Haute Hong Kong (reposted)

My recent trip to Asia included four days in Hong Kong. This wasn’t your average trip to Hong Kong – this was Haute Hong Kong – only the best! I am incredibly fortunate to have a smart, successful, fun-loving, and extremely generous sister who had to be in Hong Kong for business en route to our family vacation in the Philippines. This involved staying in luxury accommodations at the Four Seasons Hotel and dinner at Lung King Heen, the three-Michelin starred restaurant in the Four Seasons.

Our evening at Lung King Heen (“View of the Dragon”) was made extra special by the advanced introduction to the executive chef, Chan Yan Tak, by Chef Alain Sailhac, Dean Emeritus of The French Culinary Institute. On Chef Sailhac’s recommendation, Chef Chan created a special tasting menu of traditional Cantonese dishes for our table of four… a special honor for which we are all deeply grateful.

The evening began with a visit from Chef Chan Yan Tak, a stout quiet man with a commanding presence and few words of English. We assured him that we were adventurous eaters and placed ourselves in his masterful hands. Here’s what happened next:

Amuse Bouche:  Kimchi

Assorted Appetizers:hong-kong-4-2009-001

Dong Po-Style Braised Pork Belly, Scallop with Pear and Spicy Salt, Crispy Taro Dumpling with Crab, Crispy Frog’s Leg with Spicy Salt 


Soup:  Shark’s Fin Soup with Bean Curd and Crab Meat











Wok-Seared Star Grouper in Soy Sauce, and Steamed Grouper with Crispy Mung Beans


Peking-Style Chicken with chestnut flour jelly dumplings



Braised (tiny) Baby Bok Choy with Maitake Mushrooms


Noodles: Crispy fried noodle cake with hot and sour soup-style sauce



Dessert & Mignardise:







Mango Tapioca Pudding with Mango Tofu and Mangosteens, and

Handmade walnut pastry with walnut filling, Handmade Egg pastry with creamy dense egg filling, and Green tea jelly roll

Food and Culture, Continued

It’s Chef’s Night Off again, and with the schedule I’ve been keeping, I’m going to take advantage of the short post night.  Last post I brought up a different view of food and culture… tonight I have another point of view on that same subject. This time, it’s a brief observation on the culture of cooking techniques.

I just got home from yet another event with Nils and Dave… this time a class at DeGustibus Cooking School. Nils and Dave are famous for their high-tech approach to preparing delicious food. Nils is also famous for tubular shaped food, but that’s another story… maybe tomorrow if I don’t come up with something better by then! Anyway, the class tonight was essentially about using familiar and not-so-familiar equipment to create unique spins on familiar dishes. For example, one of the first courses was a Hamine Deviled Egg (see photo) – a simple deviled egg made from eggs that were hard boiled for an hour in a pressure cooker causing a Maliard effect and a change in the sulfur compounds (or something like that). Translation: the egg whites turned mocha brown like dulce de leche and the flavor changed from your basic sulfur-y hard boiled eggs to something much more like chicken livers – a bit gamy in a pleasant way. We served them with salmon roe and chopped chives… they were, as usual, delicious!

Hamine Egg

I’ve always been a classicist when it comes to cooking, so working with Nils and Dave has been a career-changing experience for me… at first, this was not a good thing, in my eyes. But, I’ve developed a strong appreciation for their passion for quality and deliciousness (a favorite word of all of ours). Sometimes, experiencing other food cultures can simply mean learning a new way to make an old favorite and appreciating the intellect and passion that went into it. The great thing about Nils and Dave (aside from the cra-zazy cocktails?) is that they are always eager to share their their new discoveries and enthusiasm with all.

Again, get off the bus, talk with the “locals”, always be willing to learn something new.

Food and Culture

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This is not your typical article about food and culture – far away places, the history woven into particular treasured dishes, how people interact, and how hierarchies exhibit themselves through foodways – at least that’s what initially comes to my mind. But, as I said, this is going to be a little different.

As I’ve mentioned on numerous occasions recently, I’m a bit more “engaged” in my work than I’d like – at least time-wise. However, as I’ve also mentioned before, I am extremely fortunate to do something I love for a living, so spending an awful amount of time doing it is not so awful. I love what being a chef means… the good, the bad and the ugly of it. I also love what being a chef has become to me.

I just returned home from the second night of a push that will last seven days and nights. This is on the tail end of a similar week, so I’m already a bit jaded and exhausted. However, I felt like I needed to acknowledge the exceptional experiences I’ve enjoyed during this time. My work with the French Culinary Institute goes far beyond teaching classic culinary techniques to career-minded students. My position involves spending a great deal of time working outside the academic environment in many facets of the food and beverage industry and beyond, including events with philanthropic societies, the design industry and other creative endeavors.

In this capacity, I spend time meeting and getting to know a wide range of people from all walks of life… from famous chefs and restaurateurs, writers, designers, thinkers, philanthropists, and creative entrepreneurs (even the sex industry has come up more than once lately!). It’s fascinating to experience what life will offer you if you are passionate, open-minded, and willing to allow your vision to encompass more than the neat package deal most people are willing to settle for. 

Life is a journey. The all-inclusive package tour is not for everyone. Step off the tour bus, walk alongside the locals, taste the treats offered to you, talk to strangers. You may find yourself a far richer person for doing so.

Down in the BK

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Any creative writing class will tell you to start with writing what you know. Tonight I was supposed to be writing about my travels – about places far away from here, their cultures, and their foodways. That ain’t how this one’s gonna go down. I’m in the BK, Brooklyn, and I’m feeling a bit detached from the world outside my neighborhood right now. Today my mind has covered several continents, but in the end, I came home alone to this place that I love and that feeds my soul. So, I’m giving it it’s props.

NYC is a lot of things – a lot of cultures, food, people, experiences – all rolled into one. After a day in lower Manhattan taking in the sights and sounds of a warm sunny day spent with loved ones, the night didn’t turn out as planned. Instead of fighting it, I turned home to Brooklyn.

Where do you go when the world feels a bit too big, a bit too intimidating, a bit too cold? Where do you go when you are alone and need a reminder that you are part of something more? Brooklyn is a series of neighborhoods, each with its own haven, mine is the Donut Shop a.k.a. the Seventh Avenue Diner – a 24-hour diner that hasn’t changed a bit since the 60’s, and is just as clean and welcoming as I imagine it was back then as well.

I pass my diner every day at least once, and every time I walk by, I wish I were inside enjoying a perfect cup of coffee served by any of the ever-present waitresses who’ve been there decades longer than this neighborhood has been cool. The owners must own the building, or this place would have been gone a long time ago – victim to gentrification… a sad but necessary part of life in NYC. Though I’m fairly certain the place will far outlive my time here, I feel obligated to support it every chance I get… most of my meals out in my ‘hood are spent here.

Tonight is Friday and I am heading home at the time when my neighbors are just considering the train ride into “the city.” The diner is empty except a couple of die-hard regulars sitting at the counter… but not for long. By the time I order my grilled cheese and bacon on rye with a cup of coffee and a glass of water, then settle in with my book, the place is filling up with regulars.

I live in an area where you are either from here or you are obviously not. I, fortunately, look like I’m from here, so nobody notices me in my corner booth. This area was an Italian immigrant stronghold for some time before an influx of Latinos, followed by urban settlers looking for cheap real estate and good schools. Now, aside from its reputation for pseudo-intellectual, moneyed, super-breeders, it’s a pleasant mix of cultures, colors, languages, and foods… and we all enjoy the Donut Shop.

As usual, tonight’s meal hit the spot. I left feeling comforted that old Brooklyn still exists in a small storefront on Seventh Avenue and that I can get to it easily on my way home. I found myself content, even happy to be home in a place where, even alone, I am part of a neighborhood that goes on to the beat of its own drum regardless of time and changing faces. I may come and go, but the diner lives on.

Can’t wait to enjoy my marble stick donut tomorrow morning with my coffee… did I mention they had the most incredible homemade donuts ever?

Support local history… eat at a neighborhood dive!

Reading: The Next Best Thing…

… To being there, to tasting it, to seeing it in person?

For me, sometimes it’s just nice to read for its own sake. There’s so precious little quiet time in my life lately, that reading has become a special escape for me. Being an unapologetic food geek, most of what I read is definitely food related.

Lately I’ve been reading for inspiration to keep this blog going, to remind myself how much I love what I do for a living, and how much I love living, period. I’ve been reading my classmates’ blogs with awe and inspiration; I’ve been reading Eater (a bit too much, I’m sure – it’s kind of an addiction); and I’ve been reading Filipino cookbooks for research for our upcoming class (I will be as prepared as possible).

Yesterday I shared a link to one of the books I’m using for research for the cooking class. Today I’ll share a few other bits.

Inspiration for this blog:

When I returned from my most recent vacation, I was less than enthusiastic about being home – I would have done almost anything to stay (indefinitely), but even I have a reasonable enough grasp on reality (giggle if you like) to know that I had to come home (for now!). When I arrived, New York Magazine’s “My First New York” issue was waiting to remind me how much I love this city. In it, there is an article, “The Everything Guide To: Brighton Beach” that made me want to do some serious exploring of an area now referred to as “Little Odessa.” Posts on “tasty meat-filled starches” will ensue!

Inspiration to eat more exotically:

Not that I need a whole lot of that! Unlike many of my friends and relatives, it took me a little while longer to acquire a taste (now a longing) for uni (sea urchin, ricci, etc.). Must have been a bad sushi bar experience while in a land-locked state (land-locked and I don’t do well together, no matter how beautiful or how good the skiing is!). Anyway, there was an article in the NYTimes Dining Section this week about the many glories of sea urchin and its countless contributions to deliciousness (and aphrodisiac-ness!). In “Escape from the Sushi Bar,” Julia Moskin provides fundamental information about the sea urchin as well as plenty of food porn of the briny-silky-yummiest kind. Read at your own risk!

Inspiration to laugh my ummm… tuckus off!

If you haven’t read any of my dear friend Mindy’s posts on either of the two blogs she is working on, now would be the time to do it. See the links in the next column for “Mindy’s Recipe for Disaster” and “Cooking Issues.” No matter what she happens to be writing about, from menacing mangoes to hydrocolloids, Mindy has a way with words that makes me laugh out loud every time! Thanks Mindy – needed that!

“Memories of Philippine Kitchens”

Memories of Philippine Kitchens

This beautifully produced and extremely well written book is one of the main resources I’ve used in preparing for the market tour and cooking class I’ll be offering for my fellow students in the first run of Food Blogging with Steven Shaw. I’m hoping most, if not all, of you will be able to attend.

 I am proposing we have the class at the International Culinary Center on Sunday, May 31, 2009… we’ll meet at the school at 10:00 a.m. and take walk through Chinatown to procure some of our ingredients; we’ll then return to the school for a hands-on cooking class followed by a lunch buffet. We should be finished by about 2:30 or 3, depending on how much talking we end up doing!

 The dishes we’ll prepare are inspired by some of my favorite meals enjoyed in the homes of family and friends during my most recent visit to Cebu, Manila, and Alcoy. I will be accompanied by my very talented, food-loving brother-in-law Benjie, whose family has so lovingly adopted me into their homes, and kitchen memories.

 Please reply by comment or email to me at nettomei@yahoo.com

If necessary, we can change the date… if there is a date/day/time that works better for you, let me know. I will confirm the date in next week’s class.

 Hope you can make it!

To purchase the book, please click: Memories of Philippine Kitchens: Stories and Recipes from Far and Near [MEMORIES OF PHILIPPINE KIT]

Not Chef’s Day Off (or, a Tale of Two Chefs)

Technically, yesterday – being Monday – was supposed to be a short, sweet post for Chef’s Day Off. As it turns out, yesterday was anything but that for me. I will spare you the boring details of my all-too-full day and skip to a tale of two chefs.

First, note that chefs are chefs, no matter where in the world they are. They work long days then proceed to celebrate (or salvage) these days with equally intense debauchery. A dear friend of mine is a chef in the Philippines, which puts him pretty much exactly on the opposite side of the planet and exactly 12 hours time difference from me, which makes for a perfect friendship when you keep strange late hours. The catch is that one of us is just getting started for the day while the other is just getting rolling for the night… that’s actually the fun part, and where my day began yesterday.

I was in my office in between projects, texting with my friend before getting on with my crazy day. He was finishing dinner at his restaurant with a group of friends, including a Kiwi wine collector from Los Angeles (nobody’s ever from just one place in this business). They had been enjoying what seemed like some pretty amazing wines including a Tamesis Pritchard Hill Cab  (from an exclusive area of Napa Valley) and Mollydooker’s “Carnival of Love” Shiraz from McLaren Vale, Australia, two wines I would have loved to try – especially with that crew. When I said as much (by text) my phone rang and I ended up talking with the enthusiastic Kiwi wine collector about everything from great Shiraz to various cult Pinots from California, to a point where I was craving a big fruity, spicy red to replace my morning coffee! If I can’t get back to the Philippines any sooner to enjoy one of those wine dinners, I will at least need to make a trip to LA sometime in the near future.

Fourteen hours later (yes, that’s how long my work day was!), it was my turn. Our event for the Philoctetes Foundation (mentioned in the previous post) was a great success so we celebrated with a few rounds of our new favorite house cocktail, “The Swedish Chef”, a Nils and Dave special – carbonated caraway vodka, clarified apple juice, cucumber juice, Dolan vermouth and elderflower liqueur. After a couple of these at the end of a long day, I could barely keep my eyes open. My friend, on the other hand was just finishing a morning swim and sent a “sweet dreams” from the other side of the world.

Road Trip (Part III) – Home again!

random-0111So happy we went out to the Island a day early – today was so wet and rainy and went by way too fast! I started the day with coffee in the rain on the beach. There was an oyster farm next door to our lodging, so I watched an old oyster-man clean cages and sort the contents while a boat loaded new cages to place back in the water. It was so peaceful.

Breakfast was at a 80+year old landmarked local diner, the Cutchogue Diner – I had the most delicious old-fashioned banana pancakes. A perfect breakfast before wine tasting! First stop, Paumanok Vineyards. We tasted 8 different wines, all quite lovely – the one I want to note is their Chenin Blanc. They are the only winery on Long Island making wine from this grape, as far as I know… Vouvray it is not, but it is intensely fruity and refreshing enough to drink all summer long. The 2007 is sold out and the 2008 is just coming available. Save some for me!


Next stop, Peconic Bay Winery. Again, the wines were very tasty. Especially the barrel sample of the ’07 Merlot we were treated to. Apparently ’07 is the vintage to look forward to. Peconic Bay has a great set up with high service standards, great snackies, and live music – would have liked to hang out longer to enjoy it, but we were moving on.


I should note, this day was hosted by the generous people at Mercer Cutlery for the chef instructors at FCI… it was a spectacular day that even rain could not dampen! OK, bypassing the bad pun – the highlight of the day was the beautiful lunch (paired with a great selection of wine) prepared for us by the talented chef/owners of the North Fork Table and Inn in Southold. Foie gras, truffle-crusted grouper, lamb with homemade smoked merguez & beluga lentils, and the most amazing dessert I’ve ever eaten (Claudia Flemming is a genius)… Creamy, sticky, gooey, but very grown-up Chocolate Caramel Tart with a delicately salted caramel ice cream.

What a way to end the perfect North Fork Wine Adventure Weekend!