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  • Return of the native

    July 30, 2009 @ 11:20 pm | by Tom

    According to Louis Murray of La Stampa, Conrad Gallagher is about to sign a deal with him whereby the much travelled Donegal man is going to move in to Balzac in Dawson Street. After several years in South Africa, he wants to come home, it seems.

    Murray admits that some people think he’s mad to consider such a joint venture but, as he says himself, he is always willing to take a chance. This is hardly the most auspicious time to return to Dublin in order to open a restaurant. And Conrad is quoted in an Irish newspaper as saying “I don’t do cheap and cheerful.”

    Previous joint ventures in Dawson Street have involved Jean-Christophe Novelli and Paul Flynn of The Tannery. The dining room is big, impressive and atmospheric. It may well work this time but I’m not sure that I will be able to review it.

    Man years ago, when Conrad was running a restaurant in London, he firmly but politely refused to serve me unless I promised not to write about the experience.

    He seems to be a little inconsistent about publicity. In a lengthy chat with one of the Sunday newspapers he appeared to be at pains to stress that he’s not terribly keen on media exposure.

  • Aubergine bonanza

    @ 10:55 pm | by Tom

    Growing “exotics” under cover can be a surprising business. This year, as usual, the tomatoes are taking their time and the peppers are only just flowering while the cucumbers and aubergines are in full spate. You would think it would be the other way round.

    I can’t remember the name of the all-femaie cucumber variety but I do know that it’s not as tasty as the one I grew last year which is called Cum Laude. Now that’s a cucumber with really fragrant flesh. It would almost put you in mind of a ripe melon. But it’s still good to be able to pick your own cukes and, if I remember to apply lots of water, they are highly prolific.

    The aubergine is called Moneymaker and I have Sarah Raven, the chatelaine of Sissinghurst to thank for the advice, by way of the Daily Telegraph a few years ago. This aubergine is early and plentiful, with oodles of glossy, black, plump fruit.

    But what to do with them? This evening I did a form of what the Italians call melanzane parmigiano (of which I had a horrific version in the new Frankie’s of Temple Bar in recent weeks).

    What I did was simple, if time consuming. I cut the aubergines in slices, about the thickness of a Sterling pound coin, lengthways. I sprinkled these lightly with salt and left them to drain in a colander for a couple of hours, after which they had oozed out most of the excess moisture. I rinsed the slices, drained them again, and patted them dry.

    Then I fried them gently in just a skim of olive oil until they had turned golden and layered them with really good buffalo mozzarella, basil leaves and a good grinding of black pepper. This was then topped with a couple of cans of chopped organic tomatoes which had been slowly stewed with four cloves of chopped garlic and a smidgin of salt. Then lots of grated Parmesan on top and 30 minutes in medium oven until the whole thing was bubbling gently and smelling divine.

    This is a glorious and simple dish but, as always with such things, the overall effect depends on really good raw materials. The most important is probably the mozzarella which needs to deliver a buttery, creamy loveliness rather than a rubbery, tasteless awfulness. If you see what I mean… Use the kind of mozzarella that you would normally eat raw and would be horrified to think of cooking. That’s the way to go… And if you have your own aubergines this may be the best way to eat them - not as a side-dish but as something worth celebrating in its own right.

    Frankie’s might consider trying this, but don’t hold your breath…

    The first tomato is eagerly awaited. I’m hoping the ceremonial picking of the first one - yes, just one - will happen next week. Problem is that I can’t remember if it’s a variety called Harbinger (which would be highly appropriate, I hope) or another one called Outdoor Girl which I refused to put outside in what passes for the Irish summer. Once it tastes good, that’s all that matters, of course.

    Our very own tomato variety - a chance hybrid seedling that came up last year - had a shaky start. Only one seedling survived this year but, praise the Lord, it has turned into a sturdy plant with plenty of trusses of good fruit. Like all of the others, it’s slow to ripen. Last year’s tomatoes from the one, random plant had a fantastic flavour.

    You may wonder how I knew it was a chance hyrbid? The answer is very simple: it has very distinctive leaves which are more like of those of a potato than a tomato. Currently it is codenamed “Carrigeen Hill” because that’s where it happened. Tomatoes rarely cross without a great deal of intervention. Good old serendipity, eh?

    Next year, if the fates are willing, I’ll make a selection from the best plants with the best vigour and fruit and grow them on. The following year (this really does take time) I’ll be happy to let anyone who wants them a few seeds in return for the traditional SAE and an expression of love for good tomatoes. Fingers crossed.

  • Organic recital

    @ 11:46 am | by Tom

    A study commissioned by the UK’s Food Standards Authority and, curiously, published in the US has concluded that eating organic produce does not confer “significant” health benefits. Which is not much of a story, of course. Only the most zealous organic campaigners have ever claimed that an organic salad and a conventional salad are so different in nutritional terms as to bother the majority of us.

    But this is the silly season and this silly study is getting a lot of exposure. It is also being reported, in many places, in a somewhat skewed manner. Well, I think it is. You see I think it’s interesting - let’s just say interesting for the time being - that there are differences between organically produced vegetables and their conventionally produced cousins. I don’t care if the FSA-sponsored study concludes that these differences are not “significant”. That’s not a scientific conclusion. It’s an opinion. The fact is that we just don’t know - but clearly the FSA doesn’t like admitting ignorance.

    One of the great canards put forward, not by the rational sceptics but the vested interests that oppose organic agriculture is that produce can be contaminated with E Coli from farmyard manure. I have no doubt that this is true in a tiny number of cases but organic farmers know that manure must be fully composted before it’s put on to the soil. There’s much more danger of infection from the muck spreading that marrs the rural air every second day (this being liquid waste that is simply tanked rather allowed to rot down).

    The debate about organic produce frequently misses the point. It’s usually about price and less frequently, but regularly enough, about nutrition. Actually organic production is about lots more than that.

    It’s about treating the soil as a complex ecosystem, not just as an anchor for roots. Remember the Dust Bowl?

    It’s about encouraging and protecting biodiversity.

    It’s about minimal use of pesticides and fungicides.

    It’s about minimal chemical residues.

    It’s about a healthier working environment for farm workers.

    It’s about avoiding monocultures.

    It’s about resisting the vast power of the agrichemical and GM industries.

    All in all, the organic movement is pretty complex. It’s not unanimous. Standards vary and there is always pressure to drive them down. But at heart, it’s about natural food and respect for the planet, which sounds good to me.

    Add some nutritional benefits, even if they are held to be insignificant by the FSA and, well… surely that’s a nice little bonus?

  • Good news from the dairy?

    @ 12:24 am | by Tom

    A new study suggests that a childhood diet rich in dairy products and calcium in general cuts the risk of cardiovascular disease and stroke in later life. As far as I can gather, this involved following up an earlier study, conducted in the 1930s, on children’s diets. A cohort of over 3,000 subjects suggests that it is fairly respectable.

    This is good news for the dairy industry (which badly needs any good news it can get at the moment) but I’m amused at how so many reactions to the report have involved the mantra of “encouraging the consumption of dairy products but in low-fat form”. Which, frankly, were not available in the 1930s.

    But I just wonder how much such a study actually tells us. I don’t have the report to hand but I wonder if it deals with the competing causes of death. Heart disease and stroke appear to be relatively rare in the group that was studied. But what about other diseases? Cancer for example?

    I have a feeling that all studies about diet need to be taken with a grain of salt. And there are all sorts of studies about salt in the diet…

  • Daft money for wine?

    July 28, 2009 @ 11:45 pm | by Tom

    Apologies for the silence. I’ve been on the road, in the service of a new restaurant guide of which more anon. You might imagine that this involves a constant search for pastures new but, Ireland being a small country, it also involves going back to places that I have liked in the past and checking that they are still up to snuff. Mind you, it’s not all down to me. I am assisted in this endeavour by mysterious, anonymous individuals who are, if truth is to be told, even harder to please than I am.

    This evening, however, I returned to The Winding Stair in Dublin and found that the food is as good as ever. But the wine list is a mere shadow of its former self. This may have something to do with the fact that its original creator, Tim Sacklin, has emigrated to Melbourne.

    The wine list at TWS needs urgent attention because there is now a vast divide between it and the splendid menu. But there is a further concern and, sadly, it’s emblematic of Irish restaurants in general. Irish restaurants in general, or if you like, IRIG, are doing their best to deliver value for money on the plate. They are, however, doing no such thing as far as wine is concerned.

    The cheapest wines at TWS cost you €29 before service. This is outrageous. One of them I know well at the trade level and €29 on the list means a mark-up of 70%. In fact, if TWS is driving a good deal, it’s more like 75%.

    But leaving this aside for a moment, why are restaurants still charging a standard mark-up across the board? Why are we not being rewarded for trading up? As it stands, we are being charged the same mark-up on basic house wines as we are for the serious gear. This makes no economic sense, either for us the consumers, or for restaurateurs who would make more money if they applied a sliding scale in regard to profit.

    The first Irish restaurant that declares a sliding scale of mark-up on wines, provided that the starting point offers reasonable value to the consumer, can expect a write-up here. And anyway, in a time when it makes much more sense to eat and drink at home, we should be boycotting ludicrously overpriced wine lists and drinking tap water. They know we won’t spend daft money on food. So why spend daft money on wine?

    For a wine trade perspective on all of this and more, consider the following comments from a small wine merchant in the UK (bear in mind that the UK wine trade operates somewhat differently, but not all that differently):

    SELLING THE SOUL OF THE WINE TRADE

    Then you will come to a hill, Bear-No-False-Witness. Turn right away from it, for it is thickly wooded with bribes and bristling with florins. At all costs, gather no blossoms here, or you will lose your soul.

    William Langland – Piers Plowman

    Here’s a trend to follow. You don’t sell wine, you sell deals.

    Blowzy bean-counters determine the content and quality of the list. Once upon a time you didn’t ask for discount, it was assumed that you were getting the most reasonable price. Now the opening gambit in negotiation - and I use the word in the adversarial sense of two opposing factions sitting across the table from each other intensely bartering - is to demand how much? How much will you give me in free stock, trips, equipment (verre du vin machines, for example) or sweet dosh in good old-fashioned brown envelopes? It is the right of the restaurateur or purchaser to ask without being bound to targets or any particularl loyalty. Business is a de facto auction; the restaurateur can play off wine merchants off against each other with preferential proposals.

    Wine merchants (some of them, at any rate) have themselves to blame for playing along with this charade. There are several well-known companies that literally try to buy the business by throwing cash into every proposal. A financially risky strategy compromising margins it also creates false expectations for future arrangements with customers and queers the pitch for the wine trade in general. If you are giving away money, then the product is almost irrelevant. In fact, wine companies become trapped in a vicious circle whereby they have to find brand sponsorship to support the myriad deals and the more business they create the more they need to find. It is a win at all costs strategy, flawed ultimately in the sense that any contract they lose or any bad debt they incur will doubly condemn them precisely because they have put so much money in buying the turnover in the first place.

    Strikingly, when the recession began to bite, these aforementioned larger companies made several of their staff redundant. There is something ethically distasteful about wine companies chasing massive growth for the sake of it (rather than growing organically) and sacrificing personnel to achieve their margins.

    Here is an example of the shenanigans that go on when contacts are bid for.

    A group of three local pub restaurants is currently signed up to a single wine company – the usual penny-pinching discounted prices plus 3% retro as gravy. A fourth site is purchased and the contract comes up for renewal. The incumbent company offers a continuation of the existing generous arrangement, another very large company tenders £5,000 for the full contract of the four sites, and then one of their rivals, a specialist in spirits, minerals and beers trumps that with £7,000. After some haggling the second company reduces their offer to £5,500 whilst the original wine company stumps up £2,000 to keep the wine business in the form of an opening credit note. The contract, by the way, is for one year only.

    Who suffers? The honest wine merchants whose business is squeezed by the wine bribery of others, the customer who is being sold a pup, and finally the consumers who have to drink the narrow selection of overmarked-up mediocrity. It is counter-intuitive to sacrifice quality and loyalty on the altar of short-term greed. The restaurants that take their customers for granted are making a big mistake; their motto should not be “cheap as chips” but “better quality chips”. And the wine merchants who are driving down quality by sourcing and overly relying on mass-produced bland brands with all their attendant marketing budgets will find that this approach is not financially sustainable in the long term. A further unpleasat prospect emerges from this business battleground, the increasing likelihood that large scale venture-capital wine merchants will attempt to subsume smaller companies in order to take over their portfolio of agencies and clients.

    Capitalism and the wine trade - it seems, for some reason, particularly vulgar and almost profane.

  • Getting there (and back)

    July 24, 2009 @ 1:01 am | by Tom

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    OK. This post is rather tangential to food, I’ll admit. But the story involves my quest for good food (a trip to a far-flung bit of Co Wicklow) and how to do it without driving. Well, I got a lift and having looked at the bus timetables found, as I foolishly thought, that if I were dropped off in Newtownmountkennedy, I could easily get a bus to Bray and from there just hop on a Dart to get home. Oh foolish me.

    If you look up the 184 bus route on the Dublin Bus website you will see that this service appears to link Newtownmountkennedy (let’s call it NMK for the sake of brevity) with Bray. Under the heading “towards” (oh how I love the vagueness of that “towards”) Bray there are lots of departures. Only trouble is that from 20.20 and later they have the letter “k” appended. This means that they run from Kilpedder which happens to be nearer to Bray than NMK. Not a whole lot of people know that. I didn’t. I assumed that, because the bus service came up under the NMK heading, well, they would serve NMK.

    So, if you miss the 20.20 from NMK you will have to cool your heels until the next morning. However, enter Bus Eireann. Bus Eireann has a notice at the bus stop in NMK with the claim “valid from July 2009″. It says, quite categorically, that a bus departs from there at 22.30 to Bray. Except, tonight it didn’t. I gave up waiting at 23.10.

    So, I repaired to the Parkview Hotel where the kindly staff (a) gave me a cup of tea, (b) called a taxi and (c) said that this happens all the time. The taxi, to Monkstown, cost €45. Unfortunate hotel workers, if they complain enough, are given vouchers by Bus Eireann to compensate them for a bus system that seems to be more of a theory than a service.

    I travel a lot by bus and it always strikes me that the vast majority of my fellow passengers are, to use that awful phrase, non-nationals. They are a stoical lot. If the senior executives of Bus Eireann and the odd politician travelled by bus even occasionally, I daresay that Bus Eireann would not even dream of treating their customers with such contempt.

    I once travelled on a bus from Fermoy to Cork on which the driver steered with his knees while texting. And Bus Eireann didn’t seem particularly interested until I reported the matter to the Gardai (I take a dim view of drivers dicing with death; I’m more concerned with mine than theirs). But that’s another story. And there’s a driver on the Cork-Dublin route whose attitude towards his passengers puts me in mind of the late Genghis Khan on one of his more dyspeptic days, possibly the only person since my prep school days whom I have wanted to hit. Very hard.

    Anyway, after a good meal, I wasted two hours in NMK getting wet, tired and increasingly inclined to avoid public transport if I possibly can. If I had the time, I’d walk, and frequently do. But not from NMK to Monkstown.

  • Knife crimes

    July 21, 2009 @ 11:58 am | by Tom

    According to Debenhams, sales of cutlery can tell us a great deal about how we eat. It appears that forks outsell knives three to one in Britain and that the table knife has become pretty well redundant. And in a “bid”, as a certain kind of newspaper would say, to save the nation’s table manners, Debenhams are employing etiquette experts to show us all how it should be done.

    The Daily Mail reports this rather more in sorrow than in anger and prints a photograph of the Duchess of Cornwall wielding a solitary fork. I thought they would have been up in arms. In fact it was left to John Wash in The Independent to suggest that this is merely the thin end of the wedge and a shocking comment on the way we live now.

    It’s strange to think of the ultimate triumph of the fork, a fiddly, effeminate device which we in these islands imported from Europe less than 400 years ago, having made do, until then, with knives, spoons and fingers. The fork did not meet with universal approval at first but within a century it had conquered Britain and Iteland. Just look at those lovely Georgian canteens of cutlery.

    I’d be mad to say that table manners don’t bother me. It drives me crazy when someone holds a knife like a pencil or fails to put their knife and fork together to signal that they have finished eating. I think it’s very in bad taste to eat with your mouth open or two remove ear wax with cutlery (or with anything else while at the table). And the knife must never even approach the mouth. Licking plates must be done in private, however flattering to the cook. But these are all = apart from the first - simply examples of a lack of consideration for others.

    Abandoning your knife and sticking solely with the fork is not offensive. Americans do it all the time and it’s the only way to eat pasta or salad. But cutting up your food, as if you were a small child, and then shovelling the pieces into your gob offends my sensibilities. It’s only a short step to needing a plastic bib. And God knows, we’ve all been infantilised quite enough at this stage.

    My objection to people holding their knives like pencils is not rational. Nor is my discomfort when I see someone tipping their soup plate towards the diner rather than away. Or my revulsion at the idea of drinking tea out of a saucer (when did you last see a saucer?) or calling a napkin a serviette.

    All completely and utterly daft prejudices but I hug them to my bosom and try, however hopelessly, to persuade myself that they… well, that they matter. It’s not entirely dissimilar to certain aspects of religion, now that I come to think of it.

    Coming back to saucers for a moment: cups and saucers, once as inseparable as mustard and cress or Marks & Spencer, are now rarely seen. We live in the age of the mug and I have one beside me (china, full of Keemun tea) as I write. But there is no doubt that a good cup and saucer, of fine bone china, is the very best way to drink tea. I manage to do so…oh…about once a month. I should try to do it more often.

    A few more prejudices (justified or not)…

    Steak knives are a solecism. They imply that your meat needs a serrated blade.

    Tea cosies. The way to stew tea.

    Milk in first. No reason why not but it makes me physically squirm.

    Using cutlery to eat asparagus. This is what fingers are for.

    Cutting up bread rolls. Pull them apart. Fingers again.

    Napkins above lap level. More effective, of course, but you just look like a big baby. (Or, from an English perspective, worse still, a foreigner.)

    By comparison to all these, an elegantly wielded fork, even if it is a new-fangled implement, is a joy to behold.

  • 10 Essential Crops For Growing Your Own

    July 18, 2009 @ 11:32 pm | by Tom

    1. SALADS: cut-and-come again lettuces are the starting point if you want to take control of your own food - even just a little bit. Slugs will try to defeat you but even they will give up if you sow them thickly enough and keep an eye on them. A sowing every six weeks - and a bit of horticultural fleece or a cloche of some sort - will keep you supplied throughout the year.

    2. LEEKS: are they the easiest crop to grow? Not quite. Radishes have an edge, but leeks are bigger and, arguably, more useful. Sow them in a seed bed and then use a dibber to create holes about 5 inches deep. Drop in the leek seedling, follow with a little water and then just wait for nature to take its course.

    3. NEW POTATOES: early spuds can be grown in the soil, in pots, in bin-liners, in stacks of old tyres. They usually escape blight, taste great and are very prolific. You would be mad not to try.

    4. GLOBE ARTICHOKES: they look great in a flower garden, grow themselves once they have been planted, suffer from no diseases (just wipe off the black aphids) and make a great starter with melted butter or a vinaigrette. They don’t work with wine, though.

    5. ASPARAGUS: not the easiest or quickest crop but, once you’ve established a bed and manage to keep it weed free your asparagus bed will keep you happy for twenty years or more. Actually, weeding and waiting (3 years) is all it takes.

    6. SEAKALE: like asparagus, but quicker. Let the plants settle in for a year then blanch them by excluding all light bewteen March and June and enjoy the ivory coloured shoots, steamed and served with a little butter. You can’t buy it, so grow it…

    7. SCALLIONS: not just for salad. Sow and let them happen. Then grill them.

    8. PURPLE SPROUTING BROCCOLI: not broccoli as in big, coarse calabrese. These are delicate flowring stems that cheer us up in the hungry gap during late Spring. They occupy the ground for a whole year, but what the hell?

    9. BEETROOT: and not just for the sweet, earthy roots. The young leaves are great in salad. Because each seed is actually several seeds you will need to thin the plants carefully but the bonus is that, even with competition from slugs, you will get a decent crop.

    10. CUCUMBERS: like lettuce, the commercially grown ones are only lousy with fungicides. Okay, you will need a greenhouse or polytunnel, but once they get going there’s no stopping them. Two cucumber plants will keep you and all your friends and relations well supplied from July to almost December.

  • 10 Things I’ve Learned About Growing Your Own

    @ 11:07 pm | by Tom

    1. Seeds. It’s best to use fairly fresh stuff. Sowing chervil from 2003, as I have just found, is a mug’s game. Parsnips? Forget it. Palaeobotanists tell us that seeds can survive thousands of years, which is nice. But they don’t tend to include vegetables. I have just sown some ancient Kohl Rabi seeds. We shall see…

    2. Pinching out the side shoots on what they call “determinate” tomato plants (most of them, to be honest) doesn’t increase yield. It just seems to give you slightly earlier fruit and rather larger ones. I still do it because it’s a habit and makes me think I am actually doing something positive.

    3. Rubbing off the “eyes” of spuds so as to leave only two before planting does actually give you bigger potatoes.

    4. But earthing up potatoes, provided you plant them deeply enough, doesn’t seem to make any difference at all.

    5. Planning a proper succession of salads through the summer months remains, for me at any rate, the Holy Grail.

    6. I have never managed to get a compost heap hot enough to kill off weed seeds. I love the theory, but wonder how many people have succeeded in practice.

    7. Organic tomato food doesn’t give you better tomatoes than the ordinary stuff. But it makes you feel ever so slightly sanctimonious.

    8. Little white butterflies look pretty but they can strip your brassicas right down to the skeleton in days.

    9. Hoeing really works. The trick is to do it very frequently. You just need to disturb the soil surface a little every two or three days and weed seedlings simply don’t grow. The late John Seymour once said “the hoe is the herbicide of the future.” It’s a mild exaggeration. The hoe won’t deal with Japanese Knotweed or Horsetail, for example, but herbicides are no great shakes either.

    10. Grow what you want. I’ve realised, after years and years, that I don’t really like courgettes. Has anyone ever had a courgette that was really, genuinely seductive? The attraction of courgettes lies in their remarkable ability to just grow…

  • Nutritionism

    July 17, 2009 @ 1:09 am | by Tom

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    There was a time when media reports seemed to suggest that everything was bad for us. Now it seems that everything is good for us. A recent book has concluded that red meat and saturated fats may, after all, confer health benefits. I, like everyone I talk to about this kind of thing, am confused.

    The information that we get about nutrition - the whole caboodle - needs to be treated with suspicion. Even the much-vaunted “food pyramid” idea created by the USDA has a dubious history. Its launch, planned for 1991, was delayed for a year because of lobbying by the US food giants. Marion Nestle has described it as being “very political”. The scientific basis for eating more fruit and vegetables seems to be perfectly sound but nobody, as far as I can gather, has put forward a sustainable argument for five as against four or six or whatever. Perhaps I’ve missed something.

    I suppose the reason for all the confusing messages we get about nutrition is that it is not, as yet, an exact science. The process of how what we eat effects health is, for the most part, very imperfectly understood. Scientists differ and some of them, like Ancel Keys who demonised cholesterol, manage to present hypoetheses as fact. (Keys, mind you, lived to be nearly 101).

    There are two other elements that bother me. A great deal of the funding that goes into dietary research comes from Big Pharma and from vast commercial food interests. And research has a tendency to be skewed in favour of the funder - not always because of dishonesty but because of selectivity.

    And then there’s the nutrition industry which is aided and abetted by “nutritionists”, the best known of whom include Gillian McKeith and Patrick Holford (whose titles of “Doctor” are not medical, by the way).

    The nutritionism industry, with all its “food supplements” is worth a mighty amount of money these days. It’s often seen as a beneficent business, on the side of the consumer, not at all like Big Pharma. Well, it’s not as simple as that. If the nutritionism industry can persuade us to swallow pills which are not going to harm us but, equally, which are far from proven to be beneficial, they make a lot of money. And make monkeys out of us, the consumers.

    I confess to taking supplements. I take kyolic garlic daily, flaxseed oil whenever I remember and milk thistle extract when I’ve had a few glasses of wine. I often take a high-dose probiotic. So, I contribute a lot to the nutritionism coffers and I do so because I think - and I can’t be sure - that I’m doing myself some good.

    But I’m increasingly convinced that for most people, without particular conditions that might benefit from supplements, there’s nothing to beat a good, wholesome diet of fresh, unprocessed food. But how many of us get that?

  • Lunch and a glass of wine for €20

    July 11, 2009 @ 10:06 pm | by Tom

    The Irish Times Summer Times lunch promotion is in full swing and will go on until the end of July. This is, undoubtedly, the best eating out value in town. You get two courses and a glass of wine for a mere €20. And one of the restaurants has a Michelin star!

    Six of our best restaurants are participating:

    Bentley’s (01 638 3939)
    Bon Appetit (01 845 0314)
    The Cellar Restaurant at The Merrion Hotel (01 603 0600)
    China Sichuan, Sandyford (01 293 5100)
    Harvey Nichols, Dundrum (01 291 0488)
    Town Bar & Grill (01 662 4724)

    When booking you need to quote the Summer Times offer, then turn up with a copy of that day’s Irish Times. At the end of your meal you will have opportunity to make a contribution to the Our Lady’s Hospice (Harold’s Cross and Blackrock). And please, please, please do so, if you possibly can. Even a euro.

    It would be good to have feedback on what lunchers think of the experience, so please feel free to comment here. The restaurants have been very carefully chosen and I know they are committed to giving you the best experience for the money.

  • Diet delusions

    July 10, 2009 @ 11:12 pm | by Tom

    DIETING MONKEYS OFFER HOPE FOR LIVING LONGER. That’s a recent headline in The New York Times and, if you really want the details, you can read about it here.

    The general thrust of this report is that people, or indeed monkeys, who eat a relatively low calorie diet, may extend life expectancy. I like the “may”. Frankly, the putative link between a modest calorific intake and longer life is nothing new. We have known about this for decades.

    The problem with diets is that everybody wants a quick fix. Succesful, long-term weight reduction regimes are just that: long-term. The extreme low carbohydrate diet championed by the late Dr Atkins has confounded the nutritionists in that, in such trials as have been conducted, it seems to work. Given its high fat, high protein content (and, by implication, high carlorie) content, it’s not meant to. And the conservatives in this debate tend to argue that all that fat and protein leads to such a sense of “satiety” that it all comes down, in the end, to a reduction in total calorific intake. Maybe. A lot more scientific research needs to be done and, of course, dieters don’t operate in perfectly controlled conditions.

    Professor Charles Clark, a surgeon with a particular interest in diabetes and glaucoma, suggests a long-term diet that cuts out refined carbohydrates, i.e. bread, sugar, pasta, potatoes, high-fructose fruits like bananas and the general run of junk food. Of course, the controversial bit is that the Clark diet, if we can call it that, does not demonise the good fats, e.g. olive oil and even a modicum of butter.

    Exercise is undoubtedly good for you but, in the context of losing weight, it has one major drawback. It makes you hungry. As always, it’s all about balance. And avoiding, as far as possible, those foods which our early ancestors would not have known or would have encountered only very rarely. Which is hard, as most of us hunt and gather in the aisles of the supermarket.

    According to a report in today’s newspaper one in five Irish nine-year-olds are overweight and 7% of them are obese. It seems that Irish kids with parents who are educated to third level are less likely to be fed “energy-dense” foods. The curious thing, of course, is that hardly any third-level course involves any nutrition so it’s not really about education. It must be about poverty - and poverty concerns more than money. If you’re poor, especially in this highly materialistic society of ours, there isn’t much scope to focus on nutrition let alone pay for a balanced diet. The richer you are, even relatively speaking, the more of a chance you have of controlling what your children eat. Affluent people are bombarded with “information” on diet, much of it skewed by vested interests; poor people are too busy dealing with survival and keeping their kids out of the claws of the drug dealers. For as long as they can. You can be a great parent but, if you live in a depived area, your children are a prey to influences way beyond your control. I’m sick and tired of middle-class people giving out about the poor not really caring about what happens to their kids. Caring isn’t enough.

    Anyway, poverty aside, and as far as weight loss is concerned, there’s no such thing as a miracle diet, just common sense. Which isn’t very common at all.

  • The new food tourism

    July 5, 2009 @ 9:51 pm | by Tom

    I have to thank my friend Ken Madden of Lismore for drawing my attention to this mouth-watering account of food travel in Slovenia. Being stuck between Italy and Austria has a lot of benefits. Not least the cost…

  • Summer pudding

    @ 9:48 pm | by Tom

    Johann, who is officer i/c garden at the moment due to my back problems, arrived in the kitchen last evening with a tub of raspberries, half a tub of blackcurrants, half a tub of those small strawberries which tend to be sold “for jam” and the remains of a sliced pan. All, bar the bread, from the family estate. She suggested that, she having planted 60 leeks earlier in the day, I should set about making summer pudding.

    So I did. In terms of quantities, I should stress that the tubs once contained HB ice cream. They were dumped in a saucepan with three tablespoons (or slightly less, to be honest) of caster sugar and heated until the juices ran. A pudding bowl was lined with clingfilm (this is the only sure-fire way of getting your pudding out when all is ready) and then with overlapping slices of crustless bread. The fruit mixture was then poured into the cavity and covered with more bread. The clingfilm was folded over the top (which, in time, would become the bottom) and a saucer, along with a 2lb weight, was applied. This evening, we turned it out and served slices with runny cream. Bliss! The true taste of summer. I know that purists will protest about the strawberries but, hell, they were there and ready for eating.

    There is a subtle alchemy in Summer pudding. It’s a whole lot better than the sum of its parts.

  • Carluccio’s

    @ 9:35 pm | by Tom

    My review of Carluccio’s, when it opened first, was a bit mixed. But I have eaten there very happily a few times recently. The service is cheerful and efficient, the object seems to be get as many bums on seats as possible. And the way to do that, when you are paying humungous sums in rent, is to provide decent food and wine at keen prices.

    It just strikes me, after today’s review of Frankie’s, that Carluccio’s pasta prices start at €9.95, that house wine is €19.95 and that you can have Planeta La Segreta Bianco for either €15.95 retail or, after corkage, €23.45 at your table. That would be €32 at Frankie’s.

  • Red or white in South Africa?

    @ 1:35 pm | by Tom

    I used to get quite excited by the controversies that occasionally afflict the wine world but I eventually discovered that life is too short. When differences of opinion occur in the wine world, nobody dies as a rule (except, maybe, in Sicily, I suppose). Instead, there’s a great deal of talk and a great deal of writing that (a) could usually be compressed into a couple of bullet points and (b) which would bore the average intelligent person to tears. Or worse.

    And then there are the obsessions of certain oenophiles. One of the most irritating is brettanomyces, abbreviated by the more macho bores to brett, which is a yeast spoilage organism that I either like or find well nigh impossible to detect. Actually, I have an idea that I like “bretty” wines. They seem a bit rustic and farmyardy to me. Which is cool…

    The latest…er…debate concerns the nature of South African reds. Do a lot of them smell of burnt rubber? Now, I have to admit that I find some Syrah wines, particularly from the Rhone, can give off a faint whiff of burnt rubber, a suggestion of distant tyre pyres. Is it the case that South African reds are starting to smell of the Northern Rhone?

    Jane McQuitty’s comments in The Times got the ball rolling and now everybody has had their say. The general feeling is that some South African reds are a bit rubbery but I’m not so sure. A lot of them are a bit roasted, a bit burnt but I’m not getting the rubber.

    Brawny they may be but I’ve quite enjoyed The Chocolate Block (mainly old vine Shiraz, I think) for which I have to thank Neven Maguire, Tesco Finest Pinotage and M&S Houdamond Pinotage.

    Remember when Pinotage smelled of TCP? When opening a bottle was like walking down a recently washed hospital corridor (that was when hospitals were run by matrons who insisted on hygiene, of course)? I quite liked the antiseptic twang of old-fashioned Pinotage but it has been bred out now. New clones deliver on fruit, but not disinfectant. The same will probably happen with any allegedly rubbery character.

    But some South Africans are a bit defensive. “This is not typically a South African problem, and it annoys me when people say it is,” the winemaker at the estimable Vergelegen told the New York Times. “But you don’t find an easier dog to beat up on than South Africa. Because of the past, because of apartheid, people are always willing to believe the worst.”

    There are wine faults and there are wine faults. Corkiness (TCA) and dirty dish cloth odour (can’t remember the substance that causes this) render wine undrinkable. Others, like “bret” may add a degree of interest. A flawless great claret is one thing (the only one I’ve had was Cheval-Blanc 1959) but a flawless everyday wine sounds a bit dull, surely?

    Anyway, there’s a burnt rubber task force on the case in South Africa and doubtless they will get to the bottom of it. In the meantime, I hope that the country’s winemakers set about making reds with even a fraction of the finesse that you get in their best whites.

  • What kind of a “guide” is this?

    July 4, 2009 @ 3:00 pm | by Tom

    Consider the following list of restaurants for a moment:

    Alexis, Dun Laoghaire
    Bentley’s
    Bon Appetit, Malahide
    Cafe Paradiso, Cork
    China Sichuan
    Fishy Fishy, Kinsale
    House, Howth
    James Street South, Belfast
    Kin Khao, Athlone
    The Tannery
    Thornton’s
    Town Bar & Grill
    The Winding Stair

    These are the omissions, which I manged to find during a 5 minutes browse, from a publication called (with no obvious sense of irony) the Good Eating Guide to Ireland 2009-2010. It will set you back a fiver and appears to be supported by Failte Ireland. The preface tells us that the Good Eating Guide used to be The Jacob’s Creek Restaurant Guide. Now you know.

    Now consider a few restaurants that DO actually appear in this slim volume:

    The Hard Rock Cafe
    TGI Friday’s
    Il Corvo, Drumcondra
    The Washerwoman’s Hill Restaurant, Glasnevin
    Frankie’s….

    This is what happens when you invite restaurants to pay to be included in a “guide”. If restaurants pay to be in a “guide”, it’s not a guide. It’s a random list of establishments which are flush enough or desperate enough to be included in a list of restaurants that is utterly useless to the consumer.

    And, of course, the restaurant owners get to write their own eulogies. This one is fairly typical:

    X exudes comfort and style with it’s (sic) sleek modern interior and seating for up to 500. Mouth watering menus served from 12 Noon - 9pm. The bar is open plan with a stage area perfect for dancing the night away - till late!

    John and Sally McKenna’s Bridgestone guides may be eccentric in ways, but they are independent. Georgina Campbell’s may be a little too all-embracing but it’s a proper guide.

    The so-called Good Eating Guide is as useful as the Golden Pages (and less well punctuated). It was launched last week by Minister Martin Cullen and is available from all Failte Ireland offices and free with next month’s Image magazine. Some 86,000 copies have been printed, so the chances of avoiding it are minimal. But worth the effort.

  • Savoir vivre

    July 3, 2009 @ 12:21 am | by Tom

    You have to hand it to the French. They regard food and eating out as part of what they are, their actual culture. It is not just a matter of life and death. It’s more important than that. Today, the French Government announced a reduction in VAT for restaurants and cafes from 19.6% to 5.5%.

    Successive Irish governments, of course, have had no interest in food whatsoever. Not culturally, not medically, not in any way that would be recognised by our neighbours on the mainland of Europe. However, they managed to find €70m recently to the meat processing industry. Call me an old cynic, if you like, but I don’t that’s the same thing at all.

    Our lords and masters dropped a plan to provide a cervical cancer vaccine for teenage girls that would have cost €9.7m a year. What a stark contrast. What a shocking indication of the Government’s priorities.

    Does the meat processing industry either deserve or need this money to such an extent that it negates the health considerations of a whole generation of young Irish women? Have I missed some vital point?

    We are the most over-represented people in Europe, in parliamentary terms, and the most expensively represented. Which is bad enough. But on the issue of the HPV vaccine versus a leg up for the lamb and beef processors, how do you think we would vote? This is manifestly not democracy.

    Nor is Michael McDowell’s failure to let us have a true cafe society in Ireland. I think the vast majority of us wanted to see licensing laws relaxed so that we could, at the very least, be given an opportunity to embrace the civilised ways of our Continental cousins. And what happened to those proposals? Again, not much evidence of democratic rule. I’m sorry to say it, but I can see why a lot of people don’t even bother to vote.

    As for a reduction in VAT in any sphere whatsoever, don’t make me laugh.

  • Town Bar & Grill

    July 2, 2009 @ 11:17 pm | by Tom

    I’ve always liked Town Bar & Grill and I’ve been saddened at its recent troubles which are, of course, shared by suppliers. Having had, myself, a business go bust in recent years, I greatly sympathise with anybody who is in these kind of difficulties. But, the point is that Town Bar & Grill is still there, still serving good food and, with a bit of support from the many people who have enjoyed it over the years, it will survive the present difficult times. Dublin needs restaurants like TB&G and it needs restaurateurs like Ronan Ryan. Have a look at the current menu here

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