Showing posts with label Middle Eastern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Middle Eastern. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Bitar's

Field trips are even more fun when you're an adult, but not when the bus pulls up to the corner of 9th and Passyunk to let all the "kids" off the bus to eat at either Pat's or Geno's. That's exactly what happened to me when I first arrived to the area many years ago. Not getting down with any cheesesteaks, around the corner I went and quickly ran into Bitar's, a Middle Eastern grocery and take-out. And, so Bitar's became the second place I ever ate at in Philly (first was Rangoon).Inside is a small selection of Middle Eastern groceries, pitas and flat breads baked by Soumaya and Sons bakery out of Whitehall, PA, a small case of pastries, and Bitar's own hummus and baba ghanoush in the wall cooler along with other perishables like Halloumi cheese.To the left of the grocery room is a high counter with a few stools in front, and a couple of tables along the window for dining in, but most people grab an order to go. All your Middle Eastern basics are up for grabs at Bitar's, and even bitzzas, Bitar's own Middle Eastern pizza made on Zaatar bread.A vegetarian combo, which includes pita, hummus, baba ghanoush, tabouli, falafel, and stuffed grape leaves, is a good way to cover a lot of the vegetarian options. While there is nothing ground breaking about any of these dishes, I like that Bitar's actually puts some flavor into their dishes.The tabouli salad is assertively tangy with lemon juice, and not shy with diced onions. Smooth baba ghanoush has smokey flavor, but also a little kick of acid from lemon. Hummus is classically silky, and slightly bitter from tahini. Even the falafel balls, which are unfortunately extremely dry, have a bit of spicy kick. And oil haters, fear not, Bitar's rice stuffed grape leaves are not covered in oil.

Given the choice of Pat's or Geno's, Bitar's is the better choice.

Bitar's
947 Federal St., Philadelphia, PA 19147
215-755-1121

Mon-Fri: 10am-7pm
Sat: 10am-6pm
Sun: closed

Friday, April 3, 2009

Zahav

Zahav, the Israeli tapas restaurant in Philly's Old City/Society Hill neighborhood, has been on my to-do list since the day they opened in Spring of 2008. Since they've opened, Zahav has received all sorts of local praise (City Paper, Philadelphia Inquirer ), as well as national attention (Food & Wine, Bon Appetit, Esquire, James Beard Foundation) Amongst the glowing reviews, were a few (mostly on Yelp) claiming Zahav merely serves small portions of Israeli street food at inflated prices.

A recent birthday gave me good reason to check out Zahav and form my own opinions. Despite all the positive attention, it's quite easy to snag a table at Zahav during the week if you arrive early, as we did, but I'd recommend a reservation on weekends.

(Also, pictures will go from decent to down-right horrid as the sunlight disappears, but know that every plate was simply, but beautifully presented.)
I started the evening off with Zahav's hugely popular Lemonnana cocktail of bourbon, mudled mint, lemon, and verbena - a drink akin to a mint julep and mohito. Later I moved on to Cava, since it was my birthday! My partner moved on to white wine after his cocktail, and we both found that our Cava and white wine were chilled to a lower temperature than should have been, making actually tasting our beverages difficult.
Along with an explanation of Zahav and it's food, the server presents the table with a dish of olives and pickles (one pickle was eaten before I snapped the pic) as an appetizer, and a dish of chili paste, harissa, and za'atar that was explained as condiments to be used, or not to be used, if you like, throughout the meal.

The servers at Zahav are very professional and eager to explain any foods or drinks you are unfamiliar with. The three different people that attended to us, besides our main server, were a bit much, but they got the job done, for the most part, unobtrusively. We even had one server approach our table to start up a conversation by asking us if we had ever been to Israel. I'm not sure where this conversation would have gone if one of us had not been to Israel or if we were not in a chatty mood, but this was not the case, and it actually was a lovely conversation. My point being, Zahav is very attentive, if maybe a little too attentive.
After reading so many reviews, and even asking people for recommendations, I pretty much knew what vegetarian dishes I was going to order. I was also aware of Zahav's "Taste of Zahav" menu that includes salatim (salad) and hummus, a choice of three plates, and dessert for the bargain price of $36. The only catch with the "Taste of Zahav" is that everyone at the table must participate. We participated because it really is a bargain, unlike many tasting menus that, for vegetarians at least, are more expensive than ordering a la cart.

The salatim is a daily selection of eight salads brought to the table on a tower holding eight oval dishes, each with a few tablespoons of the different salads. That evening we enjoyed cucumbers in yogurt, sweet red pepper puree, pickled beet salad, pickled turnips, tabouli, eggplant salad, spiced chickpeas, and savory carrots.

All of the salads were simple, fresh, delightful, and quite a fun and varied way to start the meal. A few of our favorites were the more boldly flavored salads: the spiced chickpeas, savory carrots, and pickled beet salad. And here's the famed laffa bread made fresh daily and baked to order, which is thin, crispy, and deserving of all it's fame. The accompanying hummus is the tahini hummus, although Zahav features three other kinds of hummus, and people rave in particular about the Turkish hummus (next time!). Zahav's tahini hummus is silky smooth with a mild tahini flavor. Even though this large dish hogs the tiny table, we requested it be left for the entire meal so we could lick the bowl.
The crispy Halloumi with date jam and pine nuts is one of the dishes almost everyone raves about, and, indeed it was my favorite dish of the evening. No stranger to Halloumi, I adore this salty Cypriot cheese that stands up to high heat, and Zahav has fabulously paired it with sweet dates.
To the left are burmeulos, leek and mint fritters with sheep's milk cheese and honey. The mild, lightly minted, smooth innards contrast nicely with the crisp outside, but we were not fond of the squishy innards nor the smooth puree the burmeulos sat atop of, not for taste reasons, but for textural reasons - we felt we were eating fried baby food, albeit tasty baby food.

And to the right are the fried cauliflower atop a chive, dill, mint, and garlic herbed yogurt. And, yes, these are the fried cauliflower featured in Food & Wine, and your server will definitely remind you of their 15-minutes of fame when making recommendations from the menu.

We loved the fried cauliflower, but who doesn't love fried cauliflower? Even cauliflower haters, like it when it's fried. The tangy yogurt sauce tasted more of dill than any of the other listed herbs, but certainly was not overpowering.
My partner ordered the salmon gravlax, which are essentially tiny, bite-sized potato latkes topped with salmon and radish. I didn't have any, but these were enjoyed, especially the extra crispy latkes.
Top left, continuing clockwise: the galil, the jaffa, baklava, and passionfruit semifredo.

From the grill, I ordered the galil: fried baby eggplant with pomegranate reduction, tahini, and pistachios. This dish was my least favorite of the night. I ordered incorrectly, since I'm picky about eggplant and only like tahini in small quantities. The eggplant was smothered in tahini, which I find bitter, and the pomegranate reduction was simultaneously sweet and bitter, making for a dish wholly unappealing to me. My partner, on the other hand, loved it.

My partner also ordered incorrectly when he ordered the jaffa: branzino with braised fennel. The branzino was cooked perfectly, but fennel is a vegetable he can only tolerate in small quantities.

For dessert my partner ordered the baklava, and I cannot remember it's full description, but I think it had pistachios in the pastry and a scoop of chocolate mouse. The nuts were very finely ground and the pastry was not overly sticky with honey, so the baklava was unlike any I've ever had before. I liked Zahav's rendition, although my partner prefers the more ubiquitous baklava with larger nuts and sticky honey. The chocolate mouse was rich and very satisfying; you knew you were eating chocolate.

The passion fruit semifredo with drizzled honey was made with labneh, an strained yogurt, and contributed a pleasant tartness to the frozen dessert that paired well with the various sweet and tart tropical fruits. We both agreed that this dessert was the better of the two, and that it was all-around awesome.

At the end of our meal, we were both beyond stuffed, and for the caliber of our surroundings, service, and food, the $36 per person tasting menu was certainly a bargain.

The food at Zahav was simple, fresh, well made, well presented, and top notch. I think most that have eaten there will agree with that statement.

To address those that feel Zahav serves food that can be had cheaper and just as good on the street, I do see your point. I don't believe for a second that Zahav's fried cauliflower is any better than Moaz's fried cauliflower if I were able to get Moaz's fried cauliflower straight from the kitchen while it's still hot instead of cold from the salad bar. And, I'd take Moaz's garlic sauce any day over the sauce accompanying Zahav's fried cauliflower, but that's just a personal preference. Likewise, I bet there's a humus out there just as good as Zahav's tahini hummus. But at Zahav, you're paying for atmosphere, service, dining experience, in addition to well prepared food. And not all of Zahav's food is comparable to street food (I don't think there's any branzino with braised fennell on street carts). And, I'll say it again, the $36 tasting menu is a bargain. You really can't compare a six-course, sit-down meal to a sandwich on the go.

Zahav
237 St. James Place, Philadelphia, PA 19106

215-626-8800

lunch: Mon-Fri, 11:30am-2pm
dinner: Sun-Wed, 5pm-10pm; Thurs-Sat, 5pm-11pm

latenight menu: Wed-Sat, until 1am

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Divan

At this point, it was too late to move to the bar.

I’ve been wanting to try Divan Turkish Kitchen and Bar simply because their building on the corner of Carpenter and 22nd smacks me up side the head every time I turn on to 22nd to head into Center City. Oh, yeah, there’s a Turkish restaurant down this way!

With a New Year’s Eve party two blocks from Divan, the time had come to check things out.

As we stumbled to find the entrance, we could hear lively music and could see the shadow of a belly dancer twirling on the other side of the curtains.

Oh, god! Belly dancers scare me, yet, if I were a belly dancer, you better believe I'd be shakin' my shit over your plate. Right as we walked in, though, the dancer exited. Phew!

We had reservations for seating at the bar, because that’s what happens when you make reservations at 5:30 p.m. on New Year’s Eve. The bar was full, but a tiny two-top plunked in the middle of the narrow, dimly lit room’s walkway next to the waiter’s station, and inches from a larger table against the wall was open. We took it.

I was very uncomfortable sitting at, basically, another party’s table. If the table beside us had left before we did, we would have had to have gotten up. And a mere eighteen inches on the other side, the server’s non-stop asses bumped into each other at the server’s station for the entire evening.

I was distracted and grumpy about the seating situation. It didn’t help that an accordion player started playing directly behind me, and a tip jar was passed around before we had even ordered drinks. Half a drink later, I settled down.

For variety, we went with an assortment of appetizers and a dessert:All appetizers come wearing one outfit - shredded lettuce, tomato slices, and herb sprinkles. (I'm getting a new camera soon. I hope it deals with low light situations better.)

Imam bayildi - Whole baby eggplant stuffed with sautéed onion, garlic, tomatoes, red peppers, green peppers, parsley, and dill. The eggplant was very tender, but cold from sitting in the fridge. A bland, unexciting dish.

Falafel with humus and tahini sauce – The falafel were a little too crispy on the outside, but the inside was very soft. As a vegetarian that gets humus at every turn, I'm disenchanted with this bean dip, in general, but Divan's not-ultra-creamy-but-not-chunky humus texture is more my style. The tahini sauce was sweet, not bitter, and that's what I love. More tahini sauce, please

Mucver – Oven-baked zucchini pancake with yogurt. So soft, you don’t need teeth!

Ispanakli borek – Spinach pie. Our server must have misheard our order, because we ordered another spinach appetizer. Oh, well. Or, damn. This was my least favorite appetizer. The dough was rubbery and lifeless – how I’d expect it to act after sitting a day in a take-home container.

Turkish cigar borek - Thinly rolled dough stuffed with feta and parsley. This was my favorite appetizer. Warm feta…mmm.

Firin sutlac – Baked rice pudding. With baked in the name, I expected this dessert to be warm. It was fridge-temperature. This dessert is more of a thick custard, and does not have individual rice grains. The top was very thick, as custards sitting around are apt to develop.

Highlights of the night were the Turkish cigar borek and the tahini sauce. Most memorable from the evening was sitting on top of a clapping and singing table of patrons with server’s asses in my face.

Our experience at Divan was hit or miss, and the seating arrangements are atrocious when the house is full.


Divan Turkish Kitchen and Bar, 918 S. 22nd St., Philadelphia, PA, 19146
215-545-5790

Open Noon-11 p.m., 365 days a year

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Sansom Kabob House

What I like is in the small ramekin.

The bf digs the hummus at the Afghan restaurant, Sansom Kabob House, in Center City so much; he dragged me there for a snack.

I’m not a fan of their hummus.

But just because I don’t like something doesn’t mean it’s not good. People have their preferences. I don’t prefer ultra creamy, smooth hummus with pronounced tahini bitterness like the hummus he loves so much, and is served beneath the street level at Sansom Kabob House.

What I do like is the dipping sauce that comes with the hummus. Love it!

I’m not one to dip bread in fine olive oil at Italian restaurants and discern the regional nuances – it tastes like oil – but this I’ll stick bread in. The sauce (don’t know its name) that accompanies the hummus is oily, herby, tangy, and spicy. This sauce tastes like pickle juice with heat, and is balanced with olive oil.

And that I can dip into! Your preferences may differ.


Sansom Kabob House, 1526 Sansom St., Philadelphia, PA 19102
215-751-9110
Mon.-Fri., 11:30 a.m.-9:30 p.m.; Sat., 1 p.m.-10 p.m.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Maoz is a Friendly Place

I’d like to make an update to a post I did over a year ago about Maoz, the European franchise that serves the best falafel in Philly (there’s now one in NY, too). I do love Maoz, but the post I made talked about their less than friendly service. I’ve had a few comments since then about how I’m so wrong, and the people at Maoz are friendly. It’s true! They are friendly. But at the time I wrote the post they had never been friendly. They’ve been friendly for quite some time now. Probably right after I opened my big little mouth.

How friendly are they? Well, I went in the other day to get twelve pitas to take home (just pitas, nothing else) and decided to ask if they sold their garlic sauce as well. You must understand that I would kill kittens for this sauce, and have even thought about running out the door with the squeeze bottle of garlic sauce that sits by the register, if it wouldn’t be stealing and make me look like an imbecile. (I should probably just ask what’s in the sauce.) The smiley man said that they didn’t sell the sauce, and then proceeded to make a small dish out of tin foil for me to carry some sauce home. I really wasn’t going home, nor was I about to eat the pitas, but how could I say no to Mr. Smiley – or the sauce.

So, there I am walking down South Street on a busy Friday afternoon with a dish of garlic sauce. I wanted to stick my finger in the sauce and eat it up, but god knows where my hands had been. Instead, I started to lap it up like a cat. Thanks smiley Maoz man. You’re so nice.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Shouk

Update: No longer open.

For two days straight I was having naughty thoughts involving baba ghanoush from Shouk. Naughty as in good.

Shouk is a Middle Eastern restaurant and shisha lounge located at 6th and Bainbridge that specializes in small plates of Israeli food. Shouk opened February 2006, and, by coincidence, my partner and I were strolling past the first night the restaurant and lounge opened. The glowing sign of a hookah (a.k.a. shisha) hanging over the sidewalk enticed us. We were escorted past the mosaic dining tables downstairs and lead upstairs to a dark, plush, Moroccan-esque shisha lounge. As we smoked fruit flavored tobacco, hunkered comfortably in cushions, friends of the owners showed up to celebrate the opening and generously shared their wine with us.

Back at Shouk the other week, we ordered a handful of reasonably priced small plates. Let me exclaim that the baba ghanoush is dreamy! It has a smooth, creamy texture with subtle, smoky flavor and not a trace of bitterness from tahini. I would love to get this recipe. Can I pretend to be a famous magazine, call them up, and get the recipe?

Halloumi is on the menu, so we had to get that. We also ordered beet and feta salad, and tomato and carrot couscous. Everything was spectacular! The couscous was good, but probably the blandest and most ordinary dish we ordered. I was trying to see what was in the couscous, but the lights were so dim, that I could not make out the colors of the ingredients. The brighter colors of the other dishes were distinguishable, though. I wouldn’t turn the lights up, as low lights combined with alcohol (they have excellent martinis), tobacco, and hip music make for a great date.

It’s not everyday that pineapple is on a restaurant’s dessert menu, so we ordered the homemade pineapple tart. Excellent, but the side crust was a little too thick. Now, I’m just being picky! Feed me pineapple tart any day!

I can’t wait to go back to Shouk, gorge myself, smoke a hookah, and make out…with the baba ghanoush!

Shouk, 622 S. Sixth St., Philadelphia, PA, 19103, (215)-627-3344
Tues.-Thurs., 6-11pm; Fri.-Sat., 6pm-midnight; Sun., 6pm-11pm