I do not like being labeled a “foodie”. I don’t really like to be labeled anything but I dislike it as much, if not more, than being called a “hipster”. Although (waaay back when) I’ve hung out at some notorious Hollywood haunts where some notorious DJs spun notorious anthems, I am far from being a hipster, as my disturbingly hip …
Sláinte! St. Patrick’s Day,
not just about green beer.
St. Patty’s is also about pinches and copious amounts of Guinness and Jameson but that’s not what I’m going to talk about today. We’re here to take a closer look at what’s considered, by most, to be the standard fare of St. Patrick’s Day, corned beef and cabbage. A lot of the best foods came about out of necessity (think …
Geeking Out On Uni
Fans of The Wooden Table will have noticed that we love uni. We L-O-V-E uni. But really, what’s not to love? The taste of the deep sea, the clean, sweet, buttery urchin goodness has a firm grip on our appetites. The best uni comes from the roe that’s harvested from the red sea urchin. They are typically found in 30-90ft …
Heavy on the Hog
Pork fat runs deep in my veins (wait for it) . . . literally (cue the laugh track).
Welcome to the after party.
Check poisson! off the list of to-do’s. The diners seemed to be merry and full-bellied so I’d call it a success. Pictures of the meal are soon to follow but for now I’ll leave you with a shot of our post-dinner grub made using the only clean pan in the place and mostly unused ingredients (the Vietnamese herbs didn’t make …
So this is what it’s like . . .
This thing that we have going at The Wooden Table is a roller coaster of emotions. The spectrum usually ranges from pissed off (the fish monger cut the tails off?!) to stressed out (oh man, my gelée isn’t setting up) to amazement (all you do is soak these things in water and they end up looking awesome?). I don’t like …
Why Some Desserts Taste Like Reggae
This post could’ve easily been titled something else like, ‘Why I Dance When I Eat’ or ‘I Wish I Could Eat That Sound’. Music is a big part of what we do at The Wooden Table (as you might be able to tell from the Bel Biv Devoe reference in the title of our previous post). We eat to it, …
That, girl, is poisson.
No not “poison”, “poisson”, the French word for “fish”. Repetez s’il vous plaît, “poisson”. Bien! No we’re not high on the snobbery, and there won’t be too many French preparations on this menu (read: light on the butter), but ever since French 1, I’ve liked the word “poisson”. It just rolls off the tongue a little nicer than “fish!”. And …
$an Jo$e Repre$ent
I’ve got a lot of alter egos, one of them yo-yo’s, another can’t resist a karaoke mic after a few too many Sapporos (Bust A Move anyone?), and yet another is a graphic designer. That last one is the one that gets to blog here today. When we first started talking about taking The Wooden Table to the next level …
Happy Un-Valentine’s Day
I’ve never been a fan of dining on Valentine’s Day (or of Valentine’s Day in general, take that Hallmark). Tables are always hard to come by, menus are often abbreviated or dumbed-down and parking is always a pain (I know, I know “spring for valet Mr. McDuck!”). So it only seemed appropriate for me to kick off The Wooden Table …