Summer Dish Review – Peas and Carrots at CARSON KITCHEN

 Chefs are always trying to think of ways to sex vegetables up.

Probably because “eat your vegetables” may be the least sexy phrase in the English language.

Vegetarian and vegan chefs (generally) fail miserably at these endeavors (despite their protestations about “loving” vegetables) because most of them are motivated more by a fear of food than an appreciation for it. (Think about it: How sexy can anything be if you’re afraid of it?)

But put some well-chosen produce in the hands of an accomplished cook and wonderful things happen.

Exhibit One: The Peas & Carrots at Carson Kitchen.

Cooked in stock, swathed in butter, and accented with micro-greens and softened onions, they are best-tasting version of this old “Swanson’s TV Dinners” staple ever concocted.

Remember those peeled back aluminum trays?

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Yeah, we’d like to forget about them forever, too. But somehow the metal-flecked, alum-scented, steamed-beyond-belief everything is seared into our brain.

It ruined us for peas and carrots for forty years, until Chef John Courtney took us by the hand one hot summer day in July and showed us the light.

Can vegetables get any tastier? Or prettier? Or sexier?

We don’t think so.

They’re so good, they’ll make you forget the Fifties.

CARSON KITCHEN

http://carsonkitchen.com/

Summer Dish Review – The “Patty” at THE GOODWICH

Can melted cheese on beef get any better?

We don’t think so.

Can toasted bread get any toastier?

Smoked cream cheese any creamier? Pepperjack any peppier?

Nope.

In other words, does a patty melt come any comelier?

Probably not.

The Patty is so good, in fact, that we have to force ourselves to order anything else when we’re at The Goodwich.

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Summer Dish Review – Chocolate Mousse at BOUCHON

This paté of chocolate mousse (really more of a terrine, but why quibble?):

….was so good, and rich, and intense, and smooth, and addictive (in that mellow, heroin-endorphin-rush sort of way), it ought to be illegal.

It tottered on the brink of milk v. bittersweet in a most precarious sort of way. The sort of way designed to keep both camps happy. Pure. Chocolate. Genius.

That is all.

What more need there be?

BOUCHON

http://www.venetian.com/restaurants/french/bouchon.html