I’ve learned English composition from teaching assistants. I’ve had my teeth cleaned by dental interns. I’ve had my hair styled by beauticians-in-training. So I guess it was no great stretch for me to entrust my appetite to culinary school students. Chef & Apprentice is Johnson & Wales University’s practicum facility,…
Soon after I learned to read, I discovered that good food makes good words taste even better. From then on, I could never thoroughly enjoy a book without a snack in hand, and the two pastimes — reading and eating — became inexorably linked in my mind. That almost subconscious…
A friend of mine who’d just returned to the States from Dublin warned me that Murphy’s Law Irish Pub & Restaurant is a pseudo-pub. An impostor. I could see what he meant: The design of the place, located on McFarlane Road next door to Senor Frog’s, is too polished. Granted,…
I’ve heard Kerry Simon thinks I hate him. If he harbors that suspicion, it’s probably due to the unfavorable opinions I expressed in these pages about Starfish, the restaurant he launched with partner Debbie Ohanian in 1993. But really, it’s nothing personal. I was crazy about his Blue Star, the…
Before my visit earlier this month, the last dinner I’d ingested in one of the musty restaurants in Miami Beach’s landmark Eden Roc Resort & Spa was Glatt kosher Chinese. No pork or shellfish in any of the dishes, just a plethora of garlicky, peppered cabbage. An ughly experience I…
Zapata’s Place slugs the front of its menu with this slogan: “The First Authentic Mexican Gourmet Food in Florida.” That’s a pretty bold claim for this North Miami newcomer to make. Surely somewhere in Florida there’s an honest-to-goodness gourmet Mexican eatery that has been in business for more than six…
Douglas Rodriguez is the man. He’s a player. He’s got it goin’ on. The former Yuca chef-partner and originator of nuevo cubano cuisine could have easily suffered from small fish/big pond syndrome when he left the restaurant in 1993 to start his own operation. Though he’d looked at several possible…
The Old Cutler Oyster Co. & Raw Bar (O.C.’s to its many fans) may be the most delayed comeback story in the annals of Hurricane Andrew lore. The family-style seafood restaurant was a five-year-old storefront in the Old Cutler Towne Center before being leveled by the big wind. When Doc…
A restaurateur often experiences an understandable preoccupation with his restaurant, particularly if he spends every minute nurturing it, christens it with his own name, or takes dramatic steps to prevent its death. Should he choose (or be forced) to sell it too early — say, in the first few years…
New York Times restaurant critic Ruth Reichl kicked off a recent food/travel piece about Chinese food in Los Angeles’s San Gabriel Valley with the words, “It is Friday night and I have just eaten my twelfth meal in 36 hours. I’m a little full and sort of hoping that the…
Bad luck breaks over me like a South Florida thundercloud. My skies could be clear for months at a time and then wham! A car accidents, leaky roofs, insurance hikes, and appetite-threatening diseases will rain down with gale-force intensity, cramming a year’s worth of personal disasters into an alarmingly short…
You gotta give chef Jonathan Eismann credit. A couple of years ago his award-winning creations at Pacific Time were visionary for South Beach, offering a much-needed option to a pasta-weary populace. These days, though, his culinary philosophy has become somewhat familiar — and it’s not because he’s any less skilled…
The past few years’ influx of New York chef-owners and New York customers brought New York prices to Miami eateries. Miami-born restaurants followed suit, charging in excess of twenty bucks for a single entree. And it only took a major recession and some very empty restaurants to prove South Florida…
I’m a freak for heat. Not the kind we South Floridians are far too familiar with. I’m talking about the fire that makes you sweat from the inside out. I’m talking about chili peppers. I’m not as bad as some, like our copy editor Ann, who drizzles Tabasco sauce on…
The first time I visited South Beach’s newest Thai restaurant, Cafe Thai Bistro, a waiter told me not to return. We had an argument over a two-dollar sharing charge with which he’d padded the bill, and which I had no intention of paying. As is the custom in Asian restaurants,…
In a Mexican restaurant some years ago, my sister and I were scraping up the last of our guacamole with tortilla chips and slurping what was left of our salt-rimmed cocktails. We hadn’t been spending much time together, so we were content to be doing something we both loved –…
Viewed from Collins Avenue Treffpunkt Biergarten might appear intimidating. The year-old German seafood-and-steak house squats in the parking lot of the R.K. Sunny Isles Plaza, framed by an extensive strip mall. A large square building, the restaurant features tinted glass walls, which at night look black as a thundercloud, prohibiting…
As a South Beach resident, I know how it goes: The old hotels and storefronts on a major strip — Ocean Drive, say — are renovated. Rents skyrocket, forcing out the kosher butchers, the shoe repair shops, the family-run drugstores and bodegas that have been there for eons, and bringing…
Like the Honda convertible of similar name, Cafe del Sol has plenty to do with the sun. Opened in early February, the restaurant replaced the Terrace Cafe in the lobby of the Crowne Plaza Miami (formerly the Omni) as part of a nine-million-dollar renovation of the hotel. I haven’t seen…
I’ve had a fondness for British pubs ever since I worked in one in California, even though that experience wasn’t wonderful. The hours were long, the tips were horrendous, and the manager, who called me Jenny (a name I’ve always despised), gave out my phone number to customers. I got…
Yvonne Helmick may not have done herself a favor in naming her five-month-old Kendall Plaza (on U.S. 1 south of Dadeland) bistro Food by Trolls. Most Americans, after all, think of trolls as malformed creatures that live under bridges and practice extortion. Or, perhaps, as kewpielike dolls with perpetually surprised…
I wasn’t surprised in the health-conscious Eighties when rich, fattening French cuisine fell out of fashion. Nor am I shocked that with today’s retro fascination with steak and potatoes, French restaurants are popping up all over subtropica. Yet the successes of two new eateries A Brasserie L’Entrecote in Coconut Grove…
