Cafe Life

December 12, 2007

A day at the Marche d' Aligre

Aligre
photo: copyright Marche d'Aligre

Food markets are abundant in France.  Some are known for food, others carry a wide variety of items.  Some markets are permanent real estate, others are only there on certain days. A movable feast, if you will.  In Paris, each neighborhood has their markets.  It is where the food shopping is done, close to home.  Most locals visit specific markets, and develop a relationship with the food purveyors.  They know who has the best beets, who's onions are grown locally etc.  The purveyors take pride in knowing their merchandise and will pick out the cream of the crop for you, you needn't root around and touch the produce.  Think Mr. Whipple preaching *Don't squeeze the Charmin*.   

When I visited Paris in September, I was able to tour the Aligre Market with my friend Anne.  Though this market is not in her neighborhood, she likes it very much.  And being a foodie, I totally trust her judgment!  Come on, let me show you around.

First, we grabbed a nosh, alright, you beat it out of me, a few noshes at one of her favorite places in the area, Moisan Bakery.  All the freshly baked treats are organic. I highly recommend it!  After we inhaled our homemade goodies in no time flat, we checked out the produce at the outside market.

Leeks

Look at those fabulous leeks...they were the size of Louisville sluggers.

Artichokes

The artichokes like softballs. (No, I am not a baseball fan. And the sports references stop here, I swear on a stack of baseball cards)

Zucchini

Have you ever seen a round zucchini before (you know I could have gone there..but I promised)

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This sure beats a UPC codes plastered on the shelves at a supermarket, doesn't it?  You know the stuff is fresh when the sign is handwritten!

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Even the salad greens looked extra gorgeous, not all wet and soggy from the automatic sprayer clogged with bacteria and green gunk. Mmmm, that sounds edible!!

There is also a brocante located outside.  Here is a shot of some Netsuke for sale.

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We all had a chuckle at all the naughty little poses. *blushing*

Anne tells me the inside of the market has much better quality than the outside, which I can hardly believe.  There is a butcher, cheese shop, fish monger, gourmet spices and jams and more!

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This is the *inside* lettuce.  Do you see a difference?  I bet the rabbits can tell. 

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After our tour, we worked up quite a thirst, so we strolled over to Le Baron Bouge, where all the locals go when they are done shopping at the market.  This place is usually brimming with life, but we had the place to ourselves during our visit.  If you go on a Sunday, the crowds are so heavy that you will see locals lined up on the street eating oysters and drinking wine.  It is a convivial sight! 

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Check out the barrels of wine, ready for filling your empty bottles.  Now that is my idea of *to-go*!!!  Just look at the ridiculously cheap prices per liter.  You can't even buy a coke for that in Paris! Oh, how I love France!!!

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Anne and I indulged in a glass of wine and some delicious cheese.  Chris was a party pooper and had a beer.  Blech.  Beer in a wine bar..is he nuts?  Then it was time to head out for a little lunch.  We checked out another neighborhood favorite of Anne's, called Pause Cafe. 

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The joint was hopping, we waited and scored a table out on the terrace on a beautiful sunny day in Paris. Perfect for people watching.

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We enjoyed our prix-fixe lunch, and I highly recommend this place!  We each had a different entree and dessert...so we could share a little nibble from each others plates.  It is nice to have friends that know that trick...and appreciate it!!  Nothing worse than asking your French friend to share her meal and have her give you a dirty look followed by a stab in the hand with her fork.  What a faux-pas that would be!  Come to think of it, in France, I think lesser ill-mannered dining infractions witnessed at dinner parties are often punishable with, gulp, the guillotine. "Off with your hand!"  Thank goodness for casual dining.

Marche d'Aligre
rue d'Aligre
Paris, 75012
Metro: Ledru-Rollin
check the website for hours, pictures and plan

Baron Bouge
1 rue Théophile Roussel 
Paris, 75012
01 43 43 14 32

Pause Cafe
41 rue de Charonne
Paris, 75011
01 48 06 80 33

Moisan
5 place d'Aligre
Paris, 75012
01 43 45 46 60

September 11, 2007

Deux-ling cafes

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Side by side they stand.  Paris's most famous artists, writers and visitors alike have flocked to these cafes for decades.  They are both popular, but if you love one, you hate the other.  And vice-versa.  The passionate debates for one over the other just facinates me.  Why can't you like both?  I'll be frequenting many cafes on my upcoming visit.  So I ask you...which one do you prefer?  And if you had to pick your favorite other than these two....which one would it be? 

Photos: Cafe de Flore and Les Deux Magot, St. Germain-des-Pres, Paris

September 04, 2007

Mercato Osteria

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By now you all know how fond I am of Italy and real Italian cooking.  I have done restaurant reviews in the past, where I give you a factual play by play of every course, ingredient, decor and service, which is really easy when you're not attached to a place. Unfortunately Fortunately, that is not going to be what happens this time.  This time I will tell you a story... one I am writing from the heart, which is so much harder.

About two years ago, when we returned from our trip to Italy, I ran across a tiny panini shop in back of the Red Hook Inn in Red Hook, NY.  It was called Mercato Tivolio.  It was closed at the time, but I made a mental note *self, you must remember to go back and check that place out*.  The next time I was in town, I lucked out.  It was open.  It was a cute little place, with just a few rustic tables, authentic Italian produce, meats, cheeses, pastas, sauces and imported olive-oil for sale.  They had a tiny menu with homemade soups, panini sandwiches, espresso and fresh baked cookies and biscotti.  The food was outstanding.  I told many friends, my family and of course, Chris about it.  We all had started to frequent it. 

One lazy afternoon, Chris and I dropped by and started chatting with Francesco, the owner.  He is from Rome. We told him of our vacation, and our love for Italy...the food ...the people.  We must have been describing our stay in Positano because somehow limoncello entered the conversation. "Ah, you like limoncello", he asks?  As our heads are nodding up and down, he disappears into the back and comes back with a bottle of homemade limoncello, and proceeds to pour us each a glass. We sip the liquid gold as we chat some more and he shares his recipe with us.  We practice speaking some Italian...and he is game.  This all takes place while his other half Michele(who is the other owner) is busy waiting on other customers and watching their little baby boy and dog, who are adorably toddling around.  Everyone is there. They are all smiling, having fun, doing what they love.  Feels like Italy to me.  From that day on, it was no longer just the little panini shop....they were like friends.   

For the next few months, we visit when we can (never often enough).  Always greeted with a smile and "Ciao, ciao".  Until one fateful day last year when they told us they were closing. Oh God No!!  The good news was that they were looking for a bigger space, still had not found a space, but rest assured, they would open again. Crisis averted!  So from last July 2006, we patiently waited, praying, that we would soon hear of their new Grand Opening....and that it wasn't in say, Alaska! We heard nothing. We waited some more.  Nothing.  Finally, just when we were about to give up....it arrived.  A postcard announcing their Grand Opening of Mercato Osteria.  The best news, their new space...an osteria, cafe and wine bar, is still located in Red Hook.  We waste no time visiting and run right up opening week.

The new location is wonderful.  The walls are a buttery lemon yellow, dark wood tables, a bar with stools for a quick nosh or glass of wine, a front porch with a few tables for summer nights, and the best part...an open kitchen where you can watch Francesco cook.  I'll admit, the first time we came for an all out meal, a thought did cross my mind...."Geez, I hope he can cook"!  After all, making paninis is so very different from running a full fledged Italian restaurant.  But, keeping in mind that he is 6th generation Buitoni pasta family, straight from Italy, where he learned how to cook from his Grandmother and his recent stint as a wine sommelier for Mario Batali at one of his NYC restaurants, all doubts should be assuaged.      

Just as in Italy, all of the ingredients are fresh and grown local.  The herbs are snipped fresh from the garden. The pasta...homemade.  In fact, on one of our visits, we watched him plunk down a giant pasta machine gizmo, weighing in at oh 50 lbs, on his prep table and feed a lump of spinach pasta dough into said gizmo about 10 times until it resembled a silk train on brides wedding dress all in the span of about 3 minutes. Then with a few quick flicks of a knife (maybe he was Zorro in a former life) and a dusting of flour, he tosses the fat sage green noodles a few times and piles them into a container awaiting a sauce for tonight's dinner service.  Uh, it was at this point that I no longer worried about his cooking. That boy has some skills! I stared and drooled in amazement, as this would have taken me the better part of a day and that smooth silk sheet would have wound up looking more like the veil over my face, not the train.

Because everything is fresh, the menu changes daily. It is handwritten in white chalk on the backboard, and as somethings runs out, it quickly gets crossed off the board.

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Lunch is still soups, paninis and pasta, typical cafe fare.  For dinner you'll find antipasti and salads for starters. Primi (first course) consists of risotto and pastas-many of them are homemade. Secondi (second course) is a selection of the freshest fish, chicken and steak, or whatever looks good at the market.

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And of course, dessert.  There is always a delicious homemade tiramisu on offer, as well as biscotti.

Tiramisu Biscotti

You may be lucky, and get to sample the ricotta cheesecake, which doesn't even make it to the menu...the wait staff casually mentions that it just came out of the oven. All of his sauces are delicious...mouthwatering, squisito. The local ingredients are divine.  The pasta is cooked al-dente, perfeto!  The wines, which just arrived in August, are a wonderful compliment to the food. 

I can tell you wholeheartedly that I just love this place!  If I can't get to Italy, it is here that I come for a true Italian meal and experience.  I would recommend it to anyone and everyone...and I have.  Friends and family who have gone, just can't say enough good things.  And they can't wait to return.  This is not a 5 star Michelin rated fine dining experience that I would recommend for a once in a lifetime romantic dinner for two. It's nothing like that.  It's friendly, it's loud, it's convivial, everyone is laughing, clinking glasses, having a good time, enjoying their food.  It's not snobby or pretentious.  There are no rules.  Grab a glass of wine at the bar.  An espresso and biscotti.  A salad and a panini.  Sit down for a full blown 4 course meal, whatever.  It's just easy.

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You'll see Francesco cooking, Michele waiting tables and making reservations with their newest addition a 6 month old son on her hip(I don't know how she does it) and his older brother, now 3, weaving from table to table, chatting up the customers.  Francesco's Aunt Mietta is there from Rome, tending the garden out front, taking the kids and dog for a much needed walk or busing tables when it gets busy.  She was delightful, telling me stories of Rome and when Francesco was a baby in NYC.  Toward the end of my last visit there, I went up to say 'ciao' to him while he was cooking.  He asked me what I had to eat.  When he found out I did not have any of the fresh mozzarella di bufula, he lopped of a piece and gave it to me to savor while I took his picture.  Oh, how it just melted in my mouth.

At its simplest, it is a great place to eat great Italian food, in an Authentic Italian atmosphere.  But as you peel away the layers you realize you are part of so much more.  You are a part in making someones dream come true. A dream that involves family and the good life. Though they are feeding you, you are feeding his passion for cooking, for creating, for his country. And it feels good knowing that.  And though you always leave full from the incredible meal you have just eaten, your heart is full knowing you are supporting a local business and for helping this couple care for their *growing* family and for making dreams come true.  Here, you are not just a customer, you are a friend, you are famiglia.  You won't find that at any Olive Garden.

Mercato Osteria   
61 East Market Street
Red Hook,NY  12571
845.758.5879
I recommend reservations

June 04, 2007

Caffé Macchiato

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The first time I was introduced to an Italian Cafe, was when I set foot in one in Italy in 2004.  I had read all my guidebooks like a good little tourist....and I was certainly excited a the prospect of visiting a café.  I like love coffee, so for me it was only natural that I would want to explore.  Thing is...those guide books never prepared me for how much I would treasure a good Italian Cafe.  So imagine how excited I was to stumble upon a new cafe that opened in Newburgh called Caffe Macchiato.  Just the name conjures up images of milky, creamy mocha colored heaven in my mind. 

A caffe macchiato is an Italian coffee drink.....espresso with a dollop of foamed milk on top.  Macchiato means 'stained' in Italian.  So it is coffee stained with milk.  What a fitting name for this cute little cafe right near the Newburgh waterfront

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Even the facade from outside screams Italian, with the tiny cafe tables, the blackboard with the menu and the sign swinging from a wrought iron hanger.

The owner speaks and her lovely Italian accent wafts through the cafe.  If I close my eyes, I really do feel like I'm in Rome.  The walls are lined with teas and coffee.  Antique coffee pots and presses are displayed on shelves. The warm ocher colored walls and dark wood tables and bar offer a European feel.

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We ordered a French press and a crepe  Out comes a large French press filled with some of the best I have tasted.  She uses coffee from Veneto, Italy.  Our crepe was filled with Nutella, banana and strawberry, smothered in Creme Anglais and dusted with powdered sugar.  This crepe rivaled some of the best crepes from Paris.  We were making loud moaning noises at the table, but in typical Italian fashion....we did not care! 

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The display case in front are filled with homemade treats like biscotti, tiramisu, madeleines, croissants, panna cotta, pistachio truffles, and dried fruit like figs and apricots filled with nuts. The menu has typical cafe fare....espresso and coffee drinks, pannino, salads, pasta, fish and more.

We couldn't leave without a few to-go treats.  So we grabbed a madeleine, biscotti, pistachio green tea truffle and a stuffed fig.  They were all just delicious.  On the way out I asked the owner why she came here to Newburgh from Rome.  In her very broken English she asked "You enjoy your breakfast?", to which we of course replied,"Oh, very much!" Her reply..."Well, that is what I want to do for you, have you enjoy some of my Italian cooking and maka good food for you...this is why I am here." 

As her by-line states Caffe Macchiato is 'A touch of Italy in downtown historic Newburgh'.  Not only do I agree, but I am so glad that I can experience an authentic Italian Cafe without having to go to Rome.

Caffe Macchiato


99 Liberty Street
Newburgh, NY  12550
845.565.4616

January 10, 2007

Café au Lait

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I consider myself a coffee connoisseur. I like strong coffee. So the notion of drinking coffee with so much milk is, well, unsettling. And the bowl, what is up with the bowl? Who drinks coffee from a bowl? The French do, that’s who!

Well, ok, not all the time. It depends on who and where you are. So, one of the first things I felt I had to experience for myself while in Paris was this café au lait. As luck would have it, my hotel offered petit déjeuner (breakfast) every morning for no extra charge. It was served in a cozy little room, overlooking a pretty little square called the Place Dauphine. My first morning, the jovial housekeeper/waitress delivered a typical French breakfast- a café au lait and a small baguette with jam. To my chagrin, my café au lait was served in acup, complete with handle – not a bowl. It was the color of creamy caramel. The steamed, frothy milk floated like clouds on top. The taste was so smooooooth. For the rest of the trip I enjoyed a café au lait every morning. I even purchased two white café au lait bowls in the Marais section of Paris and could not wait to recreate my version when I returned home.

Fast forward to my return home. I unwrapped my shiny white bowls and set out to make my first café au lait. But, I do not own an espresso machine. In a perfect world everyone would own a deluxe, state of the art, Francis Francis espresso machine…..in cherry red. This machine is the crème de la crème of espresso machines. My dream machine. It can make espresso, cappuccino, café au lait and more. It’s gotta be good if Giada DeLaurentiis has one on the kitchen counter of her set of Everyday Italian. Just one catch - they cost about $650! I can get a round trip ticket back to Paris for that! I could be sitting at Café Flore, listening to the hot air rush thru the steam tube as my milk froths up for less than $650.I have to go back to the ‘old-fashioned’ way of making one, with regular run of the mill kitchen equipment. This recipe is for one serving. You will need:

french press, coffee grinder, frother
Filtered water
Strong, fresh, whole bean coffee (I prefer french roast)
coffee grinder
french press
frother or whisk
2% milk

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Start by boiling a kettle of filtered water. Rinse french press with hot water. Grind the beans to a course grind and place 4 generous tablespoons in the bottom of the french press (more if you like your coffee stronger). When the water boils, let rest off the heat for about 1 minute. Measure 1 ¬Ω cups of the water and pour into the french press. Stir with a wooden spoon to combine. Place top (plunger) on the carafe and let sit for 4 minutes (more than 4 minutes will burn the coffee and turn it bitter). Carefully, push the plunger down on top of the grounds. Meanwhile, while coffee is brewing, place 1 cup of milk in a small saucepan and scald the milk, but do not boil or burn it. When coffee is brewed, remove milk from the heat and whisk or use frother to make it light and foamy. Pour the coffee from the press and the milk from the saucepan simultaneously into the bowl so they are combined. Grab bowl with both hands and sip!

I often still wonder why the cup had to replace the bowl. I like the bowl. First, you get a larger portion if you use a bowl. You can savor your breakfast a bit longer. It is as if you are somehow embracing the warm coffee, much as you should embrace the start of each new morning. By design, the bowl encourages sipping. There is no handle, you have less control and must drink slower. The cup, on the hand, is rather cold. Your hands never come in contact with the heat and warmth of the cup. In fact, the handle stays cold…on purpose. The cup is smaller, designed to serve the ‘hurry up, finish your coffee, I am running late philosophy.’ When is the last time you saw someone walking out of Starbucks with a bowl of coffee to go? Never…it’s in a cup. The cup seems to represent the American lifestyle; the bowl represents the European lifestyle. I prefer slowing down, relaxing, and enjoying to rushing, rushing, gulping and running. Don't you?

These days I enjoy a bowl of café au lait every morning for breakfast. It is part of my morning ritual. If I am running late or out of coffee beans and I grab a cup of coffee-to-go, I feel out of sorts….like something is missing. Next time you want a cup of coffee for your breakfast, fix yourself a steaming bowl of café au lait, add a croissant or some biscotti, put some Edith Piaf in the CD player, close your eyes and imagine you’re in Paris!

Bon Appétit!

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