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Word of Mouth …
… I tend to think of Niwano Hana (887 Rockville Pike, Rockville; 301-294-0553) the way I do Vegas: a place of flash, more style than substance, but fun, lots of fun. You don't come to this Rockville Pike sushi house in search of austerity, elegance, simplicity or any of the other reverential adjectives that sushi afficionados generally look for in their restaurant experience.
Andy, the bowtied host and expediter of carry-out orders, sees to it that the place is a nightly party, welcoming regulars as if he were tending bar ("Hey, man!") and stumping like a car salesman on behalf of his favorite concoctions. Usually, it's a roll — something tricked-out to the point of comedic effect. One of the restaurant's most popular and enduring creations, after all, is a pyramidal arrangement of oversized maki from which a spicy, creamy mayo sauce spills down the sides, lava-like. A purist's nightmare, in other words.
But Niwano Hana is in possession of a serious side, too, as a recent visit drove home. Rolls are the mainstay of the operation, and a concoction called fan-fan, a special involving multiple cuts of fish, a generous dab of avocado and flying fish roe, didn't disappoint: it was as oversized and as over-the-top as the best rolls here are; it also provoked the same compulsive behavior from my group as a bag of fresh, salty chips does. The surprise is the stuff that can't be doused with a mayo-based sauce or dolled up with various caviars — the sushi and sashimi. The fish was of good quality, firm and remarkably well-preserved (it was a Saturday, and very few sushi restaurants bring in shipments over the weekend), and portioned in long, generous slices. The yellowtail had a smooth, buttery finish, while a special of giant scallop was sweet, juicy and luxuriously rich. …
… Driving by the Maryland Farms shopping center, in Beltsville, a few weeks ago, I did a double-take when I saw the sign: Maurya Kababs & Curries (11444 Cherry Hill Rd., Beltsville; 301-937-2690). I had to pull over and stop in. A couple of years ago, I ate at Maurya (then without the listing of dishes in the name), and was interested enough in the curries to give the place a second look. I returned a few months later, only to find it replaced by a Vietnamese restaurant.
The new place isn't the old place. Actually, it's next door to the old place, housed in a former Jerry's sub shop. Don't count on ambiance. Comfy booths have given way to prefab blonde wood tables and chairs, holdovers from the Jerry's days. Meals come on styrofoam. The walls, painted the color of a mint chutney, help a little, as do the traditional Indian tapestries.
As if to compensate for the loss of atmosphere, the kitchen aims to deliver a good deal. Main courses come with rice, a round of hot buttered naan, a cup of raita (the thin, tangy yogurt for cutting the heat of the curries) and a cup of the creamy rice pudding rasmali, for dessert. Included with the check for dinner for two this visit were a mini-Butterfinger and a mini-Crunch bar.
Given all these accoutrements, an appetizer is hardly necessary, but you'd be missing out if you didn't order the samosas; the crispy, flaky crust conceals an assertively spiced curry of cubed potatoes. The curries, likewise, are not cautious when it comes to seasoning, and boast surprisingly tender meats — as do the karahis, the fiery Pakistani border dish, prepared in a wok-like vessel and shot through with chilis, ginger and garlic. Too bad that oil separation sets in not long after they cool; what starts out tasting like slow food comes to eat like fast food. …
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Not anymore, no.
There used to be Maxim, but Maxim is gone, long gone.
I'd love to see some young turk of a chef give a Russian restaurant a go. in particular, a Georgian-style restaurant. Wouldn't that be great?
On the other hand, there is a Russian grocery store, called Russian Gourmet — www.russiangourmet.com — with locations in Herndon, McLean and Rockville. Canned goods, caviars, salamis, plus things like piroshkys and freshly made eggplant salad.
Ruin your palate? With one meal? That the kind of thing they teach you in La-La Land?
Taste of Jerusalem is good. Amazing? No. And not trying to be. But a comfy place, and a pretty place, too. With a lot of solidly prepared food. Go.
Huh? What are you saying?
Actually, if it's Cafe du Parc, on 14th and Pennsylvania, you could do either.
The restaurant made our recent 100 Best list, and fills a number of needs — not least, the need for a good, well-positioned spot in the city for light meals and breakfasts. Good pastries, good breads, plus a number of brunch-y type options, prepared with a light, Frenchified touch. Not to mention good coffee and fresh OJ.
If you don't opt for a picnic, see if you can snag one of the umbrella'ed, wrought-iron seats outdoors — a little touch of Cafe Society, only with on-the-go, workaholic Washingtonians to people-watch instead of strolling, easeful Parisians.
Nice! I'm glad the reco turned out all right. I think it's a really good spot for a moderately-priced romantic night out, ideal if you can't afford Citronelle but want something cozier and more memorable than, say, a kabob house.
As for Portland … I've got two suggestions: Noble Rot, a wine bar with a legendary onion tart, and Fife, where every ingredient on the menu comes right from Oregon.
I'd love to hear what you're liking these days in Philly. I'm still saddened by the loss of Tony Jr.'s — best cheesesteak I ever ate.
Central and Westend Bistro, I think, are both terrific picks — much more terrific than Il Mulino, and I'm guessing you'd come out of either with more money in your pocket, too.
How terrific? We ranked the 100 Best restaurants this year, and Central came in at No. 10, Westend at No. 16.
If it were me, I'd probably go with Central. Eric Ripert, the Le Bernardin chef who is the force behind Westend, is opening a similar (but not exact) bistro in Philly next year.
The best option is Vermilion, on King St., which I think has one of the best brunches around — although I hasten to add, it's best thought of as a brunch for those with an open mind toward brunch. Those who don't mind seeing traditional things jazzed up and reinterpreted, and who aren't going to slam down the menu when they don't see things like waffles.
The setting is funky and cozy, the service is excellent, and the cocktails list is fun and imaginative — there's a good and spicy Bloody Mary and a go-down-smooth concoction called Gin Sin with lots of mint, lots of soda, and the titular booze.
Speaking of brunch … The rest of you be sure to check back on the site this afternoon (around 3 or 4, would be my guess), when a Best Bites Blog roundup of what local restaurants are doing for brunch will go live.
Where will one go? One will go to Baltimore.
It's been a while since I did any real, serious exploration of Little Italy, but I've always liked Sabatino's. Worth it to go just for the house dressing and the desserts. But I also like the atmosphere, the texture of the place. The faces in the dining room, the faces serving you, the accents all around — it's as if a room full of Mel Kiper, Jr.'s, were all chowing down on pasta and Chianti.
Seriously, if you think the scene in DC is boring now, you should have been here ten, fifteen years ago.
But I think you can feel pretty free to explore.
Just know that two people — my sister-in-law and a reader of this chat — have disagreed with me about the swordfish, which I love. I love it because it's not a thick, overcooked steak, the way swordfish always is. It's pink in the center. The meat is sweet. Sweet and salty, thanks to a smart overseasoning of the exterior. And the carrot-lemongrass puree and the delicate and fragrant microgreens are such good dance partners for the fish.
Ah, well, to each his own.
It's a party. Great vibe, lots of fun.
Just know this, going in: You're going to be ordering about 35-40 dishes, if you stick to small plates. That's a lot of ordering.
If I were you, I'd avoid the tiraditos and ceviches (difficult to divide among a big crowd, and those two dishes can jack up the bill in a hurry) and load up on the dumplings, the arepas, the empanadas, the won ton tacos, and the Thai-style lettuce wraps.
There are big plates, too, like short ribs and grilled pork loin, and you might need to order a few of those to go around, just so you don't go crazy ordering so many dishes. I don't think they're as fun or as gratifying, personally, as the small plates.
Thanks. Taw's is one of my absolute favorite spots in the area.
It's funny. Every year after the 100 Best Restaurants issue comes out, I try to tell people — restaurant insiders, agitated readers, all those who think we're operating with some kind of agenda — that the list is not a personal matter. Thai X-ing proves that. It's not on there, not one of the 100. Now, technically, sure — it's not a restaurant. But it's a place to get food. Really wonderful food.
In my personal black book, of spots that I think about most and return to time and again, Thai X-ing has a special place.
You asked about any others like it. There's nothing like it. Although Pyramid was pretty close — that's the now-defunct Moroccan place that was, coincidentally, a short hop and skip away from Thai X-ing. The owner and cook, Khadija Banoulas, served a wonderful version of bistilla. If you never made it there, you missed something. I'm really hoping she stays in town and opens a new location in another part of the city.
The one thing you didn't mention, Rockville, was writing.
And that's hugely important. To write and write and write. And then write some more. About any and everything that interests him.
And learn to rewrite. And rewrite and rewrite and rewrite. And then push himself to start publishing the writing that's been rewritten.
Above all, I think, he needs to learn to think of himself as a writer, first, and a food writer second — as odd as that might sound.
There are an awful lot of people out there who are deeply knowledgeable about food and eat widely and travel widely — just take a look at the various food boards around the area and around the country. (Or just take a look at my mail!) But those things, important as they are, don't make you a food writer, don't get you hired by publications.
And it's not just Fiamma. It's everywhere. It's here, too.
What's just as bad, is that many restaurants that open with a flourish like that don't stop there — with raising the prices. They scale back all around. They drop staff. They cut corners on dishes. Etc., etc.
I love the idea of a dining group. Terrific idea.
I think Poste would be a really smart choice for the gang.
Hotel Monaco, right across from the Verizon Center metro stop. Not exorbitant, good and imaginative food, and a fun, hopping atmosphere.
If you do go, let us know how things turned out.
But really, there's no comparison with Taw's place — a guy working out of a basement kitchen, with no tables and chairs, and a tiny waiting room filled with spiritual texts and killer aromas.
I can almost taste that salmon poached in red curry right now …
Eat well and be well, everyone, and let's do it again next week at 11.