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Ever since the Cascade Theater reopened gloriously in 2004 with that sublime Mark O'Connor concert, there's been a certain mumbling and rumbling from patrons: why isn't there anywhere to go downtown after a show? Well, there's Spoon Me... and... Bombay's.... aaaannnnd.... uh.... ummmm... well... let's go to Denny's. Or IHOP. Or home.

To that end, Cafe Paradiso opened in early 2013 to fill a need: a place to go late at night for a drink and a snack without going to a bar. Housed in the former Thai Bistro location on Yuba Street between Sally's (Salvation Army) and a florist, it's an unlikely bistro home of French cooking. A very small space of about a dozen tables seating two to four and a limited menu ensures service doesn't become overwhelmed. More importantly, the food is prepared to order, not defrosted or waiting on a steam table. The interior is painted olive green, gold, and orchid; bare-topped tables at lunch get the white cloth treatment in the evening.

Femme de Joie was interested in trying this new venture downtown. While the food is quite good, there were a few things that made her go, "Hmmmm...."

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Caesar salad, $5.00

This Caesar salad was lovely to look at and delicious to eat, once Femme de Joie located the part of the salad that had dressing on it. For reasons untold, the top inch or so of Romaine was sprinkled with Parmesan cheese but otherwise was naked as a jay bird. Once she prodded around in the dish, the dressed salad was located underneath the first layer of inexplicably plain lettuce.

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Fettucine with shrimp, scallops, and crab, $12.00

Let us be honest: this was the smallest serving of fettucine - nay, of any kind of pasta - ever placed before M. de Joie. Ever. She wondered if perhaps this was some kind of test to see if she would explode in righteous indignation, or if she would shut up and eat it. Not one to make a scene on most occasions, she ate it. Four large grilled shrimp were perfectly cooked with a slightly crisp exterior and tender meat. Two or three scallops had been sauteed to a light brown - not easy to do well - without being dried out. The crab was completely lost in the mixture of fettucine, cream, and cheese, though the fettucine was al dente and not gummy. However, the dish was on the dry side and needed more sauce.

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Cream of mushroom soup, $4.00

Creamed soups often remind one of Campbell's Cream of Mystery, but the version at Cafe Paradiso was excellent. Fresh sauteed mushrooms floated in a delicate creamy base of half-and-half tempered with broth so as not to feel fatty and globulous. One of the few versions that doesn't make the diner call out for a defibrillator afterwards.

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Large Southwestern Salad with avocado, $8.00

This started out as a $6.00 Southwestern Salad with an addition of avocado to make it an $8.00 Southwestern Salad. If you look closely, you can see four scalpel-cut slices of avocado on the upper left side. Crispy tortilla strips, diced tomato, corn kernels, and cotija cheese decorated a lovely stack of arugula-strong mesclun. Served with an addictively tart lime-chipotle aioli, this was a very good rendition of a salad that's become a staple on many menus. As Femme de Joie happily worked her way down through the salad, she discovered a stratum of chopped Romaine underneath the mesclun. Normally, all green leafy participants in a salad are tossed together like college youth of yore in a telephone booth, so she was bemused to find the Romaine looking like a poor relative of the privileged lettuces, hiding its head in embarrassment, Perhaps the person assembling the salad started to make a Caesar, then rather than toss out the Romaine, covered it up. Perhaps this is the Bump-it of salads - like Snooki wearing that plastic dome on her head, Romaine is used to artificially floof up the mesclun. Perhaps this is the new trend in salads - rather than mix all the greens, they will be layered like cakes. It's a mystery. The truth may never be known.

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Wine flight, $8.00 for one person, $15.00 for two people

A wine flight is a offering of several wines, usually (but not always) with a common theme - varietal, terroir, maker, and so on. This wine flight is served as an appetizer and seemed to not have anything binding them together. From left to right, a Ruffino white from Tuscany with Granny Smith apples, a Mouton-Cadet Bordeaux with aged Cheddar on a Carr's water cracker, and Chocolate Shop with a house-made brownie. By far the Ruffino and apple was the most successful pairing. Mineral and flinty, the cold Ruffino bounced off tart apples that was stimulating and exciting. Mouton-Cadet sounds prestigious but it is a brand - perhaps the first brand name of wines in France - and the wines are generic and inexpensive. Owned now by Constellation, it's a wine to not get one's hopes up over. After tasting the Ruffino, the blend of Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Cabernet Franc was disappointing and muddy. A flake of aged Cheddar needed a little stage to star on, but what it got was a Carr's Water Cracker. For a thankfully brief time, M. de Joie thought it was a sign of good taste and prestige to serve Carr's; she now knows that if you're going to serve crackers, be sure to get ones that don't taste like burned cardboard. Merlot infused with chocolate sounds like a dessert wine, and it is, but it went surprisingly well as part of this flight. The brownie was on the dry side but it made the chocolate wine sing.

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Ahi with lemon, garlic, butter, and capers ($19.00) and twice-baked potato ($4.00)

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Beet salad, $5.00

Ahi (tuna) resembles beef more than other fish; slices of prime ahi look very much like rare steak. The texture is firmer than many other fish and it lends itself well to strong seasonings and sauces. It is frequently served seared so the interior remains dark red and meaty. At Cafe Paradiso, it was served medium, meaning the narrow end of the steak as well at the edges were well-done - which is overdone. Coated with a lemon, garlic, butter, and caper sauce that seemed to be losing its emulsion rapidly, it was a disappointment compared to what it could have been. On the side, a twice-baked potato was leaking butter that mixed with the caper sauce, creating a lemony oleaginous puddle. In a separate bowl was beet salad - roasted cubed beets reclining on greens. It tasted like beets and nothing but beets - M. de Joie could not detect any flavorings, sauces, dressings or other garnishes. She likes beets quite a lot, and these were tasty enough, but there was nothing about it that made her want to order it again.

Femme de Joie would like to see Cafe Paradiso succeed. The food is quite good, though the preparation and presentation are uneven. She has a little laundry list of opinions, of course:

  • Every French restaurant in France - and every Italian restaurant in Italy - includes bread as part of the meal. The cost is worked into the price already. Why isn't it here?

  • Include one or two prix-fixe meals. A la carte is fine and dandy but the cost adds up faster than one imagines. Femme de Joie pictures a young couple out for a nice dinner who fall over in a dead faint when they get the bill at the end of the evening - and then have to call someone to come bail them out.

  • The premium wine list is delightful but if someone is paying $26.00 a glass or $95.00 for a bottle of wine, the year should be printed on the wine list. The not-premium wine list has some bright spots such as the Darcie Kent Zinfandel, but it would be lovely to see Sauvignon Blanc, Pinot Noir and/or Syrah offered by the glass.

  • Rethink the fettucine serving size. Really.


Cafe Paradiso, 1270 Yuba Street (between Pine and East), Redding, CA 96001. 530-215-3499. Open Monday through Saturday for lunch, 11:00 AM to 2:00 PM, dinner 5:00 PM - 10:00 PM. Open late nights Thursday through Saturday for wine/beer/special menu, 10:00 PM - 1:00 AM. Closed Sunday. Beer and wine. Vegetarian and vegan options. Street parking. Website here or follow them on Facebook.
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That Peck's Bad Boy of the Travel Channel, Anthony Bourdain, recently commented in the New York Times that San Francisco is "a two-fisted drinking town, a carnivorous meat-eating town, it’s dirty and nasty and wonderful…" and Femme de Joie would pretty much agree on all counts. Never having lost her love of that deliciously wicked town and all its delights, she particularly craves the myriad restaurants of Baghdad-by-the-Bay and greedily anticipates the next eating adventure there.

Not long ago, M. de Joie and Amico del Signore decided to tread in a couple of Bourdain's footsteps to the House of Prime Rib, a bastion of unapologetic worship of beef and booze on Van Ness. A reservation was made by phone for a Saturday night at 9 p.m., and the House of Prime Rib returned a confirmation call two days before.

It was a lovely night in The City. M. de Joie and A. del Signore arrived on foot at the House of Prime Rib, bypassing the valet parking available. We were about 45 minutes early and said as much to the reservations clerk, who checked us in and directed us (naturally) to the lounge.

House of Prime Rib hasn't changed their decor since its inception: part faux-English Squire's manor, part private men's club, the enormous space is divided into manageable rooms with dim lighting and classic retro furnishings. We found a small table near the fireplace; the cocktail waitress arrived within three minutes. She was friendly but efficient and took our orders for two Bombay gin and tonics, extra lime ($8 each - a surprise bargain in pricey San Francisco considering we called the liquor).

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Cute mini-carafes of generic bar snacks came with our cocktails. The g-and-t's were perfect, with lots of extra lime wedges on the side. As we waited in the lounge, we took note of the mix of clientele: an older couple seated in brocade armchairs who never looked at or spoke to each other; a large party from Italy who were meeting an American relative; frat boys boisterously boozing; two middle-aged men of eccentric but expensive means, negotiating a business deal; a younger couple on a date which he appeared to be ill-prepared to pay for.

After draining our drinks, we waited for our reservation to be called. It was Saturday night, after all, and quite busy even at 9 pm. Femme de Joie ordered another gin - what the hell, she wasn't driving - and the minutes ticked by. The crowd thinned. No one looked our way.

At 9:40, after sending up a couple of flares, Amico del Signore got the attention of the house manager and pointed out that we had a table booked for 9 p.m. and it was now leaning toward 10 pm. There was a flurry of activity: they were so sorry, it was an oversight, please just one moment, and then we were whisked into a dining room and seated at a rather small table. M. de Joie sat on the banquette, which wasn't bad, but A. del Signore was perched on a wooden chair that stuck out into the walkway the waiters used. This was not going to work. We flagged down a busboy and asked if we could have a nearby table that was more accommodating.

And then... we finally got waited on. The restaurant manager escorted us to a much nicer table where we could both sit at the banquette, overseeing the room. We were assigned an experienced waitress (making us wonder just who we might have gotten had we remained at the Tiny Table), and the manager handed us a menu of wines-by-the-glass, apologizing again for their oversight, inviting us to order any glass of wine on the house. It seemed churlish to go directly to the $16 Duckhorn or Frog's Leap, so we both ordered the 2007 Clos de Bois Merlot for $8, which was undistinguished. Note: if this should happen to you, don't be modest. Go for the expensive wine.

The House of Prime Rib serves two things: prime rib and fish. Nearby was a table full of Japanese tourists who had all ordered the fish (making us wonder why they'd bother visiting this restaurant when there are so many fine fish restaurants in SF); each one had a large plate with a perfect but lonely salmon fillet in the center. We went for the prime rib: one Henry VIII cut and one English cut.

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First came the salad, which is apparently famous for the dressing that takes three weeks to make, and which, we were assured, some people come to the restaurant specifically for. It was quite a production, the Making Of The Salad, whomping the salad bowl to make it spin on a bed of ice, pouring the dressing from on high to anoint the salad greens and beets like holy oil, finally presenting the spun-poured-anointed plates of salad with a chilled fork with which to transfer lettuce from the plate into one's mouth. Femme de Joie would like to say here that the Presentation Of The Chilled Fork is a ritual she finds exceedingly pretentious, if not downright silly, but it seems to be catnip to a certain genre of diners.

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The Salad.

Well, it's a salad, isn't it? Despite the glam production, it tasted very much like a salad covered in bottled Seven Seas Russian dressing. That's not to say it was bad; it wasn't. But neither was it all that fabulous, either. It was lettuce and canned beets covered in a sweet red sauce.

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Hardly had we finished our lettuce parfaits when the plates were whisked away and a triangular apparatus was set before us, containing three strengths of horseradish. We'd barely had time to slice some sourdough bread before our plates of prime rib were plopped in front of us.

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They looked about the same except that Amico del Signore's more expensive Henry VIII cut contained the rib bone, which the waitress told us was good luck or a propitious augury or something like that. It may be, but it also is inedible and when you're paying by the weight for prime rib, it's a bit of a rip-off as well. Standard accompaniments are mashed potatoes and gravy (which were both good, albeit salty), Yorkshire pudding (used here to absorb the gravy, rendering it pretty soggy), creamed spinach (which is one of Femme de Joie's very favorite foods but here was on the dry side and salty), and creamed corn (the best of all the sides, nicely sweet and creamy with a little crunch to the kernels).

The prime rib itself was perfect: cooked as requested and meltingly tender with the mineral taste of aged meat. The horseradish was exactly as described: "mild, medium, and watch out," and we both piled on the Watch Out. We cleaned our plates. We had understood that when the larger cuts are ordered, that free seconds are offered, but this did not happen. Here's your hat, what's your hurry? The plates were removed, the horseradish tree disappeared along with the barely-touched sourdough loaf before we realized what had happened, and suddenly dessert menus were proffered. All the desserts were old-school: peach Melba, bread pudding, strawberry shortcake - classics all, but we'd barely had time to consider the dinner we'd just had, never mind sweets. We skipped dessert.

It was barely a minute later that our bill arrived: $119. We were aware of the prices when the reservation was made so it wasn't a shocking total, but when we considered all that had transpired, the disappointing quality of some of the dishes, and the rush to get us served and out the door, it seemed very high. By 10:30 p.m. we were outside on Van Ness again, slightly dazed and wondering if things would have been different had Anthony Bourdain been with us.

House of Prime Rib, 1906 Van Ness Avenue (between Washington and Jackson), San Francisco, California. 415-885-4605. Valet parking available, but MUNI lines 1, 10, 12, 17, 19, 47, 49, and 76 all run within a few blocks. Full bar. Open for dinner nightly. Reservations essential; call restaurant or book at OpenTable.com. Vegetarians and vegans: nothing to see here. Website at houseofprimerib.net.
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Femme de Joie isn’t sure if the Redding Old Millhouse Deli was ever really an Old Mill. She does recall in the late 1970s when she’d drive by on her way to Brandy Creek, Barry White’s Love Unlimited Orchestra playing on the 8-track, and seeing the mystifying Shufflin’ Beaver sign out front. There were whispers about what kind of a place that was and being a hopelessly naïve young gal, M. de Joie never darkened that door, which she now deeply regrets.

Since those days, Old Millhouse Deli has become more decorous, if not quite mainstream. Situated barely half a mile west of Buenaventura on Eureka Way, it decidedly feels more Old Shasta than Redding. The interior is rustic wood with oddments of gourds, 20s-style wall paintings, and hackamores hanging on the walls. The spacious back room has a panoramic view and there's a pleasant patio for dining outside and large lawn available for parties, weddings, etc. Occasionally there's live music, as evidenced by the instruments set up.

Old Millhouse's menu is casual, mainly sandwiches and salads, with an occasional special like lasagna thrown in. Most of the food is good but sometimes the portions aren’t in keeping with the price.

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Cream of broccoli soup and macaroni salad, $3.75 each

Side dishes are generous - for $3.75, they should be - and freshly prepared. The cream of broccoli soup was smoothly wonderful with good broccoli flavor in a light creamy base, topped with a sprinkle of shredded cheddar and Monterey jack cheese. Macaroni salad would have been delicious if it had been made with real mayonnaise instead of Miracle Whip (M. de Joie is aware many people love Miracle Whip but she is not one of them).

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Laurie's deluxe french dip, $9.25

Laurie's Deluxe, $9.25, a French dip with cheddar, jack, red onions, and chopped Ortega chiles on an onion roll. The sandwich was hot and freshly made with tasty ingredients, but onion rolls being the size they are, there wasn’t a lot of it.

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Old Millhouse Deli double deluxe spinach salad, $9.25

Double Deluxe Spinach Salad, $9.25, was topped with avocados, crumbled blue cheese, tomatoes, bacon bits, hard-cooked egg, cheese, tomatoes, and croutons on a thin bed of fresh spinach, vinaigrette on the side. Again, what was there was fresh and tasty and attractively composed, but it really wasn’t a full meal salad.

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Sides of potato salad and clam chowder, $3.75 each

Sides of potato salad and clam chowder, $3.75 each. These were very good - the hot chowder was comforting on a cold rainy day. Potato salad, accented with bits of celery and pickle and made with mayonnaise, was a good accompaniment to a sandwich.

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Triple-decker club, $9.25 with soup or salad

A triple-decker club was good value for money - plenty of turkey, avocados and tomatoes on toasted wheat, with a choice of soup or salad for $9.25.

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Old Mill Deli lasagna, $9.75 with soup or salad

Lasagna was a lunch special for $9.75, including soup or salad. It looked and smelled good was but disappointingly bland, with squashy overcooked noodles and not much flavor from the cheese and meat filling.

On the one hand, Femme de Joie loves the atmosphere at Old Mill Deli. On a cold rainy day it was warm and inviting inside, where a customer could sit in the back by the windows and listen to the rain, almost feeling like she was in a cabin at the coast. During good weather, it’s very pleasant to sit at a table in the garden and enjoy the shade of Japanese maples. There’s a good beer and wine selection, and it would be most enjoyable to sit with friends and have a drink or two in this relaxing café. Service is friendly and quick. On the other hand, some of the prices are a bit high for the portions served, and some of the food could be better.

Still, this is a unique local place and worth the short drive to have lunch. It really isn’t far from downtown Redding and you could find yourself calling back to work - “Yeah, got a flat tire. I’ll be back at the office in an hour … or two.”

Old Millhouse Deli, 4478 Eureka Way, Redding, CA 96001. 530-241-9011. Open Monday-Friday 10:30 am - 2:30 p.m. for lunch, 5 p.m. - 9 p.m. Friday and Saturday nights for homemade pizza. Beer and wine. Vegetarian and vegan options. On-site parking. Cash and checks only, NO CARDS.
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It's been five years since Femme de Joie set foot in International House of Pancakes, and that was only because she was in an unfamiliar city for an unpleasant reason and didn't feel up to looking for a decent place to eat. The only memory she carries with her of that breakfast was how horrifyingly, overwhelmingly sweet everything was.

Nutrition information is available on the IHOP website, and it was shocking to learn an order of Stuffed French Toast contains 39 grams of fat and a whopping 45 grams of sugar; add strawberry topping and that's another 16 grams of sugar. That comes out to 13 teaspoons of sugar and 350 calories' worth of fat.

Which brings us to From the Hearth, a local bakery turning out high-quality bread such as green onion-garlic-Cheddar, olive oil & rosemary, and 100% whole wheat. They also make wonderful cinnamon-raisin and pineapple-apricot, both of which are ideal for making your own stuffed French toast at home with more taste and texture and far less sugar than Worldwide Palace o' Flapjacks. And it's stupid easy. Here's how:

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Spread cream cheese on one slice of bread. (We used Green Valley cream cheese, made by Rumiano Cheese of Willows - we found it at Grocery Outlet for $1.50 a pound. Luscious.) You don't need much.

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Top with jam of your choice. Again, less is more.

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Dip in egg-milk mixture and fry.

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Voila. Your own very delicious stuffed French toast, for a fraction of the cost of what IHOP charges and far less sugar and fat.

From the Hearth Bakery. Available at Tops Sunset Marketplace, R&R Meats, Orchard Nutrition Center, and at From the Hearth Cafe, 1292 College View Drive Redding, CA 96003. (530) 245-0555, Open Mon 7am-3pm; Tue-Sat 7am-9pm; Sun 7am-6pm
See http://www.fromthehearthbakery.com/


Oscar Matson: Attention must be paid

Years ago a local winemaker told Femme de Joie about a call he made to UC Davis to ask what kinds of wine grapes would do well in Shasta County. He was told, "We don't know, but be sure to let us know what happens!"

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Oscar Matson, as pictured on Matson Vineyards' web site.
At a time when the wine industry was rapidly picking up steam in Napa/Sonoma but no one knew if wine grapes could be successfully grown in our blisteringly hot summers, Oscar Matson took a giant step and established Shasta County's first bonded winery.

Femme de Joie only met him twice but was impressed with his kindness, gregarious nature, generosity, and knowledge of, it seemed, just about everything. He was a memorable personality who greeted us at Matson Vineyards with a shout and expansive wave from his balcony and gave us a tour of the vineyard. He quizzed us on our wine knowledge as we tasted, and bubbled over with information about growing grapes, making wines, and tasting.

Matson led the way for the burgeoning wine industry here in Shasta and surrounding counties. Yes, it would have come about anyway, but someone had to take that leap of faith and be the first to prove good wine could be made here, and that someone was Oscar Matson. Godspeed.

Oscar Matson died Jan. 17, 2011. He was 88.
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To look at the impressive faux-Italianate façade on the new restaurant at the corner of Shasta and Market Streets - the Sherven Square complex - you'd think that, well, a Tuscan restaurant was housed there. There's nothing Asian about the terra-cotta colored exterior and the false shutters on second-story windows. The cheesecake portrait of a - what? Teppanyaki warrior? - on the southwest wall that might be at home on a black velvet canvas. Walk inside and it's, "Toto, we're not in Roma any more."

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Clearly a lot of money was poured into the ultra-modern design, though it can't seem to make up its mind as to whether it's industrial chic or ersatz Vegas glitz.

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The cocktail bar-cum-sushi bar is sleek with burnished metal counters and minimalist décor and subtle lighting. Femme de Joie recently perched herself at Kobe‘s bar, waiting for an old friend who wanted to go there for her birthday. A glass of Folie a Deux 2004 Zinfandel (Amador County) was a luscious rich treat; too bad that for $7 the pour was rather skimpy.

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Seating is available at the sushi bar, at the communal teppanyaki tables, or at smaller tables for ordering items from the kitchen. Birthday Girl wanted teppanyaki, so that is where we sat, along with about six other diners. The idea is to watch the show: the setup is not geared toward conversation, which became evident when M. de Joie - seated next to Birthday Girl - could see B.G.'s lips moving but could only catch about every fourth word she said. It was that noisy.

The procedure for teppanyaki goes thusly: You order your choice of meat or fish - New York steak, chicken, salmon, etc. Soup and salad are brought by waitresses, as you watch the chef go through his schtick to prepare the rest of the meal. Onion soup (miso is also available) was a bit oily and had a few rings of onion in a thin broth accented with soy. In a Tom Waitsian moment, the wasabi-ginger dressing beat up the bowl of iceberg lettuce ... the lettuce just wasn't strong enough to defend itself.

Meanwhile, back at the teppanyaki table: the chef had done a baton routine with spatulas, tossed a raw egg around, and emptied large bowls of cold cooked rice and prepped vegetables onto the grill. He piled up onion rings, poured cooking oil inside the tower, and set it on fire. He flipped bite-sized pieces of vegetable at each diner, none of whom actually caught it in their mouths (it is to be hoped someone versed in the Heimlich maneuver is on staff at all times).

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First cooked is the fried rice, which then is scooped up and placed on each diner's plate, followed by grilled assorted vegetables and two shrimp. Then the meat and fish are added to the grill, cooked, seasoned, cut up, and distributed to the diners who ordered them. Two small bowls of sauce are available for dipping, including an addictive lemon-pepper Yum Yum sauce.

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Teppanyaki Scallops

The scallops were perfectly cooked, tender, and moist, possibly the best scallops M. de Joie has ever had. The fried rice, when freshly cooked, was delicious, but as it cooled M. de Joie became acutely aware of how salty it was. M. de Joie adores salty foods like Parmesan cheese, anchovies, potato chips, and smoked fish, but the salt added by the chef on top of soy sauce made the rice mega-sodium-heavy. Mixed vegetables were adequate but seemed to be just filling up space on the plate. There was nothing special about them.

We were seated at 5:30 p.m. By 6:30 the show was over, the other diners at our table had departed, and there was a line out Kobe's door. Waitresses were looking pointedly in B.G. and M. de Joie‘s direction. The menu had listed several interesting desserts, such as panna cotta and blackberry sorbet ($6 each) but no one offered us a dessert menu or suggested we move elsewhere to continue dining. The bill - salmon, scallops, two glasses of wine - came to $55, not including tip. And frankly, M. de Joie was not exactly stuffed.

The lines out the door indicated that Kobe is doing something right to bring the crowds in, but whether it will endure once the novelty factor wears off is yet to be seen. For Femme de Joie, dinner at Kobe is the culinary equivalent of a Tom Jones concert. There's lots of shaking and stirring, a whole lotta showboating, renditions of the greatest hits, and then it's all over and we need to clear the theater for the next show. Move along, please. To be sure, it's entertaining, but you're paying for all that showmanship. The food is secondary.

Kobe Steak and Seafood, 1300 Market Street, Redding, 530-244-1440. Open daily. Sushi bar. Lunch and dinner. Reservations recommended. Sake, wine, and beer. Vegetarian and vegan options. Street parking. Cash and credit/debit cards.
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A few years after opening his hugely successful destination Skyroom at the Redding Airport, restaurateur Peter Chu announced that his brother Mark would be opening a small casual restaurant in the Pine Street School in downtown Redding. Femme de Joie dimly remembers going there shortly after Chu's Too opened and not being impressed with it - actually, her entire memory centers around some miso soup that had dried fish flakes in the bottom of the bowl, and the place being very crowded and noisy.

In recent years, though, Chu's Too has become a favorite spot for M. de Joie and Amico del Signore. Whether this is due to a change in the restaurant itself (the Chus' good friend, Duong My Diep, bought the restaurant four years ago, said brother and floor manager Lambo Diep) or whether the switch is due to a change in tastes, M. de Joie couldn't say: that long-ago indifferent evening is just a fuzzy blur.

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When you walk in you'll face the hostess's podium, separated from the main dining room by one of those ornate room dividers. On the left is a small blackboard with the daily specials written on it - actually, they're always the same specials: Hunan pork, spicy prawns, green beans with your choice of meat. Behind the podium is the sushi bar: as soon as the sushi chef spots you he'll holler "HIIII HOOWWW ARRRE YOOU?" whether you've ever been there or not.

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Small special salad and the soup of the day. Many Chinese restaurants serve a recycled thin chickeny broth with a gloppy cornstarch-and-egg swirl and a shot of soy sauce as the daily soup, but Chu's Too doesn't do that. The soups are made fresh every day with bits of fresh vegetables and meat, in a flavorful broth - no cornstarch here. The small salad is a tease: fresh cabbage and lettuce with a sesame dressing. It's just the right appetizer to make you look forward to what comes out of the kitchen next.

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Scallops in hot ginger-garlic sauce. Femme de Joie can't begin to describe how delicious this dish is - not overly spicy-hot, not too sweet or sour, the sauce enhances the scallops and crisp vegetables rather than cover them up.

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When Amico del Signore thinks of Chu's Too, this is the dish he dreams about: short ribs. Beef short ribs are cut across the bone into super-thin slices, then stir-fried in a light teriyaki sauce, and served on a bed of cabbage and carrots. The beef short ribs absolutely melt in your mouth. Teriyaki sauces are often very thick and too-sweet, but not here: again, the sauce enhances the meat.

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About Chu's Too's waitstaff: they are fun, helpful, and enthusiastic. Also fun. Did you know they were fun? They are. On a recent visit, the Chinese waiter noticed M. de Joie seriously studying the sushi menu, and he began extolling the virtues of tuna: "Lots of protein! So-oo good for you! Give you strength! Go ten hour! No problem! HAI!" accompanied by a lively pantomime of running uphill, arms pumping. That was a recommendation we couldn't pass up. Amico del Signore is not the world's biggest sushi fan, but he did enjoy Chu's Too's spicy tuna roll.

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Neither A. del Signore nor M. de Joie cared much for the pork chow mein: too much salty soy sauce and not enough ginger and garlic, as well as being oily and overcooked.

At Chu's Too, skip the standard menu items (sweet-and-sour pork, chow mein, etc., and instead head for the house specialties like the dry-braised chicken, sushi with soft-shelled crab, Chu's Special salad, the feathery-light tempura. Oh, and don't forget the tuna. Ten hour! No problem!

Chu's Too, 1135 Pine Street in the Pine Street School, Redding, (530) 244-2987. Open Monday-Friday for lunch, 11:00 AM to 3:00 PM. Dinner Monday-Friday 5:00 PM to 9:00 PM. Saturday dinner only, 5:00 PM to 9:00 PM. Sunday dinner only, 4:30 PM to 8:30 PM. Cash and cards. Beer, wine, sake. Sushi bar. Vegetarian and vegan options. On-site parking.
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Pio Loco first opened in 1986 in a former pizzeria on Lake Boulevard as a non-traditional Mexican restaurant; when the old gymnasium at the Pine Street School became available in the mid-1990’s, Chef Jeff Cerasaro upped sticks and moved to the considerably more roomy downtown location. Within the past few months Pio Loco has undergone some pleasant changes: the bar was moved downstairs, a dance floor was added along with a plant-filled room divider, and a new earthy Mediterranean color scheme completed the update.

About ten years ago the mainly quasi-Mexican menu expanded to include fusion dishes such as Pork Tenderloin Naranja (pork with sake, mandarin oranges, and cilantro) and sides like risotto and balsamic spinach. In 2007 the Mexican /fusion dishes were scooted to the side when Cerasaro decided to turn the emphasis to seafood. Whether fish didn’t sell well or customers requested the old menu is unknown, but within a year the Mexican dishes were being featured again. A few fish dishes remain (salmon with pesto, halibut con grejo) as do the salads, a few mainstream entrees (rib-eye steak, filet) and some Asian-influenced appetizers (ahi sashimi, ahi poki).

It seems, however, that more attention is currently being paid to the aesthetics of the interior than to the quality of the food coming out of the kitchen. Femme de Joie remembers eating at the Lake Boulevard location and then at the newly-refurbished Pine Street restaurant, and enjoying the food greatly. Over the last few visits she has noticed a definite decline in taste and presentation , uneven execution of many of the staple dishes, and some oddly inconsistent pricing.
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The first thing that caught M. de Joie’s eye on the menu was that the first basket of chips and bowl of salsa are complimentary; order another and that’s $1.00 for chips and $1.50 for salsa. Now M. de Joie will defend any restaurateur’s right to turn a profit, but it is standard practice at every other Mexican restaurant to simply bring another round of both when requested and figure that into the overall cost of each meal. Further, the hot garlic salsa may or may not still be offered; on one occasion when M. de Joie requested some hotter salsa, the busboy looked confused and said there wasn‘t any other hot sauce. But on another visit the garlic salsa was being served to all tables.

Among appetizers, the oyster shooters (two for $2.95) are a good bet: two raw oysters, each in its own cup, covered in a sweet, chunky cocktail sauce. These are light and fresh, what a good appetizer should be: to whet the diner’s appetite for dishes to come, not sate it with fatty, heavy globules of melted cheese or deep-fried vegetables with gooey dipping sauce.
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A lunch special: bay shrimp and avocado wrap with green salad, smoked salmon dressing on the side. This should have been great but was very bland: the green salad was out of a bag - iceberg lettuce-shredded carrot-red cabbage, with a few diced tomato pieces. The smoked salmon dressing (95 cents extra) deserves decent greens but iceberg lettuce isn’t it. As for the wrap, there was no dressing on the filling to give it a creamy cohesiveness. While the avocado chunks were ripe and the shrimp were tasty, the entire wrap was disappointing and needed quite a lot of salt to give it some flavor.

A word about that green salad: a note on the menu indicates if a salad or soup is ordered as a side with a main course, it costs $2.50. However, if you order a simple side salad or cup of soup by itself, it costs $7.95. There is no other word to describe that but rip-off (usury not strictly being correct). Imagine this: you go to meet an old friend for lunch at Pio Loco. You order your meal but your friend isn’t very hungry or is on a diet. “I’ll just have a dinner salad.” When the bill comes, there it is: $7.95 for a small plate of iceberg lettuce. Your friend is not going to be amused and that is what you‘ll both remember about the food.
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Burrito mejor with carne asada, $9.95. The carne asada shreds were tasty enough and freshly grilled, but the rest of the ingredients - pinto beans, Napa cabbage, cheese - didn’t have much flavor on their own and contributed little but bulk to the entire dish. Verde sauce was pleasantly tart but the Spanish sauce tasted like it was out of a can. This appeared to have had the sauces poured over and then allowed to sit long enough for both the Spanish and verde sauces to soak into the tortilla and congeal. It was accompanied by yet another pile of shredded iceberg lettuce and diced tomatoes.
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Beer battered halibut and chips, $14.95.

On a lunch outing, M. de Joie placed her order for halibut and chips with the waitress at 12:15. It arrived at table at 12:42 - and this when there were no more than six other tables occupied. The chips were out of a bag of frozen crinkle-cuts and had been sitting around cooling for a good ten minutes or more. The slaw was a mixture of shredded cabbage and carrots in an oily dressing without any discernable flavor save a slight sweetness. Four small halibut chunks were long on breading and short on actual halibut; what fish was there had been overcooked to a wooly texture. The fish had apparently been fried at the same time the potatoes were.

A better-than-average wine list is offered with numerous selections available by the glass for a fair price, and a couple of local vineyards (Alpen Cellars from Trinity County, Alger Vineyards in Manton), as well as a tasty selection of beers (Kona Longboard, Tangerine Wheat).

Femme de Joie feels that Pio Loco’s kitchen is attempting to go in more directions than can be accomplished with success, and the overall menu is suffering due to a lack of focus. Mexican, fish, Asian, steak, multiple side dishes and appetizers - each one deserves care, high-quality ingredients, and individual preparation, and it appears they are not getting it. There is also a problem with getting completed dishes out of the kitchen in a timely fashion. During one visit, there was one waitress visible plus the hostess and a very hard-working busboy - not enough staff to cover such a large space.

While Chef Jeff can be seen emerging from his office now and then, does he ever go into the kitchen and cook? It’s a shame to see the food and service at Pio Loco slide downhill when it had been so good in the past, and after all the work that’s gone into updating the décor. Pio Loco was at first a fine addition to the downtown business community. It is hoped this is a very temporary decline and the situation rights itself.

EDIT: Pio Loco closed a few months after righting itself; however, Chef Jeff has announced plans to open a new restaurant in the old Fiesta Azteca location on Park Marina Dive. Good on him.

Pio Loco, 1135 Pine Street in the Pine Street School (corner of Eureka Way), 530-246-2111. Open 11:30 to 4:30 Monday-Friday for lunch, dinner 4:30 to 9:00 PM Monday-Thursday, until 9:30 PM Friday and Saturday. Full bar. Vegetarian options. On site-parking. Cash, local checks, cards. Occasional live music. Club Coco Loco 9:00 PM - 1:00 AM Friday & Saturday. Website and menu at http://www.pioloco.com/
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Last July this email popped up in Femme de Joie's mailbox:

Hi!

As a well known and followed blogger, your opinion is clearly valued by many. We would like to send you some of our product, to do with as you please. Write about it, don’t write about it. Share it with friends or horde it for yourself. Love it or hate it. The choice is yours. We just want to give you some free wine.

Troon Vineyard is an Oregon winery located in the Applegate Valley, in the southern part of the State. A long time local favorite is our Druid’s Fluid, which we call, "the wine for everyone". We are excited about getting the word out about this much beloved wine, and are aiming to place it in the hands of the people. If you are someone who loves wine or are just curious about Troon and who we are, then we would love to send you a couple bottles of our Druids Fluid. We currently can only ship our wines to certain states, so if you are interested in receiving some free wine from us then respond to this e-mail with your shipping information. We will then send you a couple of bottles, if you are in an approved shipping State. We have set up a Druid’s Fluid Website at druidsfluid.com or you can visit our winery website at troonvineyard.com.

Thanks, and hopefully we will be hearing from you soon!


By nature M. de Joie is a suspicious person, especially when the praise gets heaped on with a trowel shovel dump truck. Troon Vineyards? Who? What? Huh? But Troon Vineyards was discovered to be a legitimate business, and they were in fact handing out bottles of vino to certain food bloggers. This was a bit of an ethical dilemma, as M. de Joie has always paid her own way for every bite of food that she has written about, and has not revealed to any food purveyor who she is. What to do?

In the end, M. de Joie decided to take the time-tested method of putting the responsibility on the other party. Her reply:

Yes, M. de Joie would be interested. Please understand that if she does write about it, M. de Joie will add a disclaimer that the wine was provided at no charge and was unsolicted, that M. de Joie has no interest in the winery and is not being paid or otherwise compensated. Thanks for your time and interest in Menuplease.

It was pretty much the unanimous opinion of M. de Joie and her confidants that she had committed culinary hari-kari with that note and would never see the wine. Summer passed and Thanksgiving was looming when another email popped up:

Hello Femme de Joie,

Thank you for your interest in Druid's Fluid. Just a heads up to let you know that we will be shipping your wine in the next day or so. Please be aware that you should be receiving it in the next coming week. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Cheers,
Team Troon


Well, stomp my grapes and call me Sally, as they say. Sure enough, about a week later the UPS truck delivered a box containing two bottles of Druid's Fluid. M. de Joie and Amico del Signore opened a bottle to drink with an herbed lamb roast.

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The color: deep raspberry. Bouquet: tart-fruity and not overly alcoholic. Taste: fruit- forward, plum, blueberry, blackberry. This was reminiscent of a light-to-medium-bodied Pinot Noir. Thus far Femme de Joie has been unable to find the exact blend and percentages of contributing varietals, so we may assume Druid's Fluid is made up of "leftovers" from the harvests.

This is not a wine that will stand up to cellaring or pairing with complex/spicy foods. Sipping it before dinner was when it was at its best, but the garlic-rosemary-fennel rubbed lamb overwhelmed the Druid's Fluid and left it in the dust. We think it would have been fine with an unadorned grilled beef filet or salmon steak. Our verdict: at $18.00 this was a fair retail price for a Meritage-style red wine.

So, the disclaimer: M. de Joie had never heard of or visited Troon Vineyards until she received the above email. The wine was unsolicited and was provided free of charge. She has no interest in the vineyard, monetary or otherwise, and has not been compensated aside from the free bottles of wine. The opinions here have not been influenced in any way by Troon Vineyards or anyone associated with them.

Druid's Fluid, $18.00 from Troon Vineyards, 1475 Kubli Road, Grants Pass, Oregon 97527. 541-846-9900.

Website: http://troonvineyard.com or http://druidsfluid.com/
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No, not literally. Figuratively.

Trader Joe's Vinas Chilenas 2008 Reserva Sauvignon Blanc - crisp, light, tart-sweet.

For the full experience, slice an Asian pear (or a Bosc) into a glass of this palest-straw colored wine - chilled for an hour or so - and let them enjoy each other's company while the sun sets on one of these hot September evenings. Then fish out each section and crunch into a wine-soaked juicy slice of early autumn.

- Femme de Joie


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Trader Joe's Vinas Chilenas 2008 Reserva Sauvignon Blanc. 13% alcohol. Product of Chile. $2.99 at Trader Joe's.
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OK, yes, the primary item people go to the wine country for is wine. And the biggest shock people get when they buy wine in wine country is how very, very expensive it is when purchased at the winery. This goes against logic and reason, yet there it is. Fact.

But there you are in the romantic Napa Valley, cruisin' along Silverado Trail, gliding from one winery to another, and sooner or later you will cave and buy some wine, something you know you could pick up at Costco or the Grocery Outlet or Trader Joe's for about a quarter of the price. You feel slightly tawdry, knowing you're spending WAY more than you should, but when you get home and look at your purchases, you feel a bit better. It is, after all, a reminder of a presumably lovely vacation. And if you shopped at the right wineries, you bought something that cannot be purchased anywhere else. There are a very few that refuse to go corporate.

V. Sattui Winery, 1111 White Lane, between Rutherford and St. Helena on Highway 29 across from the Flyers Gas Station and Dean & DeLuca (see below). 707-963-7774. Open daily from 9 AM-6PM. Website: http://www.vsattui.com/
V. Sattui proudly and loudly advertises that their wines are only available at the winery. There is also a very large gift shop and picnic supply (breads, cold cuts, cheeses, salads, etc.) and a picnic grounds available. Their wines may not be the most transcendental experience you've ever had, but they're good to enjoy on a picnic or casual dinner. The Madeira is a good bet too.

Wermuth Winery, 3942 Silverado Trail, Calistoga, 707-942-5924. Open when the owner feels like it. This is a one-man show. The tasting room is small and narrow and there's about three cars' worth of parking. The chatty owner makes one or two wines - when he gets tired of one, he rips out the grapes and plants something else. He doesn't sell to stores - you can buy only at the winery. Mlle. de Joie picked up a Cabernet a couple of years ago for $22.00 that was one of the best she'd ever tasted.

B.R. Cohn Winery, 15000 Sonoma Highway, Glen Ellen, CA, 800-330-4064, open daily from 10 AM to 5 PM. Website: http://www.brcohn.com/index.asp
B.R. Cohn is the manager of the Doobie Brothers. Years ago he snapped up some acreage in Sonoma and started making wine (and now, olive oil). From humble beginnings (on a visit a few years ago, the tasting room was in a small garage), this has expanded into a large estate that never lost its edge. Classic cars are one of Cohn's passions and there are a couple on display. The tasting room features gold records and rock memorabilia. The wine can be excellent: Panel Wagon Pinot is a light, easy-to-drink sipper that would be good with salmon. The Doobie Red is a bit more substantial - to be enjoyed with some grilled filet - and all profits from the Doobie series go to benefit veteran's causes. Lots of music and other events happen at the winery too.

Prager Port,1281 Lewelling Lane (off Highway 29) St Helena, CA 94574. 707-942-5924 or 800-969-7678. Website: http://www.pragerport.com/
Prager does have limited distribution, but at 3600 cases annually, they're not going to start selling via Price Club. It's hard to find the driveway - look for Sutter Home close to it, or the sign for a B&B on the same site. Ports are not cheap, but a bottle will last indefinitely and should be savored in small pours. The Sweet Claire late-harvest Riesling, with its distinctive lemony taste, is wonderful to enjoy with chocolate and hazelnuts, or a perfectly ripe pear.

Napa Valley Olive Oil Manufacturing Company, 835 Charter Oak Drive, St. Helena, 707-963-4173. Cash and local checks only. Turn off the insanity of Highway 29 at Tra Vigne and follow Charter Oak to where it makes a tiny jog. Directly in front of you will be a white barn-like building with a small parking lot and numerous citrus trees. Walk in through the screen door: You have entered a little piece of Italy. You are as likely to hear Italian as English in this dimly lit little store - "Scuzi," said the young woman behind Mlle. de Joie, who was busy gawking at the Porcini by the barrel. Enormous wedges of Parmesan, borlotti beans to scoop up in a bag, salsiccia and coteghino sausages, pastas, anchovies... and the olive oil. Good Lord. Policarpo & Narcisa are from Lucca, Tuscany, and they press their own organic emerald-green, intensely-flavored oil, three litres for $33.00. A must-visit.

Dean and DeLuca,607 South St. Helena Highway, St. Helena, CA 94574. 707-967-9980. Open Sunday - Thursday - 7 AM -7 PM, Friday & Saturday - 7 AM - 8 PM. Cash, checks, credit cards. Parking lot on site. Website: http://www.deandeluca.com/
This is a foodie mecca. M. de Joie would never suggest that one do all one's shopping there unless Donald Trump is your sugar daddy, but it is worth a stop. The wine hall and the selection of cookware will set you to drooling, so when you've lusted enough after that Viking sauteuse ($215.00), go over to the cheese counter and ask for a sample of whatever looks good. (Hint: the 4-year aged Gouda will simply melt in your mouth.) The service is excellent and the staff will indulge you. Peruse the various items for sale - vinegars, spreads, pickles, the prepared foods, cooking gadgets (Mlle. de Joie still loves the citrus peeler/channeler she picked up there). Get a scoop of gelato or an espresso to go.

Oakville Grocery,Oakville Grocery, 7856 St. Helena Highway,Oakville, CA 94562
(707) 944-8802, Fax: (707)944-1844. General Store Hours 8:00am - 6:00pm Daily, Espresso Bar Hours 7:00am - 6:00pm Daily. Parking lot at the corner of Oakville Crossroad and Highway 29. Website: http://www.oakvillegrocery.com/default.php
Kickplates on the front door make you think you're entering a little old-fashioned general store, but this was one of the first gourmet groceries to open in the Napa Valley. They can make you up a sandwich like Oakville Vegetarian for $8.95 - Roasted tomatoes, kalamatas, artichoke hearts, feta spread, red onion & arugula on herbed focaccia, or Italian Salami & Provolone for $8.95: Red onion, leaf lettuce, tomato & balsamic vinaigrette on a baguette. If you'd like to get a gift basket, they'll make one to order with advance notice. Wander around the narrow aisles, taste olives or cheeses, buy some roasted red pepper spread and a baguette. Low-key and delicious.
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There are plenty of other food purveyors in the Napa Valley, to say nothing of Sonoma, Healdsburg, and more distant environs. Even the Cal-Mart Grocery in Calistoga was a pleasure to stroll through and marvel at the wide variety of cheeses, breads, wines, condiments, and baked goods. When visiting wine country, don't forget about the food: good wine requires it.






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In her time M. de Joie has enjoyed many a fine meal in the Napa Valley. In particular she reminisces pleasantly about the 1000-Almond Duck at Mustard's in Yountville, the rabbit at the sadly late Catahoula in the Mount View Hotel in Calistoga, and the frisee with lardons and a poached egg at Thomas Keller's Bouchon (since the oil well in the back yard has yet to pay off, that is as close as M. de Joie is going to get to Keller's $240.00-including-service dinners at the French Laundry).

In recent trips, though, it seemed to her that some of the more heavily touted places, such as Cindy Pawlcyn's Go Fish in St. Helena were long on hubris and short on results. While Mlle. de Joie does not mind spending money on good food, she does object to being ripped off. Both service and the quality-slash-quantity of food served seemed to have suffered, replaced by very small portions of peculiarly-combined foods presented beautifully on very large plates by waiters who were more concerned with larger parties and the 20% tip they hoped to get.


Recently M. de Joie and Amico del Signore spent a few days in Calistoga. In our opinion, this little town at the north end of the Napa Valley is the only place to stay while doing a little wine tasting. To be sure, there are plenty of accomodations in Napa, Yountville, St. Helena, and so forth, but Calistoga beats them all for charm, peacefulness, dignity, and value for money.



Where to Stay:

Washington Street Lodging features small cottages with effencies or full kitchens on a quiet street along the Napa River. We parked there and walked to Lincoln Avenue (downtown). A good value.

Dining:

All parking is on the street, which shouldn't be a problem.

Checkers, 1414 Lincoln Avenue, (707) 942-9300. Cash, credit cards. Open daily for lunch and dinner. Beer and wine.

Checkers is decorated in warm earthy tones with a vaguely Italianate feel. Tables are covered with butcher paper over the tablecloths. Service is offhand: you better know what you want because the servers aren't up for giving much detail.

We enjoyed fat wedges of warm rosemary foccacia bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar to start.

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The Calistoga salad, with frisee, baby greens, sun-dried tomatoes, feta, blue cheese, pine nuts, honey-mustard dressing.

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Greek salad: Romaine and leaf lettuces, cucumbers, red onion, olives, feta, yellow and red tomatoes.

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The Mediterranean pizza with feta, red onion, olives.
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Thai pizza - chicken, cilantro, peanuts, shredded carrots, lime, mozzarella.

Checkers also features pasta (a clerk in Zenobia Dress Shop down the street waxed rhapsodic over the garlic prawn linguine) and more substantial mains such as leg of lamb.

Hydro Bar and Grill, 1403 Lincoln Avenue, (707) 942-9777. Cash and credit cards. Full bar. Open at 8:30 AM for breakfast. Closes: late.
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As we strolled along Lincoln Avenue late in the evening, we passed Hydro Bar and Grill and were drawn in by live swing jazz floating through the open windows.
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It was a serendipitous find: not only did the Hydro have wonderful music and a lively crowd that crossed all lines - age, race, income, sexual orientation - but the bar is by far the most inclusive we'd ever seen. Bottles lined up on the stone bar (where you can actually pick them up and take a closer look) included specialty vodkas (Acai and blueberry, anyone?) and anejo tequilas that had certainly escaped our eyes. There are twenty - twenty! - beers on tap, including a healthy selection of Northern California microbrews such as Old Rasputin Russian Imperial Stout.

And the food isn't bad either.
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An appetizer order of Pimentos de Padron was $6.95, about two dozen thumb-sized peppers, sauteed in olive oil and sprinkled with salt. As Calvin Trillin wrote in Feeding a Yen, these sweet and crunchy peppers are highly addictive.

We enjoyed breakfast one morning at Hydro - Eggs Bennetto, poached eggs on a thick cake of polenta, creamy marinara poured over and a sprinkle of Parmesan, paired with chicken-apple sausages, and a whole-grain French toast with fresh fruit were both filling and slightly out of the ordinary.

Service was fine when we visited, though there are rumors that it can be disorganized and slow. We had no complaints.

Puerto Vallarta, 1473 Lincoln Avenue. (707) 942-6563. Cash and credit cards. Beer and wine.

At one end of Lincoln Avenue is the popular Pacifico Restaurant. It's perfectly good, has a full bar, and serves Sunday brunch. Nice place. But if you eat there, you might miss the delights of Puerto Vallarta. This little hole in the wall offers delicous, authentic Mexican cuisine at bargain prices.

NOTE: This Puerto Vallarta is not, as far as we could tell, related in any way whatsoever to the Puerto Vallarta chain.
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Enchiladas rancheras with rice and beans. Mlle. de Joie asked if carnitas could be substituted for the usual beef-chicken-cheese choices and the waitress was happy to do so.
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Chile rellano and a bean taco plate.
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What we liked: the freshest of salsas, mild and flavorful, with crisp chips. We loved that the plates were not topped with handfuls of shredded cheese to add nonessential fat and a gummy coating to cover up all other tastes. The refried pinto beans were made on-site - not the usual puree, these were about half mashed and half left whole. And the greenery accompanying the taco was not the watery crunch of iceberg lettuce, but a flavorful shred of leaf lettuces and cilantro. Fresh-made iced tea had a surprising fruity taste that was refreshing with the hot food.

We liked Puerto Vallarta enough to eat there twice in one day. While Amico del Signore ordered the chile rellano and crisp bean taco again - they were that good - M. de Joie opted for a tongue soft taco and a bowl of shrimp ceviche. The taco was small, tender, juicy, with squares of tongue dressed with cilantro and tomato. Finding ceviche on a restaurant menu is well-nigh impossible in Redding but not at this little place that caters to a largely Mexican clientele. The ceviche was tart with lime, crunchy with lemon cucumbers, filled with small shrimp and fresh vegetables: refreshing on a warm summer night and virtually fat-free.

Bosko's Trattoria, 1364 Lincoln Avenue. 707-942-9088. Cash and credit cards. Open seven days for lunch and dinner. Website at http://www.boskos.com/

We wanted to like Bosko's. It gets great reviews and the staff is friendly and helpful. It's attractive and peaceful inside. But not everything was quite up to par.

The list of wines by the glass is fairly extensive and reasonably priced for the Napa Valley, including a few Italian wines such as a rosseneu. In addition to tasting flights, Bosko's also offers a flight of beers - three half-pints for $8.00.

Our waitress was cheerful and helpful, but she advised us that a half-order of garlic bread was plenty for two people. Perhaps two people who aren't hungry is what she meant.

We ordered house salads - a nice balanced mixture of greens with cherry tomatoes and a "creamy Italian dressing" that didn't seem at all creamy, but did enhance the greens nicely. Both of us ordered spaghetti with marinara and a side of meatballs. The marinara was quite spicy and tasted of tomato paste; the spaghetti was regrettably overcooked. However, the meatballs had a good meaty texture and herby flavors of basil and oregano. Fortunately the pastas came with additional bread and butter - otherwise we would have left still hungry.


To sum: there is plenty of good food to be had in Calistoga, and you don't need to spend the moon for it. But buyer beware: not all bargains are created equal.

Next: food shopping in wine country.
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Normally Mlle. de Joie is a Western Shasta County kinda gal. She is not entirely at ease with Enterprise. A trip across the Sacramento River is not undertaken lightly; often she and Amico del Signore will make arrangements so that only one of them has to venture off where Beyond Here There Be Dragons. Not that it's hostile territory, or filled with evildoers. In fact, [profile] fallulah71 makes her home there, as does our friend, accomplished chef, world traveler and all-around snappy dresser Christiano. Trader Joe's is there, and the GO Store. Still, there is something alien about it for us, and it takes good reason to cross the river.

It is even rarer that Mlle. de Joie ventures further east to Palo Cedro, but [profile] clitav suggested that Mlle. de Joie try a little place called Ortega's. It was completely off our radar, but we are willing to check out small, locally owned businesses, so last night we drove east on Highway 44 and stopped in to give Ortega's a try.

One reason Ortega's had escaped Mlle. de Joie's notice was that it is on the south side of Highway 44. On the very few occasions in recent memory that we have gone to Palo Cedro, we have turned left after exiting 44, and headed for the Bright Lights Big City of the shopping center and its environs. This little cafe is in a strip mall next to the Shell Station on the east side of Deschutes Road. You might never notice it if you were whipping by on your way to, say, a formal dinner gathering of doctors and attorneys in Millville.

When you walk in, you are face to face with the counter/cash register. On the left and right are small dining rooms. The waitress herded us gently toward the left side and plopped us in a spacious booth and handed us menus. The dining room is decorated with a small Mexican flag and map of Mexico, plus various Mexican-themed posters and bric-a-brac. The menu is organized well and is clear and easy to read; dishes are priced more than fairly (i.e. a side of Jalapenos and carrots is $1.00, as was a side of watermelon), with a large selection of Mexican and American dishes, including burgers and fries for the inevitable wuss person who says she doesn't like spicy food. Birria (goat, available with tortillas, rice and beans, $10.50, or in a taco for $2.50) is on the menu - even if it doesn't appeal, its presence on the menu indicates authentic cooking in the kitchen. Another item, Vuelvealavida (shrimp, octopus & oyster cocktail, $11.99), tells you: I'm not at Taco Bell any more.

After taking our order, our waitress explained that where we came in was a salsa bar and there we could pick up a basket of chips and our choice of salsas. The chips are kept under a heat lamp so they stay fresh, hot, and crisp. The homemade salsas are on ice - you have a choice of mild, medium-hot, hot, taco, and avocado, along with a ice-bath tub of fresh radishes. The mild salsa was a chunky and flavorful pico de gallo; the others were purees of chiles, broth, and spices. Though the avocado salsa was a little bland, it improved immeasurably by the addition of some medium-hot salsa. The kitchen was busy preparing a large to-go order so it took perhaps 10 minutes for our food to arrive, but we were busy mixing and matching salsas to go with our bottles of cold Dos Equis Lagers and lime, so we didn't notice.

Mlle. de Joie is happy to announce that the fish tacos served at Ortega's are at least the equivalent of the ones served at La Cabana. Freshly deep-fried fish was folded in two corn tortillas and covered with Mexican sour cream, lettuce, and tomato. Very, very drippy. Enchiladas Suizas were light on the goopy melted cheese that many restaurants pile on, but full of moist shredded chicken and bathed in a tart green sauce of tomatillos, cilantro, and broth.

Amico del Signore is a connoisseur of chile rellanos, and the one served at Ortega's did not disappoint. Made with a fresh Anaheim chile and coated in an exceptionally tender and fluffy egg batter, he declared it the best one he had ever eaten. It was not greasy, heavy, or too spicy. The cheese enchilada alongside was covered in a homemade mild red chile sauce that was not bitter (as they can sometimes be) or too heavily flavored with extemporaneous, flavors such as too much cumin or oregano. And a bean tostada was light and delicate, a salad on top of refried beans and a crisp tortilla.

About those refried beans: along with Spanish rice, they are too often just filling up plate real estate. Not these. Care was taken in the kitchen with these side dishes and they are worth ordering on their own. Not salty, bland, or peppered with oddments like a can of Veg-All, the rice and beans here are rich and substantial.

There was a linguistic snafu when we asked the waitress about the malts offered on the dessert menu. We went around with the waitress for a good five minutes about this, and even now we aren't sure if what Ortega's makes is malts or milkshakes. The waitress - whom we are not blaming; we think this is something that just doesn't translate between English and Spanish - didn't seem to know that a malt is a milkshake with malt powder added, yet the menu clearly read "malts." However, since we were both stuffed and couldn't entertain the thought of dessert, it didn't seem worth pursuing.

We both like Ortega's enough to cross the river and drive to Palo Cedro again. The delicious and plentiful food was freshly prepared by people who take pride in their cooking and their restaurant (which was very clean, including the restroom). It's great value for money - two combination plates plus two side dishes plus two beers came to just over $30.00. And after eating at the many, many chain restaurants that Borgitize Redding, patronizing a place like Ortega's will give you back your soul.

Highly recommended.

- Femme de Joie

Ortega's Restaurant, 9153 Deschutes Road, Palo Cedro, CA 96073, open Monday - Saturday 8:00 AM - 9:00 PM, Sundays 10:00 am - 8:00 pm. Phone 530-547-8989. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Beer and wine. Credit cards. Parking on-site. Menu at Ortega's Restaurant.
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The Post Office  - or, more formally, the Post Office Saloon and Grill -  was opened way, way back in time when the Downtown Mall was new, by  then-Board of Supervisor Steve Swendiman. Swendiman sold long ago but to its credit and continued success, the Post Office hasn't changed much over thirty-some years.  Drop in at lunch and you'll probably see some city/county  officials, downtown business folk  (there being a severe dearth of decent lunch places within walking distance of the old mall site) and at least one local attorney. If you're really fortunate you might see said attorney's wife trying to catch attorney with his legal secretary.

Mlle. de Joie would like to love everything about the Post Office, seeing as how it's a locally-owned business continung to thrive in the dessicated downtown area, but there are a few things that annoy her. First, however, the good:
  • The hamburgers. Served on an onion roll instead of a pasty Wonder Bun with a variety of available toppings and sides, they continue to be the mainstay of lunch at the Post Office. Hefty and not usually overcooked, they're a sure bet. The French fries are crisp and never greasy.
  • The soft drinks. For $1.50 you get a tall glass of soda plus a small decanterful alongside. A bargain. (.25 more when they feature live music.)
  • The wine and beer list. Drafts and bottles of microbrews are $4.00 each, including Mlle. de Joie's favorite Great White. And the wine list includes worthy choices not often seen available in Redding restaurants, such as a Rodney Strong Merlot and a Coppola Pinot Noir,  priced quite attractively at $4.50 to $6.00.
  • The staff. Waitstaff are always friendly and helpful; orders come out of the kitchen fairly promptly.

Now, the less pleasing:
  • The salads. They'd be exceptional if they were not crammed overflowingly into bowls so that the toppings fall off and roll onto the floor and the dressings run down onto the table. Put those on a platter, for goodness sakes.  And with so many good mesclun mixes easily available, even in Redding the reliance on iceberg lettuce seems hopelessly outdated. There are far tastier options as a bed for shrimp, crab, and the usual chef's salad melange.
  • The soups. They seem to have been created as an afterthought of what to do with leftovers. With a little more effort, they'd be quite good.
  • Some of the pricing. Call Mlle. De Joie a curmudgeon, but $8.75 is outrageous for a tuna melt.  In general, the sandwiches are tasty but not worth the price, portion-wise. And the Wednesday night spaghetti special for $5.25 may sound attractive, but it is not going to fill you up.
  • The noise. In the evenings the Post Office features live music. This is a Good Thing. Unfortunately, the patrons are not always especially appreciative, particularly Friday and Saturday nights, and will continue their conversations by elevating their voices to be heard over the music. If you're in the back section of the Post Office you won't be able to hear anything except people shouting. When every table is filled at lunch, it sometimes sounds like a clatter of bricks falling off a roof.

You could do worse for lunch in Redding. If you want to have a conversation, avoid noon to 1:00 PM.

The Post Office Saloon and Grill, 1636 Market Street, Redding (in the old mall site, off the alley). 246-2190. Open 11:00 AM until midnight, or earlier if the crowds are thin. Closed Sundays. No reservations.  No minors. Credit cards accepted. See menu at www.menucentral.com/restaurant

- Femme de Joie

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