Jun 2009

Melesio S. Fresh Fruit – Gilroy

I used to be a fruit fiend. Each day started off with a banana, which was then followed by a mid-morning apple, an orange with lunch, and greens with dinner. I even brought fruits aboard every flight to assure that I’d hit my five-a-day requirement while venturing into different time zones. All was well on the nutrition and fiber front until I lived in Vietnam.

Returning home to waxy American fruits after consuming the freshest, ripest, sweetest mangosteens, sugar apples, and mangoes for a year was heartbreaking. The grass wasn’t just greener on the other side, it was tastier too.

Modern American agriculture mostly depresses me, but sometimes there are sparks of hope. While driving home to Los Angeles from The Bay, I got excited about fruits for the first time in a very long time.

Dotted all along the 152 highway are dozens of fresh fruit stands selling beautiful, perfectly ripe produce. As you can imagine, this stretch of highway smells unbelievably sweet. The Astronomer and I pulled over at Melesio S. Fresh Fruit to scope out their wares.

The freshly picked cherries ($1) and strawberries ($2) tempted us the most. We purchased a basket of each, washed them in a nearby sink, and dug into them as soon as we got in the car.

Enjoying freshly picked fruits at their peak of ripeness must be one of the greatest pleasures ever.

Jun 2009

Ici Ice Cream – Berkeley

On the surface, the cities of Berkeley and Beverly Hills have about as much in common as a series of prime numbers. While the former favors intellectualism and green living, the latter embraces superficiality and surgical enhancements. But scratch beneath the surface, say, at a trendy sweets shop, and it’s apparent that these two cities aren’t very different after all—at least when it comes to sugar fixes.

It was way past nine on a Thursday night when The Astronomer and I, along with my gal pal Maria-Elena, arrived on the Ici scene. We had just finished up a solid dinner at Noodle Theory and were in the mood for a cold and sweet treat. As we approached the tiny storefront and saw a line out the door that stretched fifteen deep, I had flashbacks of my visit to Sprinkles in Beverly Hills. Whereas Sprinkles’ patrons donned Ed Hardy and carried small dogs, the ones at Ici seemed to prefer newborns and North Face fleeces.

It’s comforting to know that the premium desserts hype machine is alive and well in 90210 and 94705.

In addition to the eleven flavors of ice cream, sorbet, and sherbet on offer each day, Ici also sells crunchy nut brittles, homemade marshmallows, cookies, meringues, nougat, and caramels. The selection of sweets is splayed along the front counter to tempt impulse shoppers. The marshmallows looked especially delightful, but I kept my eyes on the prize.

There’s a sign on Ici’s door requesting that each person only sample three flavors due to the large crowds, but I couldn’t make a sound decision without trying five. After hemming and hawing over a couple of so-so, not-so-strange flavors, I eventually settled on a scoop of peach-habanero sorbet ($2.85). Cones, which are hand-rolled and filled with chocolate at the tips, go for 75 cents extra.

I’m a big fan of fruity sorbets paired with spicy chilies. The most recent one I sampled at Bugarini Gelato—strawberries with chilies—was a real treat. Ici’s version packed a lot of heat, which was excellent, but wasn’t the least bit refreshing. The sorbet’s texture was oddly dry and dense, which left me desiring a cold glass of water to wash it all down. I’d like to revisit Ici on a day with more bizarro flavor offerings.

Maria-Elena’s orange chocolate bon bon ($1.75) was way better than my sorbet. The bite-sized square of orange-zested vanilla ice cream, hand dipped in bittersweet chocolate, was nothing short of fantastic.

Ici Ice Cream
2948 College Avenue
Berkeley, CA 94705
Phone: 510-665-6054

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Jun 2009

Noodle Theory – Oakland

Following college, I moved to Oakland to start my first job. It wasn’t an amazing gig by any means, but it put my econ degree to good use and more importantly, allowed me to start bringing home the bacon. After twenty-two years of spending my mama’s chedda, I was long overdue to make some of my own.

As much as I enjoyed crisscrossing The Bay on BART, running around Lake Merritt, and shopping for produce at the Grand Lake Farmers’ Market, the city that Hammer called home never felt like my own. I blame the weather for my lack of affections—fifty-five degree summers and earmuffs at the ballpark kept me from warming up to the city, literally and figuratively. I bounced out of the East Bay shortly after a year.

Even though Oakland turned out to be a poor fit for me, Maria-Elena and Jess, two of my best friends from my East Bay days, still call it home. The Astronomer and I met up with them at Noodle Theory during our recent jaunt up north. The restaurant came highly recommended to us by Jon, The Gourmet Pig.

Noodle Theory is located in Oakland’s Rockridge neighborhood, an idyllic area brimming with great food options. The restaurant is housed in a small wedge of space that seats only twenty-three people. Reservations are not accepted, so our group of four waited fifteen minutes for a table to open up.

While skimming the menu, we nibbled on edamame drizzled with a thick soy glaze and sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Louis Kao, chef and owner of Noodle Theory, draws inspiration from Asian cuisines across the globe and local ingredients. The menu is straightforward—noodles with broth, noodles without broth, and a few dumplings and vegetable sides for good measure.

The Astronomer started off with an order of goat cheese wontons served with a soy and vinegar dipping sauce ($7). The Astronomer was hoping that the wontons would be filled with Yunnan goat cheese and was slightly disappointed when he discovered that it was of the American variety. The golden parcels were delivered warm and tasted better than the sum of their parts.

To start, I chose one of the evening’s specials—grilled Hawaiian butterfish in a wasabi cream sauce with a Hijiki seaweed soba noodle salad ($10). I hardly ever order daily specials, especially after reading Heat, but the word “butterfish” proved too alluring to resist. Eaten separately, the noodles and the fish were balanced and well-seasoned. Taken as a whole, it made little sense why these two items were paired together. The slick noodles failed to gel with the fish or its creamy sauce.

The winning dish of the evening was The Astronomer’s udon noodles with grilled Niman Ranch beef in a coconut lime curry broth ($12). Every element of the dish, from the udon to the beef to the broth, was spectacular. The noodles had the most addicting bite, while the Thai-inspired broth of coconut milk and satay paste brought about a pleasantly tangy spice. The tenderly grilled beef was just gravy, baby. This bowl of noodle soup was the complete package.

For my main, I ordered another item off of the specials menu—pan roasted miso marinated black cod served with garlic shanghai noodles ($16). As was the case with my appetizer, the fish and the noodles didn’t play very nicely together, although they were both fine on their own. In retrospect, I should’ve stuck to the menu mainstays rather than venture into specials territory.

“The theory here is comfort food, pan-Asian-California style. And it works,” writes Carol Ness of the San Francisco Chronicle. To that I’d like to add a caveat—stick to the regular menu and you’ll be as good as gold.

Noodle Theory
6099 Claremont Avenue
Oakland, CA 94618
Phone: 510-595-6988