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Showing posts with label local. Show all posts

7.19.2016

HONESTY is the policy: Rosemary and Vine


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When asked about Rye, New York, Tania Rahal, the co-owner of Rosemary and Vine, revealed that the people are honest and straightforward. She mentioned that they are direct and generous at the same time, not afraid to compassionately share their opinions.

The Rosemary and Vine restaurant fits right in. Transparency is very important to the restaurant’s team and mission. Wholesome, fresh, seasonal, organic, and local ingredients are key to the vegetarian Mediterranean-inspired menu. The open kitchen is also paramount to the concept of the table service eatery, allowing guests to see food preparation and indirectly involving them in the process. With that, Rosemary and Vine’s food tastes honest.  Including a mix of family recipes and dishes cultivated by Consulting Chef Erica Wides, summer is on the menu.
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Honesty begins with the starters, a blend of classic and fresh. Start with a cooling and textured gazpacho blanco, complete with a vibrant soft green color, a result of luscious cucumber, grapes, and deep roasted almonds.  Try a smoky babaganoush topped with sweet-tart pomegranate seeds that add a crunch to the sinful eggplant spread. The homemade hummus, a family recipe, is bright and smooth, earthy and meaty, perfect with crisp pita points. An avocado crostini is complex and hums with tangy feta, sweet peas, a layered charmoula, and moments of mint. 
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Rosemary and Vine’s summer flatbreads exude color and bright flavors that combine to be satiating and familiar. The Sarah similar to, but steps above, run-of-the-mill pizza, the Ella smooth with thick ricotta, spicy baby arugula, but accompanied by a crunch from buttery roasted pine nuts, the Yasmine with lemon notes and creamy hummus and fatoush greens. Each one demonstrates discernable fresh seasonal ingredients.
Owners Berj Yeretzian and Tania Rahal
Salads come in all colors, too— textured with lentils or quinoa; colored with cucumbers, tomatoes, or kale; made fresh with sumac dressing or apple cider vinaigrette. 
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Entrees are an amalgamation of a vegetarian paradise and Mediterranean flare that is far from intimidating, but still includes the aromas and flavors of another world. The saffron- scented Moroccan tagine attracts regulars because of its robust warm spices with hints of sweetness supported by delicate butternut squash and zucchini and hearty chickpeas served on couscous.  A truffled summer garden fettuccini is perfect for the scalding summer temperatures, as it remains fresh with earthy grilled asparagus and fatty pine nuts, while the radicchio adds a bitterness balanced by the bursting sweet summer corn. The thick flakes of Sartori Parmesan binds the pasta dish together; its salt brings out the sensuous truffle butter. Other entrees include Turkish braised eggplant ragout, family recipe falafel, five-cheese mushroom lasagna, potato kibbeh, and a Provençal frittata.
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No summer meal is complete without dessert. Abborio rice pudding is laced with spicy cinnamon, bourbon vanilla beans, and the distinct flavor of almond milk, just sweet enough, while the dark chocolate pudding speaks to mature decadence.  The warm chocolate cake is a dessert in between, still luxurious with cocoa powder and 70% dark Valrhona chocolate, but made playful with sweetened strawberries and light whipped cream.
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The restaurant offers a mission-based curated beverage list, including sustainable, small batch production Mediterranean wines; delicate and refined wine cocktails; select draft and bottled beers; coffee by Coffee Labs, a small-batch, local independent roaster in Tarrytown, NY; hot chocolate by Valrhona; and organic teas by Serendipitea.

Rosemary and Vine came together through the vision of owners Berj Yeretzian and Tania Rahal, to bring a taste of their native home to their new home in Rye, New York, culminating in a beer and wine bar offering delicious Mediterranean, vegetarian fare. The eatery has transformed through the sincerity of its clientele, but its constant has remained: honest food.
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11.18.2014

interview with GIBSON BORELLI


Photo Courtesy of Gibson Borelli
Sure, the pressure to get Thanksgiving just right is pretty intense, but imagine cooking for Guy Fieri and Rachael Ray on national television. That makes Thanksgiving for the fambam sound like a breeze. 

Maybe you couldn’t have done it, but Gibson Borelli, of Hoboken, definitely did and knocked it out of the park! He was the winner of the second season of Food Network’s “Rachael vs. Guy: Kids Cook-Off” this September. On top of that title, Gibson won his own three-episode web series on FoodNetwork.com called “The Jersey Shore Kid, ” which takes viewers on a delicious tour of Jersey and of course, he puts his own spin on Jersey favorites.  Along with doing all those typical 7th grader things, Gibson is giving cooking demos and attending high-profile foodie events around the area.

I got a chance to ask the aspiring chef a few questions about his cooking beginnings and what it’s like to be the champ. See what’s cooking with Gibson in our interview.
Photo Courtesy of Gibson Borelli
How did it feel to win?
It felt a little crazy to win because there were many doubts in my mind that I was going to lose so it was pretty surreal to win.

Tell us a little about the competition?
The competition was a 6 episode series on Food Network. It was hosted by the amazing chefs, Guy Fieri and Rachael Ray. 

How did you come up with your recipes?
I come up with my recipes from what I've eaten, what I've seen, and off of things I have made. 

When did you start cooking?
I started cooking when I was 7 when I made my first batch of cookies. Things led from there and I am making anything you could imagine. 
Gibson and Chef Alex Guarnaschelli--Photo Courtesy of Gibson Borelli
What or Who is your inspiration?
My inspiration was Guy Fieri, all Food Network chefs, and just chefs I have met/seen in my life. 

What is your favorite thing to make? Or things?
My favorite thing to cook is my burgers. I think of burgers as a blank canvas, and I can put anything on them. So it's a great thing to make!

Any tips to aspiring chefs or kids (or adults) who want to do more and better in the kitchen?
One tip I have for aspiring chefs is to experiment. Don't make the same things twice. Sure, you might want to work on the recipe, but write down what you did wrong, and in your next dish make sure you don't make the same mistakes again. Another tip is to have fun with what you are doing. If you don't like what you are doing, switch it up!

What happens next?
What happens next? Secrets, so stay tuned!

Can’t wait to see what he’s up to next? Follow @ChefGibsonB for more of Gibson’s food adventures!
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Photo Courtesy of Gibson Borelli

9.29.2014

re.CAP : HAMILTON Park BBQ Festival


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Saturday showed a resurgence of summer heat, cloudless skies and intense sun— the perfect setting for the 5th Hamilton Park BBQ Festival in Jersey City. The crowds holding plastic cups filled with amber beer, unwieldy racks of ribs or over filled sandwiches, spilled onto the street bordering the park. There, there were vendors selling wares and snacks, while in the square was the meat of the matter. 
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In the graveled area, six different bbq-centric eateries dished out smoky eats like pulled pork and brisket sandwiches from Delaney BBQ, ribs from Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, drumsticks from Jimmy’s BBQ, and meaty noodles from Union Republic. Hammilton Inn poured libations like Bourbon Tea and red sangria, while  Milk Sugar Love and Cholita Dessert Bar tempted with ice cream and sweet treats. There was live music and face painting and other kiddie activities making the BBQ Festival an affair for the family, while raising funds for the New Hamilton Park Conservancy.
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9.26.2014

DIFFERENT and similar: Bäco Mercat


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Shadows from the candle danced on the menu at Bäco Mercat, while they scratched their heads. The music was almost jarring, and the place was almost too hip, and they were most definitely too hungry.
Choosing dishes for their meal was like choosing blindly. Different categories, different flavors, different influences, all led to a different experience, but in some ways more of the same.
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Squash blossoms were set ablaze by their little candle, warming the table and overhearing all of their conversation. Each organic package was bursting with eggplant, fresh, crunchy and creamy, fried and delicious.
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But the “original” bäco held their attention. Soft and buttery flatbread folded over to conceal stringy beef carnitas and tender pork, alive with salbitxada sauce and textures. Beautiful greens, sparkles of vegetation, and two meats to tide them over until the next bite.  
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Like slippery blistered green okra, warm with tomato and fenugreek. Herbs and heat.
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Or crusty, flaky pastry, crisp around decadent duck, crowned with a glossy pretty fried egg. A heavy mix of luxury and familiarity, with the spice of honey mustard and pebbles of pistachio interwoven.
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Or the silky and sumptuous slow roasted pork shoulder, drowned in tangy sweet pale kumquat tang. Hearty and homey, meaty and fatty, a balance completed by the fruits and the greens.
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But the decadence of the pistachio cheesecake, deep, salty and green, clashed with the warm and cold syrupy sweetness of the rustic baked semolina, even though they were both studded with the meaty gems of pistachios.
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Their dinner felt like an odd mix of heat and invention, tradition twisted to make something new yet familiar.
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9.12.2014

organized CHAOS: Central Kitchen


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The room was like whispers— an intricate balance of indoors and outdoors, starlight streaming in, growing greens, silent water, and sturdy wooden feelings. The space belonged to fairies and twinkling lights, warm laughter and robust wine.
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At Central Kitchen in San Francisco, the flavors of fresh mingled with exquisite execution, local and seasonal ingredients and something a little too cool to utter. Each dish felt like a harvest of the best, misplaced and disoriented, redirected to produce an earthy perfection.
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The swirl of stone fruits of pinks, peaches and hushed purples, hugged the soft and sticky burrata, stretching. Earthy greens darkened the fruits tangy tenor, urging the burrata to hold the center. Crunchy fried bread felt sharp as thorns to the stone fruit flower— sharp and savory.
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A pyramid of pink triangles, thick with light green pistachios and white striations of fat and flavor, stood up proudly to delicate chips crisp with air and heat. The meaty pate longed for fall and wind and leaves, but was rich and rugged, here and now.
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Almost indistinguishable splotches arranged themselves on the plate, lopsided and lackadaisical. Smears of horseradish cream, imperceptibly spicy, cradled fat and juicy fresh figs dressed in slimy exotic lardo. The creaminess below was at odds with the crunch of the seeds and the liveliness of the fig, while the fatty and salty lardo unified both disparate fronts.
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A ring of delicate green cucumber, rich and roasty potatoes and mini micro greens, danced around the plate, chasing after a salty, crunchy king salmon. It was light and playful, a song of earth and sea.
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Meat lay flat in multicolored rectangles, layered with heavy pork, luscious fat and crunchy skin, while a thick line of a mélange of yellow corn and wild rice divided the plate. Wisps of vibrant green herbed emulsion exclaimed, contrasting dark bittersweet blackberries and cream.
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A random smattering of odd shaped pastas, wheaty with fennel pollen, multiplied, like a colony of cells reproducing in warm weather. Sweet golden knobs of corn heightened the saltiness of each thick and almost crispy chunk of brown red pancetta, springing to life with artisan cheese and great green chives.
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Puzzle pieces of drenched peach slices, precarious crunchy cookie,  sweet peach compote and floral honeycomb bites fit together, textures playing a tug of war while warm and cold sweetness made jagged edges round.

The plates all were a pretty consortium of the most colorful and rich moments, laden with purpose and guidance—almost like an organized chaos.
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