Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts

Sunday, August 7, 2011

An Interesting Menu

Siem Reap, Cambodia, 8/7/11


Let's review:
  • No pork, so they're potentially going after the Jewish/Hindu/Buddhist/Muslim crowd
  • "Grill Sexy Frog" is the house specialty. It must look like the below images. The risque amphibian is a steal at only $1.50
  • "Red Snapper Cry" for $5. Is that supposed to be snapper "fry"? An abbreviation for snapper curry? One will never know. All I know is that I prefer my fish to be happy, not sad.
  • In case neither of these options impress you, there is always the classic Cambodian entree of Spaghettis "Bolognaise" for $3





I'll Have the Plastic Shard

Siem Reap, Cambodia, 8/7/11

Our final meal together in Cambodia is at Amok, a restaurant named after, and celebrating, the country's national dish. After eating Cambodian BBQ yesterday at restaurant "Cambodia BBQ", it is clear that Siem Reap restaurants could use some creative employees on staff to come up with better names. Amok is located down a hidden alley right in the heart of town. The restaurant is comfortable and beautiful -- walls are painted in burnt orange and decorated with baroque wood carvings. The napkins, tablecloths, and rug are brightly colored with flashy prints. Place mats are made of dark-stained bamboo and the chairs are lavender with neon orange cushions. Plates are beautiful flower-printed blue and white porcelain that would be more at home in Santorini, Greene than Cambodia. Fat candles decorate all the windows and tables, making the Amok feel like a romantic, warm respite from the darkness of its alleyway home. Grammatically defunct signs on the menu remind tourists to "make your stay in Cambodia safe stay" due to filtered ice and "Western standards." The sign also shows the smiling "chef cook" confiding that he "also takes care of your health." 

From website
From Google
From Google

Everyone's favorite "chef cook"

It's late in the evening, so we have the restaurant mostly to ourselves and are dotted on my the solicitous staff. As with yesterday's meals, our group splits into duos, each ordering the degustation (expensive for Cambodia at $10/pp). The platter is even more ornate than at Angkor Palm -- each dish has a specially designed bowl either made out of banana leaf or bamboo, resembling flowers, boats, and petals. In the center of the seven-course platter is a banana leaf cone, a decorative touch to keep the curry below warm. First course is a banana blossom salad with roasted chicken. The blossom resembles emerald spaghetti but has a crunch like green papaya. Mixed with carrots, basil, and a lime vinaigrette, it's bright and refreshing. Second dish is also a salad with lightly poached local Cambodian river fish with long beans, onions, pine nuts, and chilis. Third is a chicken stir fry with whole leaves of basil, onions, peppers, and cashews. The restaurant eponymous dish is available is five different varieties (chicken, beef, pork, fish, tofu) and the menu proudly announces it to be "the best amok in Siem Reap." It is delicious -- hefty filets of catfish in a thick, herbaceous curry stew, with plenty of chilis, mint, basil, roasted onions, and coconut. The dish almost resembles an inverse fried egg - a bright yellow curry surrounding a small white dollop of coconut cream. Although I would give the award for best amok to Angkor Palm, one final taste is necessary before I leave the country as a meal in Cambodia without amok is like a day without sunshine.

One of the dishes of the evening is found to feature a large, sharp piece of plastic. The wait staff is apoplectic over the sight of the foreign material and our pints of Angkor beers are quickly joined by gratis watermelon martinis. As the night wears down, the "chef cook" comes to our table to check on our meal.  His chef's whites and matching hat are basically spotless although it's after 10pm, proving him to be quite a meticulous kitchen overload. He comes bearing a large smile and a large dish of fried bananas with a honey dipping sauce, a dessert he says he is perfecting for the menu. As with all the banana desserts I've eaten around Southeast Asia, they are terrifically juicy and sweet, not even needing the honey sauce. The bananas are followed by a sorbet sampler, with five different flavors served in shot glasses, small pieces of fruit used for identification. The platter includes pineapple, lime, mango, passionfruit, and coconut. We spend the rest of the evening exploring downtown Siem Reap, visiting the terrific night market which takes cement and fish food bags and turns them into bohemian accessories, and closing the night with ice cold pints Angkor Beer drafts.





Psar Chaa district, downtown Siem Reap



Fish-sicles


Fish popsicle in a grocery store in Cambodia

Or maybe I should call it a "fish-sicle" or a "fish-wich." Maybe "frozen fish-fection?"

Either way, they're obviously successful in Cambodia as they've been going strong since 1991.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Let Them Eat Python

Siem Reap, Cambodia, 8/6/11

Does it demonstrate a lack of culture to claim that Cambodian python tastes like chicken? Is my palette juvenile or untrained if I think the Southeast Asian reptile tastes identical to the ubiquitous poultry?

I don't care what critics say, the resemblance is uncanny.


Running Amok

Siem Reap, Cambodia, 8/6/11

I am an absolute champion at sharing food. If collaborating on consuming dishes at a restaurant was a company, I would be CEO. I am someone who does not like to force a decision between sweet and savory at brunch; I must have both. Whether or not you actually want to share. I can think of nothing more boring than dining out and spending the entire meal consuming one single dish, palette so fatigued by the end you can't tell if you ordered fish or chicken pot pie. I feel sharing dishes is such an important part of dining that I secretly judge people who insist on hogging plates to themselves. 

Angkor Palm restaurant in Siem Reap caters to my deepest food sharing fantasies. In front of Amit and I is a shallow hand woven bamboo basket filled with six petite bowls fashioned out of banana leaves, almost as if they were origami. Each is filled with a Khmer specialty. This is Angkor Palm's signature platter ($7/person) and is a food sharing enthusiast's wet dream. First up are fresh (not fried) spring rolls filled with cucumber, lettuce, carrots, bean sprouts, and noodles, and dipped into a sweet vinegar sauce. Second course is a salad of julienned mango and green papaya with smoked fish. The dish is made with vinegar and lime juice and is quite tart, almost like the famous Som Tom, green papaya salad in Thailand, except missing all the spice. Next are fork tender spare ribs, made from locally raised pork. The ribs are roasted with honey, created a crunchy outer crust protecting tender, spicy meat inside. They're similar to the classic Chinese takeout dish, except packed with flavor and not at all dry. Forget Buffalo wings, these sweet and spicy niblets should be the go-to tailgate food.





Amit and I tried Amok the previous night. It's one of the most famous Cambodian dishes, a cousin of Thai green curry. Amok is traditionally made with catfish (Amok Trei), although pork, chicken, shrimp, beef, lobster, or snails can be substituted. The meat is combined with coconut milk, garlic, galangal, lemongrass, caramelized onions, turmeric, paprika, sugar, egg, kaffir lime, chilis, fish sauce and gently steamed in a banana leaf. It's traditionally garnished with a small dollop of coconut cream, as thick as Greek yogurt, and eaten with rice. Amok Trei is traditionally eaten during Cambodia's Water Festival, a celebration of the beauty and biodiversity of the Tonle Sap River. Our first Amok experience was on the Mekong River in Phnom Penh. It was pleasant, albeit more like a watery soup than a curry. In Siem Reap, as the fourth course, it's a revelation. The catfish is fresh and silken, broken up into large fish filets. The bearded fish floats in a thick curry that is herbaceous, slightly spicy and sweet, with strong notes of onion and garlic. As the catfish is extraordinarily fresh and thickly cut, it is not overpowered by the complex curry sauce. The dish is hands down one of top two curries of the trip to date, maybe even the best. It's even better considering the pleasant surroundings of Angkor Palm Restaurant, a cream-colored restaurant, flooded with light, and staffed by a team of professional, genial servers. Amit and I sit in the spacious patio on comfortable padded wicker chairs, reclining as we try to come up with new laudatory adjectives to describe the restaurant's fish Amok.

The following courses are expertly prepared as well but certainly not the miracle of Angkor Palm's Amok Trei. Fifth course is a spicy traditional green curry with chicken, eggplant, long bean, potato and bell pepper. The final savory course is Cha Trorkuon, stir fried morning glory with oyster sauce. It's funny, when I was studying abroad in Australia, the leaders of our residence hall hazed new recruits by making them consume gratuitous amounts of oyster sauce until nausea was induced. So I always have bitter memories when I see the sauce listed on menus. That said, I love oysters in all forms and the concentrated sauce can really elevate an Asian dish if used with a deft hand. In addition to being the name to one of my favorite albums of the 1990s, morning glory is also the nickname of a native Chinese water spinach popular throughout Asia. Unlike traditional spinach, where the stems are typically removed, morning glory has narrow stems and is sauteed and eaten whole. With the oyster sauce and chilis, it's a richly savory dish with hints of spice.


Chinese water spinach, "Morning Glory"

Final course is a cloyingly sweet bowl of roasted bananas resting in a soup of coconut milk and tapioca. It could have been a soup full of razor blades, after that Amok Trei, we could care less.

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Siem Reap is known as the gateway city to the Temples of Angkor. Prior to arriving, most other travelers derided the city as a bit of a dump. However, I enamored with the city the second I arrive. Siem Reap literally means "Defeat of Siam" referring to the centuries old conflict between Cambodia and Siam (modern day Thailand). Today, the city has a low-key charm, with wide cobblestone streets and French and Chinese influenced architecture. Khmer restaurants with large patios pour onto the streets next to craft and fruit vendors. As Angkor Wat is one of the original Wonders of the World, the gateway city is not just backpackers. Rather, grand luxury hotels are found just down the street from the dorm rooms. One in particular is an entire hotel with only one suite (maybe on my honeymoon).

Amit, Louise, Elaine and I are staying at OK 1 Villas, five minutes outside of town. As with Hostel 88, this hotel is uncomfortably luxurious compared to most of my trip's dorms and sweltering bug-infested private rooms. Our spacious room has two king sized beds with silk sheets, gold throw pillows, a marble en suite bathroom, a desk, armoire, and large windows with velvet drapes ($24/night or $6/person). The penthouse of the hotel has a pool, picnic tables, and hammocks.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Around Phnom Penh

Phnom Penh, 8/5/11

Royal Palace



Pigs ears in the night market

Barbecued quail

Quail

Nom

Fried chicken

Chili pepper shrimp with lettuce and mint

Cambodian children in the night market

View from our tuk-tuk


"Dry" Shrimp Curry (meaning no coconut milk)


Note: Some photos from Elaine

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Oodle Your Noodle

Ho Chi Minh City, 8/2/11 - 8/3/11

I meet Yom and Ashley for a big bowl of Pho at Pho Hao, recommended by 1,000 Things To Do Before You Die. The book is almost entirely devoted to key places to visit and adventures to conquer around the world, but surprisingly recommends checking out a tiny hole-in-the-wall noodle soup shop in the Southern Vietnamese city.

Mixed meat pho at Pho Hoa



The signature soup combines brisket, flank steak, pork balls, tripe, thick rice noodles, and a rich broth. Ashley and I share a large bowl, adding in lettuces, fresh herbs, chilis, garlic, fresh lime and dipping in large fried dough breadsticks. The three-story restaurant is quite busy although it's late in the afternoon. What it lacks in atmosphere (bright fluorescent lights, plastic tables and chairs) it makes up with its food. The broth has a deep flavor of pork and slightly spicy and bright due to the lime and chilis. We eat it alongside steamed buns stuffed with roasted pork and hardboiled egg. The pho is so delicious that after Ashley and I polish off our large bowl I grab ahold of whatever isn't finished at the table.

The next day, I'm exploring Ho Chi Mihn City, including the Opera House, Reunification Palace (Independence Palace), Notre Dame Cathedral, and Ben Thahn Market. Lunch is more noodle soup at Pho 2000, where President Clinton dined more than a decade ago. The restaurant is covered in photos of Clinton with the staff, eating noodle soup, and waving to fans. Big magenta signs outside the restaurant exclaim they serve "Pho for the President."

Live crabs at Ben Trahn Market



Renumification Palace
Helicopter on top of the palace

Notre Dame Cathedral

Singing outside the National Opera House



Sunday, July 31, 2011

Final Meal in Nah Trang

Nah Trang, Vietnam, 7/31/11

My final meal in Nah Trang continues the Vietnamese trend of cooking your own food. All seven of us are gathered around a long table at Lac Cahn Restaurant, decorated with three piping hot charcoal grills. Each resembles oversized versions of the grills that sat in the center of Pu Pu Platters that I loved as a kid. We drink San Miguel beer and eat appetizers of spinach sauteed with garlic and fried rice with mixed seafood. For the main course, we grill chicken, flank steak, and pork loin, each of which has been marinated in chilis, soy, ginger, garlic, and rice vinegar. The meal is fresh, cheap, and delicious. Plus, due to my close proximity to the grill, I can ensure that no absentminded tablemates grill the steak beyond medium rare. Such a crime would be worthy of electrocution.





I toast everyone goodbye as the Golden Girls are staying on the beach for another four days, while the remaining group wants one more beach day and will meet me in Saigon.

As for the lovely and beguiling British Trifecta, my travel partners for nearly all of Vietnam, it's not really goodbye. Not really the end. If not far sooner, I will see you in another life, [sisters].

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Get Muddy with Me

Nah Trang, Vietnam, 7/30/11

It's pouring rain and Louise and I are sitting in the mud pits with a twenty-five person Vietnamese family celebrating their reunion. They laugh, make small talk, and pour mud over our heads. Every time we utter something in English it's met with the roar of two-dozen Vietnamese vacationers howling in laughter. Even though we're quite sure they do not understand a word we're saying. Louise and I were expecting thick Woodstock-style mud when I read about the pits, but the consistency more closely resembles dirty dish water. No bother, it's a great way to wait out the rain and we've become honorary members of this extended family who came to Nah Trang from two hours away. The young females in the family stare at me with hungry eyes and keep touching my shoulder even though I can't properly respond to their leading questions. I think they would gladly drown Louise in the mud and steal me for themselves, but it is really impolite to snog foreigners whilst cavorting in muddy water with one's family members in the pouring rain.





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