Thursday, November 27, 2014

Tea Station - Gardena

This menu is no TEAse for those with a passion for teas. The significant selection lets you be choosy and gives you leaf to let loose.

Tee off with Passionfruit Tea with boba but make sure to get it unsweet. The boba adds a little sugar but not so much that it stops tasting like tea.

The Tea Flavored Braised Pork Chop is the color of TEAk with a uniquely sweet flavor that steams all the way through. You just can't TEAch a sauce like this, and it deserves to be held in high esTEAm.

Cute cozy cafe with teas at prices that aren't very sTEAp. Tea Station critics can’t stand the service, but I'm a fan. I wasn't TEAring up or anything but I’d consider wearing the TEA shirt if they had one.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Cruising to OP Cafe - Santa Monica

When it comes to technology, I operate at level G. G for Grandma. A really old grandma who squints at the large-print screen and miss-clicks with her limited-range-of-motion arthritic fingers. To this day, I've barely become competent at posting to my own blog. 

Even grandma has her modern-day favorites, and serves as my favorite waste of time. Photo sharing sites are about as original as Huevos Rancheros, but imgur reinvents the wheel by assembling the best parts with the all the best tools. The best of the best, the most viral of the viral. The huevos rancheros of the huevos rancheros. Two fresh perfectly-poached eggs over textbook corn tortillas on a bed of soft and savory black beans.

The internets have changed a lot in the past ten years, almost as much as dietary restrictions. Back in my day, it took ten minutes just to load my email, and Celiac's wasn't even a disease. Unlike me, OP Cafe's chefs kept up with the times, serving up sweet-wheat-textured Gluten Free Pancakes that taste like a dietary restriction without the restriction. These pancakes have a thinner, firmer, more definitive texture, and I prefer this version to the mushier flour of regular pancakes.

The best part of imgur is the captions. The wealth of wit from a meeting of the minds creates a forum where genius compounds. I don't know what kind of collaboration takes place in the OP kitchen, but it compounded into DIY tortillas full of eggs, beans, and salsa atop a fatty, savory shredded pork in need of a little salt. "
Machaca con Huevos" is an inadequate caption for a plate so well put-together.

They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I sure showed them. After only a year of trolling imgur, I finally learned that "OP" stands for "original poster". And after only a year of living in SoCal, I discovered that OP Cafe serves one of the better brunches south of LA. You learn something new every day, and it won't be that many days before I pop in my dentures and venture back to OP Cafe.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Belize Chocolate Company - San Pedro, Belize

"All good things must come to an end" is a pretty depressing thought. Some things we never want to end. Bands play endless encores, meals can linger as long as eleven courses, and dermatologists dole out the botox in the quest for eternal youth.

I wanted to be finished with Belize even less than I wanted to finish Island Crunch. The sponge toffee is as porous as a coral reef with sweet dark chocolate coating its nooks and crannies. The toffee skims the surface while the milk chocolate House Truffle sinks deep into the stomach with its rich cream ganache.

People say you need the bad to appreciate the good, some bitter to appreciate the sweet. But my whole trip to Belize was all 
Chocochino sweetness, with all trace of bitter coffee are curtailed by chocolate milk.

Even the simple things stood out. The Chocolate Chip Cookies were a sweet shop staple, but it's all in the details, and the soft and chewy center with concentrated Kakaw chips made the trip to Belize Chocolate Company unforgettable.

Belize was as intoxicating as the guttural-yet-refined Green Fairy's alcoholic absinthe. But as much as I didn't want the trip or the chocolate to end, from every end comes a new beginning. This boozy little box finishes bittersweet as I leave one adventure behind and avidly await the next.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Elvi's Kitchen - San Pedro, Belize

San Ignacio was an incredible culinary immersion, but I was getting pretty bored of San Pedro's tourist-traps. Lonely Planet has always been my gustatory guru for going off the beaten path, but the last few recommended restaurants were more beaten than a dead horse. 

Apparently, opposite day is the only way with Lonely Planet Belize. Elvi's Kitchen was criticized for tourist-trap prices despite being a good place to try local favorites, but the menu would suggest otherwise.

What's up with Elvi's? The Wasaceviche is what's up. Fresh-off-the-boat ceviche for fresh-off-the-water-taxi Asians. The sweet soy marinade brings out the flavor of the shrimp, squid, and conch with wasabi on the side to give those sinuses a memorable kick in the nose.

I don't know what herbal remedy Lonely Planet was using, but there's no tourist-tampering in Elvi's Basil Pasta. The pasta itself is made of basil, angel hair lightly tossed in slightly sharp tomato. Tossed with a tender, full-flavored garlic chicken, this confident combination is a stroke of pure genius.

It has been said that in order to win, one must go back to basics. Coconut rice and beans is as basic as it gets, but this one had just the right amount of sweet coconut to mix with a slightly-bitter Garlic Butter Conch. Conch is yet another San Pedro staple, but this thick, pungent, unforgettable garlic butter literally stayed on my breath for days...This was also the first time I wanted to eat my own breath. 

It seems San Pedro's seafood gets better as you inch your way inland, and you'll eat just fine if you completely ignore your guidebook. In Elvi's Kitchen, the price stays fair, the quality doesn't suffer, and Lonely Planet stands corrected.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Caramba - San Pedro, Belize

"To go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward you must go back"...if you're Daenerys Targaryen. If you're Kel-nerys Chen-garyen, to go to the sea you must go inland because ironically, they serve much better seafood.

I don't know what was in that sweet Sangria or just how much rum they mixed in the Mint-Chocolate Mojito, but clearly the Chen-garyen party was destined to cavort at Caramba.

The cocktails were wet n' wild, but the Broiled Lobster was undoubtedly dry. Fortunately, all crustaceans come with garlic butter for dunking, and the mere excitement of getting two tails for the price of one (compared to Blue Water Grill) was more than enough to juice it up.

Did I dig into the Stone Crab Claws or did the stone crab dig its claws into me first? Those prominent pinchers are a hybrid of flaky snow crab texture infused with blue crab juice. You never forget your first time, and my first time with stone crab certainly won't be my last.

The problem with prophecies is that they are often counterintuitive, and sometimes they don't make sense. Technically Neville Longbottom killed Lord Voldemorte, and who knows what will happen to Daenerys Targaryen, no thanks to the citadel. And while I haven't the slightest idea what path my Lonely Planet prophet has planned for me, those claws at Caramba were clearly the key to restoring my faltering faith.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Wild Mango's - San Pedro, Belize

Everyone has their bible. For everyone there is a most sacred source of all their wisdom, a good book that cannot fail. Vogue is the foundation of fashionistas, rockers stand on a Stairway to Heaven, and every chef pays homage to Pepin. I haven't figured out my foodie bible yet, but Lonely Planet is the only travel companion I'll ever need. Wildly wise and always authentic, this has been the text of travel junkies and adventure addicts far and wide.

After I discovered Lonely Planet, I needed no other source. San Pedro was no exception. I knew I could count on Lonely Planet to deliver me to the freshest seafood in town.

Lonely Planet described Wild Mango's as "sev[ing] up some of the island's most consistent and creative cuisine." The pan-seared Wahoo with lime sauce was exactly that as I can definitively say I've never had anything like it. The wahoo was so over-seared it had the texture of undercooked pasta, el dente with a side of FAIL. I somewhat appreciated the wasabi mashed potatoes but only after I spat out a chunk of scales and dislodged a gigantic bone from the roof of my mouth. The so-called lime sauce was sticky and slightly sour, mostly sticky. After digging into this disaster, all I could think was, Wahoo-the-hell-made-this-godawful-dish?

I guess the Coconut Basil Grouper can be considered consistent. The fish was tender and flaky from a nicely-flavored coconut broth, but it was any dish from any beach. I didn't dislike the dish, but I wasn't a groupie for the grouper.

I figured I couldn't sit down at a place called Wild Mango's without trying the Tropical Mango Smoothie. Turns out, I've already had Jamba Juice.

You lied to me, Lonely Planet. I believed in you like I believed in Santa Clause all those years and then you took him away. I followed in your footsteps and listened to you without the faintest shadow of a doubt. You will remain my valued travel companion as my loyalty is not so easily forsaken. You have so seldom steered me astray, but I can't help but wonder...What the heck were you smoking when you wrote so highly about the munchies at Wild Mango's?

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Blue Water Grill - San Pedro, Belize

The citizens of Belize are truly bilingual. The schools are taught in English, but everyone grows up speaking Spanish at home. The great naval powers of colonial Europe played tug-of-war with this country, and the result was a conglomeration of all that is right in the world. Belizean culture is a fusion of the Caribbean candor and Spanish seduction, an English-speaking Mixteco masterpiece where any culture can feel at home.

Nothing shows off the cultural combination better than Belizean cuisine. While local favorites like salbutes and escabeche do exist, Belize kind of borrowed a little bit of this and a little bit of that, and in a way, its fused identity often feels like a lack thereof. 

No restaurant exemplifies a lack of identity better than Blue Water Grill. Literally a beachfront grill and bar, the patio is privy to quite the view. The clear blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the menu is full of seafood staples, straight-up steamed or generically grilled.

Judging by the price of the Grilled Lobster, there must have been a seaside surcharge. Lobster isn't cheap, but $24 US is a bit much for a single lobster tail with a so-called "passion fruit soy and pineapple sauce" that tastes suspiciously like butter with a ton of garlic. It hit the spot hard enough, but it hit the wallet harder.

The Island Style Ceviche doesn't really have a style. The marvelous mixture of shrimp, lobster, and conch had a tomato and cucumber crunch, but I'm not sure what part of it was island except that it was prepared on one. But few things are more refreshing than eating ceviche by the beach while watching pre-ceviche swim before your eyes.

Belize may be a blend of every culture, but Blue Water Grill is as generic as it gets. The menu can be found in any seafood restaurant on any street, anywhere in the world. There's no denying it's delicious, but it does a huge disservice to a place as special as San Pedro.