The Ultimate Foie Gras (Terrine)

hudson-valley-foie-gras-terrine-

As much as I love foie gras in the seared form, that affection is significantly tempered when it comes to terrine. Not that there’s anything wrong with terrine per se, but when you have the seared to compare it with, it’s hard to get excited knowing you are only getting the runner up fruits of a goose’s torturous labor. That said, there are a few exceptions to the rule, because the Ultimates below taste like anything but settling…

The Inn at Pound Ridge – Pound Ridge, NY

As if foie gras wasn’t already enough of a treat as is, Jean-Georges took it upon himself to cross-breed it with crème brulée and thus I give you foie gras brulée. A terrine baked into a crust with a caramelized, candied top. It’s so damn good you’ll never want just plain ole terrine again. The only problem with it I can foresee some people having is deciding whether or not it’s more of a dessert than an appetizer- rich people problems are the worst.

The Bazaar – Los Angeles, CA & Miami, FL

It’s going to take you a minute or two to wrap your head around the presentation of this one, but after one bite of the foie gras cotton candy, you’ll take significantly less time wrapping your head around the fact that you want to place another order of it, stat! To elaborate, they take a tiny brick of terrine and hide it at the core of the cotton candy ball on a stick. The result is a fun, melt-in-your-mouth experience, as the cotton dissolves instantly, enveloping the savory pate in sweetness.

The French Laundry – Yountville, CA

This is the most traditional of The Ultimates, served as a straight up terrine from a local farm that exclusively deals with Thomas Keller, which means the geese are probably fed foie gras before they themselves are turned into it. But it’s actually not the terrine that’s the star here. And while the brioche toast they serve it with is divine, it’s not that either. Interestingly enough, it’s the salt. But not just any salt. A medley of salts sourced from all over the world, including one that dates back over 40 million years! Granted that could easily be a crock of shit that they spin to justify the obscene price tag, but Morton’s or not, I felt quite special scarfing down my foie gras with prehistoric seasoning.

Advertisements

The Bazaar

465 South La Cienega Blvd. Beverly Hills, CA 90048(310) 246-5555 • thebazaar.com

 the-bazaar-la-11-610x457

I know… Jose Andres… blah, blah, blah… Well, sorry to say it, but the décor/scene definitely steals the show. And it is quite the scene. Great people watching set amidst an extremely modernist take on a bazaar. But unfortunately you can’t eat those things, so if it’s food you seek, welcome to Russian Roulette. Everything is SOOO hit and miss- even the cocktails were a disappointment. And unfortunately I would say we only hit on about 20% of our selections. So for us I guess it was more miss and hit. My one reco would’ve been the foie gras cotton candy- yes, you heard right. So inventive and delicious, we put in a second order on the spot- good thing, otherwise we probably would’ve starved. But now for the rub, since California has banned foie gras, there’s absolutely zero reasons to go here anymore. Culinary speaking, of course.

2 teeth