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After pushing past a few roadblocks, the woman behind Crumbs & Whiskers has one more obstacle: health codes. By Emma Foehringer Merchant
Illustration by Britt Spencer

The announcement came last November in a tweet from 24-year-old University of Maryland grad Kanchan Singh: “GUYS. A cat cafe in DC. We’re making it happen!”

An onslaught of media interest followed. Everyone from DCist to the Washington Post wanted to know more. A cafe? With food? And cats? Riding the wave of attention, Singh launched a Kickstarter campaign to crowd-source the seed money for her business, Crumbs & Whiskers—where patrons could sip espresso while playing with cats up for adoption through the Washington Humane Society. When the online fundraising closed April 7, she had raised more than $35,000.

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Posted at 10:50 AM/ET, 05/11/2015 | Permalink | Comments ()
Fast food that's nothing like McDonald's. By Ann Limpert, Anna Spiegel
Cava founders (from far left) Ike Grigoropoulos, chef Dimitri Moshovitis, and Ted Xenohristos. Photograph courtesy of Cava.

Local “fast-casual” joints have investors lining up: Cava Grill recently raised $16 million, following Sweetgreen’s $18.5-million funding round, led by the likes of fast-casual pioneer Danny Meyer of Shake Shack. But can anyone tell us what fast-casual actually means? We asked area foodies.

The founder of Knightsbridge Restaurant Group, Ashok Bajaj. Photograph by Scott Suchman.

It’s customizable . . .

Ashok Bajaj, founder, Knightsbridge Restaurant Group:

“I don’t put McDonald’s and Wendy’s in this realm; it’s Chipotle and Sweetgreen: You come in, the food is prepared to your needs, take out or eat in.”

Sounds like: Taqueria Nacional, Beefsteak, &Pizza, Cava Grill, ShopHouse.

Daisuke Utagawa, who was raised in Tokyo where there are a lot of fast-casual spots to eat. Photograph by Farrah Skieky.

It’s quick but made from scratch . . .

Daisuke Utagawa, co-owner, Daikaya:

“I was raised in Tokyo, and a lot of Japanese eateries are fast-casual. Ramen is a great example—artisan food, but fast. A lot of young chefs want to do away with the formality and just serve good food.”

Sounds like: Toki Underground, Donburi, DGS Delicatessen, Tacos El Chilango, G by Mike Isabella.

Old Ebbitt Grill Executive Chef Sal Ferro. Photograph by Reynaldo Lopez/Under a Bushel Photography.

It suits everybody . . .

Sal Ferro, executive chef, Old Ebbitt Grill:

“I’d say it has a wide variety to choose from: sandwiches and burgers, salads, pastas, a nice piece of fish. A place where you can hold a business meeting or bring your family—including screaming babies.”

Sounds like: Bayou Bakery, Bub and Pop’s, Stoney’s, Breadline, Rocklands.

Anthony Lombardo, executive chef of the Hamilton. Photograph by by Scott Suchman.

It’s super-fast . . .

Anthony Lombardo, executive chef, the Hamilton:

“It’s counter service. Yoga pants and sneakers. And no need to tell me you have free wi-fi—I’m not going to be there long enough to connect.”

Sounds like: Pete’s New Haven Style Apizza, Good Stuff Eatery, District Taco, Amsterdam Falafelshop.

Posted at 11:00 AM/ET, 05/05/2015 | Permalink | Comments ()
The spiced European confections go from the grocery store to high-end pastry menus. By Ann Limpert
Photography by Scott Suchman.

It wasn’t too long ago that our Facebook newsfeeds began to be overtaken with status updates swooning over the wonders of Trader Joe’s “cookie butter.” The grocery chain’s decadent spread—a sweet paste with spicing reminiscent of gingerbread—may be modern, but the basis of the bestselling stuff is something that’s been popular, at least in Belgium, for decades: speculoos cookies. Now pastry chefs at restaurants of all levels—and even Ben & Jerry’s—are capitalizing on our appetite for the cinnamon-and-clove-scented confections. Let’s start with the humble end of the spectrum:

Ben & Jerry’s (area grocery stores) — The cookies hit the ice-cream aisle in the new Spectacular Speculoos, a vertically layered pint holding caramel and vanilla ice creams and cookie butter.

Et Voila! (5120 MacArthur Blvd., NW; 202-237-2300) — What Oreos are to kids in the States, speculoos are to children in Belgium—so it stands to reason the treats would crop up at this Flemish and French bistro, which serves ice cream made by infusing milk with the aromatic cookies.

Mintwood Place (1813 Columbia Rd., NW; 202-234-6732) — Crumbled speculoos take the place of traditional graham crackers for this rustic Adams Morgan restaurant’s Key-lime pie.

Blue Duck Tavern (1201 24th St., NW; 202-419-6755) — Pastry chef Naomi Gallego reimagines grandmotherly tea and cookies by pairing Earl Grey custard with speculoos and mandarin-orange sorbet.

Quill (1200 16th St., NW; 202-448-2300) — The Jefferson hotel’s swank cocktail lounge accents its tart lemon custard with caramel containing a dose of cookie paste.

This article appears in our April 2015 issue of Washingtonian.

Posted at 03:00 PM/ET, 03/24/2015 | Permalink | Comments ()
Food critic Todd Kliman mourns the eradication of a simple morning brew. By Todd Kliman
Photograph by Alexander Smushkov/iStock Photo

There are so many great and interesting developments in the world of food and drink these days. But that’s for another column. Give me a moment, now, to talk about one of the worst.

I hate how coffee is going the way of beer, in becoming more and more like wine.

Here’s what happened the last time I visited a place not named Dunkin’ Donuts or Starbucks.

Scanning the printed sheet of ten coffees, each accompanied by long, detailed tasting notes identifying the provenance of the beans and the particular “profile” of the brew, I asked the guy behind the counter for a little help.

A tight-laced sort with a mien more suited to puzzling over Wittgenstein than pouring coffee, he replied that I should instead tell him what I like in a coffee.

What I like in a coffee: a coffee that tastes like coffee.

“Dark, round, mellow, intense,” I said.

He chewed his lip—clearly this was a conundrum—and recommended “the closest thing we have.”

I read the description on the sheet, stopping when I got to the phrase “notes of citrus and cherry.”

“No citrus,” I said, joking that I didn’t care to mix my morning coffee with my OJ.

No laugh or smile, but oh, my goodness—the frown! It was as intense as the coffee wasn’t.

Look, I love the idea of not giving my money to a corporate multinational like Starbucks. But that’s not to say I want what so many indie coffee shops—including DC’s Wydown and Slipstream and others—seem intent on providing.

As if to position themselves as far as possible from the mainstream java behemoth, they’re turning a cup of joe into something it never was—something esoteric and precious, which, in the foodie world these days, means something more deserving of our close scrutiny and, therefore, worth our extra money.

In the past month, I drank one cup that put me in mind of a Belgian sour beer, one that tasted like a chai dashed with lemon, and one—strangest of all—that was like a cross between a cup of tea with milk and a Beaujolais on the verge of turning.

I know I’m not alone in my simple needs.

I mean, right? In the morning, we want our caffeine and we want it now, and we really don’t care to ruminate on what we’re drinking. As long as it’s full-bodied and strong. And when we want something to lift us out of our post-lunch lethargy, yes, of course we want something delicious, but it’s just as much about taking the time out to warm the hands, breathe in the hot steam, and luxuriate in the comforting taste of something rich and mellow.

There’s a time and a place for “notes of citrus and cherry”—and that time and place is summer on the patio with a nice crisp glass of rosé while the steaks cook.

This article appears in our March 2015 issue of Washingtonian.

Posted at 06:00 AM/ET, 03/03/2015 | Permalink | Comments ()
The post-crash economy has priced out innovation. By Todd Kliman
Photograph by Steve Bronstein/ Getty Images.

My friend stared down at the little bowl the waiter had set down in front of him. A single, stinting scoop of ice cream. No sauce, no cookie, not even a prettifying sprig of mint.

“Is this the palate cleanser?” he asked.

I had to keep from laughing at his expectation that something more substantive and exciting was still to come, a touching bit of naiveté that spoke to an age that now feels long past.

Not a simpler age—a grander, more exuberant one, when good restaurants understood that they needed to dazzle you at the finish and send you home smiling.

No longer. In our supposed golden age of Washington dining, the end of the meal is marked by $9 dishes that look like something you could whip up yourself—without a cookbook.

It’s confounding. Meals of elaborate technical excellence and imaginative daring now peter out in a procession of puddings, custards, and creams (or, increasingly, crémeux—which I guess is supposed to make the price feel less extortionary). You can begin a night out, as I did recently, with sweetbreads and Pinot Noir and end it with cookies and milk. Imagine someone changing the channel on you from Truffaut to Disney.

Perhaps my friend should have been grateful even to get that dollop of ice cream. Some restaurants, including the new Ocopa on H Street, Northeast, have done away with dessert altogether—a one-bite cookie comes gratis with your check.

Places that regard something sweet as the final act of the play still find ways to ruin a perfectly good meal. Witness the recent practice of turning pie into a cerebral deconstruction: the filling turned into a chilled slab of gel, the crust reduced to a dusty heap, dabs of cream all around. Or pulling the “for two” scam, in which a soul-satisfying item—the fruit crumble at Gypsy Soul, say, or the baked Alaska at DBGB—is sized a little larger than normal and given an inflated price.

What’s going on? If a nice dinner out is a three-act play, why are so many theaters content to mount a production that goes out with a whimper?

The answer is more economic than gastronomic.

In the post-crash economy, pastry chefs are no longer seen as essential employees but as pricey appendages.

“It’s not just saving the salary,” one restaurant owner told me. “It’s saving the space, too. To have a good pastry program, you need a designated area of the kitchen, you need a place to store the ingredients. The 10,000-square-foot restaurant has become the 7,000-square-foot restaurant. Everything’s smaller now. There isn’t the space.”

More and more, the task falls to chefs and line cooks who, lacking any background in baking, have contrived to fill their menus with simple, quick-fix solutions. Puddings, custards, panna cotta (an Italian term for what is essentially Jell-O made with cream) don’t require a lot of effort or expense; all can be made in the morning and stashed in the walk-in refrigerator.

Some restaurants have given up entirely. “More restaurants than you would think” are outsourcing their sweets to independent bakers, says Mark Bucher, who owns Medium Rare, with locations in Cleveland Park and Barracks Row. Bucher’s is among them. “You give them your recipes and they’ll make them for you. That way you can still say that they’re your desserts.”

He makes no apologies for outsourcing most of his sweets, pointing out the difficulty of delivering a streamlined meal of steak, fries, salad, and dessert—the only meal his restaurants serve—for $19.75. “The economics of the business—and I mean all of the business, not just dessert—are brutal right now,” Bucher says, adding that “most restaurateurs aren’t out consciously to gouge you. They’re trying to make the numbers work.”

The problem is that restaurateurs are unwilling to charge more than $30 an entrée. That number has held steady for years, the Maginot Line of the industry. Forced to look elsewhere, they’ve sought to recoup their escalating expenses by aggressively targeting the start of the meal, upping the prices of appetizers and “snacks,” cocktails, and glasses of wine. At some places, you’ll pay nearly as much for a six-ounce pour of Chardonnay as you would for a plate of chicken.

The question is why so many restaurateurs have opted not to jack up the prices of dessert, too.

“It’s just not worth it,” a successful owner told me, noting that the prices of dairy have gone up by as much as 150 percent in little more than a year. High-fat butter, a necessity for gourmet baking, sells for more than $4 a pound, double what it was in the summer of 2013. “A cocktail brings in twice as much money as a dessert, and it doesn’t hold up a table at the end of the meal. You have to turn the tables.”

Former Neighborhood Restaurant Group chef Tiffany MacIsaac plans to open her own bakery. Photograph by Scott Suchman.

There are holdouts, and the amateurishness and asceticism of the scene have only made them seem more glorious. Alex Levin at Osteria Morini, Naomi Gallego at Blue Duck Tavern, Tom Wellings at Fiola, Fiola Mare, and Casa Luca—all stage a rousing final act. A fitting one, too, reinforcing the level of detail and the lusty abundance of everything that has come before.

The king of the scene, Central Michel Richard, still produces ten desserts of extraordinary imagination and technical excellence, including its tour de force, Celebration Cake—a Trojan horse of a chocolate shell concealing sponge cake, fresh fruit, and whipped cream, capped off with a candle that blazes like a roadside flare.

Why is Central the anomaly and not the norm?

The average food cost for most restaurant desserts is 12 to 15 percent. At Central, according to one of the restaurant’s investors, the average is 30 to 35 percent. He told me that scaling back on desserts was never under consideration. Chef Richard began as a pastry chef, and sweets have long been his signature. To scale back at the finish would be to betray the restaurant’s identity.

Most nights, when making my rounds as a critic, I order dessert more out of a sense of duty than with an expectation of getting something exciting. Often, I’m tempted to do what my friend did when he discovered that his palate cleanser turned out to be his ice cream and go get a second dessert someplace else. That night, it was Georgetown’s Baked & Wired, the best of a burgeoning crop of bakeries in the city.

Baking, it turns out, is alive and well—just not in restaurant kitchens.

The biscuit company Mason Dixie recently found a home at Union Market; Frenchie’s is producing terrific breakfast pastries at the H Street, Northeast, farmers market and other outlets; District Doughnut has given DC a third gourmet doughnut shop; and the boutique bakery Rare Sweets just opened in CityCenterDC. And cupcakes continue to be baked by the thousands across the area at the many high-end “cupcakeries.”

“I keep hearing about the death of pastry, but pastry chefs are flourishing,” says Tiffany MacIsaac, who recently left the Neighborhood Restaurant Group to open her own project, Buttercream Bakery, a full-service sweet shop she hopes to launch next fall. Like Dominique Ansel, who left chef Daniel Boulud and birthed the Cronut, and Sherry Yard, who after nearly two decades with Wolfgang Puck ventured out on her own to make both sweets and savories for a national chain of restaurants and movie theaters, MacIsaac is gunning to become “a star and not the punctuation to the meal.”

Osteria Morini is one of a shrinking group of restaurants that send diners off with memorable sweets. Pastry chef Alex Levin’s desserts include caramelized banana mascarpone with chocolate crema. Photograph by Scott Suchman.

Another breakaway act is New York-based Christina Tosi, whose hotly awaited Milk Bar opens this year at CityCenterDC. Tosi didn’t break from her partner, chef David Chang—Milk Bar will be adjacent to his forthcoming restaurant and will prepare all of his menu’s desserts. But it will be a standalone venture, with its own staff and its own entrances and exits. If you’re hankering for a slice of her vaunted Crack Pie, you won’t have to sit down to a meal next door to have it. All you’ll have to do is walk up to the counter.

You might run into me in line, en route home from dinner cut short someplace else.

This article appears in the February 2015 issue of Washingtonian.

Posted at 12:51 PM/ET, 02/04/2015 | Permalink | Comments ()
A sweet trick to suck out your dining dollars. By Todd Kliman
You'll need a dinner date to try the $14 baked Alaska at DBGB. Photograph by Jeff Elkins.

Dessert in this town: oy.

Deconstructed pie (or “decomposed," as an addled server at Blue Duck Tavern explained one of the sweets on the menu to a friend of mine last year). Precious portions that are carried off without flair or exuberance. Sorbets everywhere.

Now comes an insidious little innovation called “dessert for two.”

Take the peach crisp at chef RJ Cooper’s new Gypsy Soul in Falls Church. It’s listed as “for two,” and charges accordingly ($14). Daniel Boulud’s DBGB launched last month in City Center with a baked Alaska, also for two and also charging accordingly: $14.

Nor is the trend limited to the splashy and cheffy. Jeff Black’s Pearl Dive, on 14th Street, has an apple pie for two. Founding Farmers, a kind of Bob’s Big Boy for the World Bank set, offers its chocolate mousse for two. At Kellari, the Greek fish emporium on K Street, the chocolate dessert—there’s one at every restaurant, always—is a trio of tastes, and it, too, is priced for two.

A couple things are going on here.

One is that the economy still isn’t great, food costs are high, and restaurateurs are loath to jack up the costs of their entrées. So what they do is, they pinch at either end of the menu.

That’s one reason appetizer costs are skyrocketing (I’ll talk more about this next week).

The final course of the night is an even more prime place to pinch.

Prices for desserts have remained steady in recent years, even as pastry chefs are becoming extinct in all but a handful of restaurants and the selection in most restaurants has become pitifully uncreative. (The only thing more annoying these days than hearing "Are you still working on that?" or "Let me tell you how the menu works" is seeing: "scoop of gelato or ice cream $9.")

“Dessert for two” is another low-cost gambit for turning a profit. Restaurateurs know that couples who go out to dinner tend to split a single dessert, so coming up with desserts for two is a shrewd way to squeeze more money from the cover.

Good for them, I guess. But do we really need two slices each of baked Alaska? Is a peach crisp really the kind of thing you want to eat an entire casserole dish of?

And even more to the point: do we really want to be made to feel that dessert, which should be all about joyous indulgence, is becoming little more than a cynical exercise in maximizing profit?

Posted at 10:30 AM/ET, 10/10/2014 | Permalink | Comments ()
Degrees at the Ritz-Carlton toys with the cult burger. By Anna Spiegel
Love ramen and burgers? Try them together, at last, in miniature form. Photograph courtesy of the Ritz-Carlton.

Move over, cronuts and attendant “doissant” knockoffs: Another food with a cult-like following is getting spun in DC. Degrees at the Ritz-Carlton Georgetown revamped its menu earlier this week, and now features ramen sliders. The original ramen burger from chef Keizo Shimamoto caused hours-long waits and crowds of thousands when it was served at food festivals in New York and Los Angeles, and has become the white whale of the meat-and-bun world.

The full-size original features a “ramen bun” made of fried noodles, which hugs a beef burger, scallions, arugula, and shoyu sauce. The miniature version from Ritz chef Quang Duong differs in size as well as toppings. Two petite patties arrive garnished with hoisin, Sriracha aïoli, lettuce, and tomato. The noodle bun (the essence of the ramen burger) is a similar makeup of bound ramen noodles, with each half getting a light sear for crunch. 

The soup-burger hybrid isn’t the only mashup—or en trend dish—on Quang’s new menu. Influenced by his Asian and French cooking background, you’ll find dishes such as a duck confit bánh mì and French onion soup dumplings—xiaolongbao (steamed buns) filled with soupe à l’oignon and topped with melted Gruyère and a brioche crouton. New cocktails also reflect popular trends. Ever had a shot of Fireball whiskey, one of the current “it” shooters of the college crowd? Well, now you can try the house-made (and, shall we say, handcrafted) version, wherein Maker’s Mark is infused with cinnamon and mixed into a Manhattan-like cocktail. I’ll take mine by the fire. 

Posted at 02:28 PM/ET, 11/08/2013 | Permalink | Comments ()
People are waiting hours for cronuts. How long would you queue for Washington’s best? By Anna Spiegel

This morning, Eater National posted a pretty insane picture of people standing in line for hours to buy the trademarked cronuts from Dominique Ansel bakery in New York City. The croissant-doughnut hybrids have been selling like, well, cronuts (who orders hotcakes anymore?), and the bakery now suggests lining up two hours prior to its 8 AM opening for a chance at the pastries. (Note: There’s a two-per-person limit.)

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Posted at 12:40 PM/ET, 07/03/2013 | Permalink | Comments ()
The holiday presents an excellent opportunity to try a new dim sum or hot-pot spot. By Jessica Voelker

Dan-dan noodles at Red Pearl in Columbia. Photograph by Scott Suchman.

Going out for Chinese on Christmas Day is a time-honored tradition among Jewish people, since Chinese restaurants almost always remain open on December 24 and 25. These days, a lot of other sorts of restaurants serve through the holidays (see our full roundup here), but since the Washington area’s best Chinese restaurants are fairly far-flung, the season presents the chance to travel to a new neighborhood. Inspired by a recent post on New York’s Grub Street blog, we thought we’d share eleven of Todd Kliman’s favorite Chinese restaurants in the area—all of which are open on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Enjoy.

Head to A & J Restaurant in Annandale and Rockville for Northern Chinese dim sum.

Dumplings are the star of the show at Rockville’s China Bistro, where the dough is made fresh several times each day.

There are two menus at China Jade in Rockville; ask for the other one.

Hong Kong Palace is the Falls Church spot for Szechuanese dishes.

High-quality ingredients elevate the Cantonese, Szechuan, Malaysian, and Burmese dishes at Jesse Wong’s Asean Bistro in Columbia.

Head to Michael’s Noodles in Rockville for Hainan chicken rice and pan-sautéed dumplings glazed with chili oil.

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Posted at 01:56 PM/ET, 12/20/2011 | Permalink | Comments ()
Chef Billy Klein serves up an homage to his favorite Chinese takeout. By Anna Spiegel

The dish in question: General Tso's Sweetbreads by Billy Klein. Photograph by Erik Uecke

The Washington Post reports that Great Wall Szechuan House on 14th Street is getting a makeover to become “something more than a take-out,” providing diners more seating room to sample chef Yuan Chen’s fiery Szechuan cooking. But some of Great Wall’s neighbors, among them chef Billy Klein of Café Saint-Ex, are addicted to the Chinese-American fare that the foodies pass over for the more “authentic” menu. In fact, Klein has ordered the same thing at least once a week for the past ten years: General Tso’s Chicken.

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Posted at 04:18 PM/ET, 11/30/2011 | Permalink | Comments ()