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11.07.2014

ripple EFFECT : Amanda's


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There were five of them and it was almost too late to eat, but they knew they needed to, so they did. They had been there before, many times, but this time something felt a little different. There had been a small shift, like a timid constant daring for a change, only it makes changes so miniscule, they are almost imperceptible, just enough to ripple the surface and make people think.

The change was not in the service or the quality of ingredients. Amanda’s has always been one of the most consistent restaurants in Hoboken, never wavering from its high standards and the freshest, most seasonal ingredients.
Nor was it in the décor. The dining rooms still felt like the formal dining rooms of homes you might have been to. It remains timeless and comfortable, and just elevated enough to feel excellence.

Maybe it was the menu. Amanda’s does a few things very well, each dish may shift with the seasons, but these items are to be anticipated on the menu. This evening, some of those were indeed listed, but morphed to a recognizable unfamiliarity.
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As always, a polenta starter is featured on the menu.  This time it was the base for a spicy sausage ragu topped with pretty mache and salty strands of parmesan. The polenta was creamy and warm, as expected, but the ragu was multifaceted and distinct.
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The entrees too, were in typical form— a tower of starch, vegetable and protein—but mixed up and embellished. The flaky pink grilled salmon sat atop a thick slab of lobster mashed potatoes, flanked by buttery green beans. A slight adjustment to the potatoes inspired curiosity and resulted in creamy luxury.

Similarly the seabass precariously perched on a round of garlicky sautéed spinach and a quinoa risotto, played with the same model, but creativity came with the base. Instead of the classic risotto or even a grain, Amanda’s new vision offered an inventive twist.
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The duck dish, complete with maple-roasted butternut squash, bacon lardons and wilted mustard greens, read like an old dish but instead brought excitement. The maple surfaced the earthy sweetness of the butternut squash, which accented the earthiness of the dark greens. But the salt of the lardoons and the fattiness of the meat made everything sparkle.
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Even dessert brought something uncharacteristic to the table. A banana cake with caramel ice cream felt like bananas fosters on the tongue, classic and simple but recreated. And a butterscotch pudding, layered all the dreams of sweetness into a perfect little package, presented in a jar. The chocolate molten cake is an old standby, unbroken by new imaginings.
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Sometimes the key to consistency is a kind of monotony and paucity of innovation. This flatness was at times present at Amanda’s—not that the food wasn’t good, it was, just predictable and safe. The new turns have created a more exciting experience, while replicating the high standards and quality. 
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8.05.2013

HudsonRW: Las Olas


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It was about 7/7:30 on Thursday during Hudson Restaurant Week, and Las Olas was not that busy. Most of the occupants were sitting at the bar, chatting and eating and drinking there, next to the neon glow of the enormous fish tanks. I went to sit further in the restaurant, passed the squeezed space of the bar, where a fuller sitting area was.  And it gave me a perfect view of the fish tanks, colorful and exotic. 
 
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Our server was super nice, and gave my fickle mind suggestions as to what to eat on the $35 prix fixe menu, and I went with almost everything she suggested, except for the flan. We each ordered one drink, though all were tempting and with fun names and alcohol. I got the pineapple cilantro margarita, which only tasted like tang and tequila until the bottom where the pineapple chunks and sprigs of green cilantro were hiding. My friend ordered the bright pink strawberry jalapeno margarita, which was hot and sweet at the same time, just like summer.

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My friend opted out of the prix fixe, but indulged in guacamole three ways; each way was a tiny bowl of bright green and mild guac, topped with seasoned shrimp, salty bacon, or strong gorgonzola. The guacamole was just chunky enough to feel authentic, and the toppings made the avocado come alive.

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She also went for the spicy tuna dumplings, recommended highly and frequently by one of her friends. Each dumpling was a wanton stuffed with spicy tuna (like the sushi roll), fried and served on a bed of guacamole, garnished with a little samba sauce. These badboys were surprisingly delicious, with a wild variety of textures, hot and cold temperatures, and a range of flavors. Each dumpling was one and a half bites of fun and surprise.

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For my first course, on the recommendation of our lovely server, I got the salmon kani poppers in lieu of the asian style wings and the guacamole starter. These bites consisted of kani salad wrapped in salmon sashimi and finished with a hot hot wasabi yusu sauce. The textures were raw and unsettling in a way, kind of slimy and wet, but that is what raw fish generally feels like. It was light and fresh, and most certainly, delicious. 

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Despite the rave reviews of the fish tacos from friends and reviews alike, I sided with my server and got the tiger roll, which is soy bean paper filled with spicy crab, shrimp tempura and avocado, topped with a little chipotle sauce. The rice was cooked nicely, tender and almost buttery, and each grain felt separate. The crab, shrimp tempura, and avocado each offered a different texture— stringy, crunchy and smooth and creamy— while the chipotle brought a smoky flavor to the sushi roll.

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For dessert I had the mochi, the ambiguous and mildly contradicting ice cream wrapped in rice paper dessert. I got strawberry flavored mochi, and my plate was an abstract play of strawberry and chocolate syrup, three tiny balls of mochi, and far too much whipped cream. But it was delightful. These mochi were fresh; the rice paper was like thin stretchy dough, sweet and chewy, preventing the melting ice cream from becoming a giant mess on the plate.

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The food was pretty good and the service was prompt and friendly, but unfortunately, I do not feel that the dinner prix fixe was the best deal. My only regret was going for dinner instead of lunch, as the menus were exactly the same according to the website, but lunch was half expensive. I also did not leave as satiated as I wanted to. It was nice to have a light meal, but the price was not right.

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I will be back, though, to try the fish tacos everyone is talking about.
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