Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Koh Chang, Thailand

January is miserable. The excitement and indulgence of Christmas is over, the weather is shit, there is a tendency to feel grotesquely obese, and everyone around you is harping on about how hard they're finding their detox / juice cleanse / teetotalism. It's even worse if they ask for sponsorship - sponsorship! To stop drinking booze! - I think you have a problem, buddy. 


It was decided last year that we would run for the sun instead. I spent a lot of time flip-flopping around which island in Thailand we should go and visit. Long gone are the likes of Koh Samui being an exotic, deserted island. Islands are seemingly geared towards full moon parties, teenagers on gap yahs, honeymooning couples or families with small children, none of which we were, and all of which we'd prefer to avoid. Koh Chang, a 5 hour bus ride away near the border of Cambodia, seemed a good fit; relatively untouched by the big resorts, and after finding this website and particularly the guesthouse to stay at, I was sold. 



Situated riverside, with wooden walkways in amongst mangroves, Baan Rim Nam is the perfect place to stay if you want to avoid large, soulless and expensive resorts. The 'budget' room, at £18 a night, was all they had left of their five rooms when I booked and it suited us just fine; clean, air conditioned, a comfortable bed. They had an open air and a covered deck, with kayaks available for the 10 minute paddle down-river and round the corner to Klong Prao beach. An honesty fridge full of beers and water was available to all, and the owners, Ian (from Yorkshire, no less) and Mam were on hand to book us jungle treks and snorkel trips. 


For food, we stuck to Klong Prao as it was nearest where we were staying. We ventured to Kati Culinary on our first night with high expectations as it was recommended by our hosts as the best food on the island. It was, indeed, very good - especially this incendiary tom yum seafood soup, made with shavings of young coconut - but we were within earshot of pair of dour women, intoning dully about their divorced parents and their L.A lives. Perhaps it was from having come from Bangkok that day, where we sat on rickety plastic stools and happily slurped bowls of noodles costing less than £1, but the whole experience felt a little characterless. The food is very good though, and they also run cooking classes.

Kati Culinary48/7 Moo 4, Klong Prao Beach


After a rather fraught kayaking 'adventure' the next evening (apparently if you kayak round to the beach to see the sunset the sun, well, sets and then it's dark and then you get lost at sea in a kayak for TWO HOURS) we set off to dinner rather late. We happened upon a little street side set-up with plenty of Thais eating there. I'm afraid it had no name that I can remember (but is apparently called Always Delicious in Thai), but was on the right hand side as you're heading south. Largely Issarn food, which originates from the North-East of Thailand, they talked us into their special soup for the evening. A terracotta pot on top of a ferocious flame bubbled away, and we were instructed to get everything in there - Thai basil, coriander, Chinese cabbage leaves, glass noodles, an egg and some beef. In it went and it turned into an incredibly fragrant, herbal and soothing broth. 



Grilled pork neck (right of the top picture) was served with a deceptively sweet and freaking spicy-as-hell sauce, so addictive you couldn't stop dipping until your nose streamed. Fried chicken were crisp nuggets of wing and leg, chopped straight through the bone to nibble on. Minced duck laarb (bottom picture) was pleasingly crunchy with toasted ground rice, though could have been spicier - I don't think they believed us when we said we could have spicy. With so much beer ordered that we had to give some away, our dinner set us back a laughable £11 or so.



We found another Issarn restaurant on our last night - just past the edge of Klong Prao on the lefthand side (the sign reads E-Sarn). The cutest child you'll ever see bounced around the restaurant, clambering on our laps. A catfish soup, clear and broth-like was unlike anything I've had in Thailand; spicy, sour and scented heavily with dill. Beef and apple aubergine salad used mint leaves liberally, with a tangy, salty dressing. 


And then there was another salad, from the 'minced spicy salad' section of the menu. We chose pork and it turned up, raw, mixed well with ground toasted rice and chilli flakes. I was scared. I ate it. It was tasty but all I could think about was my impending death. I feared the morning, but lo! I survived. 


Being that we were on an island, we were keen to try some seafood and Jae Eiw Restaurant was recommended to us by our trekking guide as the place where Thais go, for seafood at local prices. After 8 hours of scrambling up and down the second highest mountain on Koh Chang, we arrived ravenous and aching. Blank prices per kilo should have set off alarm bells especially as we weren't asked how many we wanted, but they were the biggest and sweetest prawns, dunked in a fiery chilli and fish sauce dip. There were so many of them that by the end of the meal I was convinced I would pop. 


Mantis prawns or rock lobster as per the menu were cooked with salt and chilli, delicious spooned over rice, but were such a faff to extract the (admittedly delicious) flesh I wondered if they were worth bothering with. Our most expensive meal yet at 2000 baht (with beers and tom yum soup and rice and fishcakes and a stir fry and now you see my greed) but the seafood was of obvious high quality. 

Jae Eiw Restaurant, 22/9 Moo 4 Baan Khlong Phrao


Breakfast, often a mine-field of disappointing cereal and soggy muesli is anything but in Thailand. On the right hand side as you enter Klong Prao from the north, a cluster of stalls are gathered by the roadside. One sells deep fried things - banana, coconut rice balls, that sort of thing - while the other sells noodles. 


Tom yum or clear, we opted for one of each of breakfast. These may well have been the best bowl of noodles I had on the trip (and I really had quite a few); the noodles were elastic and chewy, the deep fried wonton skin becoming soft in the broth, which was creamy, spicy and sour. The fish balls came in different shapes, with a welcome vegetable addition of sweet stewed carrot and radish slices. It cost 40 baht (it's 50 to the £). 



Ahh banana rotis. Sold street-side, with pineapple, mango and coconut as options but none better than banana, made me go running for them. The dough is stretched and slapped against an oiled counter, and then placed on a concave hot plate to cook in clarified butter. Banana is chopped into it, before the whole thing folded into a parcel, sliced into pieces, and - crucially - drizzled with condensed milk. It's crispy, a little salty, intensely sweet, and uh.. banana-y. It's amazing. 

Koh Chang Travel Tips: 

- The Government bus from Bangkok is infinitely preferable to the minibuses that also go to and from. Either way it takes 5 hours, but the Government bus is cheaper and more comfortable - the minibuses are bumpy and a little sick-inducing. The downside is that they are seldom. Bus times available here.

- We did our trek with Tan Trekking - Tan was brilliant; hugely knowledgeable and friendly. Would highly recommend it. 

- Get a scooter and explore the island, there's a road that runs all the way around it - though doesn't quite connect. The undeveloped east side is very interesting to see, and Bang Bao fishing village is good to have a nose at, as well as all the other beaches and waterfalls. 

Thursday, 2 January 2014

Posh Breakfasting: Aqua Shard


We were nearing Christmas time. The fourth month of Posh Breakfasting needed to be somewhere special, to mark the festivities of the season. An administrative error meant that Claridges was fully booked before we got a chance to put our names down. Panic ensued. Aqua Shard came to the rescue. 

It's certainly a different vibe to the old world charm of Claridges, but you can't go up 31 floors of The Shard at sunrise and not be blown away by it. I mean, LOOK. 



We kicked off with breakfast cocktails because that is a totally fine thing to do on a Wednesday morning at 8am. Between us, we ordered the lobster eggs benedict, the salmon kedgeree and the tattie scones with kippers and black pudding, so we were obviously in a strong stomached sort of mood. The lobster eggs benedict was a beautiful thing, with plenty of sweet lobster meat hidden under a perfectly poached egg. This is no light breakfast, and I was glad I was sharing. 


The salmon of the kedgeree was confit'd so that it was soft and buttery. A fried egg balanced precariously on top of lightly curry-scented rice, and I liked the added touch of the salmon eggs too. 

Tattie scones with black pudding was a belt-buster of a dish - poached eggs came atop a slice of toast, and the smoked Manx kippers were actually within the scones itself, rather than served with it. If I'm honest it was my least favourite; the black pudding a bit too abundant, the tattie scones a touch greasy. I've never been a great lover of black pudding, though. 

Not your cheapest breakfast, at £33 a head but we did order the most expensive things, as well as a cocktail each and coffee. Service was calm and patient, perfect for that hour. I sat down at my desk at 9:30am incredibly well sated. Maybe a little tipsy. 

Aqua Shard

Level 31, The Shard
31 St Thomas Street
London SE1 9RY

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Monday, 30 December 2013

2013: The Year in Review

2013 flew by in a whirlwind. Food festivals, restaurant openings, a temporarily life-changing drunken injury - I didn't sit still for much of the year, except for that excruciating week with my ankle in a cast. Here are some highlights - it's not good to dwell on bad times - and some good food memories. So in no chronological order whatsoever....


I kicked off the year with one of the few 'fancy' meals, which was the tasting menu at Dabbous. This mashed potato with meaty jus and shavings of truffle was decadent and comforting, rich and luxurious. Plans are afoot for another site, though that is just what I've heard whispered. 


A trip to The Ledbury revealed that my beloved front of house man (so beloved I never found out his name) had left, but the service did not suffer for it. Stalwart dishes like the scallop ceviche with horseradish snow and seaweed oil were as good as the first time I had it, way back in 2010


I'm nothing if not a creature of habit, so when a special occasion arose I took the opportunity to get down to the grey, windy seaside and visit The Sportsman in Kent in April. My fourth visit in as many years, and I still love that slipsole (this time in seaweed butter). I defy anyone to go and not love the place. 


A trip up to Manchester in October to eat at Simon Rogan's restaurant, The French at The Midland Hotel revealed what is a contender for my best dish of 2013. The ox tartare with coal oil was so clever - the flavoursome beef had the texture of raw but the flavour of cooked, due to the intense charcoal flavour. I marvelled at every mouthful of this. You can read more about this meal here, should you wish to. Simon Rogan has been named as the person taking over the restaurant at Claridges, so I'm really looking forward to seeing how that pans out in 2014. 


It's a shame I was too lazy to write about it at the time, because we had a lovely meal at Drakes Restaurant in Ripley last August. Although the room was a little stifled and the service a little slow, the dishes were accomplished and beautiful, with clever combinations of flavours. The quail with sweetcorn was a particular favourite. I'm such a London-centric snob that I went in there thinking it wouldn't be as good as anything we get up town, but I was, happily, wrong. The full set of pictures is here.


This was the year I discovered my favourite Cantonese restaurant, Gold Mine in Queensway. I've visited three times now and friends, clients and family alike have all loved the meals there. Roast duck is lacquered, fatty and delicious, and the steamed egg custard is wobbly goodness. The service is patient and helpful, the bill usually averaging about £20 / head. Forget Chinatown. 



Speaking of Chinese, my two favourite dim sum meals go to Bright Courtyard in Baker Street (top photo, of the HK style cheung fun) and Hutong up The Shard - the prawn and century egg roll pictured. Both rather posher than the usual, the dim sum is of a higher standard - closer attention to detail and fresh, exciting flavours, some a twist on the norm. I haven't tried A. Wong yet - a disastrous dinner there put me off, but seemingly a one-off as they have regularly been credited with some of the best dim sum in London. One for 2014.


Bao London exploded onto the street food scene, with their beautifully designed stall frontages that only graphic design student alumni can come up with, and properly good pork buns. Soft and pillowy, the steamed baos are home-made and the filling has great texture contrasts in the slow-cooked pork, crunchy pickled veg and crushed peanuts. When I first had one in April I declared them better than Momofuku's, and many baos later I stand by that sentiment. They also make incredible soy milk fried chicken. I'll be damned if they're not in permanent premises soon.


I've spoken about Silk Road before, so I'll round off my Chinese restaurants with keeping it brief. Silk Road is just as good as it was when I first visited in 2010. TEP noodles is my new favourite dish; the sweet tomato melding together with the softly scrambled egg and chewy noodles. I must have been at least once or twice a month since, and though some dishes are more fiery at times, it is just about the most consistently great restaurant I've been to. I've celebrated 3 of my birthdays there, so confident am I about it. Long may they continue. 


Two of my favourite restaurants in Soho, both on Frith Street, did a kitchen swap for a few nights last June. I went along to Koya when they did their mash up with Barrafina, and the union was a fine thing. A seafood and tomato stew with udon noodles was perfect Spanish / Japanese fusion food. 


This year Koya expanded next door to open Koya Bar. Perhaps it is less exciting and innovative as some of the Specials at the original Koya, but it serves the original menu efficiently and comfortably, letting it's older sister get on with being a bit kooky. What they have that Koya doesn't is a breakfast menu, featuring bacon and egg udon, curry udon and the 'kedgeree' - congee made with smoked haddock, topped with a hot spring egg. Open just a couple of months, I've already been for breakfast there twice. 


I did a little bit of travelling this year, kicking off with a long weekend in Istanbul. We ate our way around the city, scoffing kebabs and lahmucun like there was no tomorrow. I wish someone would bring Kaymak to London - I fell in love with the clotted cream and honey, slathered on bread, for breakfast.



We also did some great eating in Seville and Cádiz, guided by the internet and a newly made friend. We ate all the cuts of pork at Cumbres Mayores in Cadiz, always accompanied by deep fried potatoes and a slice of tomato. Another contender for Best Dish 2013 was the innocent-looking potato salad at Bodeguita Romero (top); still slightly warm, creamy potatoes dressed in a grassy oil and sweet sherry vinegar. I drool at the memory. Operation Recreation will happen in 2014. 


Despite trying chiparones (that's baby squid) in several different restaurants in Spain, nothing came close to the crunchy, tender sumac-dusted version from Morito in Exmouth Market.


We had a blinding summer, one with actual proper sunshine and no time was better spent than having lunch in the courtyard of Rochelle Canteen in Shoreditch. Miraculously, for a restaurant that only opens weekday lunchtimes, I made it there twice and feasted on crisp-skinned chicken with aioli, barbecued aioli with remoulade and the pictured rabbit and offal salad. Happy, sun-drenched memories. 



Closer to home, my neighbourhood suddenly became the cool place to be for anything decent to eat. Andy Oliver spent a few Mondays with his Thai grill at Bar Story in Peckham. Previously of Nahm in Bangkok and London and currently of The Begging Bowl in Peckham, Andy's skill in Thai food is obvious. Sticky skewers of moo ping (pork) dipped in a fiesty sauce were hoovered up in minutes (my recipe is here, should you wish to try it out), while grilled pork neck and a whole slow-smoked duck made the meal I had there one of the most memorable. 


I had several dinners and lunches at The Begging Bowl, as previously mentioned. Crispy salmon skin, salmon with pomelo and fresh, zingy herbs was a perfect light lunch with some sticky rice, and I also loved khanom jeen noodles with red chicken curry. I only wish they'd use Thai terminology on the menus; I like having a vague sense of what I'm eating in the native language. Quite a minor niggle, that. 


Toast ED opened on Lordship Lane in East Dulwich, mere minutes from where I live. I've had boozy dinners there, lightly boozy lunches and have often gone to buy wine from their vats. The dishes are innovative and exciting, the menu constantly changing. Another steak tartare above, dotted with bone marrow and leaves of kale was a particular highlight, and they do amazing things with kale and tuna. I'm a lucky person to have it as a local. 


Sandwich of the Year goes to Merchants Tavern, newly opened this year in Shoreditch. This Ogleshied and ham sandwich in thick cut, fluffy white bread was toasted until golden, its innards oozing. It is a serious thing. 


Surprise of the year came from actually enjoying the salmon and melted mozzerella nigiri at SushiSamba. I know. I am still surprised. 

And at home? I cooked a lot of kedgeree for brunch. 


Gong Bao quails legs were made after a trip to The Ginger Pig in Lower Marsh saw me impulse-buying a bag of them. Fuchsia Dunlop's recipe is tip top - I usually replace peanuts with cashews, as I just like them better.


The one and only recipe I wrote this year that wasn't Asian was way back in March, with this steak and blue cheese salad. That's probably not going to change; I simply enjoy cooking Asian food at home more. 


Khao Soi noodles was probably one of the best things I made this year. Egg noodles in a coconutty, spicy gravy with chicken, garnished with pickled things, crunchy things and spalshes of chilli and lime - what's not to like?

Bring on 2014. My prediction (or hope?) is pickles - lactic fermentation, sweet pickles, vinegar pickles, and beyond kimchi. What's yours? 

Thursday, 19 December 2013

Pick N' Mix - Part 7

So, for the final Pick N' Mix of the year. On an uncharacteristically mild December evening, we stuck out the whole evening sitting outside under lamps at The Miller, a pub just a mere stones throw from London Bridge. The menu was devised by Street Kitchen; dominated by hot dogs, there are also salad boxes listed which were promptly disregarded. 


The 'Boston Hound' immediately grabbed my attention, and I'm fairly sure that's down to the mention of both pork belly and crackling. It was a big long smoked sausage (snigger), properly snappy skin and topped with pickled red cabbage, barbecue sauce and pickled cucumber. Slices of pork belly lined the bun. Too cumbersome to eat with hands, I was reduced to a knife and fork. 


Special mention should be made to the chicken wings, which were pretty freaking awesome. Some might recognise them as being quite similar to those at Patty & Bun, and I believe Street Kitchen helped them develop their menu. These were better though - they had more bite, more texture, more pull on the meat. For £3.50 a pot they were also great value. Skin-on chips were hot and crisp, though apple and celeriac slaw was just mush. I wasn't sure what I was expecting for £1 a pot, though. For £12.50 per head, it was a cracking dinner to soak up some booze. 

96 Snowsfields Road
London Bridge
London SE1 3SS


Boopshi's in Fitzrovia has just opened. Specialising in schnitzel and spritzes, the dining room is almost Scandinavian in austere style. A basement bar, closed at lunch though open in the evenings, sounds less so. I went along for lunch with their PR contact (disclaimer it was free etc.) and tried a selection of the dishes. The schnitzel is offered as pork, rose veal or chicken variants and the rose veal was crisp and well fried. A variety of toppings, like an egg or capers are offered and we plumped for the anchovies. At £1 extra, they weren't the best quality specimens I've sampled, being a little dry and overly salty. The bill can soon rack up - a veal holstein (so, garnished with egg, capers and anchovies) would set you back £17.25. But well-sourced meat costs. 


Ox tongue, lentils and carrots was a delicious dish, boasting both tender meat and al dente lentils. The bratwurst was served with a pot of sweet mustard for dipping, and all the more interesting for it. I particularly enjoyed the spatzle n' cheese; it could have taken more salt, but was ultimately comforting and stodgy. Sauerkraut could have been sauerer, but pickles had a welcome tang. I'd go back for the schnitzel in bap form with a few (hundred) spritzes, which they're planning on introducing to the downstairs bar. 

31 Windmill Street
London W1T 2JN


Lastly, I neglected to mention a dinner at Peckham Refreshment Rooms way back in October, I suppose due to all my photos coming out terribly. But! I had a wonderful mutton pie there, as well as some very decently sourced mozzarella that they put on a plate and drizzled heartily with a punchy salsa verde. Dish of the night was Sicilian aubergine with borlotti beans - the beans were creamy and soft, the aubergine sweet yet sour. I could have eaten buckets of this. All the stories are true - the stools are monstrously uncomfortable. 

12-16 Blenheim Grove 
London SE15 4QL 

(No reservations)
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