Wednesday, September 2, 2009

The Malta Food Experiment

So our Honeymoon was set for Malta.

Why Malta, you may ask?

Well, we wanted something different, with nice weather and historic things to visit.  Located in the middle of the Meditaranean Sea, Malta seemed perfect. And it was relatively easy to get to, Ottawa-Frankfurt-Malta and hop!

Food in Malta is not renowned as gourmet cuisine, but it is reasonably priced and there are plenty of locations to choose from. Foreign influences still play a major role in the local cuisine. The islands’ proximity to Sicily leads inevitably to many pasta dishes and pizzerias; the Brits also left their mark - fish and chips, obviously.  The Mediterranean stamp is there, with olive oil being omnipresent, and fresh vegetables, such as tomatoes and green peppers, are commonly used. Fresh fish is easily found and proudly offered.  Abundant, it comes poached, steamed, braised or grilled.

The national  dish of Malta is fried rabbit. But you can also find rabbit in stews and in pasta. Interestingly enough, we failed to see any rabbits around the islands. Another regional meat dish is bragioli. It is made with thin slices of beef wrapped round a minced meat, egg and bacon stuffing.

Other local delicacies include Gbejna, a sheep’s milk cheese, served either fresh or half-dried. It comes from Gozo, it looks like boccocinni, but it is much more firm. Also, the Maltese bread, called Hobz, is very crusty on the outside and soft on the inside, and is heavily consumed on the islands. Ftira is another bread, higher end, denser.

After visiting Malta’s National War Museum and walking around the city, it was time for lunch.  We picked Cocopazzo, a small place, located on Triq Nofs in-Nhar, which was recommended in our guidebooks. We were not disappointed.  We were hungry early, so the place was not really busy.  Colourful, cozy, unpretentious, with great service and great food.

From left to right:  Cocopazzo’s cozy atmosphere; complimentary bread pieces, oven-toasted with herbs and olive oil; we shared some delicious rabbit stuffed ravioli to start; I went for the mixed fish grill (red snapper filet, tuna filet, swordfish, shrimp - quite dense) served with fresh vegetables, 20€ ; Melissa went for the fried calamari on a bed of greens, fresh and tender, 13€; and it all came with a side of steamed vegetables, more food than we could consume.

Our second meal out, the next day, was after a 10 km walk, from Sliema’s waterfront back to Valletta, through Gzira, Ta’ Xbiex, Msida, Pieta’, Hamrun and Floriana.  It was a long walk under the baking sun of Malta, and we were ready for something civilized. We just happened to end up in front of Valetta’s 5 star hotel, the Phoenicia, so we went in to enjoy lunch on The Phoenix’s terrace, which had a nice view of  some of Valletta’s fortification system.

I went for the classic Maltese Ftira, left, another local bread. Totally mediterranean,  with tuna, onions, capers, tomatoes and black olives.  Plenty of olive oil to bring everything together.  It came with a little basket of potato chips and a mini-salad, for 7€.  Melissa picked the Chicken Baguette, garnished with bacon and smoked cheddar.  It was served with a mediterranean salad for 8.50€.  Despite the 5 stars, and sharing the terrace with Ladies and Gentleman directly out of Falcon Crest, this was a nice lunch and not too pricey.

That night, after a romantic dinner in our apartment, we decided to wander down to the Marsamxett Yacht Club, which was calling on us with its bright flashing lights.  Great thing was, their was soccer on and they had a big screen outdoors to broadcast  Malta’s BOV Premier League games.

The soccer wasn’t memorable, and it wasn’t live, so the fans weren’t too excited as they knew the results.  What was exciting however, was the FREE CHICKEN WINGS!! and the tomato, olives and onions covered and smothered bread that came along.  Similar to bruschetta, but so different at the same time.  The wings were not saucy, just a subtle spice and herb blend, and they were also whole, nothing removed.

Malta doesn’t have a lot of sandy beaches, but there are a few, which of course are very popular. But frankly, so are the lidos and rock beaches.  But we decided to walk along the sea all the way from the Ferry terminal in Sliema to St. George’s Bay. Now, It’s not a natural sand beach, but we didn’t mind.  After the very long walk along the beautiful shore, we were quite hungry.  We needed to cool down too.  So we decided to skip the AC-less tourist trap right by the beach and kept walking towards the Corinthia Hotel.

There was a lot of choices at the Corinthia - the place is huge.  However, most of them were either too busy, too expensive, too closed or simply too uninspiring.  So we ended up joyfully at Henry J. Beans Bar and Grill. Melissa described the place as a British being American joint.  But hey, it was quiet, it had AC, cold beer, and friendly staffers.

I was at first tempted by The Challenge. Henry J. Beans was asking me, directly: “Are you man enough?
Half-grilled chicken.  8oz rump steak. A full rack of ribs.  For a meagre 40€.
I failed to rise to The Challenge.  Apparently, my wife believes I had nothing to prove.  That’s my spin anyway.

So I went for the full Rackin’ Ribs - 14€.  To be healthy, I asked for baked potatoes instead of fries, but these were smothered in butter and salt.  There was coleslaw on the side, a tad watery.  The ribs were tender, the sauce, inoffensive but still correct.  Mel picked the Chickel Schnitzel, I guess to have a comparable for our upcoming stop in Frankurt.  Here came two pieces of breaded chicken breast, which were tender and crispy, and all the fixings, served on a panini-style rustic bread, for 11.50€.  She asked for the fries, which were classic british-style chips, thick, golden, starchy.

Malta being an archipelego, we had to go on a cruise.  And who says cruise says food and drinks.  So we boarded the Atlantis, operated by Captain Morgan Cruises for a cruise around Malta, with a stop at Comino in the Blue Lagoon.

Along with the cruise, they promised a delicious Cold Buffet consisting of a selection of cold meat cuts, 8 different salads, fresh fruits, maltese bread and local wine.

The selection of cold cuts was interesting, and certainly better than we expected.  I could not find 8 salads, but it was relatively good and fresh.  Talking of fresh, the available fruit - no so - was the orange.  The wine was in a fountain and was not the highlight of the cruise, that’s for sure.  But hey, it was included, so I had a few glasses.

We mostly had light breakfasts at our place.  I could add watching the sun rise, but that wouldn’t be credible.

But one morning, we decided to go out and find some breakfast.  A few steps from our appartment, up on Old Theatre Street, was a small Italian place called Primavera Cafe.  We arrived just before the mid-morning rush, and were served quicky.  I picked a classic italian rice ball, with a bolognese filling.  It was rich, the texture was fantastic.  It came with potato chips, which was weird, and a small salad with corn.   Mel went for a grilled breakfast sandwich, with egg, cheese and pancetta and it was also very good.  She did enjoy her coffee too.  As you can see, it was smiling at her.

One of our side trips included a trip to the medieval fortified city of Mdina, Malta’s old capital, and its suburb Rabat.  The Maltese fortifications are in mint conditions, there are some roman ruins right outside the walls, and there are catacombs.  Everything to make us hungry.  So once we had contemplated St. Paul’s Cathedral in Rabat long enough, we walked into The Grotto Tavern.

We were the last ones in for the lunch hour, and the franco-maltese couple happily served us.  It is a self-described Franco-Maltese restaurant, but it clearly has Italian influences.  The main rooms in the restaurant are neat and cozy, rustic french furniture and decorations.  Old French music was playing in the background.  The Lady owner brought us down to the actual grotto, which they use as a wine cellar.  Classic. The Gentillhomme owner has his own show on Maltese TV.

I had the Bragioli.  It came with french fries, which were hot and crispy.  The Bragioli was interesing.  Tasty thin slices of beef wrapped round ground beef, a hard boiled egg and some bacon, served in a rich tomato sauce garnished with green peas.  It reminded me of my mother’s Gibelotte - which is not at all what the traditionnal Gibelotte is supposed to be, but nevermind.  Melissa went for the Calabrese Pizza.  Big pieces of spicy Italian sausages on a very decent pie.  The cheese was stringy with a hint of sweetness.  Overall, a must if you are in Rabat.

Malta has a rich military history, forts, watchtowers, museums, etc…  We usually avoided to eat on location, but on this day it simply didn’t work out.  We ended up grabbing lunch at Fort Rinella, a British Colonial Strongpoint which claims to have the largest cannon in the world.

A couple of ham and cheese sandwich, lots of bread, real cheddar cheese, fresh tomatoes, lots of bread, and we added mayo and mustard to help with the lots of bread.  Not that the bread was dry, it was actually quite fresh.  But there was lots of bread.  On the side, Melissa was quite excited to see that they were selling Walkers, a british brand of potato chips. I went for the Ready Salted, she picked Cheese & Onion.  I didn’t find them exciting, correct but not memorable. We grabbed a couple of muffins as part of the combo, and with a drink, it costed us a little over 10€.  Not bad at all.

The Valletta Waterfront is a very touristic area, so we basically avoided it.  It is where the big cruise ships arrive, unload, and where the tourists walk 50 feets and stop to enjoy this string of made-for-toursit shops, restaurants and night clubs. They set their traps in the nineteen historical 250-year-old sumptuous warehouses.  “The Valletta Waterfront… Yours to Discover.”

The first time we walked on the promenade, though, I couldn’t help but notice of piece of marketing from Browns: “Probably the best steak in Malta.”  We had to go.  So we did.  Browns is located in Vault 13 and is the latest addition to the Valletta Waterfront.  The interior is basically a two storey dance club, so we decided to sit outside, right by the water-taxi station.  We had a great view of the Grand Harbour and Fort St. Angelo.

We couldn’t pass on the Maltese Ravioli stuffed with goat cheese and served with tomato sauce.  The goat cheese was mild, but thankfully the tomato sauce was not overpowering.  The ravioli were well cooked, and the garnish was fresh.  As a main, Melissa went for the Tagliata di Manzo, sliced beef served with rosemary, pepper balls and a hint of olive oil. The meat was delicious, very powerful flavour and cooked perfectly.  It came with fries, thick but crispy, and a small garden salad.

As for me, well, I went for probably the best steak in Malta.  The Beef Fillet Special Browns:

There you have it.
A superb beef filet, I would estimate it at 20 oz. Topped with bacon, mushrooms and mozzarella.
This was definitely the  best steak I had in Malta.  Tender meat, done medium-rare as requested, with crispy bacon, tasty mushrooms and plenty of mozzarella to finish it all. The sides were overshadowed by this majestic piece of beef.  As soon as I finished it, the wife solemnly announce that I was going off red meat for the month of September. I was too full to protest.

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Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Wedding Edition

So The Waffle tied the knot.  

My apologies to the many Broken Hearts out there who are devastated for not being the lucky one.

Many readers, notably Andrea C. and Kayle H.,  called on The Waffle to review his own wedding dinner.
 
Although he irritated the bride slightly by taking pictures of the food, The Waffle is happy to oblige. One doesn’t marry The Waffle without marrying his thousands of fans.

The wedding was celebrated on the shore of Lac Leamy, in the Hull sector of Gatineau, a stone’s throw from the Casino.  The reception was held on site, in a neat little French place called Bistro Le St-Eloi.

The friendly staff kicked off the dinner part by serving a soup, a potage of vegetables.
The concoction was heavy on tomatoes, but you could definitely taste red peppers as well.  Nicely spicy, they finished it off with a few bits of chives. It was quite smooth, not bland at all.  Delicious.

Next came their salad, called Méli-Mélo because it involved a mix of greens and lettuces, with some garden vegetables.

As with most restaurants, it was a bit heavy on the dressing, but nothing overwhelming since the dressing was not powerful in flavour.

3 mains’ were offered by the Bride and Groom:

34 went for the Bride’s pick, a Chicken Breast stuffed with Merguez, accompanied by Bell Peppers.

The chicken was tender and juicy, and the merguez was mild in order not to offend the delicate palates.

32 selected the Groom’s choice, a Veal Cutlet with Asparagus.

The veal was very tender, the asparagus adding some crunchy-moisture, a combination that worked very well.  The sauce finished the dish perfectly, adding an extra touch of depth to it all.  Quite satisfying.

25 decided to go with the Sole and Shrimp combination, served with rice.

The sole was cooked perfectly. I mean perfectly.  There was a hint of spice which worked great with the fish.  There could have been more shrimp, but overall the balance wasn’t bad.  The sauce was present as a very subtle finishing touch, to add some moisture to the dish.

Every main was served with a piece of corn on the cob on the side.  The corn was fresh, juicy and quite a nice addition to the meal.

2 had vegetarian restrictions and were served some vegetarian stuff that the Waffle didn’t and wouldn’t try.  

3 were young enough to be able to pick from the kids’ menu.

And for dessert, we had a magnificient wedding cake made by Judy Randall as a favour to the newly weds.  One of the best researchers the NDP has ever had on staff, she put a lot of effort and energy into creating a delicious chocolaty masterpiece.

Overall, a great dinner.  Kudos to Gilles, Camille and all the staff at Le St-Eloi for their part in making the evening memorable.

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Fish and Cheap

As we were getting closer to hfx09, I was sent on a pre-convention tour on the South Shore of Nova Scotia.

The obligatory first stop was at the Halifax Stanfield International Airport.  I was a little annoyed because even though my Air Canada flight had landed 5 minutes ahead of schedule, we sat on the tarmac for 45 minutes as we waited for a free gate and a free ground crew.  Still, I had a few hours before the boss landed, and so I decided that lunch was the next obligatory stop since it was past noon and Air Canada no longer feeds people on their flights.

Choice is limited at the Halifax Airport, so I settled for the Maritime Ale House. Operated by HMS Host, the MAH is an ode to the Molson Brewery.  Available beers on tap are all Molson products.  

The place was busy but not packed.  I settled for a seat at the bar, a prime location to see the staff in action and watch some tennis.

I peered quickly at the menu, and decided quickly - I picked the Fish & Chips. What else for a first meal in Nova Scotia?

Two big pieces of haddock soon arrived.  The batter was crisp, was holding together nicely, and it was not too greasy.  The fish was not overcooked, still flaky, not dry but not dripping with oil either. The tartar sauce that came with it was not up to the task however - too creamy, bland, boring. 

The chips were also a disappointment.  Frozen-type, they were not very crispy and not very warm. They were edible - but frankly, the fish deserved a much better partner.

With a pint of Rickard’s Red, this meal costed me $22, including taxes but before tip.

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

A brunch turned into vinegar.

One great thing about a night out and about is to recover the next day with brunch.

Sadly, there is a lot of uneducated restaurant owners and managers who somehow believe that brunch is just a fancy breakfast.

It isn’t.

When people go for brunch, they are looking for breakfast and lunch at the same time. 
BReakfast.  lUNCH. BR + UNCH = BRUNCH.

See?

A restaurant that respects its clientèle should not advertise a brunch menu if said brunch menu offers only breakfast items and variations on the same theme.  A restaurant that respects its clientèle understands that a normally constituted person cannot sustain themself until dinner with an 11 am yogurt and granola.

Fortunately for me, we ended up at a location that understands:  the Irish Embassy Pub and Grill

Set in a splendid old bank building built in the 1800s located in the heart of the Financial District, and only minutes away from the Rogers Centre, the Irish Embassy is usually very busy with business crowds during the work week.  I have had lunch there a couple of times, and it was always buzzing.  

Not so much at brunch hour.  The place opens only at 11 am, so we waited not-so-patiently for them to open their doors.  First in, we sat comfortably in a corner and ordered a couple of brunch drinks.  Cider for me.

We looked at their brunch menu, which is a real one:

Some classic breakfast items, like pancakes, eggs Benedict and of course the classic Irish Breakfast. 
You could also find, randomly, salads, a burger, a wrap, a curry, crab cakes, quiches, and a stew.

I decided to open the hostilities with their soup of the day: A Corn Chowder.  I love corn, and when nicely done, this soup is very smooth, creamy, a sunny concoction with a zing.

This was a pretty good chow-daaah. There were nice chunks of corn, bits of red pepper, the zing was provided by fresh herbs and a generous helping of cracked black pepper. The portion, however, was a bit small, especially considering the 5 bucks I had to cough up for it.

I was hoping the portion would be better with my main course - the classic Steak and Eggs.

And it was sufficient.  I got my eggs scrambled, which is the only decent way to eat eggs.  Made with three fresh eggs, they were pretty good, not too dry.  They could have used more butter, but no real complaint.  The home fries were delicious - huge chunks, crispy outside, tender inside.  The steak was a AAA Angus 6oz NY striploin, grilled medium rare as I had asked.  It was very lightly seasonned, which is the thing to do when you serve it beside eggs.  The fruits were not super fresh and were kind of irrelevant.

Jean-Charles, always classy, decided to go with the Fish and Chips.  Two huge filets of Haddock arrived.

The Kilkenny battered fish were flaky, steamy, chunky.  All around well done.  The homemade tartar sauce that came with it was an excellent complement to the deep fried delicacy. 

Dominic decided to go for something sweet - he ordered the Blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage.

Now, Dominic had to return his pancakes.  Why?  What went wrong?  I can hear you eagerly ask.
You were not as eager to find out as the staff when we waived at them.

I’ll let you read the transcript:

11:23:12  The waitress: “Don’t worry, it’s an honest mistake. It happens.”
11:23:17  The Waffle:    “No, it doesn’t happen.”
11:23:21  The waitress:  “Yes, you are right, it never happened.”

Hillarity ensued.  Still clueless?  Let me rewind the tape further:

11:22:44  Dominic: “I’m really sorry, I made a mistake.  I thought this was Maple Syrup and I’ve put it on my pancakes.”

Hillarity ensued. 

What?  Still confused?  Let me rewind the tape further:

11:18:23  Dominic:     “What is in the bottle?”
11:18:26  The Waffle:  ”It’s vinegar.”
11:18:28  Dominic:      ”Ah.”

Hillarity soon ensued when Dominic received his pancakes and just assumed that The Waffle was either lying or simply dead wrong.  In the bottle, it must not be vinegar, he thought, but additional maple syrup for his pancakes.  Which he then happily splashed on his Blueberry pancakes. 

And this is how Dominic was inducted into the Irish Embassy Hall of Shame. 

If you drop by (and I encourage you to, considering the qualifty of the fare, the prime location and the quality of the beer list), and if you are served by Erin, be sure to mention the story.  We can still hear the laughter from the kitchen when she brought back the plate to the cooks and explained why.

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Friday, July 10, 2009

On the way back from Guinea

It is often said that airplane food is terrible.  It most often is.

Unless you fly First or Business class, domestic flights are indeed feeding you badly, and most often you have to pay extra for it.

But one airline does understand that a nice flight includes a nice meal - no matter where you sit.

Air France.

Here is what the tray looked like when it appeared in front of me:

The menu was printed as follows:

Meal Service

Tabbouleh with tuna

Choice of main course
Curried chicken accompanied by rice with raisins
-or-
Filet of barracuda with sorrel and mushrooms, dauphinoise potatoes au gratin

Cheese

Fruit salad

Crème caramel

Coffee and tea

Beverages

Apéritifs
Upon request

Champagne
Jacquart Brut Mosaïque

White Wine
Vin de Pays d’Oc Chardonnay 2008 La Baume

Red Wine
Vin de Pays d’Oc Merlot Cabernet Sauvignon 2008 La Baume

Beer
Heineken

Mineral Water

Soft Drinks
Schweppes (Indian Tonic)
Schweppes (Agrum’)
Pepsi
Pepsi Max
7up

Fruit Juice
Fruité

Coffee and Tea
Nescafé

Brandy and Liqueur

This was probably the best meal I’ve ever had on a commercial flight.

Even though the tabbouleh was low on parsely and mostly made of couscous, and the tuna was from a can, it was not bad.  The baracuda was tender and moist, the potatoes were nicely done. The cheese, a camembert from Président, was half-decent, the bread was fresh, the fruits were alright, and the crème caramel was not the worst I’ve ever had.

All in all, a very decent meal.

Which is a good thing, considering the long layover I had at Charles-de-Gaule. Exhausted, I could not sustain myself in the Food Court, which was closed, and could not bring myself to indulge in caviar from one of the Expensive Duty Free Stores in Terminal 2E.

I had the choice between an Illy coffee shop and an Exki outlet.  I hesitated, passing the time reading, playing some games on the courtesy PS3 machines in the terminal or on my own PSP, and even was able to get some micro-sleep. After hesitating, I finally settled for the Belgian chain.

Exki’s philosophy is to serve high-qualiy fast food, “offering natural fresh produducts (sic) at all the times of the day.”  Their motto? “Natural, Fresh, Ready.”

Their fare is simple: salads, sandwiches, soups.  They claim not to use any additives, and some of their products are organic, such as their bread.

I decided to go with something simple, so I picked the Louise from their Vitalis selection , which was only 376 calories: homemade cooked ham and gouda cheese, served with a honey mustard dressing on an organic bread made with Malt.  The bread was of a very good quality, with nice tasty flakes of cereal.  The ham was also very good, nice and thick.  They were a bit cheap on the cheese, and they could have added more honey mustard as the sandwich was a tad dry.  Thankfully, I had a Coca-Cola to help me out.

Even by airport standards, at 9.60 Euros, this was a pricey meal.


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