Tag: restaurants

  • Shop n' Nosh

    I am WAY behind on shopping. I know I’ve been writing out gift guides for y’all, but that doesn’t mean that I’m surrounded with foodies in my real life. I have to buy Bionicles and Restoration Hardware tchotchkes like the rest of you.

    But I generally hate shopping. The only way I can suffer the hours of bumping into other people, sweating into my winter coat as I stand in line, and the dearth of endless can-I-help-yous from holiday retail associates is to know that in the end I’ll be fed.

    I’m the most focused when I shop alone, and find dining alone most rewarding. Sitting at the bar of a restaurant, you’re generally not bugged by other people, your bartender is always right in front of you, and it can be a beautiful, solitary moment when it’s just you and your food. The right places will read your mood and engage or retreat as dictated.

    This is my potential week:

    If I have to go to Southdale, and fight the good fight of the mall crowds, I’m planning on ending up at Via. I might have to fight for a space at the bar, but the tomato arugula salad and prosciutto flat bread are worth it.

    My Uptown trip will include Paper Source and the Shoe Zoo, which means I’ll be very close to Lucia’s. The lack of a real bar might force this into a mid-day lunch trip which means snacking on crepes at a little table in the corner of Lucia’s Take-Home. BONUS: I can buy a giant loaf of artisan bread and bring it home for dinner, double Santa!

    Nordeast means Surdyk’s, Bibelot, Pacifier, and Let’s Cook. A big trip like that may deserve a treat at The Red Stag, though I haven’t tried them out yet. A safer bet, depending on my mood, would be a juicy burger at The Bulldog.

    Downtown, post-Macy’s, post-parade, post-Juut treatment (a girl’s gotta treat herself sometimes), I’d head to Bank. Quiet and majestic, their service is spot-on.

    Grand Ave has more than enough shopping to make me dizzy, but Golden Fig will be my main stop. If I stop at Penzey’s as well, I’ll be called into Tavern on Grand by a cold beer and a basket of fried walleye. I am powerless in this instance.

    I refuse to go to Hugedale.

    I do have one shopping date scheduled with a BFF for last minute digging on Christmas Eve. We’re planning to head to 50th/France sometime in the morning and just see how it all plays out. I’m pretty sure there will be a glass of wine at Beaujo’s and potentially another at Salut a few hours later.

    At that point, the tree should be stocked and my gullet properly tuned to appreciate the next week’s home-cooking-athon.

  • Zagat and the Wisdom of Crowds

    A couple of books have arrived in the mail recently -and set
    me to thinking about the role of critics – Zagat’s America’s Top Restaurants 2008, and
    Food & Philosophy: Eat, Think and Be Merry, edited by Fritz Alhoff and Dave
    Monroe (Blackwell Publishing).

    I opened the Zagat guide and turned to the Minneapolis-St.
    Paul section with sadistic relish, eagerly anticipating another opportunity to
    trash the plebian tastes of the great unwashed. Zagat’s ratings are compiled
    based on reviews from diners, and I’ve been pretty skeptical about reader
    restaurant surveys ever since the days when the readers of one local magazine
    ranked Leeann Chin as best Chinese. (If my memory is correct, they also rated
    McDonald’s as best burger.) Of course, most readers knew better, but the number
    who favored the Golden Arches was greater than the number who chose any other
    single candidate. In the latest survey, these readers ranked Big Bowl and PF
    Chang’s
    in the top five for Chinese cuisine, showing that le plus ca change… –
    but I digress.

    To my great disappointment, I discovered that I really don’t
    have much of a beef with the top ten picks in the new Zagat guide. The highest
    score, 28 points for food, was a four-way tie between La Belle Vie, 112 Eatery,
    Restaurant Alma
    and the Bayport Cookery, with Lucia’s, Vincent and D’Amico Cucina one
    point behind, followed by Manny’s, Heartland and Fugaise, tied with 26 points
    each.

    Of course, this is like comparing apples and oranges, but
    these are all respectable choices. You can’t really compare La Belle Vie, the
    112 eatery and Manny’s, but these three are all best of kind, or at least very
    good restaurants. I do have to admit that the last time I dined at La Belle
    Vie, sometime around hour three and course eight of a nine-round gastronomic
    blowout, I found myself getting a little bored, but that’s just me.

    The one major omission from Zagat’s Top 10 is Saffron, which
    I would put pretty close to the top of my list. Based on my most recent dining
    experience, I would also put Cosmos and maybe Wolfgang Puck’s 20.21 and Little
    Szechuan
    in my top 10, but I am not sure which restaurants I would bump to make
    room – probably Manny’s, and maybe the Bayport Cookery.

    Zagat also lists ten "Other Noteworthy Places", including
    B.A.N.K., Chambers Kitchen, Cosmos, Cue, the Dakota, Oceanaire, Solera, Saint
    Paul Grill, Town Talk Diner,
    and 20.21.
    These are also very deserving restaurants, mostly, though I would drop
    the Saint Paul Grill and the too-noisy Town Talk Diner to make room for some
    sentimental favorites: the Grand Café, Corner Table, and the Atlas Grille.

    By now, you are probably wondering what any of this has to
    do with the anthology of essays about food and philosophy. Well, the connection
    is pretty slender, but (WARNING: SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION AHEAD!) it just so
    happens that an essay of mine was included, titled "Who Needs a Critic: The
    Standard of Taste and the Power of Branding." (The original title was
    Gastroporn and the Power of Branding, but that sounded a little too kinky for
    something that might wind up on an academic c.v.) And it just so happens that
    in a couple of paragraphs somewhere in the middle of the essay, I mention
    Zagat. I’ll spare you the philosophical jargon and cut to the meat of the
    argument, which is that enterprises like Zagat are among the factors that
    undermine the authority of critics. If I may quote myself (and why not?; in the
    essay I quote David Hume and Charlie the Tuna):

    "What we are witnessing in slow motion is the collapse of a
    regime of (gastronomic) truth for which the daily newspaper served as a central
    instrument, and the ascendancy of a rival discourse in which advertising, brand
    and image are central…"The publishing empire of Zagat, which invites all of its
    readers to rate food, service and atmosphere on numerical scales and then
    publishes their scores, undermines the very premises of the taste hierarchy by
    treating all its reviewers as "authorized knowers.""

    Zagat is an interesting example of what James Surowiecki has
    labeled "the wisdom of crowds." Surowiecki, a writer for the New Yorker
    magazine, argues that the aggregated opinions of a large group of ordinary people
    are often a more accurate source of information than the judgments of experts.

    At any rate, quite apart from the philosophical
    thumb-sucking, there is an interesting question here: If part of what
    restaurant critics are supposed to do is to serve as reliable predictors of
    what restaurants their readers are most likely to enjoy, and if it turns out
    that a compilation of data from diners can predict those tastes with greater
    accuracy than a critic can, what role is left for restaurant critics?

    You might object that the aggregate judgment of Zagat’s
    guides can only reflect the judgments of its middle-brow reviewers, and that
    consumers with a more refined or exotic sensibility will still want to turn to
    Iggers or Bauer, but it’s really only a matter of time before the algorithms
    get a bit more sophisticated. Like Netflix, which can predict which movies you
    will like based on which movies thousands of others with similar taste profiles
    have enjoyed, Zagat’s legions, and smart software, will soon be able to offer
    more reliable advice than any one critic – especially one with a fixation on hole-in-the-wall Chinese eateries.

    So, what’s a critic to do? Maybe a better role for us is to
    be storytellers – but that’s another story.