Plum Restaurant

Succinct & focused; these are how the directions were relayed to me for breaking down local squid:

mise-en-place:
- Arrange three containers on ice; one for tentacles, bodies, guts and scrap.  
- Have a cutting board, a paring knife, and a bench scraper.
  1. Left hand: place one squid on cutting board, face up and fins down.
  2. Right hand: make cut below eyes to remove tentacles.
  3. Squeeze out beak (like popping a zit,) and place in scrap container.
  4. Left hand: hold squid at the top point of body.
  5. Right hand: scrape (with blade) the outer skin, squeezing out guts along with it - at the open end, catch the skeleton (plastic) with your blade and pull it out.  place in scrap.
  6. Left hand: flip squid over so fins are facing up.
  7. Right hand: scrape off remaining outer skin along with fins and place in scrap.  
  8. Place tentacles and cleaned bodies in their respective containers.  Scrape cutting board clean of ink and squid parts.
  9. Repeat until the case of squid is empty.  
  10. Re-wash, pat dry with a towel, place squid parts in refrigeration on ice.  
       Up until 5:00, this is how my day went.  Job after job, issued with clarity and intent.  "Make falafel mix, cut fennel, dehydrate beef tendons, butcher chickens, cryovac pickled onion, clean squid," etc.   The chef did not stutter-step once through any of his instruction.  All the while, the restaurant carried on.  The pastry chef experimented with a new Thai Tea Panna Cotta, the bar manager waddled accross the kitchen with a hot 30-gallon stock pot full of ginger beer he was brewing, the sous chef cut rock cod fillets by the sink, and the cooks bullshitted with the dishwasher in broken Spanish about last night's service.
Pablo's Ginger Beer

      Staging can be a beautiful thing when you take the liberty to just stop and observe.  Prepping away in the back kitchen, I heard one voice rise above the clatter of the pre-service scramble.  I put my knife down and craned my neck out of the doorway to get a glimpse of this chef at work.  The garde-manger cook who was unsure of the new soup change was being given a step-by-step on its new plating as conceptualized.  Instructions which I assume were not to be repeated, so attention better be paid.  This chef made sure his vision was executed as he intended through the hands of each cook there.  Every detail was important, every detail represented his standard of quality.  For that, his directions were delivered with clarity and efficiency.  No recaps necessary, as every component was called back with a "Yes Chef" to signify it was understood.  This confidence and self-awareness in management is a trait I hope to one day adopt.

The Pass (plates about to be delivered to guests)
       Dinner service began:  After finishing up the jobs I was given, I was permitted to step out on to the line among the pretty people which patronize this ultra-hip dining room.  The restaurant is designed so that the immediate cooking and plating is done at the bar-style showcase kitchen, which is also the most prominent feature of the dining room.  Fluorescent light shined down from beneath the guest's bar top on to the delicately arranged mise-en-place and plating space for each station.  The cooks dance between this work surface and the beautiful plancha and french flattop against the wall behind them.  Conversations were held between the kitchen and bar-side guests; about food, about their Friday, about what brought them there that night.  Despite this guise of frivolity, composure is required at all times in such a vulnerably exposed work environment.  When trying to function in a space like this, you become obsessively aware of your appearance and movements.  Your towel and apron should remain clean, while keeping a close eye on the consistent location of your squeeze bottles, forceps and knife.  With out having to spin around in circles looking for your lost tool, you will be able to follow you muscle memory through service.
The Line (Garde-Manger Station)
Mastering this work style with religious devotion will ultimately lead to the attainment of "skills" or "economy of movement." (Anthony Bourdain)  This trait was evidently apparent here.  Even on a Friday night, service was calm and composed.  Though the concept is a "feed your neighbors," casual dining style, the food was beautiful.  A line was coy-fully walked between Michelin-standard food and burgers with french fries.




*A few stars in my opinion:

* Stone fruit: Peach, pluot and plum with vanilla yogurt provided a sweetness which was kindly offset with bitter cocoa nib, coriander oil and sorrel leaves.  One of those dishes that makes you go, "Damn! I wish I thought of that!"  
Stone Fruit
* The soup:  A "forest-like" arrangement of charred beach mushroom, pickled beach mushroom, bitter leaves, sliced yellow and purple potato, all presented in a hand-thrown ceramic bowl and than sent out with a medical beaker of cosmic-looking potato and bitter greens soup.  This soup was to then be poured table-side by the server.
  
* The pork chop: cast iron- seared, turned over every thirty seconds in the pan to promote even cooking and distribution of moisture.  F- YEAH !

       
Melissa's Thai Tea Panna Cotta 

    It's 8:30 in the evening and the sun is setting.  My writing hand is getting shaky as I sip the now cold, bottom inch of my coffee.  That Starbucks is strong shit.  The rain dissipates and I have a clear view of the Bay Bridge.  The new bridge lights cascade down the suspension cables.  As they shift and blink at staggering rates, the lights seem to be reacting to the traffic, or the wind, or some external trigger.  Pretty cool.  It is interesting to think that this light show may have been written off as an artistic, romantic but unnecessary investment.  
     As I spend more time in the kitchens, clubs, galleries and streets of this town, sharing cigarettes with tech geniuses and immigrant dishwashers alike, it becomes more clear that maybe this art IS necessary.  It is a display of someone's perspective and talent, for you to take in and react to.  If you look, it is everywhere in this city.  Without this spark of creative energy, scientific or classical thinking might never have wings to get off of the ground.  It is the creativity in the facades of buildings, the murals on the street, the bridges we drive, and the food we eat which furthers free thinking in all parts of our lives.  Who knows, it could be a restaurant's dish which plants a seed crystal in someones brain, allowing them to approach their work in a new way.  Allowing them to create something brand new.  
       
     Seventeen kitchens to go.  Lets come back to this thread down the road...   
Chili Pepper Rock Cod
     
                       

Albatross 16 (Rockridge)

   Colin shared with me his example of "quality cooking."  I learned that, no matter the medium, make sure you are working with your heart.  For that, I thank him... 

       My next work experience was at a site still in the embryonic stages of its life-cycle.  The owners of this restaurant keep a close eye on its public image, so for posterity purposes, we will call it... Albatross 16.
       Even though good hearts and obvious talents are present, a restaurant where EVERYONE is "the new guy,"  will undoubtedly come with a few hick-ups.  This brand-new kitchen is the East Bay recreation of its San Francisco namesake.  The Cuisine is Southern Italian, Puglian and Neapolitan to be specific.  While fresh pasta is made daily, I was most impressed with their fish and Neapolitan pizza concepts.
Sea Bass Al Forno

       A restaurant's success, like any business, is a representation of functionality, or lack thereof.  Like a combustion engine, every part is a necessary component, shaped and maintained to perform a specific function.  If at anytime, one component fails, no matter how small, the system does not work.  From ingredients, to decor, kitchen equipment, expediting, purveyor relationships, hiring, employee incentives, service standards, communication, training systems, cleaning, etc.  each component is in place to deliver a final idea.  In the case of the engine, this idea is forward motion.  Albatross 16's idea is upscale Italian dining.  It seems that all the parts have been put in place, but a few inefficiencies are muddying up the experience.  The injectors are dirty and its robbing fuel economy.  The coolant has been mixed wrong, and overheating is immanent if the problem is not fixed.  A break-in period is needed to work out these kinks.  A few issues became sadly noticeable to me before I could even get a look at the food.  There is a serious disconnect between front and back-of-the-house.  This means that the ones cooking and the ones serving are not communicating.  The unfamiliarity has people shouting "Hey guy!" or simply, not addressing an issue at all.  It is strange working in a place where people feel social barriers between each other.

two cents:
I believe open and clear communication is the key to success in all interaction; 
whether it is a relationship or a dinner service.  

The cooks working the line, while wholeheartedly talented, didn't seem too pleased to be working there.  Many of them who came from the restaurant group's Michelin-star sister restaurant seemed accustomed to a particular style of cooking which was not Albatross 16's focus.  I noticed a tinge of bitterness in the air because of this.  In another instance, the garde-manger cook who was responsible for slicing the live geoduck to order, was a dread-locked animal rights activist who proclaimed his discontent for serving the dish every time one was called.  Though they might have been good cooks, no one really seemed to be in support of the concept or more importantly, each other.  ALL ENERGY COMES THROUGH ON THE PLATE!  These were a few things which made service much more difficult to get through than it had to be.  I don't know if Lucas Oil makes a product to clean this kind
of choked fuel line. 
Back Line
       The Food quality, despite the aforementioned, is commendable.  The chef's vision is simple and direct.  Albatross 16 is Southern Italian through and through.  Simple food done with stellar ingredients.  A nod to the chef's direct heritage and travels.  I'm into that!  
Crudo Tasting: (from top going clockwise)
Yellow fin, Sea Urchin, Geoduck


       The concept of Italian cooking is Zen-like in nature.  I would like to take a minute to do yet another stretch of an anology:  Bikram yoga, from what I understand, revolves around the same sequence of stretches and poses practiced loyally.  You are asked to develop your ability and capacity within this one unchanging sequence.  Though doing the same movements, a master will rise above a novice in their overall execution; their style, how long they can hold a pose for, how far they can stretch and how they feel during and at the end of a class, are factors which make this unchanging routine a very subjective experience.  The same is true in Italian cooking.  The cuisine is a framework to work within.  The test comes in the development of technique within these walls of tradition.  Respect and reference become paramount, rather than the desire to re-invent.  
    Ahh yes! we now begin to see that great chefing can mean about a million different things. 

      A bar-style front kitchen showcases a genuine Stefano Ferrara Wood-Fired Pizza Oven!  From what I hear, this is in fact, the undisputed "best" pizza oven in production now.  Shipped in from Naples, it is a monument of pizza cookery.  A testament to the fact that we as humans thrive off of obsession, that people will die attempting to achieve quality in their craft, and their gravestone will briefly state something about their family life, only to be completely overwhelmed by a statement about the love of PIZZA in big bold letters, etched into the stone, representing their soul's quest for generations to come.  I will attempt to convey what I learned in the following:
       The individual manning this station did this oven justice.  We will call him...Colin.  On his own time and dollar, Colin traveled to Naples to become certified in pizza making.  I will do my best to relay his "certified" instructions on "proper" Neapolitan pizza-making: (Margherita)
Stefano Ferrara

- Italians believe there should only be three toppings on a pizza.
- Your work-top must be marble to keep dough cool, preventing it from heating up (cooking) and sticking.
- A proper fire must be maintained throughout service (cook time: about 90 seconds)
-A good dough must be properly proofed: too short (hard proof) and it will not hold proper shape.
  1.  Create crust by working the dough in a circular motion on the bench, allowing your right hand to do the work, using your left hand only as a guide.
  2. aggressively slap the center of your dough to toughen gluten strands, promoting a better base for shape and toppings.
  3. Apply crushed tomato, basil leaves and fresh mozzarella ( not too much mozz, as it will dispel water)
  4. With your large peel (traditionally metal, not wood; measured to span the gap between your oven and bench-top) should be rested as such so you are able to transfer your pizza on to it with both hands by dragging.
  5. Now inside the oven: Using your dominant hand (on the back of the peel handle,) place the top of the peel down and drag it out from under the dough.  
  6. Wait for light, golden color to develop on one side and than rotate.  Rotate by tilting the now set pizza on its edge and drag it towards the front of the oven (like a wheel.)
  7. Rotate the pizza through the four points of heat in the dome-shaped oven, exposing all sides to the fire, promoting even browning.
  8. Italian preference:  Look for light, even browning on crust, with sporadic "leopard spots" to know it is done.  (This opposed to the heavy-bubbled and blistered American preference.)
  9. Remove and finish with some good extra-virgin olive oil and sea salt (always)       

       Precision and attention paid to every step, it was clear Colin cared about his craft.  His fastidious nature was represented in the final product.  His idea was to make excellent pizza.  All analogies aside, I believe he succeeded.

"Define Quality"  attempt # 1.
- Enjoying food is analogous to sexual attraction.  "Quality" is in the eye (senses) of the beholder (your guest.)  Eating is a subjective, emotional experience.  The feeling put in to the cooking directly translates to the final idea. On what level do you connect with what you do? Engaging with your true passion is a brave endeavor, but also the common denominator in finding quality.  We can say:
Quality then becomes purely a measure of emotion.  


     
              

Plum Bar

I climb into the boat, flick on the the light, and notice the dried up grounds inside the coffee filter from this morning.  I remember the anxious state I was in before I left to start my day.  It is finally quiet, but the sounds of clashing pans on the flat top and a droning hood vent linger in my head.  The energy of a dinner service can be hard to come down from.

       I have left my current job to pursue a career that doesn't quite exist yet.  It is a path which requires building, a degree of creativity, and one that will naturally incur many doubts.  I am exploring a culture which puts dining and hospitality above anything, often times at the expense of our mental and physical health.  Long hours spent in high-pressure, demanding environments seem to be the norm in this industry.  I am now attempting to question this tradition.  Are these the best conditions to spark Creativity? "Quality" cooking?  What is "quality" anyways?!  Do I just need to toughen up?

       I entered the restaurant at 11 am, with only the hope of speaking with a chef to facilitate a future stage.  Upon meeting, the chef deemed me "ready to work," and we trotted back to the kitchen.  I did not think I would get traction this quickly, so a wave of nerves was swallowed.
       He was alone in the kitchen before I came in.  His mise en place was clean and organized; clearly prepared for the twelve hour shift to come.  Kanye West was blaring through some Ipod speakers in the corner: "Ain't nobody fresher than my mu'h-fuckin' clique, clique, clique!"  I peered into his 9-pans wresting on ice, immediately taken by knife skills and technique I know are above my own.  Dehydrated calve's tendon, fresh baked bread, house-fermented kimchi, pickled mustard seeds; components which had me anticipating the service to come...
Quinoa Falafel with fried lemon slice on house-made, yeasted flatbread dough.
Quinoa Falafel with fried lemon slice on house-made, yeasted flatbread dough.


The subsequent tour of the kitchen revealed a work space which I will describe as "beautifully" equipped.  Gone are the crusty burners and dented walk-in refrigerators that I am accustomed to.  French flat tops, LED-lit, glass reach-ins, combi-ovens and vacuum sealer machines may be run-of-the-mill to many who are reading this, but I have not always been so fortunate. 

    
Butchering Cod
Beautiful reach-in

Pickled Cauliflower, Kimchi, Pickled Beet

       Plum is the restaurant; a provocatively casual, yet refined addition to Daniel Patterson's restaurant group.  This particular spot is divided into two separate entities; Plum Bar and Plum Restaurant.  Today, I spent my time in Plum Bar.  The kitchen is closed, though cooks will take the time to personally run a dish here and there.  It is important to put a face behind the food whenever possible, (for the guest's experience and the cook's alike.)  
two cents: 
In my opinion, I am not satisfied cooking in a closed kitchen.  The disconnect between the ones cooking the food and the guests eating it, is a frustrating reality of the restaurant medium.  Not to mention, contact is also lost between front and back-of-the-house.  I hate this!  I like to think that there is an importance placed on on employee relations and that personality is a factor in quality.  

       As I prepped hamburger patties --beef ground in-house, each ring mold-formed, pressed with the back of a spoon, to form perfect, polished right-angles-- I watched the bar manager run up and down the stairs, spouting off ideas, clutching a vacuum-sealed bag of avocado segments.  This, all in the name of a new drink special for the following night.  (I love observing people in the throws of the creative process.)
       The same fresh energy is pervasive through out the kitchen.  Make no mistake; Plum Bar serves BAR FOOD.  However, it is executed with a brilliant fervor, a recognition of the classics, paired tastefully with new trends and a general understanding of what is just plain delicious.  --A few examples of said deliciousness: Pork carnitas, chicharones, quinoa falafel, assorted pickles (including a particularly badass kimchi,) grilled cheese and smoked garlic french fries (the fries themselves are put into the smoker before frying.)--

Dehydrate sliced beef tendon - Drop in fryer - Watch them puff up into Chicharones!
(They crackle and pop on the plate and on your tongue as you eat)

       After portioning hamburgers, I was prompted to cook staff meal for the restaurant.   a nerve wracking concept, but it went just fine.  --Spicy chicken wings, twice-baked tarragon potatoes, sprouted sunflower seed and dandelion green salad.  (They had a few things already prepped for me to use)--  Easy to do when you know your cooking for good people.  
       I shared great conversation with the cooks at Plum.  Michelin-star chefs who have their own families outside of work; a lifestyle which puts a few things into perspective for me...  Among the staff are motivated, young individuals who spend their days-off staging at other Michelin-rated restaurants.  This dedication is commendable, and I am confident their technique far surpasses my own because of it. Two years ago, I might have attempted to emulate this behavior.  Now, I am looking for answers beyond this ladder we, as professional cooks, have been instructed to climb.  I am thankful for this day, and look forward to working at Plum Restaurant this weekend.