The Mad Chef of M Street: What? The Apocalypse or Fucking Arn Anderson?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

What? The Apocalypse or Fucking Arn Anderson?

Oh wow, where to begin.

So remember that food I had to make for the 4 horsemen yesterday? Well, maybe The Brain didn't put that part in yesterday, sorry.

Note from The Brain: Who the fuck are the 4 horsemen? These guys?

Or these guys?

But anyway...

Long story short, the guys came in to eat and had one of the items that my chef was having problems cooking for them over the past few weeks. My chef was off yesterday, so it was my turn to make the dish. No problem, my cook was getting a kick out of the ordeal because he wanted no part of it, and knew I wouldn't let him make it anyways. Nothing against my cook, but this is the owner, why leave any room for mistakes when its only me in the kitchen?

I digress as usual, sorry. So I didn't hear anything back from them during their meal so I'm thinking I'm in the clear. That's until the PM shift when they come in for drinks...yes, they are here that often, after having been open for 20 years. The collective told the manager that they thought it tasted different, thought the calamari was chewy, and that there wasn't enough spinach and radicchio. Also it was suggested that we should ask the raw bar cook to show us how it's made because she has been here for over...well, the woman has been here for a long, long, long fucking time. Get my drift?

My answer to all of this? I don't have one for the manager or the owners. I'm not one to get involved when I have been shown how to make something and duplicate it...I do that part well, it's why I am where I am.

So what to do? I speak to a cook who has been here for years and he tells me it used to make with spinach, radicchio and endive. REALLY?!?!?! I mean WTF, who do I blame this on?
I spoke to my chef about it and he had a "eureka" type moment recalling that he changed it over during the spinach scare almost 2 years ago. Nice man...now we look like we can't cook, don't know the menu and are all around highly incompetent. I LOVE MY JOB...

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Chef James Chase

At the age of 12, James Chase heard the call of the culinary arts in the simple form of bacon and eggs. Whether it was for his parents or his friends and their parents, who were happy to have him stay over in order to sample his art, this dish launched him from a curious teenager to a quizzical student, and now, to a chef of the highest quality.

Born and raised in suburban Hyattsville, MD, a stones throw from Washington, DC, James attended high school at the prestigious DeMatha Catholic High School, and found himself in small, local Italian restaurant washing dishes. From the bottom he began his journey to the top. He was accepted into Johnson and Wales University for the culinary arts and began his studies.

Knowing that study without practice was under serving, James sought out employment under Chef Eric Pickens of Classic Catering, and delved deeply into the art and efficiency of catering to large crowds with food of the finest quality. Chef Pickens was impressed with James’ work and dedication and referred James to his friend, 1995 Restaurant Association of Metropolitan Washington’s Chef of the Year Bill Jackson of the Carlysle Grand Café in Arlington, VA.

While still in school, Chef Jackson took James under his wing, and was able to show him the enormous responsibilities of being a modern chef, from managing the multimillion dollar business to perfecting the smallest garnish. Under the tutelage of Chef Jackson, he was able to experience that which he was being taught in culinary school, preparing him for life as a culinary artist.

Soon James moved across the border into Northwest DC to work for former kitchen supervisor at the White House Chef Ron Reda, a favorite of famed Washington Post food critic Tom Sietsema, at Shelley’s West End. As sous chef, James got the opportunity to help develop the menu and manage the kitchen for the first time, learning not only the technical duties of the position, but the ethics that drive him to this day: keeping a clean kitchen, using only the freshest ingredients and leading by example.

James moved on to expand his culinary knowledge by spending time at Zola, the fashionable café beneath Washington’s chic National Spy Museum. Under French-trained Chef Philip Carroll, former executive chef at the famed Cerise at Le Meridian Hotel in Chicago, James got to learn and experience the attention to detail and delicate nature of French cuisine.

Later, James worked at Chef Todd English’s Olives in midtown DC, under one of his most trusted assistants, Steve Maneno. Exploring the roots of Mediterranean cuisine and expanding upon his prior knowledge, James was able to add a new geographical twist to his repertoire while earning the respect and admiration of two of the city’s finest chefs.

That respect came calling when he was asked to join the staff at another of DC’s more prestigious haunts, DC Coast. Known for having the best seafood in town, James was able to learn from the highly rated Chef Jeff Tunks and Chef de Cuisine Andy Brooks. Chef Brooks took James’ cooking to another level, infusing the knowledge and usage of local and simple ingredients to create fresh masterpieces with seasonal variety. James was so well regarded at DC Coast, he was asked to help start Chef Tunks’ fourth DC restaurant, Acadiana.

The Washington Post in April 2007 raved about James’ Wahoo special:

Another night's wahoo -- ah, that daily delivery -- was also served just as requested, one minute on the light side. Topped with a roasted tomato sauce (with a surprise kick of chili) and sided with a slightly sweet gingery polenta, it was one of the nicest and least showy seafood entrees in several months.

James sees food as a personal interaction from chef to diner, and continues to implement his mantra of fresh ingredients presented in an exquisite fashion, simple as his bacon and eggs all those years ago.