Welcome to our list of favorite dining destinations in New York's Hudson Valley and Adirondack regions. We visit restaurants, wineries, barbecues, and a smattering of off the beaten path culinary destinations like maple sugar shacks and fromageries. My friends and I have been dining out together weekly for over twenty years. The locations we write about are our favorite destinations. We are not claiming they are the best, just our favorites. The posts are not "reviews" in the classic sense. - we offer only our picks, not pans. We will leave the criticism to others. We are a happy blog. We much prefer a good bistro to "haute cuisine", especially if they also have a nice bar. We prefer a crock of cassoulet and a bottle of Beaujolais to just about anything else. If you enjoy simple home style rustic cooking with a decent (but not too expensive) bottle of wine, then pull up a chair and join us.



This Month's "Well Said!"

"Remember that a very good sardine is always preferable to a not that good lobster."

Ferran Andria

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Tasting Notes - Vitello Tonnato and Buratta at Aroma Osteria

On our recent visits to Aroma Osteria in Wappingers Falls, we have asked the owners when we were going to see vitello tonnato on the menu. It is one of our favorite dishes, and traditionally shows up on the menu each summer. This Tuesday, we were pleasantly surprised to find not only the vitello, but a companion appetizer offering of buratta, the artisanal stuffed mozzarella.

Vitello tonnato is traditionally made from very thin chilled slices of veal roast, plated with a cream sauce made from egg yolks, olive oil, and prepared tuna, whipped in a processor to a consistency of a light mayonnaise, and blended with capers. It is a wonderful combination of flavors and textures. A loaf of crusty peasant bread is the perfect companion for this dish. I typically go through a second basket of bread to make sure that each individual slice of veal gets the proper treatment. Wonderful stuff.

Adding to this fabulous table were our own individual plates of buratta, which also shows up on menus at this time of year. Domestic mozzarella can be made from cows milk, but mozzarella in Italy must be made from the milk of the water buffalo, which strikes me as a scary beast to try and get milk from. Burrato takes the process one more step; forms a pouch with the strands of cheese, and stuffs it with cream. It is one of those dishes that show up infrequently - like shad roe, or soft shells, or morels, or August beefsteak tomatoes - and is to be treasured and savored while we can get it. It is a special appetizer all week at Aroma.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The Basement Bistro - Summer 2010


The Basement Bistro, Earlton, NY

776 Route 45, Earlton, NY
Reservations: 518-269-1009


Our group was lucky enough to return to the Basement Bistro today, compliments of our friend Joel, who seems to be able to secure reservations where mere mortals cannot. Eight of us (including our friend Steven who had spent two years on the restaurant's reservation waiting list) spent four hours at our table attended to by Chef Proprietor Damon Baehrel. As is his custom, there was no one else in the restaurant to assist. He acts as chef, waiter, sommelier and all of the surrounding support cast that goes with running a restaurant. He is the whole enchilada.

Since I have had the opportunity to dine at Basement Bistro a few times, I had the luxury of relaxing a little, and took the time to really enjoy the whole experience. The first few times that you dine at the restaurant you can be so overwhelmed that you can miss half of what is going on. Every dish will probably be a totally new experience, so it takes a few times to be able to settle back and observe all of the moving parts. Since we only had eight people today, and the restaurant was technically closed, Damon had more time than usual to relax and chat with us. His story is quite fascinating.

The Basement Bistro is situated, as the name suggests, in the basement of Damon and his wife Elizabeth's house. It sits on an eleven acre farm, which also houses a catering operation, and an outbuilding which serves as a production facility and TV film studio. The eleven acres are planted with everything that you will see on your table. In addition to the cultivated crops and gardens, Damon forages the surrounding woods for wild herbs, mushrooms, acorns – anything that he might find a use for in the kitchen. The theme of the restaurant – which I only now am beginning to appreciate – is to serve what he can produce from those eleven acres. He does supplement items like seafood and meats – which are carefully sourced from trusted purveyors – but the bulk of the items that appear on your table were planted, harvested and prepared by Chef Baehrel. This mission – to maximize a sustainable business from those eleven acres – is his one and only ambition. He has no desire to expand to larger quarters and cash in on his immense popularity. (There are over 2,000 people on the waiting list for a reservation.) He seeks not the fame or recognition (or riches) that the media wish to bestow on him. A bigger venue in Vegas or New York would not work with the offerings of his eleven acre farm. In this age of celebrity chefs and reality kitchen shows Chef Baehrel, arguably one of the best of his generation, just wants to work his farm in Earlton, serve dinner to twenty people in his basement, and get up tomorrow and do it all over again. It is what he does; it is all he does, but what he does - is extraordinary.

The meal starts with an introduction by the chef, and an explanation of how the meal will take shape. You are asked to prepare for four hours of dining, and approximately ten to twelve courses. There is no menu. Damon explains for the newcomers why there is no menu. There used to be a menu, but in Damon's mind diners were passing on the most interesting selections and ordering the safe standbys. He decided that the best way to encourage everyone to try the interesting menu selections – the reason he was there in the first place - was to eliminate the choice. So no more menu. Whatever is in season will be on your table. Whatever charcuterie he has hanging will find its way to your plate. If the grapes are ripe, a juice will be pressed, a sorbet prepared, and an intermezzo will appear in front of you. If the fiddle-heads are budding,or the asparagus is just the right size, or some morels suddenly appeared near the compost pile, that will be part of today's menu. Tomorrow will be different. Every visit will be different. Of the dozen courses we saw today, I had only seen two similar dishes on previous visits.

A table in the dining room contained plates of herbs that the chef used to demonstrate how many of the dishes would be prepared. Salt was used sparingly. A juice extracted from pine needles was utilized in many dishes instead. Stevia was grown to be used as a sugar substitute. Rutabaga stock filled in for butter. None of this is "gimmicky" or done for show. It grows on his eleven acres, therefore he will find a way to use it. It works.

We started with two bottles of wine that Chef Baehrel had selected for us, at Joel's request. The white was a Savigny Les Beaune, a crisp minerally chardonnay that would pair well with the numerous seafood courses. The red selected was a Bourgogne Rouge Pinot Noir from Bouchard. Neither were extraordinary or expensive but they served their purpose well. The dishes that Chef Baehrel creates are subtle dishes with hints of wild herbs, or vegetable juices with just an essence of flavor. Anything bigger than the pinot noir would have overwhelmed many of the dishes. The focus is on the food, and only the food. Everything about the place will focus your attention on the plate in front of you. No paintings hang on the wall to divert your attention and since you are in a basement there are no windows. No music plays in the background.

After pouring the wine Damon disappeared into the kitchen to retrieve baskets of freshly made bread which he served with his own home made butter and a small carafe of oil. The oil was a blend of his own grape seed oil to which he had added a small amount of olive oil. See my earlier post on the Basement Bistro for more detail about their bread. It would be the best course at most other restaurants.

A succession of appetizers followed, including a plate of the chef's own home made cheeses. Damon now makes thirty different cheeses at the restaurant, which would be a signature achievement for most kitchens. The offerings included a Camembert, a goat milk chevre, and a bleu cheese served with a compote made from locally grown peaches. On the same plate was a charcuterie selection, including house-made salamis, and a goose and guinea hen sausage. The charcuterie was often cured not with salt, which is the traditional agent, but with reduction of pine needle juice, which has enough acidity to process the raw meats over time. How the chef came by this process would be an article unto itself, I am sure. In the center of the plate was a wild day lily, which had been battered and baked in the style of a zucchini blossom. The next course was a cone shaped tuile cookie filled with fava bean cream. The cones were served in a copper kettle filled with pepper corns, the cones stuck in the peppercorns. This was one of the two courses that we had seen before, and the chef says that is a customer favorite. It has certainly become one of ours.

We then were served the first of our seafood courses. The fish monger had stopped in the morning with some Maine lobster, and some Maine rock crab. The chef had first prepared a poaching broth by juicing some lovage and some garlic scape – the green shoots on fresh garlic. He poached the lobster meat in the broth briefly. Then he took some parsley root, and blended it with some crushed oak acorns from last falls' harvest. In a small demitasse cup he placed a small piece of the poached lobster, on top of the acorn parsley mix. It was just incredible. Obviously this is one of those items that if it were on a menu most people would pass on, and this was just the point that Damon was trying to make earlier. We probably would not have tried it if it were not put in front of us. It turned out to be most people's favorite dish.

Next came some Copper River salmon, first cured in a dandelion brine, then smoked over apricot branches. The morsel was served in a bath of sorrel and Adirondack potatoes. Each piece was covered with a few sprigs of sorrel. It was just fantastic. The Maine rock crab was also poached, but served topped with a puree made from fiddle head ferns. (You read that right.)

Next up was the second dish that we had seen before, and we were so glad to see it again. The chef had taken the morels mentioned earlier, and made a mushroom soup. He added kernels of fresh corn that had been smoked with lemon thyme branches. I know this sounds convoluted but the combination is wonderful. A mushroom soup made with morels is possibly the most decadent mushroom soup ever made. The kernels of smoked corn are intensely sweet, and savory at once. The heat caramelizes the sugar in the corn. The juxtaposition of flavors is truly amazing.

Next came a brief break, with a sorbet made from sumac flowers, rhubarb, and grape syrup from one of the dozen or so grape varieties that the chef cultivates on the property. A plate of asparagus showed up next, poached in parsnip water, topped with a sauce made from cardoons, or artichoke thistle. Sprinkled around the plate were toasted shelled pumpkin seeds. We all sat there picking every last seed off of the plate. Nothing was going back to the kitchen.

The meat course followed with three offerings on each plate. They were accompanied by a puree of carrots, and a sautee of stinging nettles. Yes, those stinging nettles. The first meat, a grass fed eye round was, I first thought, a curious choice. Eye round is typically a tough cut of meat, but the chef had prepared it as a slow roast, at 145 degrees, for hours – almost a su vide style of cooking. A pork loin was also slow roasted like a pulled pork, after first being cured in a pine needle brine. The meat almost fell apart when you touched it. The last piece was my favorite – a chicken thigh prepared as confit, served in a sauce of golden burdock. Whenever I think I have my confit technique down pat, someone comes along to show me I am totally clueless.

A desert and cheese course was the final offering. It included a French farmers cheese, a sheep milk bleu, a brie, and a dry salted ricotta. Also on the plate was a strawberry sorbet, and a chocolate and beet puree topped with a wild strawberry. The first mulberries of the season were offered with a candied sunflower seed brittle. We were all out of room.

Great restaurants come in three flavors. The first can competently produce classic dishes. Most of my favorite places are in this category. Others offer variations on those themes. They offer a new twist on a traditional preparation or recipe. And then you have a place like the Basement Bistro. These dishes are not classic preparations or even grounded in classic techniques. They are not variations on classic themes. These dishes are totally original, totally new, completely “outside the box”. When we were done my seven dinner companions - all of whom are well traveled seasoned restaurant regulars – all agreed. This was the best meal that any of us had ever had. Anywhere.
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Deers Head Inn, Elizabethtown, NY


The Deers Head Inn
7552 Court Street (Route 9)
Elizabethtown, NY 12932
518 873 6514

www.thedeershead.com

Lunch & Dinner Monday through Saturday
Pub opens at 4:30 PM

The sign on the front lawn reads “Established 1808”. The Deers Head in its current re-incarnation has not been around quite that long, but it still has the look and feel of the classic road house that has welcomed travelers on the Post Road for centuries.

Four years ago we started to hear the stories about this new place in E'town. The chef had run the kitchen at the Mirror Lake Inn in Lake Placid. People who had dined there raved about the ambitious menu, the fun bar with entertainment on Fridays, and the professional yet casual service from a friendly waitstaff. Happily the rumors turned out to be true.

The Deers Head is just within our “45 minute drive to dinner” limit from Schroon Lake. Exit the Northway at Exit 30 (Keene / Placid) and continue north on Route 9, through the lovely hamlet of New Russia to E'Town. (Elizabethtown will officially appear on the signs, but no one in the North Country calls it that. To do so is to reveal yourself as a flatlander, or worse - a tourist.)

Matt Baldwin runs the kitchen. He did indeed run the kitchen at the Mirror Lake Inn for a decade before striking out on his own to open the Deers Head with his wife Joanne. Joanne sports her own culinary CV, but chooses to stay in the front of the house and leave the cooking to Matt. This strikes me as a wise strategy. Husband wife business teams are stressful enough. Spousal kitchen teams can end up on the police blotter, or as script material for a reality show. If you are lucky you will find Joanne behind the bar, where I can attest to her skills with a martini. On her off days you might find her mother Joyce at the same station, bearing drinks and stories of yesteryear.

The atmosphere at the Deers Head is a wonderful combination of friendly neighborhood restaurant / roadhouse / tavern that also happens to offer really good food. The neighborhood part is a prerequisite for success, as there are not a lot of visitors or tourists here. You come to E-town to serve jury duty or apply for a pistol permit. Or to eat here. Or you are looking for Keene and you made a wrong turn. That's about it.

If you have time before dinner you should stop at the bar for a cocktail or a glass of wine, especially if you are there on a Friday night. The pub usually offers a local band for entertainment on Fridays, and we have run into some surprisingly good ones on recent trips. You can eat in the pub if you like, but those tables are at a premium on weekends. The main dining rooms are more formal without being stuffy, but it is difficult to hear the music from those back rooms.

The menu offers a combination of contemporary offerings like coffee rubbed venison loin ($27) and classic dishes like scampi ($14) and rack of lamb ($27). Last night we started with appetizers of crab cakes ($10) served with a cajun style remoulade ($10) and a really interesting grilled venison and wild blueberry sausage ($10), served with a hearty course grain mustard and a very good sweet and sour red cabbage. On prior visits I've enjoyed the smoked trout ($10), and the butternut squash ravioli ($8) plated with artichoke hearts and sauteed spinach. The house salad, which comes with your entree, is mixed greens topped with dried cranberries candied pecans. Wonderful stuff. A cup of soup can also be substituted. For an additional $3, you can substitute a Caesar salad, which is also very good (but for my money not as good as the house salad.)

The kitchen's signature dish (my signature, not theirs) is the coffee and black pepper crusted venison loin ($27), served in a port wine demi-glace. Last night I noticed that this dish was conspicuously absent from the menu. Joyce assured me that it will be returning for the summer. I look forward to it and highly recommend it. I did try the evening special, grilled swordfish, accompanied by fresh green beans and grilled peppers. The dish was just fabulous. First, because I was eating swordfish and Mary doesn't like me to eat swordfish. (Unless it is free range, line caught, etc.) Rarely if ever will your server know where the fish is sourced, even if the chef does, so I generally avoid the fish and the discussion entirely and order something else. Unless Mary is not there which was the case last night. Guilty pleasures. The chef prepared the fish with fresh green beans that were done to that perfect point of cooked but still just slightly crunchy, and bursting with "fresh from the garden" flavor. Likewise the grilled yellow peppers which I found hiding, nestled under the swordfish.

The kitchen also does a nice job with a steak. I've enjoyed a prime rib dinner on past visits. The current menu offers a Delmonico ($24) and a grilled filet mignon ($25) topped with a blue cheese and port wine demi-glace, or an eight ounce sirloin ($13) served with house butter and potato. Another good dish is the cappelini carbonara ($24) tossed with shrimp, snow peas, prosciutto, cream, and Parmesan cheese.

All in all, the Deers Head Inn offers one of the better menus in the area, with a very proficient kitchen, and a friendly, competent wait staff. What's not to like?


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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Adirondack Tomatoes (LOL)

Tomatoes in the Adirondacks?

One man’s quest for a fresh North Country garden tomato…..

Last weekend I planted tomatoes. Fifteen plants in all. It was perhaps the ultimate optimistic and final effort in my eighteen year quest to grow a tomato in the Adirondacks. If it bears fruit, it will be my first successful effort. I have tried every year since I built the house in 1992. In eighteen years I have not been able to grow one single solitary tomato.

I love tomatoes. I wait all year for late summer’s bounty. There are few dishes as enjoyable as a fresh plump firm juicy tomato, with just a touch a sea salt and served with some crusty bread. The perfect meal. I can remember some of the best tomatoes I ever had. In the 1970’s I ran a restaurant in Massapequa, Long Island. A couple that frequently ate at the restaurant grew tomatoes in their garden. They would bring their tomatoes into the restaurant and share them with the staff. They were as big as softballs and bursting with flavor. They claimed that their secret was how they fertilized the garden. They procured barrels of fish parts from the local fishmonger on Montauk Highway and poured them into a trough dug between the rows of plants. The result was a tomato that I still remember thirty five years later.

Last month I spent a week in Turkey where tomatoes are already in season, and served at every meal – breakfast lunch and dinner. I was in heaven. A platter of sliced raw tomatoes is always served a breakfast. At lunch and dinner they are broiled with sliced onions or grilled with hot peppers or roasted in a clay casserole. You will always find them on the table, along with a dish of yogurt. They sell in the green markets for 10 cents a pound.

Here in Schroon Lake fresh tomatoes are not so easy to come by until late summer. I try to accelerate the process by growing a few of my own plants, and typically try the “early girl” varieties. Our growing season is very short and the hours of sunlight are less than most places so it is a fool’s quest to begin with, but few gardeners have been as spectacularly unsuccessful as me. I tried just about everything for eighteen years with not one tomato to show for it. Usually by July 4th I am staring at shriveled brown twists of what was a tomato plant. I have tried patio pots. They died. I have tried the 3 o’clock in the morning infomercial hanging plants. Dead in two weeks. Last year I planted pre-fertilized pots where all you had to do was stick the pot in the ground and water it - guaranteed to grow. Remember last year’s tomato blight? I started it. First my plants died then every tomato plant in the entire northeast died.

This year I decided to try one last time, and to give it everything I’ve got. I went, as they say in poker, “all in.” In the process of putting on an addition two years back I took down a few trees which created a patch of sunlight in the woods around my house. I thought this to be an ideal spot to plant a small garden. I purchased a new Mantis garden tiller to start the project. My plan was to till a bed approximately eight feet wide by fifteen feet long. The forest floor in the Adirondacks is 20% dirt and 80% rocks and roots. Working with my new tiller, a Swiss saw, a pair of lopping shears and a hatchet for roots, and a pry bar for rocks, it took me the better part of a day to clear 120 square feet of garden – slightly larger than a king size bed. Early Adirondack farmers cleared entire farms with a plough and a horse. I will never look at that effort in quite the same way.

Adirondack soil in the middle of a pine forest is usually acidic, so I added the recommended amount of lime, and tilled the soil again. My neighbor Neil had a mountain of composted horse manure sitting outside of his barn. I took two buckets full with my front end loader and spread it on the plot, and tilled the soil once again. My plot looked like the beginning of a perfect garden. Fifteen plants were ready to be planted. Remembering my Massapequa gardening story I went down to the lake and caught a bucket of blue gills. As I planted each tomato, I placed a single fish under each plant. I think I read that Native American farmers fertilized their plants in a similar fashion. (At this point I was looking for any help I could get.) The plants looked very happy I thought, but I hoped that the bears didn’t smell the bluegills. I connected an automatic timer to the garden sprayer and set it to water the garden twice a day for twenty minutes – at 6 AM and 6 PM. I said a silent prayer to the tomato gods.

I was away travelling three days later when a logger friend stopped by to take down a dead hemlock that was about to fall down on my dock. Seeing the garden hose laying across the driveway, and not wanting to drive his dump truck over it, and not realizing that the sprayer was connected to an automatic timer, he pulled the hose away from the garden and stowed it safely away. Luckily for me - and him - it rained that week.

Around the perimeter of the garden I put in some radishes, which are already peeking through the soil. After two weeks the tomatoes appear to be thriving. I am cautiously optimistic. You can call me a cockeyed optimist…….

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