Tuesday, January 7 at 11 AM

Where can you get a three-star experience at one-star prices? Which hot new restaurant merits the scorching hype? The answer to all these questions and more can be found Tuesdays at 11 AM on Kliman Online.

Where can you get a three-star experience at one-star prices? Which hot new restaurant merits the scorching hype? The answer to all these questions and more can be found Tuesdays at 11 AM on Kliman Online.

From scoping out scruffy holes in the wall to weighing the merits of four-star wanna-bes, from scouring the ‘burbs and exurbs to hitting the city’s streets, Todd Kliman covers a lot of territory.

Winner of a James Beard Foundation Award in 2005 for the country’s best newspaper column about food, Kliman is food and wine editor and restaurant critic for The Washingtonian. His writing has appeared in The New Yorker, Harper’sThe Oxford American, Lucky Peach, The Daily Beast and Men’s Health, among others, and he has been selected four times for inclusion in the Best Food Writing anthologies. He was a finalist for the MFK Fisher Distinguished Writing Award, and recently took home first-place honors for feature writing from the Association of Food Journalists.

Kliman is the author of The Wild Vine, a literary exploration of two entwined mysteries: an obscure grape that rose to prominence, only to disappear, and its present-day evangelist, a foul-mouthed transgendered multi-millionaire vintner on an obsessive quest to restore the legend of an antebellum southern doctor.

He previously taught writing and literature at American University and Howard University. At Howard, he was also the editorial advisor to The Illtop Journal, Chris Rock’s humor magazine modeled after the Harvard Lampoon.

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Shoo-fly Diner, Baltimore
The high-falutin diner is not an easy idea to pull off. The tendency among pedigreed chefs is to fancify, to nudge the diner to go against its humble nature — witness the curried frogs legs with  watermelon radishes that turned up on the menu one night at Family Meal in Frederick last year, or the starchy service and air of restraint that make a meal at The Majestic feel more formal than fun. This one — from Spike Gjerde and Amy Gjerde, who also own and operate Woodberry Kitchen and Artifact — gets it right. Not a little money was spent on restoring the one-time shoe store, but sitting in the comfy dining room or at the downstairs lunch counter you are not made to stand in awe of what money can buy, casting your eye over the detail work as if it were a Renaissance fresco. You’re invited to settle in. A recent review in the Baltimore Sun criticized the menu, which doubles as a placemat, for not making sense. I find it to be a charming homage to the soda fountains and diners of old, and a friend and I enjoyed poring over its details (and game-planning our final courses among a slew of options) in the time between placing my order and diving into dinner. The night I was in, the lone dish with fine-dining pretensions was the chicken and dumplings, but I appreciated how grounded it was for something so refined; I could also appreciate its pricetag ($13 for a good-sized bowl; and among the 10 dishes we ordered this night, it was the most expensive). Its best feature was its broth, which showed the sort of deep, foundational work that Spike Gjerde insists upon. A slight saltiness was evident by the end, when it had cooled, but it was not hard to miss how good the stock is; a single spoonful, and I was thinking of bones slow-roasting in the oven before being dropped in a stockpot. The burger is not obviously special — nothing extra in the patty, and no unexpected embellishments. What makes it good is that the meat is rich without being fatty, and that the kitchen has found a way to reprise the smell and taste of the old-time flat-top burgers with their distinctive outer crust. The egg salad sandwich, on the other hand, is obviously special — the creation, unmistakably, of someone who adores egg salad sandwiches. This one’s served open-faced on a long, thick slice of bread; picture a French bread pizza. The star ingredient is not over mayo-ed, nor presented too finely or too coarsely, and is topped with some of the lightest homemade potato chips I’ve ever eaten, along with a scattering of shaved radishes and microgreens. The bread is worthy of top billing. It’s homemade, as are all the baked goods at Woodberry Kitchen and Artifact. In fact, from the jelly for the excellent biscuit to the soft-serve ice cream (which comes in two varieties at the moment, cream and cafe au lait), everything you eat here is made from scratch. Gjerde also only serves meat that his staff has butchered, and is fanatical in procuring a local source for his products (an Asian-style noodle salad on the menu at Artifact featured Maryland peanuts). As at Woodberry, almost as much thought has gone into the drinks as the eats. There’s a neat twist on a black Russian, which is served in a cup and saucer and goes down like a boozed-up espresso. The soft-serve is repurposed for a homemade milk shake featuring an oatmeal stout that went down far too fast for something so subtle and complex. A slushie made with 101-proof bourbon and fresh pear cider went down even faster. My complains this night were few — quibbles more than criticisms. Creamed collards is a great idea, but they clotted after a few minutes at the table, and the dish only really came into focus with a few splashes of chef Gjerde’s fish pepper sauce, which sits out on the table the way a bottle of Heinz does at a conventional diner. I would have liked more crispiness from the otherwise tasty Buffalo oysters (a twist on Buffalo wings). Most restaurants that serve pies, serve them too cold; the chocolate chiffon, here, is better than most in that regard — it had only a chill — but it would have been a lot better at room temperature. And the crust was too hard to penetrate with a fork. I cannot quibble, however, with its silken interior, which showcases one of the best versions of dark chocolate mousse I have eaten anywhere, pie or no. The perfect ending, this night, was the Tollhouse cookie, which came to the table still warm, as if snatched from the cookie sheet the moment it was done. A cold glass of milk alongside it would have been nice. But I’m not complaining.

Kogiya, Annandale
The new king of Koreatown. This is the best Korean barbecue out there right now, served up by a slew of young, t-shirted staffers in a rollicking, industrial setting. Go for the marinated pork ribs.

Bangkok Golden, Falls Church
I was tempted to say this a while back, but didn’t. I will now, after a recent knockout visit: I’d rather go here, for the Lao menu, than Little Serow. The range of tastes is vast, and every plate is alive with flavor — bright and pungent and smoky and funky. Not to mention crunch and heat. Not to mention a shorter wait and a lighter bill (my recent meal of four dishes and a beer, pre-tax: $43).

Rose’s Luxury, DC
I love the crackle in the room when you walk in. I’m not talking about mere noise; lots of restaurants have noise. I’m not even talking about buzz, that sense that a new place is hot. This one has an energy that is unmistakable, a sense that you have entered a kind of rare and cherished zone where the enthusiasm of the kitchen and the staff is returned in kind by the diners, who all seem to walk out the door with smiles on their faces. It’s not hard to understand why. Rose’s Luxury has an old-school vibe, and a sort of making-it-up-as-we-go-along feel, from the homey, unassuming way the menu bids you to settle in and order to the dinner party-run-amok vibe to the yahrzeit-look-alike votives to the beer glasses that are sawed-off wine bottles. The chef, Aaron Silverman, logged stints in such high-profile kitchens as Momofuku in New York and Husk and McCrady’s in Charleston, and you don’t have to look hard to see elements of each of these places in the room and on the plate. Like his mentors David Chang and Sean Brock, he aims to bring off a marriage of extreme playfulness and extreme precision. The bulk of the menu consists of a dozen small plates in which Silverman sets out to cross the wires, compositionally speaking, and see what happens. A pate is a braiding of French, Italian (garlic bread are the toasts), Vietnamese (the rich, crushed-peanut topped spread brims with star anise), and I want to say Jewish (the brine for the jalapenos, onions and cukes that add crunch and tang tastes deli to me). It’s seamlessly done, and highly addictive. He crosses high and low in a soup that tastes at once like liquefied popcorn and a delicate lobster veloute (the sweetness calls out for some sort of counterbalancing ingredient, or more lobster). It’s not all derring-do. His gnocchi are more properly a kind of ravioli, stuffed with fennel and mint, sauced with not-too-much butter and topped with a generous scattering of crunchy toasted breadcrumbs. You’d be hard put to find five better pasta dishes in town right now. The final course is a page not out of Momofuku or Husk or McCrady’s, but out of Komi — share plates for two. In one, you lay luscious slices of perfectly smoked brisket on griddled Texas toast, add on tangy strands of pickled cabbage and smear the whole thing with a fluffy horseradish cream. The other is built around a beautifully brined pork chop — sweet and aromatic and rich as the best pork can be — with potlikker beans and a textbook red-eye gravy. The final act needs re-staging. The lack of a pastry chef doesn’t help, nor does the tendency to over-think and over-embellish. Quenelles of chocolate cream sprinkled with dried rose petals and intended for spreading on slices of charred bread feels twee, not interesting, and hardly satisfies. More of the sink-in simplicity of the share courses would go a long way. Still, this is one of the most exciting debuts of the year. I’d even go so far as to say it’s one of the most exciting debuts of the past three years.

Khan Kabob, Chantilly
The best karahi I’ve had in ages, maybe ever, is a version here made with lamb brains. The brains, for the leery, resemble tiny curds, and the sauce of garlic, ginger, cilantro, tomato and chilis is so concentrated, and so smoky, that even after you’ve had your fill it’s difficult to stop dipping your torn naan into the hammered metal vessel. Tariq Khan, the owner, was for many years part of the Ravi Kabob empire; he’s created a worthy rival.

Yia Yia’s Kitchen, Beltsville
If you want to see what a gyro can be, order the pork. It’s sliced from a conical spit, and the meat is so dark you’d think it was charred. That’s the effect of slow cooking, of melting fat, herbs and spices coming together to form a kind of bark. The meat is luscious, like that of a great spare rib, and you can pick up notes of fresh oregano and cinnamon. It’s enfolded by a thick, griddled pita, into which the cooks stuff fistfuls of hot fries, along with tzaziki, chopped onions and tomato. The rest of the menu is rewarding, too — pork chops with long-cooked green beans, onions and tomatoes; a good pastitsio; and a strapping mound of lamb bolognese.



Anybody get good cooking tools/books for the holidays?

I’ll go first–Gramercy Tavern cookbook, deep-fat fryer. Just cooked up a batch of adobo fried chicken from “Smoke and Pickles” by Edward Lee.

Weather this cold allows for exceptions to New Year’s Resolutions. Had a great holiday dinner at Range–service outstanding, Marco was our server, complimentary champagne for our anniversary, only disappointment was the lack of the beef heart dish I enjoyed previously. We made do with marrow bones.

Todd Kliman

Good to hear about Range. And good going, Marco.

(I like giving props, here, to great servers. A good and generous thing to do, and it’s such a hard job that any bit of praise has got to feel good.)

I have that Edward Lee book, too — haven’t made anything from it yet. Looks interesting.

Among the toys I received were a watch-like thingie that goes around a wine bottle and tells you the temperature — I kind of like it more on my wrist — and a ceramic paring knife that I haven’t tried out yet.

Let’s keep this going. Who’s next?

And thank you all for joining me on this brutally cold day. What sorts of dishes and foods do you gravitate to in weather like this? Soup, obviously, is one for many of us — but any kinds in particular? What really warms the bones for you?

It’s good to be back chatting with you in the new year!


Last chat you asked for funny holiday dinner stories. Here’s mine:

Back in the old days, I was at my sister’s house for the family meal. My sister, who we nick-named “Princess Grace,” placed the canned cranberry sauce on a plate, sliced it, and then picked it up and turned to hand it to another family member.

You can pretty much guess what happened – while the plate moved, the cranberry sauce did not. Think of the roadrunner going over the cliff, and pausing for a few seconds before plummeting to the ground. The cranberry sauce seemingly held up a sign that said, “YIKES!” before landing with a splat on the floor.

Next year is the 40th anniversary of “the cranberry sauce incident.” We plan to mark the occasion with a framed plaque.

Todd Kliman

That’s what families are for.

Endless, merciless ribbing. Never letting you forget you at your worst.

But love. Lots of love …

Thanks for the story.

Who else has one?

Anything from this year?


Hey Todd,

Here is a report on recent visits to two of the hotter new places in DC, Daikaya and Rose’s Luxury.

Daikaya was, well, fine. We got a bunch of dishes, but — with the exception of the decadent but balanced pork belly skewers — nothing in the holy cow territory. Crab croquettes, octopus ceviche, pickled vegetables, chicken liver skewers, turkey leg were all competent but not beyond that. Also the cocktails were watery and not as clever or interesting as they are apparently meant to be. Our waiter was charming and enthusiastic and the decor was cool and the place has a fun vibe, but as for what was on the plate I’d definitely return to Izakaya Seki rather than here.

But Rose’s Luxury — wow. Great to experience something that lives up to the hype.

I arrived at 5:00 to beat the rush and was seated immediately even though my companions were not there by the hostess, who — like the female servers — was rocking the hipster-retro look. Just about every dish was memorable, especially the lychee/pork/peanut salad, which was a perfect mix of fat, fruit, and crunch; the outrageously buttery popcorn soup (not for everyone but I couldn’t get enough); the equally absurd in a good way foie gras cinnamon french toast dessert; the melt-in-your-mouth potato bread; and the best damn brisket I’ve had in this city by a mile (leaving Hill Country in the dust).

The drinks were also dazzling — a cocktail with egg white foam on top might turn me into a whiskey convert — and the bartender even sent a freebie my way. I can’t wait to go back; I just hope they maintain the quality. Taking reservations would also be nice.

Todd Kliman

Rose’s Luxury: the restaurant nobody can say anything bad about.

Well, ok, I did — about the desserts — but otherwise there’s not much to bitch about, is there? All in all, the response, both among critics and the people, has been overwhelmingly positive. And nobody seems to begrudge the place, a rare thing in a food scene in a big city like this.

You’re so right about that brisket. As I’ve said, it’s the best barbecue in the city right now.

Actually, a big ol’ mess of that, with the whipped horseradish cream and the griddled Texas toast, would be pretty wonderful on a day like today, wouldn’t it?

Thanks for writing in …


One concern about Iron Gate. Took 3 hrs to do 6 courses. too much time between courses. If meal is going to be three hours then should be more than 6 courses or keep the 6 courses but try to get it all in within 2 hours.

As for the food, it was spot on and never had egg with fish before and thought it was a homerun dish.

Todd Kliman

Thanks for this.

I’ve been twice, now, and unfortunately have not experienced the spot-on you’re talking about.

I have experienced the long lags between courses.

And gulag-like frigidity in the handsomely restored dining room; the bar area, up front, has been a comparatively more companionable “cool.”

I’m waiting for the moments of pop in Tony Chittum’s cooking. The vast majority of dishes I’ve tried have been unexpectedly wan.

One of the plates I was most eager to dive into was a platter of rotisserie lamb with condiments — an obvious rip-off from the family-style final course at Komi. The lamb parts were good (some delicious), but the skin, when it cooled a little, put me in mind of Liquid Smoke. None of the condiments sang out or in any way enhanced the eating of the meat.

Little things are tripping up the kitchen. Oversalting. Undercooking of pasta. A server, one night, who didn’t have a command of the menu.

I will say, however, that the cocktails they’re putting out, right now, are some of the best I’ve had in the past 12 months. Inventive, interesting, with a smoothness and balance and depth that you don’t often see.


Thanks for recommending Central as a spot for a holiday lunch.

Seven of us enjoyed a variety of delicious dishes, including the famous lobster burger. Service was excellent as well despite a very busy restaurant. As a bonus, the restaurant’s namesake was in the dining room, and he kindly agreed to take a picture with us. A great memory.

The holiday period presented plenty of time for some great food. I managed to eat at Ovvio Osteria twice for lunch and once for dinner (very disappointed to see the chef depart), G Sandwich, Kogiya, and Del Campo. We had great meals at each restaurant, and they easily made my list of places to recommend.

Happy New Year!

Todd Kliman

I’m really glad to hear that it worked out so well for all of you.

Thanks for returning with a report …

This is a great time to go to Central, with so many other places opening every week, all of them vying to be the hot new thing. Hit a couple of them, and then pop into Central, just as a point of comparison. It’s easy to take that effortlessness for granted. That inventiveness, and flair for the dramatic. How many places in the city are as fun, and as consistent?

And Kogiya — I just want to say to everyone reading along who has not gone: You may have had Korean barbecue in this area before. But you have not had this.

Kogiya is Korean barbecue the way you always hope it’s going to be. Korean barbecue rethought and presented with more imagination and care.

Better meats, more flavorfully handled.

And the mandu and seafood pancake are excellent, too. Go.



I absolutely loved loved loved it…the food, ambiance, vibe, service…really incredible. It’s been a LONG time since I’ve had so much fun out to eat. And this was with a 1 hour 45 minute wait, and we got there at 6:15 pm on a Fri. night. It was worth the wait.

You highlighted a bunch of items that I tried in your synopsis on where you are eating now. Service was so good, that by the time our main course of brisket came, I was already done with my wine. But, i was hesitant to order another full glass of wine since I already had quite a few drinks during the long wait. Our gracious waitress said that I must have a splash of wine w/ that brisket, so she poured me just enough so I could finish the meal..no charge. That kind of service goes a long long way in my book.

So, while I love Roses, I saw how you compared Rose’s main course to Komi’s, and we actually did the same, but not w/ the same angle as you. This might be my only greivance with both places.

I feel like everything up to the main course is exciting, unique, and just beyond delicious, but the main course is rather lackluster? The brisket was really solid but dare I say just a little bit of a bore compared to everything else? I’ve felt the same way with Komi’s main course of the Pig/Goat. Solid courses but missing the umphh factor? I want to end with a bang. Thoughts?

Happy New Year!!!

Todd Kliman

Well, with one difference. At Komi, you’re obliged to have the final course, because you’re locked into a tasting menu. At Rose’s, you can skip it altogether — next time you go, just end with the pork and lychee salad, or a pasta course, or whatever.

I can only tell you about my own experience — in other words, I didn’t eat the same brisket you ate — but I the dish I had was fantastic. Luscious, smoky, and elevated further by being tucked inside a piece of griddled Texas toast and slathered with horseradish cream.
More important, it’s of a piece with the entire program of the restaurant.

A lot of restaurants these days feel like a collection of dishes. Sometimes good dishes, sometimes not-so-good. But a collection of dishes, even if good, is still a collection. A place like this lacks a certain coherence. It doesn’t all add up.

Rose’s is a mix of hipster and haimish.
You see it in the design, in the vibe, in the look and give-and-take of the staff. The haimishness is what keeps the hipster-ness in check, and what makes it feel different from so many other trendy, ambitious places that open.

And a brisket share-course is a part of that, a big part.


2 kitchen implements I’m excited to try and use that I got for Christmas- a Vitamix blender and an indoor electronic smoker gun, with 2 wood “flavorings” (we have no outdoor space, unfortunately).

I’m thinking maybe a smoked ingredient or two for a soup?

Todd Kliman

Good luck with the gun.

I’m hoping the whole smoke-in-everything thing is finally in our rear view mirror.

Any other trends you’re eager to see die a sudden death?

Talking about gadgets and gizmos reminds me — I have a food dehydrater I got as a present a while ago and have still not opened. Anyone out there have one? What sorts of ways do you put it to good and interesting use?


Whatever happened to the chatter looking to have their goose cooked?

Todd Kliman

Yeah, I’d like to know myself.

Are you out there, goose-seeker?

We’d like to know how things turned out. Did you, in fact, get your goose cooked?


A couple of quick notes from New Year’s Eve/Day in Baltimore.

The bad news first: we hit Shoo-Fly for their NYD breakfast and found it to be … fine. Loved the space, loved the kid-friendliness, liked the coffee and beignets, and had a few dishes that were very good, but as a whole the meal left us all slightly underwhelmed. If it had just been a random neighborhood place I think we would’ve enjoyed it, but knowing it was part of the Woodberry Kitchen family jacked expectations up astronomically.

NYE dinner, on the other hand, had the opposite result. We went to Maggie’s Farm (in the old Chameleon Cafe space on Harford road) without any real expectations and had a meal where nothing was less than very good, and a few dishes were genuinely exceptional.

The exceptional list included: a truly amazing choucroute, with perfect sauerkraut that managed to be both tender and substantial, little house-made white sausages and crispy pork belly; a Hoppin’ John elevated by the addition of braised rabbit (get it? hoppin’?); dry-aged culotte steak with schmaltz-cooked frites; and a liver-mousse crostini with bacon jam from the charcuterie plate.

Oh, and all of the house-made ice creams, which were simultaneously light, chewy, and delicious. And the perfect apple pie, topped with salted caramel. Even the cocktails, which looked potentially over-ambitious and fussy on the menu, turned out to be well-balanced and terrifically executed — especially notable were two bourbon drinks, one with ginger syrup and Sixpoint Resin; the other with maple syrup, cinnamon-clove tincture, and punt e mes.

An all around excellent experience, and — based on this visit, at least — a completely viable alternative if you’re going to be in Baltimore and can’t get reservations at Woodberry.

Todd Kliman

Interesting to hear. Thanks.

I caught this Rocco DiSpirito thing a few weeks ago, where he goes to a flailing restaurant and divides the place in half, and they try out a new concept on one side and the existing concept on the other.

Tres gimmicky, but the point is the place, as presented by the producers (I hasten to add that phrase because TV “reality” is never reality), looked like a disaster.

It’s nice to hear they have either turned things around, or made some course corrections that were not so urgently needed as the TV people made them appear.

As for Shoo-fly Diner — it’s interesting that you say your expectations were
jacked up astronomically because of Woodberry Kitchen.

I like Woodberry a lot. But it’s not the kind of restaurant that would jack up my expectations astronomically for whatever ventures came next. It’s a total experience kind of place, not a place where any one thing really stands out. I don’t ever find myself saying: I have to get back to Woodberry to eat ——-. What lingers, with me, is — everything. All the various elements, in concert.

A place that would jack up my expectations astronomically would be a place like the late Citronelle.



Went to Trattoria Villagio in downtown Clifton, VA a few days before Christmas for dinner. It was just me. I was impressed and it takes alot for any restaurant to impress me.

Staff is mostly young high school and college kids and very well trained. They have fresh hot bread and dont serve butter with it like any good Italian restaurant should. They have an above average selection of wines by the glass.

I had the fried calamari as appetizer and it was probably some of best I ever had. It was still great the next day for lunch and the calamari was not soggy for too much breading and bad frying.

I also had their Tagteille Bolognese and it beat any Italian restaurant in NYC, Philly, Boston and DC. They also have a great vanilla gelato.

I travel to Italy a few times a year on business and have tried many of the best Italian restaurants in the country and this little place in Clifton beats anything Mario or Fabio what his name have. Its in my top three. Cooking and service is superior to Trummers across the street. Not bad for a place that had only been open for about a month. I be back with the rest of the family.

Clifton, Va

Todd Kliman

Nice report, Clifton.

But somehow I doubt that you’re a reliable narrator, here.

We shall see, I guess, shan’t we? …



It’s that time again for Winter Restaurant Week. Have you had a chance to look at the participating restaurants and menus? Do you think there is anything on there that is a DC dining value?

Vidalia’s participation caught my eye. Or should we all just save our $35.14 and apply it to a better non-RW menu elsewhere? I also recognize it might be too late to get a prime reservation too.

Todd Kliman

If you’re a fairly regular restaurant-goer — and I’m guessing you are, if you’re taking part in this chat — then I’d pass on RW dinner altogether.

I just don’t think $35 is much of a deal. Add in a glass of wine or a cocktail, tax, and tip, and you’re looking at $66 per person — $132 for dinner for two.

Lunch, however, is worth looking into.

And if you look at Vidalia’s lunch menu, you’ll see what a smart restaurant does — it makes available everything on the standard menu, from appetizers to entrees to all eight desserts.

$20.14 for three courses like this, in a setting like this, with a staff like this, with (not least) a bread basket like this, is indisputably a deal.


I have a big pot of my locally famous matzoh ball soup going right now. It’s the one thing that makes me feel warm and cozy no matter what! I actually learned how to make chicken stock from Roberto Donna when he used to have those cooking classes at his house. Those were so awesome!

So we have a huge debate ongoing in my extended family about soft vs. hard matzoh balls. We like a firm core and I can’t seem to make them all soft and squishy all the way through anyway. Does anyone else else debate this or is everyone devoted to the soft matzoh ball?

Todd Kliman

Yes, people do debate this.

But it’s pretty much like the lox debate: nova vs. belly. Almost nobody likes belly (too salty, they say), and it’s hard to find anymore.

Most people prefer soft, or, in the (I think) official terminology — sinkers vs. floaters.

I prefer floaters.

I’ve had good sinkers. But most sinkers I’ve had have not been good. And unfortunately they tend to stay with you a while.


I got a potato ricer and wow, I didn’t know you could make mashed potatoes that fluffy and smooth.

I was going to make potato puree, but it is one pound of butter for every two pounds of potatoes. Yikes!

Todd Kliman

You didn’t know?

Go and look up the recipe for chef Joel Robuchon’s potatoes. I think it’s a 1:1 ratio.

I love my ricer.

Granted, I use it maybe twice a year, and it takes up a lot of space in the cabinet, shaped the way it is. But it’s nice to have when you need it.

Anybody find any other uses for it?


My good friend is in DC after 10 years and I would like to take him out for dinner. I am looking for a reasonably priced and not too loud restaurant that can be fun..we are hoping to see each other tonight.

Any place you recommend where we don’t need a reservation? since it’s too cold out we may be lucky

Todd Kliman

How about The Red Hen?

Here’s my review, from earlier this year:


At the time — the review appeared in September — I called it the debut of the year. Rose’s Luxury came along and snatched that title away, but I remain high on the place. A lot of AIMs (ambitious, independent, mid-level restaurants) could learn a lot from The Red Hen.


I also got one for Christmas (last year, I think?).

So far I’ve made apple chips (eh) and beef jerky twice (fun) but haven’t spent a lot of time with it.

Todd Kliman

Yeah, that’s kind of what I figured.

Mmm, chips and jerky …

I was thinking that eventually I would haul it out and put in beets and turn them into dessicated lumps of red coal, and then grind that red coal into a dust.

See, look what we can do!

And then I would spend too much time trying to come up with something to do with that red coal dust.

Something like — I don’t know — beet-dusted pork.

Assuming it worked (likely not), I would serve it to my guests at dinner one night, waiting all through the meal for someone to notice, to say: “The crusting on this pork is so interesting, so delicious. What is it?”

And all I would get would be: “Good pork.”


Over the holiday break I went to G sandwich really excited to try the Italian hogie from a fellow Jersey denizen.

To my shock and horror (ok I’m exaggerating a little) it was slathered with mayo! Why would they do that?

It was so odd that I wondered if maybe someone special ordered it that way and I got the wrong one? Or is that how they always do it there? It was inedible and I wound up throwing my take out sandwich away at home. Really disappointing.

Todd Kliman

Ain’t nothin’ but a G thang.

Actually, though, in point of fact it ain’t.

It’s a Maryland/DC thing.

For some reason, and a reason I have never properly investigated, people in this area like mayo on their sandwiches and burgers.

Even on their sandwiches that aren’t supposed to have mayo, like hoagies.

Several years ago, I remember making a second visit to South Street Steaks, at that time in College Park, since relocated to Bethesda.

I ordered a hoagie and was asked if I wanted mayo. Hoagies don’t come with mayo. I said as much to the guy behind the counter. I know, he said — believe me, I know. He was from Philly, and he knew, and liked, that the meats and cheese were coated in oil and vinegar and a dusting of oregano.

But customers had been coming in asking for mayo, and eventually, and regrettably, they capitulated … at least to a point.


A question for you about confusing menus.

With a typical appetizer-main course menu, I have a general idea of how much I need to order. Likewise, at a place like Zaytinya or Estadio, I have a good idea of how many small plates I’ll want.

But more and more I see menus that have small plates but also things like “snacks”, but also entrees, but also pastas… you get the idea. What’s behind this? Do you like it?

Todd Kliman

Thanks for writing in.

This is, yes, one of the more annoying trends of recent years. It’s as if restaurants are in deathly fear of appearing to offer conventional categories of dishes, of looking — horrors — not up-to-the-exact minute.

What’s funny, though, is that what fills these cutesy little categories? Often, conventionally conceived dishes.

It’s more reason for someone to come by your table and “explain” the menu to you, or tell you about “how this works.” A restaurant isn’t an art installation; it should all be self-evident to the diner.

And you’re so right to point out that, increasingly, pastas are listed separate from entrees. The only explanation for this, it seems, is to highlight the pastas as distinct, as special.

But unless all the pastas are made by hand, on the premises — and that’s not always the case — then it’s hard not to see it as a form of pretension.


The Christmas Food Elves were very kind to me:

Arabesque: A Taste of Morocco, Turkey, and Lebanon (Claudia Roden)

Indian Heritage Cooking, part of the Singapore Heritage Cooking series which examines the culinary heritage of the different ethnic groups in Singapore.

Historic Restaurants of Washington, D.C.: Capital Eats (John DeFerrari)

The Gramercy Tavern cookbook

Feast (Sarah Copeland)

And a whole salami from the Calabria Pork Store on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx, which is fabulous.

Todd Kliman


You’re set for at least until Spring.

What a haul.

I want to put in a little plug, here, for the John DeFerrari book. John interviewed me for it, and has done what appears to be a very thorough job with this. If you’ve lived in this area a while, it’s worth a read.


Hi, Todd, and happy new year!

Just wanted to share a really disappointing experience at Doi Moi.

My husband and I, and two other couples went to dinner there a couple weekends ago, and came away feeling like we’d wasted our money. We’d heard very mixed reviews of the place, so it’s not like our expectations were all that high. But since we’re big fans of Proof and Estadio, we wanted to give it a shot.

My husband is a vegetarian, and so he ordered the only main dish he could find on the menu that had tofu. What he got was essentially a pile of mushrooms with a few tiny pieces of tofu. He would’ve been happier ordering something from one of the Asian takeout spots in our neighborhood for half the price. He made himself another dinner once we got home since he was still hungry (after we’d dropped $100 between the two of us).

I ordered the noodles with curried blue crab, a dish labeled as spicy on the menu. Not only was it not spicy, it arrived luke warm. It tasted okay, but not great. I would not go back for it.

Curious if you’ve been recently and if so, what are your impressions of what’s going on there? Thanks!

Todd Kliman

Not very recently, no.

I wrote up my impressions a few weeks ago on here, which, in a nutshell, are that the cooking for the most part brings the heat (they’re grinding their own chili pastes, etc.), but in many cases heat is all that’s coming through — not the full spectrum of flavors that characterizes the cooking of SE Asia, the pungency, the brightness, the funky depths, etc.

There are good dishes here, among them the fabulous crab fried rice — it’s worth going for this alone — but no, it’s not firing at the level of Proof or Estadio right now.

Remember, though: Proof in the early going was not the Proof you see now. It took some time for the kitchen to reach full flower.


Suggestions for a nice (but not too expensive) restaurant in Arlington to host my boyfriend’s birthday dinner?

Ideally Clarendon, Courthouse, Ballston area but am open to Falls Church, Fairfax! Considering Ray’s the Steaks and maybe Fuego? Thanks and stay warm!!

Todd Kliman

Ray’s, sure.

Or how about Me Jana, for mezze?

Or Liberty Tavern for sophisticated comfort food?

All are within what I think is your price range.

Let me know what you end up doing, and how things turn out, ok?


Mayo Everywhere – the G-Man at Mangialardo & Sons, which is one of the best Italian subs in the city, comes with mayo unless you ask otherwise. Ruins a great sandwich.

Todd Kliman

I know.

It pains me that they do this.

It really does reinforce the idea, though, that culture — and I mean the word in its loosest sense, here — has so much to do with the cuisine of a city or a region.

Restaurants, in the end, are businesses, and they will do whatever they have to do to stay in business. Including, in some cases, going against what they know to be “authentic” or “good” or whatever.

Running late for lunch. Thank you all for such a great back-and-forth today. So many good questions, so many good reports from the field. Thank you.

Be well, eat well — stay warm — and let’s do it again next Tuesday at 11 …

[missing you, TEK … ]