new Things I Ate in Cambodia: alcohol
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label alcohol. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Rum House New Orleans: Jesus, That Salad is Huge

Rum House
3128 Magazine Street
New Orleans, LA 70115-2305
(504) 941-7560




The Rum House Caribbean Taqueria is one of those twee looking joints that opened up last year on Magazine Street in New Orleans. I always regarded it with healthy suspicion because it just looked so goddamn cute and concepty on the outside and it made my eyebrows raise up a little. Still, I was doing some shopping on Magazine, I needed some lunch, and I decided to give it a shot. I ordered the jerk chicken salad with a side of coleslaw. Turns out that was a helluva good salad, with a lot of tender jerk chicken meat, an interesting papaya-salsa relish, and plenty of avocado.

The coleslaw was also pretty good too - I've been on a coleslaw tear of late, what can I say. The main thing I'd forgotten was how shockingly huge American entree salads are. This by no means a bad thing. (I'm having an increasing number of Bumpkin Expat who Lives in a Developing Country Moments when I head home. Guess that does happen).

They've also got a ton of varieties of tacos, fried snacks like conch fingers, jerk chicken, some fancier entrees (curried lamb shank sounds nice) and other Latino-Caribbean influenced dishes - and naturally, a hellaciously long listing of rums, organized by place of origin. Think I'll be back.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

The Wonders of the Cambodian Beer Garden

Sbov Meas
Street 184




Ah, the Cambodian beer garden. Cambodians love to drink, and they especially love beer. They especially love drinking beer outside with all their friends, preferably to the accompaniment of blasting pop music, karaoke, or some sort of over the top live performance. There will usually be a giant screen playing football of some variety, and there will be yelling when a good play is made. Cambodians especially especially love drinking beer with the accompaniment of a massive amount of food.

No, we're not in Germany anymore. The Khmer have taken the beer garden and made it into their own thing. Cambodian commercials feature beer and beer gardens to an overwhelming extent - a favorite of mine involves three hip young dudes helping peasants pull their water-buffalo cart out of a ditch, then adjourning to the beer garden with the hot beer garden girl to unwind. (Unfortunately, beer garden girls are often the victims of the very worst of Cambodian male behavior - read the papers).




You can get a menu at these places, but whenever I end up at our favored beer garden, Sbov Meas, we just order by ways of saying what we want. The menus in these places are usually large affairs, and if you want a specific Khmer dish, they've probably got it or they can rustle it up for you eventually. They'll serve you a dish of pickled cabbage for starters. Dishes come out whenever the hell they come out in the best of Asian traditions.



This is beef with green mango, a delicious dish I've only had in Cambodia. It's sliced beef stir-fried with oyster sauce and served with sliced, tangy green mango. The combination of sour and sweet is pretty superb. Green mango in general is a Cambodian standby and a very delicious thing. Slightly different from green papaya. I'd say more...appley.




If you order fried fish here, that's a thing. We thought we were ordering a whole fish and instead got Cambodian's beloved Little Stinky Fried Fish. I happen to be really into these, having spent my early childhood eating deep-fried smelts in Greek restaurants in Florida, but they've got little bones in them and a certain compelling funk.



They do great fried shrimp at Sbov Meas. Light and crispy, and even the tails get salty and deliciously edible. They serve them with lettuce and sweet chili sauce so you can wrap em' up as some Khmer do. They also serve it with Fishwort, the World's Grossest Herb. (If you ask me).




Sweet and sour? Yeah, man. Cambodians love sweet and sour anything (As does the world) and they've got a good turn with sweet and sour fried pork ribs. Bone in, don't bite down too fast. It's good Dranking Food. As is most stuff here.

You order the beer in massive pitcher-jar things with taps - they give you glasses and ice, so you can refill yourself. The aim is to get absolutely plastered, and this is usually achieved. (Cambodian alcohol tolerance is not superb). It's usually Anchor beer, but you could go Angkor, or Tiger if you're feeling fancy.





The night we were there happened to coincide with a wealthy Khmer woman's birthday party, and boy, was it done up right. Apparently some rich Khmer are turning birthday parties into massive, wedding-like affairs intended to not-so-subtly flaunt one's wealth to your social ouvre. That may have been what was happening here.



Then again, she also seemed to have secured for herself a bona-fide ladyboy show. Khmer find ladyboys vastly amusing, and these were some high-end specimens. They had definitely had The Surgery. Well, at least up top.



There was strutting, dancing, ass-shaking, a staged duet thing between a ladyboy and a boy over Jilted Love or whatever (involving banging on a steel pan) and a ladyboy with bigger tits then my own shaking it to the vast confusion of the male members of our party.

It was absolutely fabulous. Don't miss a good Cambodian beer garden when in Phnom Penh.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Prom Bayon: The Cambodian Beer Garden

Prom Bayon
Street 154



Cambodian beer gardens are a very particular and very specific insitution. I should do a real article on them. They're tantamount to European beer gardens in that they revolve around late night alcohol consumption, shooting the shit with friends, and overeating. Except in Cambodia, beer gardens also usually feature a giant roasted calf, a few dishes involving eel/insects (for when you're really punchy) and in the better kind of places, either karaoeke or a confused looking real live singer. Beer gardens are always ferociously rocking with Khmer party-people on the weekends (and most nights, really) and they are good places to eat as well. Gotta wash down the beer with something.



I go to Prom Bayon because it is near my place of employment, inexpensive, and the food is pretty good. I've had lunch here, I've had dinner here. Dinner is when the place comes to life, with packs of heavy drinking and rowdy Khmer's filling the place up, but it isn't half bad for lunch, either.



I get their loc-lac a lot. They have Khmer style, which doesn't comes with french-fries and a more peppery and less ketchupy sauce. They also do it American/English style, which means more ketchup and more french-fries, the tenets of the Western diet. They have tasty stir-fried eel. Good Khmer style raw-beef salads with a ton of herbs and lemongrass. Excellent grilled, rare beef with pepper sauce, which is one of my all time favorite accompaniments to alcohol.


Beware the salad section. I thought I was ordering the tasty herb beef salad one day and got the salad which was "boiled beef organs with an assortment of greens on ice." I ate it - tripe is tripe - but it wasn't really what I was after, if you get the drift.



Service is in the finest beer-garden tradition of "extremely surly." I would expect nothing less. There is usually an offensive or incredibly violent movie playing on the television set indoors during lunchtime, which I consider a real added-value. Your mileage may vary, but you also live in Cambodia, so I can guess at your tastes. I sure can.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

My New Iphone, Sparkling Wine, and Other Things

I have an Iphone now. This has rather revolutionized my food blogging activities. Suddenly I can snap a decent picture anywhere I am at any time, then toss it up on the Internet immediately. Real-time food blogging and food writing. The new era is here. My mind is semi-blown. As this translates to you, you can now see what I ate recently with considerably less lag time. Amazing.

I am considering starting a Tumblr counterpart to this blog. For now, here's some recent Iphone photos of food and beverages. The holidays are a good time.





















Four glasses of Dom Pérignon (a gift, don't think me a total ass, just a semi ass) on Christmas Day. We are truly fortunate. As for the champers? Good, with a nice dry, pleasantly musky flavor, but I dunno....not 180 bucks a bottle good, says I. We tried Domaine Carneros's Le Reve blend today and I found it a much more pleasant and buttery bubbly.

























The Domaine Carneros sparkler tasting. Far left is the Brut Cuvee, our favorite, and fortitously, the least expensive. A sharp and tastefully sweet flavor. Eminently suitable for light summer dinners and hot evenings. In the middle is the Brut Rosé Cuvée de la Pompadour (guys, silly name) which is made with a blend of Pinot Noir and Chardonnay. This was fine, but not really to my taste: slightly fruity, with considerable mineral overtones. The far right is the Blanc de Noir Cuvee or "white from black," a sparkling wine made from Pinot grapes. It had a musky and rather intense flavor, with a bit of a peppery bite.

Our next door neighbor, Kelvin, works for Domaine Carneros, and was gracious enough to show us around this Sunday. We were extremely impressed with their stuff - high quality and organic sparkling wines (as well as a swell pinot and some other things) with a real eye towards detail. The tasting area is also very nice, with complete table service and a nice cheeseplate, salmon, and caviar selection to accompany things. Not the cheapest tasting experience by any means, but certainly worthwhile in terms of quality.


The cheese plate at Carneros, chosen to accompany sparkling wines. Did I mention I am VERY VERY HAPPY with my Iphone's camera? I think I should.


The Iphone has even saved me from having to actually list the cheeses, since they are described quite extensively and accurately here. Good lord, I love technology.


The view from the Carneros simulated French chateau. A lovely day, with a tiny bit of haze in the hills. A nice departure from the miserable driving rain of the morning.



Another lovely scene. And a lovely day. Thank you, Domaine Carneros, sparkling fermented beverages, Apple Computer, Kelvin, my parents, etc etc. I may have left things out but I will apologize if addressed.

- F.G

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Napoleon House New Orleans: Good Food, No Napoleon

Napoleon House
500 Chartres St
New Orleans, LA 70130-2110
(504) 524-9752



The Napoleon House in the 1930's.

The Napoleon House is old. As the legend goes, the 200 year old building was first occupied by one Nicholas Girod, the mayor of New Orleans from 1812 to 1815. Ever the altruist, the ardently French Girod offered up his humble Louisiana dwelling to the exiled French conqueror. The potential adultation and publicity that Napoleon's entry into the Crescent City might have brought was, presumably, secondary in his mind. Girod even went so far as to commision the ship Seraphine - an integral part of a plan to rescue the Emperor from St. Helena by way of Dominique. Napoleon never showed and the plot never went through, but the Napoleon House soldiered on, becoming an iconic and never-changing bar, restaurant, and hangout for an assemblage of bums, writers, and tourists. Mostly tourists.

The place does have a faded, oldy-moldy ambience that's extremely pleasant, with dressed-up and efficient staff and a nicely considered menu. Even better? Prices are startlingly cheap, a minor miracle in the ridiculously marked Quarter. There's usually a line - goddamn vacationers, curse them and their economic- stimulating dollars! - so plan accordingly.



Pimms Cups are the Napoleon House's signature drink, a deceptively simple mixture of British gin, lemonade, a bit of Sprite, and cucumber. They're pretty things, served up in a tall glass, and are remarkably refreshing on a hot day - as last Saturday was. Hot days in November are about 95% of why I am going to school here.



My never-ending seafood gumbo quest saw its continuation with the Napoleon House's version ($6.95). I was extremely pleased. I love super-thick okra gumbo with lots of stuff in it, and this didn't disappoint, with a consistency more like a thick, unctuous, roux-thick sauce then a soup. It even came with half a gumbo crab, and gumbo crabs always fill me with love and celestial tolerance for my fellow man, which is a pretty goddamn rare thing around here. My only complaint is it coulda been a bigger portion.



We shared a large Greek salad ($6.75) with balsamic-honey dressing, marinated red peppers, sesame seed, and feta cheese, on a bed of spinach. An unorthodox salad but pretty damn tasty, and you could tell they were using nice cheese on this sucker. The salads here are quite interesting - they really seem to think them out and go beyond the usual "slap some romaine on a plate" routine". Aces.



My friend opted for the perennial favorite of a loaded baked potato. Big as yer head and covered in bacon and cheese, this was gooooddd. The British call these things "jacket potatoes". Further proof they're probably not actual humans but instead despots from Planet Zarg.

I think I'll definitely be back for a reprisal of that tasty, mighty thick gumbo. The rest of the menu sounds like primo up-scale bar snacks as well - antipasto salads, cheese plates, charcuterie boards, and a lovely looking toasted muffaletta. Conclusion? Sometimes those damn tourists know a thing or two. Come on down, order some booze, eat some food, and sit back and enjoy the Quarter.

You can even pretend to be Napoleon in a reprisal of every movie insane asylum scene ever. (Seriously, why do they do that?) They'll probably kick you out, but the choice? Baby, it is yours.