Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sripraphai vs. Lotus of Siam - East vs. West of Thai Cuisine

[Thanks, Girl Who Ate Everything, for reminding me that I needed to do this, via her Sripraphai post.]

Alright. Here we go.
I have been promising posts about Sripraphai since about the beginning of this blog, have since commented on other blogs about it, and eaten there at least 8 times in the past 4 months or so...it's time to finally do this. No longer shall this be a blog of broken promises (at least not this one promise).
I was waiting until I could get some better pictures to do the food justice, but I realize now that no pictures [taken by me] will ever do it justice, so I might as well post these AWFUL AWFUL pictures that I have had sitting on this hard drive for goodness knows how long. Here goes - this might be more epic than my burger post, so sit back (or just skip to the food pics).

There are two people in my life who have had definitive roles in the forming of my ideas about food: first, my mother [duh], and second, M.
My mother's home cooking, along with her predilection for funky, off-beat [read: eek] foods, and her militantly enforced "you have to try everything once" attitude has made my palate what it is today. Thank you, Mom.
M, a later influence in my life, opened my eyes to a world of cuisines that I thought I knew about, but actually had no idea (Polish-born, raised in Rockaway, schooling me about Asian cuisines - go figure). One of these is Thai food. I always thought, "Sure, I like Thai food. Noodles, curry, whatever. It's good for a greasy fix." Then M took me to Sripraphai. It was a revelation. It was like I had never tasted flavor before - not just 'these' flavors, but any flavor. It knocked my tastebuds on their asses, all of them, simultaneously. Or maybe like dominoes. I dunno.

I believe my mother's attitude towards Thai food was similar to my former feeling - as I believe it is for many people whose only experience with Thai food is pad thai (often take-out), or for the more daring pad kee mow or pad see ew, which is somewhat equivalent to believing Panda Express is Chinese food. So when I went to Las Vegas this past Thanksgiving with my family, I had to grab at the opportunity to potentially allow my dear mother to experience this same revelation, as I was confident she would, at Lotus of Siam - the legendary, and often hailed "Best Thai Restaurant in North America." I had never been, but even with my limited experience, felt sure that Sripraphai should be the holder of this title. Both are helmed by women made famous (locally and nationally) for their killer dishes (Sripraphai Tipmanee and Saipin Chutima, respectively), both have die hard fans. I needed to test for myself.

SRIPRAPHAI - Woodside, Queens, NY
[worst ever photos of best food ever]

Som Tum

Southern Style Curry w/Duck

Crispy Pork w/Chili and Basil and Inexplicable Satanic Red Glow*

*Do not ask me how that happened...maybe it was the heat of the Thai chilis emanating through the lens. Or that my sucky photography transcends the whole earthly spectrum of hues.

So, these are my standbys, which I unjustly call 'standbys' when actually they are 3 of my favorite things to eat on any given day. I've already talked about my love of som tum, so suffice to say that this is where it began. And ends. The crispy catfish salad is also a favorite, which is similar, but with shredded green mango instead of papaya, cashews instead of peanuts, and topped with heaping portions of deep fried minced catfish, which has a unique consistency somewhat like honeycomb, or fried cotton candy, but tastes like fish. Mmmm, right? YES, RIGHT. EAT IT. Ask for 'Thai spicy' if you want to experience nirvana...and a runny nose and sweaty brow.
Same goes for the Southern Style Curry, which is supposedly too spicy even for the chef. I've heard she doesn't eat it herself, yet she somehow manages to make it taste awesome. Thai eggplant [those things that look like tiny watermelons, or alien tomatilloes], long beans, green peppercorns, bamboo shoots, generous slices of succulent duck, and about 50 other components - all in a fiery soupy curry of psychedelic max flavor™. For best results, eat poured over a steaming bowl of coconut rice.
Lastly, Crispy Pork w/Chili and Basil. Words cannot explain. The consistency is not like any other pork or meat dish I've had - some might find it off-putting at first, though I think a few bites more would turn them around: crispy, then fatty, then tender...at times jerky-like. Flavor pow . That's all.

[Irrelevant Tangent: two nights ago M rode out to pick up take-away from Sripraphai, since it was raining, and I don't have fenders on my bike, and so didn't want to bike there. Coming off a big meat-binge, I requested for myself just Som Tum AND Crispy Catfish Salad. He also got an order of Crispy Pork and coconut rice. Long story short, the salads were so good, we ended up eating just those for dinner, and reheating the pork w/the rice the next night. Two very big meat eaters, being sated with just 2 salads for dinner. SALADS. We are not salad eaters. These dishes are serious.
Also, PROTIP: DO NOT REHEAT THINGS WITH THAI CHILI PEPPERS IN A PAN OF POPPING HOT OIL. I thought I would try to re-crisp the crispy pork in some piping hot oil, along with the chilis in the sauce, of course, whose seeds promptly popped open and released highly unpleasant amounts of capsaicin into our tiny, windowless kitchen, thus turning our meal into a riot scene simulation where we had just been pepper sprayed and then forced to eat delicious pork. Me: #1 Top Genius of the World.]

There are mores dishes/pictures from Lotus of Siam, as this was my first and only visit, and I was with my whole family, and who knows when I'll be back.

LOTUS OF SIAM - Las Vegas, NV

Nam Kao Tod

Crispy rice mixed with minced sour
sausage, green onion, fresh chili, ginger, peanuts, and lime
juice.

So, I composed a list of dishes to try, based on a honed down list of the many recommendations on the numerous Chowhound threads about this place. This was one of the items that kept recurring. It was flavorful, and had nice textures, but everyone agreed it was really salty, and a little too sour to enjoy all of the other flavors. And really salty.

Crispy Garlic Shrimp

Close-up
Okay, this was a winner. Another recommendation from the astute contributors to Chowhound, I don't believe it's on the actual menu, and so have to thank them for the tip. They separate the shells from the bodies almost entirely, except near the tail so it's still attached, batter it all up in some kind of magic (garlic), and then deep fry the whole shebang. Really spectacular. I don't even like shrimp that much. Mom was beginning to warm up.

Hoh Mok Plar

Close-up
Another Chowhound insider tip - the menu lists it as catfish, but if you ask for it with sea bass, they're more than happy to oblige. Now this was the dish that really got Mom's attention. She's not one to pretend to like something, and you know you've got her when she's scraping the aluminum foil with her chopsticks for dregs to flavor her remaining rice at the end of the meal. The waiter actually tried to dissuade me from ordering it - "It's, uh, you know, not for everybody," he offered with well-meaning naïveté - and I'm so glad I insisted. The menu description is not what some would call enticing: "With curry paste-fish, egg, sliced cabbage cooked in a bowl with your choice of catfish." 'Paste-fish'? 'Sliced cabbage cooked in a bowl'...whee. And I'm not sure what 'Your choice of catfish' means. Anyway, it was delicious, and I'm still not even sure what the waiter meant, because it didn't have any sort of funky or off-putting flavors or textures (as I was expecting, but probably also still would have liked). It was just wholesome and plain good.
(After the trip to Las Vegas, and I returned to NY, and my mom returned to LA, she called me to ask the name of the restaurant we ate at in Las Vegas, and this dish. My mother loves food, but she's never made such an effort to recall some place we've eaten so she could rave to her friends about it. Lotus of Siam turned my mom into a foodie.)

Khao Soi w/Beef
I like Khao Soi, there's nothing not to like, but it also just sort of falls into my previous notions of Thai food: delicious, rich, sort of sweet, noodly, but nothing life-changing. This one was obviously tasty, but nothing to travel to the desert for.

"Pork Stew" - possibly Kang Hung Lay...?
Another Chowhound rec, known only to me as "pork stew." I simply asked the waiter for "pork stew" and he seemed to know what I was talking about, and brought us this. I went back to the menu just now to see if there is a proper name for it, and I think it's the Kang Hung Lay, but don't quote me on it. Anyway, this dish pretty much remained untouched. Maybe I ordered the wrong thing, or they brought the wrong thing. In any case, I can recall nothing about this dish except that the meat was kind of tough and dry, and the flavor was all around just sort of...brown.

Crazy Dessert Sampler
I couldn't decide on a dessert, so the waiter recommended we get the sampler, which included portions of three of their best desserts: sticky rice, coconut ice cream, and fried banana roll. YES. So good. The fried banana roll is basically what it looks like: bananas rolled in thin springroll-type skin, and deep fried. And then glazed with some sort of sugar syrup. Coconut ice cream was coconut ice cream, and the sticky rice was sticky rice flavored with coconut. Put them all together, and you have a dream team sticky, warm, crispy, cool, creamy, chewy, sugargasm...with banana and coconut, one of nature's most beautiful flavor combinations. 'Nuff said.

So, the big question: whose cuisine reigns supreme???

The big answer: not sure.

Wah wah...Honestly, after having only been to Lotus of Siam once, and eating at Sripraphai semi-religiously about once every other week for the past year and a half or so, I can't even try to give a diplomatic opinion. If Lotus of Siam was in biking distance of my home, I would definitely eat there again. Perhaps as frequently as I eat at Sripraphai. Being that it's not only on the other side of the country, but in Las Vegas, and that I hate Las Vegas...it's definitely an excellent restaurant, and I would most certainly return if I was in the area. Based solely on that 1 visit versus about 50-some visits to Sripraphai: Sripraphai is, in my eyes, THE Best Thai Restaurant in North America.

Sripraphai

6413 39th Ave
Woodside, Queens, NY
(718) 899-9599
[Also at: 280 Hillside Ave
Williston Park, NY]

Lotus of Siam
953 East Sahara Ave
Las Vegas, NV
(702)735-3033

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Food Spreadsheet

I've nerdily been keeping a google doc spreadsheet of restaurants I like and want to go to. It's not all-inclusive, as it mainly started as a list of old favorites and places I wanted to try. Then I started sharing it with friends, and it is slowly evolving into a general list of everything I eat and want to eat, as well as a [hopefully] useful guide for other people who don't have the luxury of time to read food blogs and restaurant reviews all day.

Here it is.

Bold means I've tried it, green means a favorite, and it's all color coded by borough.
I try to keep it updated [more so than this...] so keep checking.
Eat well and enjoy!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Tags

Looking at my 'labels' column on the right over there ----> I am realizing that I have no idea how to use tags/labels. Either that, or I just need more posts, as each label has an average of 1, and a max of 3 related entries.
Best to just ignore those, for now, I guess.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Cookies!

What with school and work and weather and all, I've been in a bit of an eating out rut. Meaning, I've either been eating my homework (as well as serving it to friends), or M and I have been ending up at our usual standbys because we're too wiped to think of a new place, go there, and potentially eat bad food. Thus this eating-out blog is evolving (devolving?) into a random-things-I-have-made-and/or-eaten blog.

This was a slight divergence from cooking recipes straight from class (I mean, one can only eat Poulet Rôti Grand-Mère or Aile de raie à la Grenobloise so many times, am I right). Since we already have parts of both an apple tart and a lemon tart sitting in the fridge, I decided two tarts is enough for one apartment of two people. We needed some cookies up in this @*#&.
I whipped up* some pâte sablée, and made some cute little plum butter shortbread cookies.

* i.e. slaved, sweated, and had just a handful of mini anxiety attacks over

Take that, Pepperidge Farm

More like Pooperidge Farm.

Just kidding, I have nothing against Pepperidge Farm. I've enjoyed many a Mint Milano in my day. But these. These have love, baked right in. Which as everyone knows means butter - obscene amounts of butter.
The plum butter is admittedly out of a jar - some extremely tasty Polish store-bought stuff, that usually goes on my bagels on the weekend. The cookies are delicately sweet, crumbly, and melt-in-your-mouthy.


On a cold rainy day, a warm apartment that smells of butter and sugar, plus a plate of fresh baked cookies - it's what daydreams-whilst-sitting-in-an-over-air-conditioned-office-staring-at-a-computer-screen-and-eating-a-crappy-deli-sandwich are made of.


Yes, M and I are going to be very fat.
Really very large.

More eating out posts to come! I hope! If I don't get too lazy again!

Postscript: I would include the recipe here, but 1.) I'm not sure if it belongs to the school or something, and am not entirely (at all) familiar with the intricacies of copyright laws in blogs, and 2.) it's fairly simple, but there are a lot of places to go wrong that makes it complicated and annoying to write out.
If you are inclined to make them, find a good shortbread recipe (I'd add a dash of lemon zest next time, for zing factor), cut into cute shapes (be sure to include a jam peephole), bake, and smear with jam of choice. Easy!

Postpostscript: I brought some for my friend, Carol: "MMMM! Susan, these are so good...they're like store-bought!!"
Great...thanks, Carol.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Second Chances

One night I went to bed thinking about the overripe persimmon sitting on our countertop.
Slightly drooped, she sat, patiently waiting to join the inevitable resting place for produce whose purposes were never fulfilled - a grocery bag hanging from a cupboard knob.

What to do with this once supple, now sad and slightly shriveled, erstwhile beauty? Surely her soul remained as sweet as in her youth, honey-sweet nectar and want of purpose near bursting from her skin.
She cried to me in my dreams for une raison d'être.

I awoke with a start, and uttered two breathless words: 'persimmon bread.'

[end mawkish over-dramatization]

So, I got up, got the idea to sub in persimmons for bananas (possibly making necessary adjustments for water content) in a banana bread recipe, googled 'best banana bread recipe,' and decided on this one. Then got to work.

But just one, sad, decrepit little persimmon was not going to do. She needed some younger friends to spruce up her image, and help her recall her vitality and worth - Lady Gagas to her Madonna, if you will. (I won't. But I did. Cringe. Too late, can't go back now.)

Luckily the deli around the corner had some on hand, and I picked up these beauts.

Sexy 'simmons

Some whipping, mashing, improvising, and added spices (fresh nutmeg, salt) later...and there it was. Purpose fulfilled.

Reincarnated: Spicy, warm, & gooey

Pretty good for a first try. It was dense and moist (I might have overworked the dough/batter just a touch), with delightfully smushy/chewy bits of persimmon flesh dispersed throughout.
I plan to try again, next time with even more spice (cinnamon? Cardamom?), and maybe a touch of ginger.

M wasn't such a fan to start - his initial remarks were things like, "It's not bad, but you know the reason people make things like banana bread is because the sum is better than the parts. Banana bread is better than a banana, zucchini bread is better than a zucchini..." Right, thanks. (To be fair, he really, really loves persimmons.) But after the bread cooled a bit, and had time to enrich and integrate its flavors, he was won over, too.