Oct 2009

Rush Street – Los Angeles (Culver City)

Brunch is a meal that I often claim to love, but when it comes to actually getting out to experience it, staying up late the night before and lazing the day away always seems to win out. Not to mention that the brunching options in my neighborhood are mediocre at best. Now, if I lived down the street from Ad Hoc or AMMO, that’d be a different story. An invitation to scope out the “Ultimate Hangover” brunch with brats, beers, and boisterous bloggers at Culver City’s Rush Street was just the incentive I needed to get me back to brunching. Oh, and promises of bottomless mimosas too!

Inspired by the famous Chicago strip, Rush Street combines California style with Midwestern sensibilities. The spacious restaurant boasts two floors, two bars, two patios, and one very inviting stripper pole. The vibe here is fun, unpretentious, and welcoming.

Rush Street is also the unofficial meet-up location for fans of Chicago’s professional and collegiate sports teams. On the Saturday morning that we visited, Northwestern alums dressed up in all sorts of purple regalia were cheering on their team in the second floor lounge. Seeing nerdy Northwestern kids getting hyped up about football kind of made me wish that Swarthmore hadn’t canceled it after my freshman year. Wah wah.

Every Saturday and Sunday Rush Street offers a crowd-pleasing brunch menu from 9 AM to 3 PM. Endless mimosas can be had for $20 ($7 for one), while bottomless build-your-own Bloody Marys go for $20 ($10 for one). The DIY Bloody Mary station included a selection of gourmet olives and pickled vegetables, ten kinds of hot sauces, three kinds of tomato juices, and traditional seasonings and garnishes. Both The Astronomer and I went with flutes of fizzy mimosa.

As we sipped our beverages on the front patio, we dug into some of the finest spuds in town—from left to right—sweet potato fries ($7), truffle asiago fries ($7), and barbecue dusted tater tots ($7). The truffle-infused shoestrings were moreish to the extreme.

For the next part of the Rush Street brunch experience, our group moved into the main dining room. The Astronomer and I teamed up with Anjali of Delicious Coma to share our entrees in order to experience as much of the menu as possible.

Anjali’s cinnamon pecan Belgian waffles ($12) arrived doused in maple syrup and whipped cream. By the time I got around to sampling it, the copious amounts of cream and syrup had taken their toll; the once crisped-edged and chewy waffle had transformed into a sponge. Syrup on the side, please.

The Astronomer’s caramelized onion, pancetta, fig, and goat cheese pizza ($12) sounded promising, but it ended up tasting too sweet. I loved the combination of flavors on the pie, but the ratios of each ingredient needed to be slightly tweaked with stronger savory notes.

Anjali and I agreed that the fried egg sandwich ($11) was the best item of the morning. Smothered between two slices of toasted Parmesan crusted sourdough, the fried eggs mingled harmoniously with three kinds of melted cheese, pancetta, and tomatoes. A simple dish done very well.

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Rush Street
9546 Washington Boulevard
Culver City, CA 90232
Phone: 310-837-9546

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Rush Street in Los Angeles

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Oct 2009

Border Grill – Los Angeles (Santa Monica)

In a city where food bloggers are spoiled with meals out on the town nearly every night of the week, it’s rare that I attend an event so seriously kick ass that I wake up the following day with a goofy grin permanently planted across my face. The morning after, or more accurately the afternoon after, attending last week’s margarita dinner at Border Grill in Santa Monica, I was smiling from ear to ear. I had so much fun.

Border Grill, chefs Mary Sue Milliken and Susan Feniger‘s upscale, modern Mexican food restaurant, hosts margarita dinners several times a year. The event I attended was a four-course affair featuring five different margaritas made with Tequila Corralejo. The cost was $45 per person, or $38 for Border Grill Locals Club members. The Astronomer and I attended the dinner as guests of the restaurant. Lucky, lucky us.

The vibe at Border Grill is colorful in every sense of the word. Every inch of space from floor to ceiling is painted in vibrant and bold hues. As someone who lists “bright colors” as an interest on her Facebook profile, you bet your boots I was digging the “urban cantina” atmosphere.

The Astronomer and I were seated at a large communal table, one of five set up in the main dining room for the event. To my left were two fun kids on their seventh date, and to my right were a group of three Border Grill regulars, or rather Mary Sue and Susan regulars. They’ve been fans of the Two Hot Tamales since their City Cafe days. With tequila flowing freely, we were all BFFs by the end of the night.

First up in the drinks department was a classic margarita served in a salt-rimmed glass. The drink went down fast and smooth.

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Oct 2009

Momofuku Milk Bar – New York City

MOMOFUKU MILK BAR

On my long list of culinary loves, kooky sweets ranks somewhere near the top. While most would flinch at the notion of pairing black olives with beer or rosemary with apricots when it comes to desserts, I gravitate toward these unusual combinations whenever they are presented.

Momofuku Milk Bar, the lone confectionery in Chef David Chang’s East Village empire, specializes in classic baked goods turned upside down. Just how unusual are the offerings here? One of the most popular items on the menu is something called a Crack Pie™. It’s so famous that it’s trademarked.

MOMOFUKU MILK BAR

Connected to Momofuku Ssam Bar by a short hallway, the Milk Bar consists of an open kitchen to the left  and a series of glass cases lined with baked goods toward the front. The austere and chair-less space lacks the warmth of a neighborhood bakery, which is disappointing but not surprising considering the aesthetic of Chef Chang’s other Momofuku outlets (See: Ssam Bar and Noodle Bar).

MOMOFUKU MILK BAR

I was this close to ordering a slice of the Crack Pie™, but then remembered my personal policy against eating foods that are referred to as crack or crack-like. Blame it on D.A.R.E. After I passed on the toasted oat crust with gooey butter filling, also known as crack cocaine in pie form, The Astronomer chose the blueberry pie. The Astronomer loves berries.

MOMOFUKU MILK BAR

The sour cream-tinged slice ($5.25) came topped with corn streusel. One bite of our chilled treat and we realized that it only resembled pie in appearance. Composition-wise—cookie crust, jammy filling, and crumbly topping—this baby was all bar. Bars are nice and all, but we were hoping for some warm and fruity pie.

MOMOFUKU MILK BAR

The best item I tasted at Milk Bar was the sweet and salty cucumber soft serve. I would’ve gotten a whole serving of this weirdly delicious flavor, but it was rainy out, and my California blood couldn’t handle a shock to the core.

Momofuku Milk Bar
207 2nd Avenue
New York, NY 10003
Phone: 212-254-3500