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New York Times
7 days ago
- Entertainment
- New York Times
Giddy Up, Cowboy Caviar
Jump scare! It's me, Kim Severson. I'm filling in for Melissa Clark, she of the 'glossy red hair and angular jaw,' as she was described last week in a spicy San Francisco Chronicle article about the chef Thomas Keller. It's Memorial Day. Here's why I love America: It's packed coast to coast with hyperlocal food and singular culinary traditions. I'm constantly delighted by how different a dish can be from one state to another. Take collard greens, for example. The fried collards served between two discs of hot-water cornbread in a corner of North Carolina could not be more different than the greens stewed with two kinds of pork and red pepper flakes in the Mississippi Delta. Texas has a particularly long list of culinary quirks, and cowboy caviar is one I really like. It's the trifecta of party dishes: delicious, easy and a crowd favorite. The original — black-eyed peas in vinaigrette — was knocked out by a New Yorker who moved to Texas and first served it at a Houston country club. Margaux Laskey, a Midwesterner by way of the South, adds black beans and corn, with some cilantro and jalapeño for character. It's a great dish for an impromptu Memorial Day cookout. Featured Recipe View Recipe → Want all of The Times? Subscribe.
The Age
23-05-2025
- The Age
Ultra-luxury small ship will call Australia home this summer
By design and by capacity, the ship never feels crowded. Passengers gravitate to favourite spaces – the Observation Bar on Deck 10, the pool deck and cabanas, the hot tubs at the aft of Deck 5, the spa serenity zone. The main hub is Seabourn Square, an all-day venue serving coffee, ice-cream and snacks. It's where the guest services and shore excursions teams are located, as well as the library, board games and boutiques. It's an appealing space to gather and socialise, or to simply relax in one of the comfy leather recliners. The stateroom There are 229 suites, all with living areas and bedrooms, which can be separated by a velvet curtain. Almost 90 per cent are Veranda Suites, featuring a balcony and at least 29 square metres of indoor/outdoor space. Ocean View Suites (there are 26) are all on Deck 4, with large windows instead of balconies and a generous amount of indoor space. When cruising in warmer weather, the extra spend for a balcony is worth it. For a bigger splurge, Penthouse, Owner's and Signature suites are akin to upscale apartments. Cream-and-brown interiors look a bit dated, though well-maintained. Two attendants work in tandem to make sure our suite is spotless, the minibar is stocked with our favourite beverages and the marble bathroom has a wide range of full-size Molton Brown toiletries. USB ports on the bedside tables are handy. Power outlets are US-style, so remember to pack an adaptor. The food Meals across all venues are reliably good, with a few excellent stand-outs. Everything is included in the fare; no up-sells, for-fee specialty restaurants or exclusive zones. Don't miss the signature caviar party, when caviar blinis and cocktails are served on the pool deck (or in the surf on Caribbean cruises). Reservations are not required anywhere except in Solis, the Mediterranean fine dining restaurant, where seating is limited. Solis replaces The Grill by Thomas Keller, a former collaboration with the well-known chef. The next day's menus are delivered to suites during evening turndown so that tough choices can be pondered. Will it be a three-course dinner in The Restaurant, the only venue where guests are required to dress up; a more casual meal at The Colonnade, or the ever-popular room service option? If the weather's nice, many will opt for Earth & Ocean, where fresh, inventive dishes are served under the stars. From 6-9pm each night in The Club lounge, sushi and sashimi is made to order. During the two weeks we spend on the ship, menus are never repeated. Wellness The spa offers the usual cruise ship indulgences – facials, wraps, massages, manicures – at high prices that won't surprise frequent cruisers. It's a good idea to book in treatments as soon as you embark. Many guests have on-board credit to spend, and with drinks and meals all included, there aren't so many places to spend it. The focus on holistic wellness is still strong. Acupuncture sessions are available, as well as group yoga, meditation and stretch classes. A well-equipped gym with weights, treadmills and cross-trainers is busy most days. Personal training sessions are available at extra cost. The additional-fee Serene Zone lacks a hydrotherapy pool or hot tub. Better to swim, soak and splash in the pools and tubs on the open decks. Guests with healthy diet goals will find an abundance of salads, fresh proteins, fruit and vegetables available. Special requests are happily accommodated, no fuss. Entertainment The entertainment is designed to suit the interests of well-travelled guests. No magic tricks or awkward stand-up comedy, but there is a talented troupe of six performers who put on Broadway-style shows in the Grand Salon. A house band plays in The Club on Deck 5 every night. In the small casino, there are a few poker machines and tables for card games. A hotly contested trivia competition is well-attended and runs over several days. Shore excursions are not included in the cruise fare. In most ports, a complimentary shuttle bus is provided if the attractions are not in walking distance (Lyttleton port to Christchurch, for example). The Seabourn Conversations series, exclusive to the line, features scholars, chefs and experts in conversation. During our cruise, guests are especially engaged with the presentations by Peter Tesch, former Australian ambassador to Russia and Germany. The crew It's the extraordinary service that really makes this voyage shine. Thirty seconds after I jump into the pool, a waiter appears with my favourite drink. I inquire about a product I'd like to buy from the spa. It's out of stock, but a few days later, I'm told it's been sourced from another ship. It's an art to provide luxury service that's caring and attentive, but never obsequious or intrusive. Hailing from the Philippines, South Africa, Germany and many other places, the crew works well together and clearly benefits from extensive training. The ratio of crew to guests (not far off 1:1) means you never have to wait for assistance or a drink. There are no butlers in penguin suits, but room attendants happy to perform the same tasks (packing assistance or in-room bar replenishment, for example), upon request. The verdict Loading Great fun, great food, great people. A Seabourn voyage is a splurge, but it's good value, with so much included in the fare. I've answered my own question: is 15 days too long to be at sea? It's not long enough. Even before we disembark, I'm looking up future voyages. I'm inspired by an American woman we meet who is staying on the ship for the next four months. Not too big, not too small, Seabourn Quest has everything you need and nothing you don't. The compact, intimate size helps create a cosy village vibe, far from the city-at-sea atmosphere on mega-ships. The details From December 20, 2025, Seabourn Quest will return to Australia for a wave season of voyages exploring Australia, New Zealand, Asia and the Pacific. The 15-day Australia and New Zealand itinerary departs Sydney on 20 December. From $15,199 a person, twin share. See Our rating out of five
Sydney Morning Herald
23-05-2025
- Sydney Morning Herald
Ultra-luxury small ship will call Australia home this summer
By design and by capacity, the ship never feels crowded. Passengers gravitate to favourite spaces – the Observation Bar on Deck 10, the pool deck and cabanas, the hot tubs at the aft of Deck 5, the spa serenity zone. The main hub is Seabourn Square, an all-day venue serving coffee, ice-cream and snacks. It's where the guest services and shore excursions teams are located, as well as the library, board games and boutiques. It's an appealing space to gather and socialise, or to simply relax in one of the comfy leather recliners. The stateroom There are 229 suites, all with living areas and bedrooms, which can be separated by a velvet curtain. Almost 90 per cent are Veranda Suites, featuring a balcony and at least 29 square metres of indoor/outdoor space. Ocean View Suites (there are 26) are all on Deck 4, with large windows instead of balconies and a generous amount of indoor space. When cruising in warmer weather, the extra spend for a balcony is worth it. For a bigger splurge, Penthouse, Owner's and Signature suites are akin to upscale apartments. Cream-and-brown interiors look a bit dated, though well-maintained. Two attendants work in tandem to make sure our suite is spotless, the minibar is stocked with our favourite beverages and the marble bathroom has a wide range of full-size Molton Brown toiletries. USB ports on the bedside tables are handy. Power outlets are US-style, so remember to pack an adaptor. The food Meals across all venues are reliably good, with a few excellent stand-outs. Everything is included in the fare; no up-sells, for-fee specialty restaurants or exclusive zones. Don't miss the signature caviar party, when caviar blinis and cocktails are served on the pool deck (or in the surf on Caribbean cruises). Reservations are not required anywhere except in Solis, the Mediterranean fine dining restaurant, where seating is limited. Solis replaces The Grill by Thomas Keller, a former collaboration with the well-known chef. The next day's menus are delivered to suites during evening turndown so that tough choices can be pondered. Will it be a three-course dinner in The Restaurant, the only venue where guests are required to dress up; a more casual meal at The Colonnade, or the ever-popular room service option? If the weather's nice, many will opt for Earth & Ocean, where fresh, inventive dishes are served under the stars. From 6-9pm each night in The Club lounge, sushi and sashimi is made to order. During the two weeks we spend on the ship, menus are never repeated. Wellness The spa offers the usual cruise ship indulgences – facials, wraps, massages, manicures – at high prices that won't surprise frequent cruisers. It's a good idea to book in treatments as soon as you embark. Many guests have on-board credit to spend, and with drinks and meals all included, there aren't so many places to spend it. The focus on holistic wellness is still strong. Acupuncture sessions are available, as well as group yoga, meditation and stretch classes. A well-equipped gym with weights, treadmills and cross-trainers is busy most days. Personal training sessions are available at extra cost. The additional-fee Serene Zone lacks a hydrotherapy pool or hot tub. Better to swim, soak and splash in the pools and tubs on the open decks. Guests with healthy diet goals will find an abundance of salads, fresh proteins, fruit and vegetables available. Special requests are happily accommodated, no fuss. Entertainment The entertainment is designed to suit the interests of well-travelled guests. No magic tricks or awkward stand-up comedy, but there is a talented troupe of six performers who put on Broadway-style shows in the Grand Salon. A house band plays in The Club on Deck 5 every night. In the small casino, there are a few poker machines and tables for card games. A hotly contested trivia competition is well-attended and runs over several days. Shore excursions are not included in the cruise fare. In most ports, a complimentary shuttle bus is provided if the attractions are not in walking distance (Lyttleton port to Christchurch, for example). The Seabourn Conversations series, exclusive to the line, features scholars, chefs and experts in conversation. During our cruise, guests are especially engaged with the presentations by Peter Tesch, former Australian ambassador to Russia and Germany. The crew It's the extraordinary service that really makes this voyage shine. Thirty seconds after I jump into the pool, a waiter appears with my favourite drink. I inquire about a product I'd like to buy from the spa. It's out of stock, but a few days later, I'm told it's been sourced from another ship. It's an art to provide luxury service that's caring and attentive, but never obsequious or intrusive. Hailing from the Philippines, South Africa, Germany and many other places, the crew works well together and clearly benefits from extensive training. The ratio of crew to guests (not far off 1:1) means you never have to wait for assistance or a drink. There are no butlers in penguin suits, but room attendants happy to perform the same tasks (packing assistance or in-room bar replenishment, for example), upon request. The verdict Loading Great fun, great food, great people. A Seabourn voyage is a splurge, but it's good value, with so much included in the fare. I've answered my own question: is 15 days too long to be at sea? It's not long enough. Even before we disembark, I'm looking up future voyages. I'm inspired by an American woman we meet who is staying on the ship for the next four months. Not too big, not too small, Seabourn Quest has everything you need and nothing you don't. The compact, intimate size helps create a cosy village vibe, far from the city-at-sea atmosphere on mega-ships. The details From December 20, 2025, Seabourn Quest will return to Australia for a wave season of voyages exploring Australia, New Zealand, Asia and the Pacific. The 15-day Australia and New Zealand itinerary departs Sydney on 20 December. From $15,199 a person, twin share. See Our rating out of five
Eater
22-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Eater
The 16 Coldest Martinis in Miami
View as Map Miami's love affair with coffee makes the espresso martini an understandable favorite, but as its palate matures, the classic martini has become the new 'it' drink in town. From the clean, bracing simplicity of a well-chilled gin martini to the briny indulgence of a dirty version loaded with olives, Miami's bartenders are putting their spin on this timeless icon. Here are the best spots to order one. Locations are listed from east to west. Read More Eater maps are curated by editors and aim to reflect a diversity of neighborhoods, cuisines, and prices. Learn more about our editorial process. If you buy something or book a reservation from an Eater link, Vox Media may earn a commission. See our ethics policy. A South Miami staple since the 1940s, locals mourned when it closed in 2015 and celebrated its return in 2022 — classics intact, including the signature ice-cold martini with a sidecar. The dark, cavernous feel adds to its charm, and dishes like the Original Thumb Bits (seared tenderloin tips with au jus served over toasted baguette slices) are a happy throwback in time. This popular bistro from acclaimed chef Thomas Keller serves a martini inspired by the Vesper, the cocktail Ian Fleming created for James Bond. Made with gin distilled with olives, bay leaves, thyme, and rosemary, the Bistro Martini leans into a distinctive Mediterranean flavor, and while it isn't shaken as Bond would prefer, stirring it 50 times ensures it is ice cold. Sip it on the newly opened patio — a stylish space that's ideal for lingering over a well-made drink. Order — what else — the house Gibson, a crisp, bracing martini that swaps olives for pickled onions, adding a tangy, savory edge to the classic. At the Gibson Room, it's elevated with a dash of dry sherry for a subtle nutty note, and served tableside from a Japanese shaker tin into a chilled glass. Two pearl onions round it out, offering just the right bite. This dimly lit bar, part of chef Michael Beltran's portfolio, sets the mood for indulgent pairings like maduros fondue with blue cheese and black garlic or bone marrow with buttermilk biscuits. Martini lovers flock to this newcomer from the team behind the now-shuttered Jaguar Sun, once known for some of the city's best cocktails. Here, the martini is a choose-your-own-adventure experience, with options for spirit, style (dry, 50/50, dirty, and filthy), and garnish (don't pass up the house blue cheese olives). Not in the mood to decide? Go for the Sunny's Martini, made with freezer gin and manzanilla sherry. This new addition to the Brickell bar scene may be a bit tricky to find (look for the unmarked door on the second floor of Mary Brickell Village), but it's well worth the effort. As the name suggests, this upscale speakeasy specializes in cocktails inspired by the Americas. The Taco Martini, made with tequila, avocado, grilled jalapeño oil, and a liqueur crafted from heirloom Mexican maize is as fun as it is flavorful. Head to the second floor of the Citadel food hall to experience one of the city's top bars, where under the glow of red lights, imbibers sip cocktails named after mythical beasts. The martini, dubbed 'Tarasca' after the Andalucian dragon said to summon storms and hail, is a sleek, silky mix with dill, cardamom, and a hint of olive oil — a combination that's unexpected and bold. Sign up for our newsletter. This longtime favorite edgy Vietnamese just rolled out a new martini lineup, with each of the four creations crafted by a different member of the bar team. Dubbed 'A Tini With A Snack,' the menu includes the Madame Ho Chi Minh, a Gibson-style martini with red bell shrub, paired with crispy pickled onion wonton, and the Golden Child, made with tequila, green chili, and served with crispy goat cheese stuffed olives. There's also the Dragon's Lair, which brings sake into the mix and comes with a side of wasabi peas. Chef Massimo Bottura, renowned for his three-Michelin-starred Osteria Francescana in Modena, brings his signature edgy Italian fare to Miami with this rooftop restaurant, perched atop Julia & Henry's food hall. Among its inventive cocktails, the Nuovo martini, made with Parmesan-infused vodka, walnut bitters, and Parmesan garnish, is a savory stunner that pairs beautifully with pasta. This lively aperitivo bar from Valentino Longo (formerly of the Champagne Bar) landed a James Beard finalist nod for Best New Bar less than a year after opening. Among several martini variations, a favorite with regulars is the Martini Doppio—a clever mashup of a dirty martini and a Gibson. Blending both French and Italian vermouth and topped with a cocktail onion steeped in sherry vinegar, oregano, and thyme, it hits a sweet-savory balance that's hard to beat. Pair it with one of the pizzas — some of the best in town. For a martini with a view, head to this local favorite helmed by iconic chef Michael Schwartz. With sweeping vistas of Biscayne Bay and Miami's skyline, the Lupe Martini stands out with its floral, refreshing notes, thanks to a blend of Italian lemon liqueur and L'Aperitivo Nonino, a bittersweet, citrus-forward aperitif. It's the ideal sip for watching the sunset while snacking on Schwartz's famous yuca puffs. This dark, retro bar in Miami Beach feels like a scene straight out of Miami Vice — if Don Johnson's character stumbled into a spot with top-tier cocktails and seriously good bar snacks. While there are several martinis on offer, the Bread Service Martini is a favorite. Served freezer-style (pre-batched and stored ice-cold for zero dilution) and paired with a buttery croissant, it's a match made in heaven. Those craving a classic Miami experience shouldn't miss this legendary spot. Known for its seasonal stone crabs and surprisingly good fried chicken (one of the best-kept secrets in town), both pair beautifully with an ice-cold martini. The ample martini menu spans flavors like key lime, lychee, and Godfather Sour, among others. For a sampler, stop by the bar Mondays through Thursday from 4:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. for happy hour to enjoy the Tiny Tini cocktails. The martini is a cocktail made with gin and vermouth, so what better place to enjoy one than at a bar dedicated entirely to gin? It's expertly made using gin infused with hojiblanca olives, nutty, fino sherry, dry vermouth, and finished with a saline solution for a briny edge. Pair it with the array of Spanish tapas, like jamon iberico de bellota, boquerones, or Manchego, for a perfectly balanced bite. Whether kicking off the night or winding it down, a stop at the Greystone Bar is always a good call. This sultry hideaway sets the tone with dim lighting and a touch of old-school glamour, making it the perfect backdrop for a S'il Vous Plaît martini. Shaken with Botanist gin, Amaro Montenegro, and Lillet Blanc, it's a herbaceous twist on the classic, with just enough bite to keep things interesting. For purists, the traditional version is just as satisfying, and both pair perfectly with the bar's smash burger and live jazz. Water Lion Wine + Alchemy Whether it's the gracious owners, shuck-to-order oysters, or the welcoming escape from the Miami chaos, this unpretentious bar tucked inside the Sagamore Hotel always hits the mark. While known for its extensive wine and sake collection, the real standout is the Dirty Pickle Martini. Made with briny, in-house pickles — a recipe so beloved it inspired the former bartender to launch his own local brand, Fancy Schmancy Pickles — this savory sip features a medley of over 11 vegetables, including radish, daikon, cauliflower, okra, cucumbers, and beets, with just a dash of olive brine. Le Sirenuse Restaurant & Champagne Bar Those seeking a martini with a side of glamour should head to this stunning bar inside the historic Surf Club, an oceanfront retreat that once drew the who's who of Hollywood and high society. While best known for its champagne, the martinis here hold their own — from the house version with a dash of orange bitters to the inventive Mango Olives, made with gin infused with toasted Arborio rice, clarified mango puree, Japanese rice spirit, and a touch of olive brine. © 2025 Vox Media, Inc. All rights reserved. Link copied to the clipboard. A South Miami staple since the 1940s, locals mourned when it closed in 2015 and celebrated its return in 2022 — classics intact, including the signature ice-cold martini with a sidecar. The dark, cavernous feel adds to its charm, and dishes like the Original Thumb Bits (seared tenderloin tips with au jus served over toasted baguette slices) are a happy throwback in time. Open in Google Maps Foursquare This popular bistro from acclaimed chef Thomas Keller serves a martini inspired by the Vesper, the cocktail Ian Fleming created for James Bond. Made with gin distilled with olives, bay leaves, thyme, and rosemary, the Bistro Martini leans into a distinctive Mediterranean flavor, and while it isn't shaken as Bond would prefer, stirring it 50 times ensures it is ice cold. Sip it on the newly opened patio — a stylish space that's ideal for lingering over a well-made drink. Order — what else — the house Gibson, a crisp, bracing martini that swaps olives for pickled onions, adding a tangy, savory edge to the classic. At the Gibson Room, it's elevated with a dash of dry sherry for a subtle nutty note, and served tableside from a Japanese shaker tin into a chilled glass. Two pearl onions round it out, offering just the right bite. This dimly lit bar, part of chef Michael Beltran's portfolio, sets the mood for indulgent pairings like maduros fondue with blue cheese and black garlic or bone marrow with buttermilk biscuits. Open in Google Maps Foursquare Martini lovers flock to this newcomer from the team behind the now-shuttered Jaguar Sun, once known for some of the city's best cocktails. Here, the martini is a choose-your-own-adventure experience, with options for spirit, style (dry, 50/50, dirty, and filthy), and garnish (don't pass up the house blue cheese olives). Not in the mood to decide? Go for the Sunny's Martini, made with freezer gin and manzanilla sherry. Open in Google Maps Foursquare This new addition to the Brickell bar scene may be a bit tricky to find (look for the unmarked door on the second floor of Mary Brickell Village), but it's well worth the effort. As the name suggests, this upscale speakeasy specializes in cocktails inspired by the Americas. The Taco Martini, made with tequila, avocado, grilled jalapeño oil, and a liqueur crafted from heirloom Mexican maize is as fun as it is flavorful. Head to the second floor of the Citadel food hall to experience one of the city's top bars, where under the glow of red lights, imbibers sip cocktails named after mythical beasts. The martini, dubbed 'Tarasca' after the Andalucian dragon said to summon storms and hail, is a sleek, silky mix with dill, cardamom, and a hint of olive oil — a combination that's unexpected and bold. This longtime favorite edgy Vietnamese just rolled out a new martini lineup, with each of the four creations crafted by a different member of the bar team. Dubbed 'A Tini With A Snack,' the menu includes the Madame Ho Chi Minh, a Gibson-style martini with red bell shrub, paired with crispy pickled onion wonton, and the Golden Child, made with tequila, green chili, and served with crispy goat cheese stuffed olives. There's also the Dragon's Lair, which brings sake into the mix and comes with a side of wasabi peas. Open in Google Maps Foursquare Chef Massimo Bottura, renowned for his three-Michelin-starred Osteria Francescana in Modena, brings his signature edgy Italian fare to Miami with this rooftop restaurant, perched atop Julia & Henry's food hall. Among its inventive cocktails, the Nuovo martini, made with Parmesan-infused vodka, walnut bitters, and Parmesan garnish, is a savory stunner that pairs beautifully with pasta. Book with OpenTable Book with OpenTable Open in Google Maps This lively aperitivo bar from Valentino Longo (formerly of the Champagne Bar) landed a James Beard finalist nod for Best New Bar less than a year after opening. Among several martini variations, a favorite with regulars is the Martini Doppio—a clever mashup of a dirty martini and a Gibson. Blending both French and Italian vermouth and topped with a cocktail onion steeped in sherry vinegar, oregano, and thyme, it hits a sweet-savory balance that's hard to beat. Pair it with one of the pizzas — some of the best in town. For a martini with a view, head to this local favorite helmed by iconic chef Michael Schwartz. With sweeping vistas of Biscayne Bay and Miami's skyline, the Lupe Martini stands out with its floral, refreshing notes, thanks to a blend of Italian lemon liqueur and L'Aperitivo Nonino, a bittersweet, citrus-forward aperitif. It's the ideal sip for watching the sunset while snacking on Schwartz's famous yuca puffs. Book with OpenTable Book with OpenTable Open in Google Maps Foursquare This dark, retro bar in Miami Beach feels like a scene straight out of Miami Vice — if Don Johnson's character stumbled into a spot with top-tier cocktails and seriously good bar snacks. While there are several martinis on offer, the Bread Service Martini is a favorite. Served freezer-style (pre-batched and stored ice-cold for zero dilution) and paired with a buttery croissant, it's a match made in heaven. Those craving a classic Miami experience shouldn't miss this legendary spot. Known for its seasonal stone crabs and surprisingly good fried chicken (one of the best-kept secrets in town), both pair beautifully with an ice-cold martini. The ample martini menu spans flavors like key lime, lychee, and Godfather Sour, among others. For a sampler, stop by the bar Mondays through Thursday from 4:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. for happy hour to enjoy the Tiny Tini cocktails. Open in Google Maps Foursquare The martini is a cocktail made with gin and vermouth, so what better place to enjoy one than at a bar dedicated entirely to gin? It's expertly made using gin infused with hojiblanca olives, nutty, fino sherry, dry vermouth, and finished with a saline solution for a briny edge. Pair it with the array of Spanish tapas, like jamon iberico de bellota, boquerones, or Manchego, for a perfectly balanced bite. Whether kicking off the night or winding it down, a stop at the Greystone Bar is always a good call. This sultry hideaway sets the tone with dim lighting and a touch of old-school glamour, making it the perfect backdrop for a S'il Vous Plaît martini. Shaken with Botanist gin, Amaro Montenegro, and Lillet Blanc, it's a herbaceous twist on the classic, with just enough bite to keep things interesting. For purists, the traditional version is just as satisfying, and both pair perfectly with the bar's smash burger and live jazz. Whether it's the gracious owners, shuck-to-order oysters, or the welcoming escape from the Miami chaos, this unpretentious bar tucked inside the Sagamore Hotel always hits the mark. While known for its extensive wine and sake collection, the real standout is the Dirty Pickle Martini. Made with briny, in-house pickles — a recipe so beloved it inspired the former bartender to launch his own local brand, Fancy Schmancy Pickles — this savory sip features a medley of over 11 vegetables, including radish, daikon, cauliflower, okra, cucumbers, and beets, with just a dash of olive brine. Open in Google Maps Foursquare Those seeking a martini with a side of glamour should head to this stunning bar inside the historic Surf Club, an oceanfront retreat that once drew the who's who of Hollywood and high society. While best known for its champagne, the martinis here hold their own — from the house version with a dash of orange bitters to the inventive Mango Olives, made with gin infused with toasted Arborio rice, clarified mango puree, Japanese rice spirit, and a touch of olive brine. Open in Google Maps Foursquare
San Francisco Chronicle
20-05-2025
- Entertainment
- San Francisco Chronicle
Thomas Keller asked me to leave the French Laundry. It turned into my most extraordinary night as a critic
Thomas Keller is fidgeting on the bench next to mine in the empty courtyard of the French Laundry. There's a slight quaver in the chef's voice, and he tells me he is nervous. This is not something he is accustomed to doing, he says — asking a critic to leave. He's sure I'm a nice person, he tells me, but he doesn't know my intentions, and he doesn't want me in his restaurant. I had pulled into Yountville 45 minutes earlier to visit the favorite child in the Keller family of restaurants. My party of four was held outside the charming stone building nursing sparkling wine while we waited for our table, and though the sun had mostly faded, I'd kept on my extra-large, celeb-off-duty sunglasses. To ensure something resembling an ordinary diner's experience, some of my restaurant critic peers wear disguises. I am not an anonymous critic. When I assumed this role a little over a year ago, I chose to publish an updated headshot rather than try in vain to scrub my photos online. But I use aliases to make reservations so a restaurant can't prepare for my visit in advance. Sometimes, to delay being identified as long as possible, I'll arrive in an N95 mask or these sunglasses. The captain refilling our wine introduces himself as Patrick. Tonight, I am Margaret. Thirty minutes after our reservation time, we are ushered through the restaurant's iconic blue door and up a narrow staircase to an intimate room with three tables. The opening salvo of truffle vichyssoise is served, and then a general manager walks up to the table and directs me to follow him. 'If I'm not back in 10, send a search party,' I say breezily to my dining companions. We laugh. I don't bring a jacket. The manager leads me to a bench in the courtyard by the kitchen, under the branches of a sprawling tree. I wait but a few moments, and then before me is Thomas Keller, lanky in his chef's whites. 'Thomas,' he says. 'MacKenzie,' I reply, shaking his hand. 'I thought you said your name was Margaret,' he says with a sardonic edge. Keller does not know what I want from him, he says, or what I am doing at his restaurant. I'm not here to write a review, I tell him honestly. My predecessor, Soleil Ho, weighed in 2½ years ago, and it's not customary to reassess so soon after. But I eat at restaurants I'm not planning on reviewing all the time, and my credibility demands that I visit one of the most celebrated and enduringly popular restaurants in the country — helmed by one of the most powerful chefs in the world. Thirty-one years after Keller took over this two-story former saloon in Napa Valley, the lore of the French Laundry is as deep as its wine cellar. Look no further than Keller's recently released episode of 'Chef's Table: Legends.' I'll give you the condensed version here; for the full experience, imagine B-roll of Keller hoisting an American flag over his culinary garden or zipping around Napa Valley in a sporty vintage BMW as you read. After working at various Michelin-starred restaurants in France, Keller returned to New York in the late '80s and opened a fine dining restaurant for the boom times. The market tanked, and Keller decamped for a job at a hotel restaurant in Los Angeles, from which he was fired a year later. In the 'Chef's Table' formula, this was his rock bottom, the moment when he realized something had to change. He bought the French Laundry, a rustic farm-to-table pioneer, and remade it in his own image. Three years later came Ruth Reichl's 1997 New York Times review, which anointed the French Laundry 'the most exciting place to eat in the United States.' Keller enjoyed nearly two decades of accolades, both for the French Laundry and for Per Se, which he opened in Manhattan in 2004 and which quickly became New York's most exclusive restaurant, frequented by the strata of diners who own islands. When the Michelin Guide came to the United States, each received three stars. Keller was everywhere — winning awards for his coffee-table cookbooks, selling his own line of Limoges porcelain, consulting for Pixar's 'Ratatouille.' For mere mortals, dinner at the French Laundry became a bucket list item, an anniversary splurge worth staying in a relationship for. Then, in 2016, a bomb dropped: a scathing review of Per Se by New York Times critic Pete Wells. An alphabetical list of adjectives that appeared: 'dismal,' 'gluey,' 'grainy,' 'mangled,' 'rubbery,' 'swampy,' 'terrible.' But of all the barbs, the one heard 'round the world was a line describing a mushroom soup 'as murky and appealing as bong water.' Keller appeared to take the review in stride, writing in a public apology, 'When we fall short, we work even harder.' He even seemed to have a sense of humor about it. In 2019, when Keller recognized Ho at the French Laundry, he sent over a glass bong — 'the kind you use to smoke drugs,' Ho wrote — filled with mushroom soup. The French Laundry made the Chronicle's list of the Top 100 restaurants in the Bay Area that year. But after two more visits, Ho decreed it no longer worth the splurge in a 2022 review. A Norwegian king crab galette had 'the pasty hybrid texture of a cheap fish ball and a Starbucks egg bite.' The desserts, once exhilarating, were 'beige, repetitive and one-note.' The restaurant does not appear on the Chronicle's 2025 Top 100 list, which I co-authored with my colleague Cesar Hernandez. But tonight, the criticism that is fresh in Keller's mind is the Times' double-barrel review of Per Se and the French Laundry, which ran in November on the occasion of their respective 20th and 30th anniversaries. Melissa Clark, filling in as a critic after Wells' departure, described Keller's restaurants as 'stuck in a bubble of complacency' and 'tediously, if inconsistently, fine.' While Clark once found Keller's culinary sense of humor fresh, a de-stuffification of the hallowed halls of fine dining, his dishes now read as tired. 'Mr. Keller's food is no longer exceptional in a dining landscape that he is largely responsible for creating,' she wrote. Now Keller wants to talk about her with me, but her name escapes him. 'Melissa?' I volunteer. 'She lied,' Keller tells me, with visible pique. 'She lied until the very last minute.' I had heard whispers about Clark's visit to the French Laundry, the details of which were not included in her review. Keller wouldn't leave her alone, food world insiders murmured, and he made sure to inform her that his new chef de cuisine was a woman — a first for the French Laundry under Keller. Clark, a cookbook author and recipe developer who appears in New York Times videos, is a recognizable figure, with her glossy red hair and angular jaw. When she dined at Per Se, she was spotted. So for Yountville, she donned a blond wig and aviators and assumed the cover story of a yoga instructor named Emma. When Keller approached her in the courtyard, he asked if he knew her from New York. Clark, who later confirmed the details of this story to me but declined to comment on the record, believed Keller was not certain of her identity and decided to stick to her role. No, she replied, he must be mistaken. She lived in Santa Monica. After a lengthy tour of the grounds, Clark's party finally sat down, and it was then that she realized Keller and his team had seen through the wig. Servers began to toy with her. Where did she like to hang out in Santa Monica? What were her favorite restaurants in Los Angeles? The first course arrived. Her companions received soup in espresso cups, but for Clark? She got the bong. Keller's publicist, Pierre Rougier, told the Chronicle in an email after my visit that 'it was insulting, an awkward charade, and odd that (Clark) remained in disguise.' Past critics, he said, were recognized over the years, and when 'greeted by name, they acknowledged it and went about their job.' The day after Clark's piece ran, Keller clapped back on Instagram, posting a quote by the pompous, pointy-headed critic from 'Ratatouille: ' 'The bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.' Through the kitchen windows I can see Keller's brigade, heads down, preparing the food I thought I was here to eat. He gestures toward them. The young chefs working for him don't deserve to have their work slighted, he tells me. He personally does not care about the reviews, he insists, but his staff? It gets to them. And for that reason, even though he doesn't know me, even though he's sure I'm a nice person, he does not want me here. Mortifyingly, I want to cry. I can feel tears welling along my lower lashes. Partially this is because Keller's vulnerability is arresting, like hearing your dad tell you he's scared. But, straight-A student that I am, I'm also unaccustomed to being reprimanded, and this feels unfair. I have never met Keller before. I haven't written a single word about him, positive or negative. Very much wishing I still had those sunglasses on, I tell him I'll respect his decision if ultimately he wants me to leave, but first, may I tell him a bit about myself? The French Laundry, I say, is quite meaningful to me. When my parents came to New York for my college graduation, they offered to take me to a celebratory dinner. Instead, I suggested we wait until I was back in the Bay Area and go to the French Laundry. I had worked as a server throughout college and took it seriously, a student among professionals who departed for Danny Meyer restaurants and the recently opened Per Se. Only the best of us could work for Keller, and I wanted to experience his famed hospitality, back at the mother ship. I remember what I wore that evening. I remember my delight at the salmon tartare cornets, the oysters and pearls, the coffee and doughnuts, all of which I'd pored over in the French Laundry cookbook. Eating those seminal dishes was like meeting a movie star; they were everything I had hoped for, if somewhat smaller in person. We took photos. My dad feigned a heart attack for the camera when the bill arrived while I looked on, grinning. I took the menu and that old-timey clothespin affixed to the napkins back to New York. Both moved with me to seven apartments, rattling around in a box with concert ticket stubs and old love letters. I tell Keller that I come from a restaurant family. My mother's parents opened Henry's Hunan on Kearny Street in San Francisco in 1974, and my cousins carry on their legacy today. Like Keller, my grandparents served a good meal to an open-minded critic on a charmed day, and that review changed their lives. How strange it is to now be on the other side, to hear this famous man's voice catch as he tries to find a polite way to ask me to leave. I feel the Napa Valley spring chill through my silk shirt, despite the heat lamp over my shoulder. A server brings us glasses of water, and I am grateful. Keller asks me if I know of his friend Michel Richard. After winning over Los Angeles with Citrus in the '80s and Washington, D.C., with Citronelle in the '90s, Richard trained his sights on New York. In 2013, he opened Villard Michel Richard. The New York Times savaged him, Keller tells me, and two years later, Richard was dead. Keller promises that when the time comes to pen his memoir, he will write about how that review led to the death of a good man. Keller mourns an earlier era when, in his words, critics and chefs were on the same team. He references Michael Bauer, the Chronicle's restaurant critic from 1986 to 2018, and describes him as a friend. (I reached out to Bauer to see what he thought of this characterization. 'I have nothing but respect and admiration for what he's achieved,' he wrote by email. 'At this point if he wants to call me a friend I'm honored.') As a young chef, Keller says, he would rush to the newsstand at midnight, eager to read what the Times' critic had to say. No longer. He gets it, he says. Newspapers must drum up controversy. What other reason could the Times have for hyperlinking to Wells' eight-year-old review every time Per Se is mentioned in an article? Keller then brings up Ho's review of La Calenda, his Mexican restaurant that closed at the end of last year. It was one of Ho's first reviews for the Chronicle and was exceedingly positive. But what Keller remembers is the headline — that La Calenda is 'cultural appropriation done right.' He twists Ho's favorable review into a slight. What does that even mean, he asks, saying that culinary cultural appropriation doesn't exist in America, a nation of immigrants. In a melting pot, cultural appropriation isn't a thing. After 30 minutes in the courtyard, Keller decides it's time to wrap up. OK, he says, that's enough, let me walk you back inside. He tells me that he'll feed me a little something before I go. I ask for clarity; if he still does not want me at his restaurant, I would rather get a jump on the long drive home. No, no, he says, that would be rude. As he escorts me to the door, I detect a shift. The nerves are gone. He's decided to cook for me, and he's now telling his origin story, one you can hear on 'Chef's Table' or his episode of 'The Bear' or his MasterClass or his ads for Hestan cookware. As a young cook, he worked under a French chef, Roland Henin, at a beach club in Rhode Island. One day, Henin asked, 'Thomas, do you know why cooks cook?' Keller's hand is firmly gripping my elbow, urging me forward a few steps, then stopping me whenever he has a particularly important point to make, as he does now. 'To nurture people.' As I walk back into the restaurant and ascend the stairs to my table, I am cold and hungry, my mind is racing, and my body is vibrating. A man whose books and cookware I own, whose restaurants I revered as a young person in hospitality, has let me know that, despite my new big job, I am a guest in his house, and he will decide how my evening will progress. In his email to the Chronicle, Keller's publicist said the chef found our conversation 'thoughtful and engaging, and MacKenzie did as well.' I return to my table rattled. My dining companions have asked after my whereabouts twice; the staff told them Chef and I were having a 'heart-to-heart.' There has been no additional food. Our reservation was for 7:45, and now it's past 9 p.m. I whisper to my companions that I think we're getting a grilled cheese sandwich and being sent on our way. A server informs us that Chef Keller would like to cook for us, and a sommelier says he's been asked to select our wines. Keller ends up sending an entire tasting menu. We make the best of it. There are the cornets, the oysters and pearls, the 'mac and cheese.' We get exactly the type of special treatment I had been hoping to avoid by calling myself Margaret. He makes truffles rain — 'apology truffles,' one of my dining companions remarks — and sends out a magnificent bottle of 2011 Ridge Zinfandel. Between courses, a waiter sets our table with fresh silverware, and I notice my butter knife is placed the wrong way, blade out. My brain reels with paranoia. What does it mean? At a place like the French Laundry, such mistakes are not made. It sounds silly now. It's not like I thought Keller was going to fill my pockets with pie weights and drop me in the Napa River, and I presume that Clark didn't think her mushroom soup was poisoned with anything other than rancor. But at a restaurant of this ilk, you pay for the privilege of submitting yourself wholly to Chef's genius and his staff's omniscient hospitality. You give yourself over to culinary surprise and delight. But what if that chef has decided you're the enemy? If I had been in Clark's position, I might have dug in as well, just to hold onto a shred of agency. At 10:30 p.m., before the meat courses have even arrived, Keller whisks us away for a tour of the property, showing off his geothermal system (very cool), his china collection (massive) and his trophy case of plates signed by celebrities, including Woody Allen (hmm). Back in the courtyard, he motions to a stately tree to the right of the blue door, its branches growing up and around the second-story deck, intertwined with the restaurant. 'She's in the autumn or maybe even winter of her life,' Keller tells us with a wistful note in his voice. He had been trying to figure out what to do when she dies. What replacement tree could ever be as magnificent as this one? He's alighted on a solution. Keller is having a replica made by the people who do fake trees for Disneyland and Las Vegas. When the tree dies, the duplicate will arrive, and it will be as if nothing has changed. We retake our seats for duck, beef and cheese courses and so, so much dessert. Finally, at 12:30 a.m., our server hands over a check presenter. 'Dinner is compliments of Chef Keller,' the bill reads, with a big fat zero perching on the 'total' line. It's the ultimate display of power, Keller's refunding of our prepayment of $1,831.75, tip included, and I drop my head into my hands. This is bad. Chronicle journalists are prohibited from accepting free meals from people we cover, but our server insists the refund has already gone through, there's nothing to be done, you're very welcome! I confer with my companions, and when our server returns, humble myself. Please, I say to him, you have to help me. I'm going to get in a lot of trouble. OK, he says. Let me see what I can do. When he returns, he brings a check for 93 cents. With tax, our total for the evening is one dollar. My friend, whom I'd previously Venmo'd for my portion, hands over his credit card, which our server runs for one dollar, and on the gratuity line, we add $1,830.75. Weeks later, after I had told Keller I was writing this piece, his publicist contended to my editor via email that the meal was 'free of charge.' I told Keller I wasn't going to write a review, and I meant it; I don't have much to add to Ho and Clark's recent critiques of the food. I will say that our servers put on the show of their lives, trying to save the evening, but all the cheerful professionalism in the world couldn't cut through what had transpired, the inhospitality of it all. Thirty years ago, critics lost their minds over Keller's innovations, his puckish fusion of French technique and American cuisine. If, Keller seems to insist, he and his team can execute those dishes with perfection, day after day, shouldn't the raves keep rolling in? And if they don't? Those critics can hit the road. A little before 1 a.m., I walk out of the blue door, pass under that majestic tree, get in my car and drive the hour and 15 minutes home. In a statement made through Rougier nearly a month after my visit, Keller said: 'Ultimately, it was my responsibility to feed and nurture them. I think we did that, and they had a wonderful time from what we could tell.'
