Showing posts with label Neal Bodenheimer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neal Bodenheimer. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Victory in 1812

Beetin the Lime at Victory.
The month of the cocktail was widely celebrated in the July issue of OffBeat Magazine.  In this month's Eats Review, we take a look at Victory, an under the radar CBD watering hole which delivers first class cocktails.

Daniel Victory made a name for himself mixing up drinks at the Ritz-Carlton before opening his eponymous cocktail lounge with co-proprietor Andrew Emery. Victory sits on a lackluster block of Baronne Street just a few steps from office towers filled with thousands of cubicle dwellers who are in great need of an evening cordial to help wind down after the office grind. Cocktails at Victory begin with a complimentary tasting of the daily special, which on multiple occasions was so enjoyable that I ordered the same for my second and third rounds. The barkeeps are adept at attaining balance in a glass, and trusting their abilities is a sure path to refreshment. Read more about Victory in our full Eats Review online.

Two hundred years ago this past April, Louisiana was granted statehood. Ever wonder what life in New Orleans was like in 1812? The prospect of a hot July day without air conditioning is enough historical reenactment to dismiss any visions of grandeur from my mind. But forever the optimist, Rene instead looks at the glass half full (only because he drank the other half) by embarking on an examination of what drinks New Orleanians toasted with 200 years ago. He gets a little help from Neal Bodenheimer (of Bellocq and Cure) and cocktail aficionado Wayne Curtis, who explain that celebrations in New Orleans back then were not all that different from today.

Photo by renee b. photography.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Have Five Daiquiris?

Trust me on this. Today's post was going to be epic showcasing a list of unofficial Jazz Fest cocktails I made last Saturday on those hallowed grounds. But then Wayne Curtis had to go and write about making cocktails for a Bruce Springsteen flyover. Anything you would have read here would have paled in comparison.

Instead we cycle back to a rum cocktail which has sneaked its way into my rotation. I can't say this is an upsetting development. The daiquiri, when made correctly, is the apotheosis of Caribbean drinking. There is sugar, rum, and limes, all necessary ingredients if you wish to avoid scurvy or an afternoon conference call. And as the expression goes, when Ron Jeremy gives you rum, you make daiquiris.  


This daiquiri came about when I found myself with a sizable amount of lemongrass (a story for another day). A lemongrass simple syrup seemed to make sense. The suggestion of a daiquiri made with that simple syrup from Neal Bodenheimer made even more sense. Many tests later here is the proportion for what I consider a damn fine daiquiri. The drink is bright and fresh with a stripper dust finish. I have been drinking these for about two weeks now. Not continuously, of course. 

Ron's Asian Fetish Daiquiri

1 cup sugar, 1 cup water into a sauce pan over very low heat. Stir until all the sugar is combined. Add two stalks of beaten (it releases the oils) and chopped lemongrass. Let steep for twenty minutes. Strain.

4 oz Ron de Jeremy (any dark rum will do)
2 oz lemongrass simple syrup
1 oz fresh squeezed lime juice (about one lime)

Combine the above in a mixing glass over ice. Shake for thirty seconds and strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Or put it on the rocks, Captain Schettino. 

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Date Night: Lee Circle Edition

Please welcome the newest series on Blackened Out: Date Night. Should be pretty self-explanatory.  We all get stuck in ruts and end up going to the same three places, but every now and then it is time to do something different. Hence the need for another soon to be abandoned series. 

A hotel has anchored the French Quarter segment of Lee Circle for years. Recently, the space was re-anointed as the Hotel Modern. But this time the ownership group had the good sense to bring in some bait for locals and tourists alike. That bait takes the form of Bellocq and Tamarind from Neal Bodenheimer & Co. and Dominique Macquet, respectively.

A good date night usually starts with drinks at the bar. Bellocq's sumptuous lounge has a timeless quality with thick fabrics, rich colors, and subdued music. The drink of choice here is the cobbler, an old standby from the days when Lee was on horseback. The concept of a cobbler is simple: crushed ice, fruit, booze, and a touch of sugar. The result is a refreshing and near perfect drink for food. The two cobblers we sampled were both made with fortified wine, but the standout was a sip of spring with Lillet, strawberries, lemon juice, and sugar. These drinks could become habit forming.

After a few cobblers and conversation, head over to Tamarind. The room is divided into an upper and lower section. The lower section is where the action is at with large windows that look out onto likely the only traffic circle with stop lights. Avoid the upper unit (where we were seated) as the traffic from the kitchen and hotel becomes distracting.

Kimberly Patton-Bragg has resurfaced at Tamarind and she is mixing her unique cocktails into the fabric of French-Vietnamese cooking emerging from the kitchen. Witness her take on the Vietnamese staple soda chanh. Bragg tones down acidity by using preserved lemon, highlights the sweetness with a shot of lavender simple syrup, and ramps up the kick with Plymouth gin. Come summer, this drink should be in your steady rotation.

The vittles at Tamarind will be familiar in scope to anyone who has delved past pho at Vietnamese restaurants. Take for instance, their version of banh xeo. At Tamarind, tucked into the thin, crispy crepe are layers of lamb confit and and stewed mustard greens. The greens heighten the natural grassiness of the lamb which creates the sensation of eating not just lamb, but what a lamb would eat. Crispy pork belly could have gone overboard but the supply of just pickled vegetables balanced the dish out. Tamarind's take on an Asian Shrimp remoulade, was a clunky mess with a puck of tempura kohlrabi that was too thick by half and a remoulade that was used twice as much as it should have been.

Plump scallops found a welcome companion alongside butter beans, garlicky noodles, and lemon beurre blanc. The resulting dish wasa harmony of the pungent flavors of Eastern cuisine, gilded slightly by French technique. The duck entree would have been in the same playpen, had it not been for a flaccid skin. The one dessert we sampled was fantastic, a cinnamon chocolate molten cake whose temperature and spice was well deserving of its name. It came with a scoop of Vietnamese coffee ice cream. A welcome end to a great date.