Boudin SF – Lombard, IL

One of the highlights of our trip to San Francisco was getting to see the Boudin (pronounced boo-deen) bakers do their thing.  While we didn’t get a chance to eat their food while we were out there, we knew it would just be a matter of time before we could fix that.  Opened October 9 in Lombard near Yorktown Mall is the first non-California based locale for the country’s oldest sourdough bread.

Just one of many high profile restaurants coming to the area in an effort to remake this particular part of Lombard, Boudin SF gives Illinois a taste of what lucky San Franciscans can get every day.  And it’s a good thing I don’t live near this place, because I would be here every day.  As it is, Katie and I had both lunch and dinner at Boudin SF this past weekend.

Yeah, it’s that good.  But, I could be biased.  Eating here reminds me of my favorite city.  I would have eaten breakfast here, too, if I would have realized they had sourdough French toast on the menu.  But alas, that will be for another day.

Katie chose the grilled cheese, a blend of Havarti, Mozerella and Cheddar cheeses, and tomato soup.  The sandwich was served on their signature sourdough, naturally.  Both were delicious.  So much so that when we went back for dinner I had the exact same thing.  The bread is a natural for toasting or grilling.  It really brings out the flavor.  And the cheeses were melted into a perfect cheesy dream.  The soup compliments the dish well.  It’s a hearty soup with a simple flavor.

I chose half of a spinach and mushroom Alfredo pizza, along with a bowl of the vegetarian chili.  This, this is a good chili.  Hearty and flavorful, the vegetables are served in a base that carries a hint of cheddar cheese.  All vegetarian chili should taste this good.  The Alfredo pizza was also delicious, but didn’t beat the simple cheese pizza Katie would have later that night.  The vegetables were fresh, the mushrooms wild, and the pizza creamy.  I was hoping for a better taste of the sourdough in the crust, but that’s a minor quibble.

As I mentioned, for dinner, Katie went with the cheese pizza, and it was here where the sourdough crust shined.  A cannot recommend the cheese pizza enough.

We didn’t stop there of course.  We needed dessert!  Sweet, sweet dessert!  I had the Apple Oat Bar, Katie a Chocolate Chip Muffin.  The oat bar was dense and rich without feeling heavy.  The apples were fresh and crisp, layered onto a moist beyond moist crumb base.  Katie’s muffin was one of the best I’ve ever tried.  The top was crunchy and well textured, hiding underneath it a soft interior.  The combination of the two textures provided an excellent topper to our day.

Oh.  And the bread.  Bread is also made here on a constant basis, using some of the original mother dough from SF, itself over 100 years old.  Loaves can be bought for as little as 1.79.  So, do yourself a favor and bring some home.  You’ve never quite had sourdough like it.

Hot Chocolate Cookies

Why the absence?  Work.  Work.  Work.  Working all day with computers really puts a hamper on wanting to be near a computer screen when you get home.

Oh, and my iMac went poof this weekend.  The logic board went bye-bye.  So, I’m waiting for the new one to show up on my door.  I’m excited, yet upset that I spent 1,400 dollars I never even got a chance to meet.

To reduce my level of techno-stress, I spent Sunday baking like a mad person.  This is one of two recipes I want to try out.  The second will be for a Halloween Cup Cake decorating day at N8 and Elaine’s.  The first one is a recipe I discovered on Dessert in the Country called Hot Chocolate Cookies. I’ve been trying to find recipes that fit the season, trying to fend off winter depression by adapting my favorite past time to meet the season.

What Joe has done is make a cookie that actually mirrors a warm cup of store bought cocoa.  The taste is light, and while I could go for more chocolate, I understand why the finished product is more subtle in its flavor.  You can really taste the cocoa mix in the cookie, and the marshmallow adds a nice second layer of chewiness, with a chocolate glaze kick chasing everything down.

I let my OCD take over for this one.  Once the cookies were done baking, I used the CLEAN top of a canola spray can to make the cookies perfectly round.  And while the recipe says it makes 4 dozen, I was actually able to produce 5 dozen.

*Vegetarian and Vegan Alert*

This dish is most definitely not vegetarian nor vegan friendly.  Eggs, marshmallow and PLENTY of butter make sure this is a guilty-pleasure cookie.

/END ALERT

Unfortunately, since my computer is dead, I don’t have any photos to share.  Click over to Joe’s page to see his finished product in the mean time.

HOT CHOCOLATE COOKIES (Adapted from Land O Lakes)

For the cookies

• 1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 cup instant hot chocolate cocoa mix – I used some dark chocolate Swiss Miss
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 12 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
• 1/2 cup granulated sugar
• 2 large eggs
• 1/4 cup milk
• 1 teaspoon vanilla
• 24-30 large marshmallows, cut in half crosswise

For the glaze

• 1 3/4 cups confectioners’ sugar
• 6 tablespoons unsalted butter
• 1/4 cup milk
• 2 tablespoons Dutch-process cocoa powder

To make the cookies

1. Preheat oven to 350
2. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa mix, baking soda and salt.
3. In a large mixing bowl, beat together butter and sugar until creamy. Add the eggs, one at a time, mixing until combined after each. Mix in milk and vanilla. Add the dry ingredients and mix just until combined.
4. Using a teaspoon or cookie scoop, drop the dough onto parchment or ex pat lined baking sheet. Bake until the cookie are set, about 8 minutes. Remove and place a marshmallow, cut side down, in the center of each cookie. Place back in the oven and continue baking until the marshmallow begins to look puffy, about 1 to 2 minutes. Remove and let cookies sit on the baking sheet for 1 minute before moving them to a wire rack to cool completely.

To make the glaze

1. Place confectioners’ sugar in a medium bowl. In a small saucepan, add butter, milk and cocoa. Cook over medium heat until the mixture comes to a boil – let cook for 1 minute. Remove from the heat and let cool for 5 minutes. Pour mixture into the bowl of confectioners’ sugar and beat until creamy.
2. Immediately spoon a little of the glaze over each of the cooled cookies.

Makes 4-5 dozen cookies.

San Francisco Eats – Day 1

Katie and I have returned from the West Coast, afraid to look at our credit card bills, and I already miss the place. I love San Francisco. I LOVE San Francisco. I love everything about that tiny, high cost of living, bay area. Things that would annoy me anywhere else excite me there. Examples, you ask?

Chicago – Busy streets and intersections can get me swearing like a sailor in less time than it take to shrug off a street beggar.

San Francisco – No need to hurry man! We get there when we get there. Let’s just enjoy the weather.

Chicago – Damn homeless always beggin’ for money. They KNOW I don’t have any.

San Francisco – I’m still not giving them money, but they CRAZY out there. We ran into a guy who had an intricate story written on over a dozen pieces of 18×24 cardboard. He was “blind” to envelopes, change, and anything other than 1 or 5 dollar bills. Never speak to him. Only give him money when he is panhandling. That’s fucking dedication to a cause!

I don’t know if Katie was enamored with the place as I am. She told me she was weirded out by the lack of hustle and bustle on the downtown streets. She believes that there needs to be hustle and/or bustle in downtown metropolises. I disagree, but can understand her point. I’ll just have to drug her and move her out there before she wakes up.

But, you can read more about the actual trip in the upcoming days on my regular journal. You’re here to learn about the delicious, occasionally divine, and always interesting dishes we dined on for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There were also occasionally second breakfasts and third desserts. But we’ll talk about that later.

The Stinking Rose

Our original plan was to get over to Universal Cafe as soon as we hopped off the BART, but that wasn’t in the cards. Instead we went to the backup plan, and walked over to The Stinking Rose. On the border of Chinatown and North Beach, The Stinking Rose sits on Columbus Avenue amid a selection of other restaurants, cafes, and gelaterias. For those who don’t know, The Stinking Rose is a garlic-themed restaurant. All garlic. All the time. Their slogan — We Season Our Garlic With Food.

This place should be the mecca of garlic lovers. Every dish was steeped in some form of odorous amore. And it was GOOD garlic. It’s not the kind of garlic you see jarred in the grocery store. The taste was sharp yet subtle where it needed to be. But there was no mistaking the fact that garlic was somehow in the dish. Even the buns, heated over a small votive candle were dusted with garlic.

We skipped appetizers and headed straight to our main course. Katie chose the Neon Ravioli with Garlic basil Alfredo sauce, while I had the Gnocchetti with Garlic gorgonzola, asparagus and toasted pine nuts. The ravioli was served al dente, the cheese inside perfectly heated. The Alfredo sauce was garlic personified. The only downside was the largish amount of basil that was thrown on top of the dish. It was like a tiny basil forest died to serve Katie’s needs. The gnocchetti were bite-sized bits of potato pasta goodness. So much so that I nearly bought the cookbook on sale just for that recipe. You can always tell when Katie and I are enjoying our meal because we seldom talk to each other. There’s only the occasional grunt of hunger being sated. We become cavemen, I’ll admit. Cavemen who know a good meal when we taste it.

Dessert? Dessert was the Gilroy’s Famous Garlic Ice Cream. Katie wanted nothing to do with it. But, I am the Super Dave Osborne of occasionally stupid ideas, and just had to try something that involved garlic AND ice cream. Covered in a caramel mole sauce, it was actually just the right amount of spice to go along with the vanilla bean. Of course, our tongues could have been dead to the garlic at this point, but we’ll just assume it was a subtle blend of garlic and mole, and not that The Stinking Rose raped our tongues.

So far? Mike – 1 / Katie – 1. We started out on the right foot.

Citizen Cake

Known more for their desserts than their dinners (at least in my circles), we decided to just have a full meal at Citizen Cake. We wouldn’t have time to eat dinner somewhere else, go there for dessert, and then head off to the show we were seeing that night. Dinner, unfortunately was a bit hit and miss for us.

We started with appetizers, a sunchoke puree soup for me, and a cheese plate for Katie. The winning dish was easily the cheese plate, although the sunchoke puree had a nice light feel to it. Barely seasoned, it was a decent starter to a meal, but nothing spectacular. The best part of it was the incredibly cool dish it was presented in.

Oh, and a sunchoke? According to WiseGeek…

A sunchoke is an underground vegetable like a cross between a rutabaga, potato, sunflower seed, and water chestnut. Also called a Jerusalem artichoke, it is not like an artichoke bloom, nor does it grow in Jerusalem. It’s one of the few native tubers of North America. A sunchoke, related to the sunflower, makes a delicious addition to salad, salsa, marinade, and soup.

The main dish, and the only vegetarian dish on the menu was a ratatouille using squash instead of the traditional eggplant, and covered with a green chile stuffed with goat cheese. It was like a modern take on the chile relleno. We thought the two dishes would have tasted better independently of each other, because we felt the tastes clashes a bit. Eaten individually however, they tasted fresh and delicious. I preferred the pepper over the ratatouille, and Katie the opposite, so it worked out.

Our biggest problem with the menu at Citizen Cake though was the freakin’ menu. Occasionally the witty cuteness of the menu made it impossible to tell what you were actually ordering. Aside from figs being in the course, what could you tell me about “my minds playing trick on my figs in space.”

My dessert was mostly the same way. I knew it somehow involved Concord grapes, but other than that, I was at the mercy of a handlebar mustachioed waiter. Luckily, it turned out that I was choosing a parfait of concord grape jelee and a peanut buttermilk mousse topped with homemade cracker jack. Katie went with the rose petal creme brulee. I loved my dessert, but I am a sucker for the reinvention of classic ideas. And what could be more classic than a peanut butter and jelly with some cracker jack? I loved the various textures, including what tasted almost like tapioca balls in the jelee. I was so enamored with it, I told our server that she had to tell the chef to never take this off the menu. Katie was less enthused with the creme brulee. She mentioned the sugar had been over-burned, leaving the final dish not as delicious as some other creme brulees she’s had.

The end of day one? Mike – 2 (saved by the dessert) / Katie – 1.