taken away and I never did get it back because I was so stuffed after my entree that I couldn’t eat any more).

With what was surely $40 of comps under the bridge, it was time to pony up. I’ve always been curious about Michael Mina’s signature dish: Michael’s Lobster Pot Pie ($68), and decided to go for it. I remember about two years ago, I wrote Mark Politzer about this dish, and said, “Is it really worth the price?” He wrote me back a one-word answer: “Yes!” The pot pie is presented in an oversized, single-serving copper pot – there was clearly a lot of food lurking underneath the browned pot-pie crust which is all I could see. The pot was then taken back and expertly plated, and wow, what a dish. An entire, huge lobster, with the meat removed but the shell included, and brandied lobster cream, baby vegetables, and wild mushrooms, all artfully presented with the shell an integral part of the visual component (and also having a functional aspect, keeping the heat in some of the chunks of lobster meat). The brandied lobster cream was bountiful and extremely rich, so there is no way that a single person is going to finish this dish and not be stuffed. It is glorious excess, and might I add that at the bar, I’m sure they’ll cheerfully bring out a share plate for two people to enjoy. At $34 per person, the price becomes much easier to grasp. I paired it with a 2009 Ramey Chardonnay ($20) from Russian River Valley, an exemplar of oak and oodles of butter, and normally something I wouldn’t enjoy on its own, but with this incredibly rich pot pie, the oak was absorbed into the brandied lobster cream sauce, and it was a very good pairing.

Bourbon Steak is frightfully expensive, with eye-popping prices. There is some serious money dining here, and a coat and tie are highly recommended. Surely I received special attention because of my donations, but I observed what was going on around me, and the service is just wonderful, and the bartenders really know how to shake a drink. 

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Stachowski Market & Deli, Georgetown

I went to Stachowski Market & Deli today and tried the Braunschweiger Sandwich ($8.99) for the first time. It was an excellent sandwich, and for the price it was amazing (it is indeed enough for two small meals). Made with Jamie’s homemade braunschweiger (pork liver sausage, a firm liverwurst), red onion, sweet pickle, and mustard on oversized, toasted rye bread, the ingredients were all superb, and the sandwich was tall enough where someone with a small jaw would have to compress it before eating. My one nitpick with this fine sandwich is that everything was very thick, and piled in its own space (I’d say that picture in Saveur is very much like what I had today). The shredded red onion – which was very sweet and quite good – needs to be distributed a little better. One bite in particular was not much more than rye bread, mustard, and a mound of red onion (which is how I know it was very sweet and quite good). This is a very mild liver sausage, so if you don’t like strong meats, don’t let the name or description scare you off.

On the way out, I saw Jamie, and he looks great. This market is terrific, and I don’t really see how it could possibly get much better than it is. Jamie, it’s wonderful to see you come into your own. Sure, you were great at Restaurant Kolumbia, but this is where your passion and heart are. I don’t know if this means anything to you, or sounds silly, but I’ll say it anyway – I’m proud of both you and Carolyn. 

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Family Meal, Frederick, MD

Last night, I had a wonderful, delightful dinner at Family Meal, my third visit to this terrific restaurant in Frederick. (Wonderful, delightful, and terrific in the first sentence – where do you think review is going?)

We were there mostly to chat and catch up, and wanted to eat modest amounts of food. I had a single glass of 2011 Ponzi Pinot Gris ($11), a very drinkable wine, served in a water glass with only a modest fill, and far too expensive for its own good: it retails for around $15 per bottle; here, a bottle is priced triple-retail at $44. Bad, bad, bad, Family Meal. Very bad.

I raved to my friend about the Chicken Pot Pie Fritters (a bargain at $4.99), and they lived up to the advance billing. Spheres of childhood pleasure, this time around my only knock is that they were a touch on the salty side; that aside, they are a must-order for the first-time visitor to Family Meal. Please order these – you’ll thank me if you do.

And I’d never had the Fried Chicken (a bargain at $13.99) until last night, and damned if it didn’t live up to its stratospheric reputation. A half chicken, served with two delicious buttermilk biscuits, lightly accented throughout with some sort of herb and what might have been an extremely mild cheese, but I’m not sure about the latter. The four pieces of pleasure also came with a little tub of delicious homemade pickles, and a needless ramekin of what tasted like Texas Pete. The breast was huge, and moist throughout – this bird was clearly brined, or injected, or something, because the salty moisture had penetrated to the deepest breast meat. I’m delighted to add that I have the leg, the wing, and a biscuit left – I assure you they will not go to waste.

The sides at Family Meal, under the section marked “Share,” have been uniformly excellent, and such was the case last night. “Mighty Joe” Young Spinach ($3.99) is fresh leaves, golden raisins, hazelnuts, and a vegan’s heaven, as was the Roasted Root Vegetables ($4.99) of delicata squash, sweet potato, and turnip. I’ve ordered the root vegetables once before, and this time around they were much more finely diced – not better, not worse, just a bit different. When you come here, load up on these “share plates” because they represent outstanding value.

As I type this, and remember that our total bill, with tax, was in the $40s, I feel somewhat guilty for my comments about the wine pricing (I don’t plan out these reviews; I wing them as I go, never knowing what my following paragraph will be). All four items ordered were flat-out bargains, and this restaurant needs to make its money somewhere, so I’ll turn my comment right back around at myself, and say: Bad, bad, bad, Don. Very bad. But Family Meal is good, good, good, mon. Very good.

I love this restaurant.

Oh, I forgot to add that there was one major service glitch: I had finished about two-thirds of my Pinot Gris, which was sitting right next to my water, and they both looked exactly the same. A girl came by to refill my water, and poured it into my wine glass (I desperately tried to stop her, but was too late). She was embarrassed, and I just laughed about it so she wouldn’t feel bad, but I do think that I should have had a half glass or so brought back to me (not a full glass; just a half glass to finish my meal with), but when she walked away, nothing was ever done. Yes, of course I could have said something, but it would have been somewhat awkward given the situation. Not a complaint, just an observation that I think is worth mentioning to the staff for the future.

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DGS Delicatessen, Dupont Circle

I’ve now been to DGS Delicatessen three times: December 23rd (when I ran into an old friend at the bar), December 24th (with my favorite dining companion in the whole, wide world), and January 7th (with Mark Slater, to celebrate his new job at Bastille (which has been silently lurking just behind Restaurant Eve in the Dining Guide for a long, long time, and now it’s certainly time for some more visits to Bastille – congratulations, Mark!))

On Monday, I picked up Mark, who looks terrific (and who managed to keep his new job a secret from me, the dirty dog!), and we were escorted up to what must surely be the best table in the restaurant: the “deuce” by the window on the top floor, overlooking 18th Street – which reminds me of the similar table at Komi overlooking 17th Street. All three times I’ve been to DGS, I was fingered by Brian Zipin, and all three times, Barry Koslow was there, working away – now that Tom Sietsema’s review is out, I hope they’ll take a well-deserved vacation. I’d say congratulations to the crew at DGS, but I suspect they’re quite disappointed with their two-star rating, and without having talked to anyone, I have to say that I respectfully disagree with that rating myself – I think the restaurant deserves a higher mark, and that it is one of the best restaurants that Dupont Circle has ever seen. That said, Tom recently wrote something about grade inflation and how it has become a problem, so perhaps he’s going to become a bit more stringent in general (this is pure speculation on my part). I’ll mention one more thing about that later, but for now, allow me to write my own thoughts.

Mark generally enjoys a cocktail at the beginning of a relaxing dinner, and we started out with a Mazel Tov Cocktail ($11), one of the funniest names I’ve ever heard for a cocktail (think about it). A refreshing, non-cloying drink that’s a perfect aperitif, it’s made with champagne, Averell plum gin, lavender syrup, and lime. 

The dean of area sommeliers ordered the white wine, a 2011 Schloss Gobelsberg Grüner Veltliner ($38), a perfect match for the lighter dishes here that’s also available by the glass for $10. At my behest, we started with the Chopped Liver ($8) which I’ve had before, and is the greatest chopped liver I’ve ever had in my life – it comes served on a radicchio leaf, topped with red onion marmalade, gribenes (“Jewish pork rinds” made with chicken skin), and double-baked rye bread. For all first-time visitors to DGS, this is your must order, especially at the price – it’s plenty for two people to share. And this time, I learned a little secret: when you’re just about out of chopped liver, take the radicchio leave, fold it into a “wrap,” and enjoy an astounding little pleasure, with the bitterness of the radicchio acting as a palate cleanser. I’m not sure if this is polite or not, but I don’t care – it’s a home-run idea and a fine combination of flavors. 

At Mark’s urging, we also had the Smoked Salmon Pastrami Sandwich ($11) which Mark claimed was his favorite item from his previous visit. It was astounding – a frozen St. Viateur Bagel from Montreal, topped with labneh, the smoke salmon pastrami, and a mound of pickled mustard seed along with cucumber salad. This is the first St. Viateur bagel I’ve had since my final evening in Montreal, when I got two bagels at St. Viateur, a pound of smoked meat from Schwartz’s a bottle of Côtes du Rhone from a local wine store, then went back to my hotel room and had a two-sandwich dinner that was as memorable as you could possibly imagine. 

As a transition course at the end of the white wine, and the beginning of the red wine, we split a pasta course, the Kreplach ($17), bacalao (salt cod and potato) ravioli with roasted tomatoes, garlic, and Za’atar spice. Although the menu doesn’t say so, this dish is decadent due to its buttery sauce which worked so well with the Grüner Veltliner.

I chose the red based on the sample sip I had on my previous visit – the 2005 Viña Aberdi La Rioja Alta Reserva ($46), a classic, unmistakable Rioja that’s worth every penny, and is also available by the glass for $12. (With more than one person, it’s almost *always* better to purchase wine by the bottle, both price-wise, and quality-wise because you never know how long the wine has been sitting open).

The Knish ($8) is strongly in red wine territory, with Sephardic, North African influences: lamb merguez, lentils, and raisin mustard, baked into an astonishing filo-like pastry. This is the type of dish that Joan Nathan might knock (and, in fact, did, because my friend overheard her knocking it), but the Jewish people, as far as I’m aware, live in other countries besides Israel and New York. A double-sauced dish, this is a powerful, spice-driven knish that is quite assertive.

Long after we threw in the towel, out came the Flanken ($21), yeah, we kind of over-ordered, braised short ribs (*not* cooked sous-vide) with Tunisian spices, figs, spinach and fresh mint. The Potato Latkes ($7), with crême fraiche and DGS apple preserves, looked like nothing special at all, but were much better this time than the last time I had them.

Around this time, we were about sprawled out on the floor, especially me, because I’m trying eat slower, less, lighter. So of course Barry sent out a slice of DC Style Cheesecake ($7) with cranberry compote. I have yet to have a dessert at DGS that wasn’t fantastic, and I’ve just about had them all now.

 After one read of Tom’s review, I have two strong agreements, and two strong disagreements: I think he’s right about too much mustard seed on the smoked salmon pastrami, and also that the sauce in the Holishkes is a bit too sweet; I think he’s wrong about comparing the knish to an Indian samosa, and of course with the overall star rating. But it was an interesting and thoughtful review, if a bit too harsh.

 I suspect these folks are going to take a vacation day or two now that review season is over, so you may want to wait a week before heading to DGS Delicatessen. But when you do go, I can pretty much assure you that you’re going to be very, very impressed with this restaurant.

PS – Not that he’s entirely objective, but Brian Zipin swears to me that DGS Delicatessen has the best brunch in town.

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Amoo’s Kabob, McLean, VA

Good news for fans of Amoo’s Kabob: they got themselves a tandoor, and are now offering homemade bread for $1 a slice. It’s about 6-8 inches in diameter, round, surprisingly thick (maybe 1/4-inch), evenly charred, and just wonderful.

I suspect many people in Tysons Corner don’t really know about downtown McLean which is going to become a hotbed for independent restaurants in the next 10-20 years. Likewise, I suspect some of the newer residents in downtown McLean (if there is such a thing as a “newer resident in downtown McLean”) don’t pay much attention to the little community of Chesterbrook, home to Amoo’s Kabob.

Amoo (meaning “uncle” in Persian) is an exceedingly humble, polite, gentle man who values his customers, and even goes so far as to bow as a gesture of a respect (and I bow right back at him because he is a great person). His food has always been pretty good, but it’s gotten better in the past year, and last night was the third consecutive meal I’ve had there that I would consider to be excellent. For carryout, this is my favorite restaurant in McLean.

If you go online to Amoo’s menu, go straight to the “Amoo’s Specialties” or “Traditional Stews” section. Every time I go in there, I see a list of hand-written specials next to the register that look even more interesting, and I kick myself for forgetting to ask about then when I call. If you call, and there’s a man with an accent on the phone, that’s Amoo – ask him about the daily specials, and turn yourself over to his recommendations.

Baghali Polo with Mahicheh ($12.99) has become a mainstay of my carryout rotation. Usually served with chicken, this version contains an entire lamb shank, served on the bone – all you need is a fork to gently remove the long-cooked, tender lamb meat. So often, lamb shanks are tough and tire-like; this is tender, perfectly braised, and delicious. It comes with a *lot* of braising liquid – thin, reddish-brown juices that you pour right on top of the lima bean and dill rice (that’s the Baghali Polo part), topping it with the order of thick Mast-o-Kheyar - a yogurt with diced cucumbers which you usually have to spoon out rather than pour. Make sure to ask for the homemade bread when you call; the default is their pre-packaged, paper-thin pita which is just not that good – it is well, well worth the dollar extra (or two, for two pieces) to have that terrific bread with this succulent meal-in-a-bowl. The only knock I have on last night’s version was that there was bit of a powdery aspect to the sauce (undoubtedly powdered spice, most likely chili powder) – this could have been a little better integrated, but I suspect most people wouldn’t really notice and it’s a minor nitpick to be sure.

I can’t raise Amoo’s above Bistro Vivant in the Dining Guide, but it remains solidly entrenched as the number two restaurant in McLean. This gets a little tricky because comparing it to Tachibana is a fool’s errand, and as I type this, I’m wondering if I should raise Tachibana above Amoo’s because, after all, my criteria is “where would I choose to go, if someone else was paying for the meal,” i.e., if price was no object, and I suppose the answer is Tachibana. And as I type this further, I realize I must raise Tachibana ahead of Amoo’s, even though there’s no question in my mind as to which restaurant is the better value – McLean is fortunate to have all three.

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Monty’s Steakhouse, Springfield, VA

I had no idea what to expect when I walked into Monty’s Steakhouse last night, and I kept it that way on purpose. It’s in the Old Keene Mill Shopping Center which also contains the Springfield Whole Foods (there are quite a few shopping centers around that intersection, so that’s your reference). Immediately, I was impressed by the clean, dichromatic decor of white walls, and dark (black, brown) trim which dominates the restaurant’s ambiance. Although the restaurant was full at 7:30 on a Saturday night, we managed to get a two-top after just a couple of minutes, and it was a good thing we weren’t any later because a line of patrons began forming behind us.

As I walked to the table, I looked at people’s food, and knew that I was going to probably like this restaurant quite a bit, and I was right. There’s a lot to choose from on this front-and-back page menu, and while some people were having burgers (which looked terrific, and provide an inexpensive alternative in a casual fine dining atmosphere), most people were there for a steak, and so were we.

I have two concerns about Monty’s Steakhouse, the first of which is beverage pricing. My young dining companion stuck with ice water, while I ordered a Gulden Draak ($14) from a fairly long, but somewhat ordinary, page of beers without prices next to them – I would have never ordered this beer had I known it was an astounding fourteen dollars. Gulden Draak is a very fine, widely available beer which retails for about $5 per 11.2 ounce bottle, so we’re in triple-retail territory here for an already expensive beer. The lady, whom I believe may have been the owner’s wife, struggled mightily with the pour, producing mostly foam, and had to return to the bar. A minute or so later, a fairly small glass appeared filled to the brim, without the bottle, and I suspect several ounces of this beer had been lost to the angels.

We could not have chosen better appetizers. Hot Artichoke & Spinach Dip ($8 for a small) is the type of thing I go out of my way to avoid at TGIFridays, etc. because it’s generally a gooey (but tasty) calorie-fest that is ultimately not worth the poundage; here, it was also gooey, but this dip was delicious in a way that was worth every calorie, served with toasted slices of baked baguette topped with what could have been an orange parmesan-styled crumble. I tend not to like these dips, but this one was really good. Every bit its equal was the New England Clam Chowder ($5 for a cup (we had actually ordered a bowl)), a thick, brownish chowder, loaded up with clams and potato, surely flavored with some form of bacon. A wonderful, heavy-styled chowder that I cannot imagine anyone not liking except for absolute purists. I recommend both of these appetizers, and it will be difficult to move on and try others the next time I’m here.

Monty’s features several dry-aged cuts of steak, all of which are locally grown (according to our friendly server, Ari), and dry-aged for them by the distributor. We went all-in, and ordered the Dry-Aged Porterhouse For Two ($45, menu says 26 ounces), the most expensive item in the restaurant as far as I can remember (the porterhouse for one was $38 for 14 ounces, so ordering this just made good sense). We ordered it medium-rare, and that’s exactly how it was cooked. Monty’s offers a variety of interesting sauces, all of which are included in the price, and you can order several to taste and compare – we thoroughly enjoyed our trio of Bernaise, garlic jus, and horseradish cream (and were cheerfully brought a second ramekin of Bernaise when I asked for it) – I don’t see how these sauces could have been any better than they were. Humorously, Monty’s offers Yum-Yum sauce as one of their options. Knowing this thread was on the website, it brought a smile to my face. This was a very fine porterhouse that was indeed quite large – it’s possible for one hungry man to finish it, but it’s certainly sized for two average people. Better still, the price of the steaks includes two side orders (re-read that sentence), and our side orders were every bit as good as our appetizers. Pommes Gratin and Creamed Spinach were the perfect compliments to our porterhouse, and both were not only executed extremely well, but also divided into individual portions and served to each of us on our own plate (almost surely, the pommes gratin was two orders, as it was baked and served in the same dish). The creamed spinach used fresh leaves, and very, very little cream – just enough so you might know it’s there. Some of the food, including the pommes gratin and porterhouse, benefitted from a few shakes of salt (not a problem, and I’d certainly rather have this than the opposite case). With my steak, I enjoyed the least expensive red wine by the glass that Monty’s offers, the 2010 Jacques Perrin Côtes du Rhone ($8), a perfectly serviceable vin de table that, if I recall, was selling for $28 a bottle. If you have two adults, and are looking for an inexpensive red with your steak, you won’t go wrong with this (their wine list, in general, skews expensive, but I did notice a bottle of Monastrell for, I believe, $21 if you want to go cheaper still; I’d go with the Côtes du Rhone).

As stuffed as we were, there was a little postcard on the table with a quote from one of the internet sites, raving about the desserts. We asked our server about them, and she said they are all made in-house, and are presented on a tray. Wow, another nice little surprise. So we asked her to bring it out, and were both mightily impressed with what we saw: fully eleven house-made desserts, all of which looked worth ordering. The chef apparently has some extensive training in pastry, and it shows. We happily ordered a Lychee Tart ($9), a dessert I don’t ever recall seeing in this area before. Matt had never before tried a lychee, and this was a fine introduction, the lychees distributed around, and on the top part, of a well-made pastry crust that, despite looking very “wet,” had a bit, just a bit, of a dryness to it. Nevertheless, a fine effort, and I would urge diners to save room for dessert here because it’s worth it.

If this post sounds like a rave, it pretty much is. But I haven’t gotten to my second concern about Monty’s, and I’m not quite sure how to even bring it up. The service here was as friendly as it could possibly be. Monty himself brought out our appetizers, and ground whole peppercorns over our clam chowder. Ari, our server, could not have been more pleasant. The lady I believe might be Monty’s wife was the one who served me my beer. Enthusiasm abounded, and everyone was delightful which is why I feel like a creep for saying that the service here has problems. We were both left with an overall feeling that when we really needed something, we couldn’t flag anyone down (we were absolutely not being ignored; there was just nobody around). It’s possible they were short-staffed, and that would explain things, but there’s something intangible about the timing of everything that was just “off.” One example is that halfway through my steak, I finished my wine and would have loved another glass, but nobody ever asked – we were there a good thirty minutes after that point. Yes, I could have flagged someone I suppose, but this is just one example. Another is that we never got dinner rolls, and we noticed the tables on both sides of us had a basket of them (and they looked very good) – we didn’t notice this until late in the meal, or I would have surely asked for some. These problems are eminently fixable, however, because they are rooted in good intention and friendliness. I hate to push myself as a restaurant consultant (and won’t), but I could have this restaurant running like a finely tuned machine in just a few days. I honestly don’t think the owners recognize the service issues or they would surely address them, and it most certainly was not our server, who was as friendly and cordial as could be – it was all timing and focus, nothing more, nothing less.

More than any other restaurant, Monty’s reminds me of Ray’s The Classics. However, with the possible exception of the steaks, every single thing we ate here was at a higher level than Ray’s. Matt argued, perhaps correctly, that Ray’s bisque was as good as our clam chowder, but the appetizers, side dishes, and desserts – as well as the very fine, reasonably priced steak we had – vaults Monty’s Steakhouse strongly into Italic in the Dining Guide, as well as securing its place as the top restaurant in Springfield with nary a challenger in view. It is not often I am taken so completely off-guard by a dining experience, but I was extremely impressed by Monty’s Steakhouse, and I think you will be, too.

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Maki Maki, Bethesda

I tweeted this yesterday afternoon, having a terrible craving for raw seafood – raw bar or sashimi – yesterday at around 3:15 PM.

I really tried:

Makoto, closed
Kotobuki, closed
Murasaki, closed
Yosaku, closed
Black’s Bar & Kitchen, closed
Clyde’s, open but no raw bar (!) I was shocked to walk in and find this out
Sushi-Ko, closed
Hinata, closed
Satsuma, not answering their phone with weird recording on it
Freddy’s, closed
Kanpai, closed
Tako Grill, closed

I mean, that is *really* trying – I tried *all* of these places, to no avail.

Giving up, I saw Maki Maki on my right, heading northbound on Wisconsin, and it was OPEN! :) :) :)

I walked into a completely empty restaurant, ordered a Pot of Green Tea ($1.99), and gratefully placed an order for sashimi. You simply have no idea how grateful I was to have found this restaurant open – can you imagine having gone through all that rigmarole?

I ordered 3 orders of sashimi, and a maki roll: Salmon, Yellowtail, Octopus ($4.50 for 3 incredibly generously cut pieces for each order) and an Alaska Roll ($4.50) which was salmon and avocado. The plate came with standard ginger, powdered wasabi, and the fish was sitting atop shredded daikon radish (a guilty pleasure of mine is dunking this in a little soy sauce and enjoying it, rather than treating it simply as a backdrop). As I was finishing my shocking good sushi (all three items were above-average in quality, and only $1.50 per thick slice), I ordered a fourth order of sashimi, Red Clam ($4.50) to have before I finished my maki roll.

The fish was no doubt frozen – in fact, one of the gentlemen brought out a plastic-wrapped cylinder of octopus that was as hard as a brick, in order to let it thaw for the upcoming dinner hour. So I bear no illusions in terms of freshness, but I don’t care – the octopus, salmon, and yellowtail were all *very* good, and only the red clam was mediocre (and stingily portioned). The maki roll was okay, but not as good as the first three orders of sashimi.

With tax, I got out for $25.95, and considering how strong my craving was, I was happy to pay it. I’ve never before worked so hard to find raw seafood.

Maki Maki is worth knowing about, especially on Monday afternoons at 3:30 PM. Thank you, my friends, for being open. Note the delivery options, and with the takeout menu, they have $5 off of dinner delivery with a minimum order of $50. I’d load up on sashimi, although I suspect that with a mass order, you won’t get near the same thick cuts that I was fortunate enough to receive.

Cheers,
Rocks

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Paradise Indian Cuisine, Gwynn Park, MD

As the situation would have it, I stayed in the Gwynn Park Days Inn last week (near Security Mall). First 7 PM, then 8 PM, then 9 PM, fast approached, then passed. I was getting hungry, and my options were becoming limited.

Paradise Indian Restaurant is *the* restaurant, and I mean, the *only* restaurant at the Days Inn. In DC-based terms, it’s not unlike Sangam was before it closed – an odd, virtually unknown Indian banquet hell dominating the center of a fleabag motel, with no apparent reason for being there, other than possible Indian ownership.

Rather than take a 9:30 PM chance on something else, I decided to make the best of a potentially bad situation. I walked into the restaurant, studied the environs and menu carefully, and decided it had a strong Pakistani influence. They advertised that their goat and lamb were Halal (a very good sign), and so I went simple, Halal, and rolled the dice on the Lamb Curry ($12.95) which came with basmati rice. I ordered a side of Butter Naan ($1.95) and Raita (which they forgot to include, and fortunately forgot to charge me for). I asked for a plate, fork, and napkin, took my meal back to my room, and enjoyed it with a 2004 Mugneret-Gibourg Echezeaux (did I just say that?) Yes, yes I did.

And wow, what a combination. Think “Ravi Kabob” when you think of Paradise’s “Lamb Curry.” It was boneless chunks of halal lamb, in a brownish, granular gravy, without much of anything else going on, and it was delicious. Spicy, but not too spicy, with the essence of lamb flavor in every single chunk. The rice and the naan were neutral vehicles to sop up the curry which was extremely Pakistani in spirit.

For a 9:30 PM carryout dish, in a crummy interstate motel, and a complete unknown Indo-Pak restaurant, I’m willing to bet I had one of the best dishes served in Gwynn Park on this evening. Call it blind luck, skill in evaluation and ordering, or a gift from God, but just call it … victory.

Not awesome, not italic, and this restaurant is known more for its banquets and buffet lunches; but, gosh this meal was good, and it could have been really, really bad. Whoever butchers and wholesales this lamb is doing a very, very good job. A disaster averted!

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