Saturday, 18 February 2012

OSLO: SEE THE HOLE WORLD IN A WEEKEND


NOIR-WEGIAN CAPITAL: Oslo, the setting for Jo Nesbo's
series of dark detective stories (Terje Bakke Pettersen)
His name is Hole, Inspector Harry Hole of the Oslo Crime Squad, and holes — six-foot-deep ones — are where the bad guys he hunts usually end up.
Norwegian author Jo Nesbo’s dipso, drug-dabbling, insubordinate lone-wolf lawman is the sort of guy mothers warn their daughters to steer well clear of, yet countless thousands of women — and men — go to bed with him every night.
In neighbouring Sweden, the late Stieg Larsson’s Millennium trilogy has fuelled a big increase in visitors to Stockholm, with fans of Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salander flocking to join organised tours of the places mentioned in the books. Now Nesbo aficionados Mari Atlanta Lunde and Anne Marie Voien Fleischer have launched once-a-week Harry Hole walking tours of Oslo (150kr/20). The tour I joined last month was only the third, but going by the enthusiasm of the Nesbo fans who braved a freezing cold evening — the temperature later dropped to minus 14C — the ladies are on to a winner.

HOOD-DUNIT: Best-selling Norwegian author Jo Nesbo (Hakon Eikesdal)
Larsson’s novels have sold 63 million copies worldwide and are still flying off the shelves seven years after his death. The release last December of the Hollywood version of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo starring Daniel Craig as journalist Blomkvist and Rooney Mara as avenging angel Salander has further boosted visitor numbers to the Swedish capital. Nesbo’s books have some catching up to do — 14 million sales in more than 40 languages to date — but with at least one more Harry Hole story to come (The Phantom will be published in Ireland and the UK next month) and Martin Scorsese signed up to direct The Snowman, the gap can only narrow.
Debate is raging over who’ll be cast as chain-smoking loose cannon Hole. Cheroot-chomping Danish-American star Viggo Mortenson is an early favourite despite being 53 while Hole is around 40, but whoever lands the role will become an overnight tourism ambassador for Norway, and Oslo will enjoy the influx of Nesbo fans and intrigued travellers that’s sure to follow.
There’s no guarantee Scorsese will choose to film there, but if he does he’ll be looking for significant tax concessions because the oldest of the Scandinavian capitals, founded 1,012 years ago, is by no means cheap. In Bloomsberg Businessweek’s 2011 list of the 30 most expensive cities in the world it came second after Tokyo, and Stavanger, on Norway’s southwest coast, was fourth. A none-too-fancy lunch for one in a restaurant in the touristy parts of Oslo costs around 225 krone/30, a pint of lager is 70kr/9.30 and a dozen eggs will set you back 50kr/6.60. Why a weekend visitor would want to buy a dozen eggs, I don’t know, but they’re included in most cost comparison indexes.

BOLT HOLE: Harry Hole's hangout, Restaurant Schroder
Happily, a few days in Oslo needn’t cost the Earth. Away from the pricey waterfront and the main thoroughfare, Karl Johans Gate, there are plenty of good value places to eat and drink where the arrival of the bill won’t bring on a heart attack, and Nesbo fans will be delighted to know Hole’s favourite hangout, Restaurant Schroder (8 Waldemar Thranes Gate), is among them. This neighbourhood establishment that opened in 1925 has seen custom grow with the release of each Nesbo book, but the owners have refused to jump on the Harry Hole bandwagon out of respect for long-time loyal diners, so don’t go in flashing your camera in people’s faces while they tuck into their stekt flesk og duppe (thick slices of fried bacon with sauce, mashed turnip and boiled potatoes). Rather, sit down and order this hugely popular signature dish which accounts for 70 per cent of the meals served there.
Behind the building opposite Schroder is the Underwater Pub (4 Dalsbergstien), where Hole sought solace when he mistakenly believed he was no longer welcome in Schroder. Owned by Englishwoman Margaret Herron, the Underwater is a remarkable place. Go early on Tuesday or Thursday evening to nab a table before the crowds arrive and you’ll be treated to a night at the opera, with professional singers performing popular and lesser-known works.

WATERING HOLE: Enjoy a night at the opera in the
Underwater Pub, another of the bars where Hole drinks
I don’t know my arias from my elbow, but I can say that no ‘gig’ has ever left me so enchanted — or so embarrassed. I thought it would be a good idea to record one of the two mezzo sopranos singing so I could play it to the lads when I returned to Dublin, but like most of my good ideas it backfired. If you’re going to record someone singing in a dark bar, don’t confuse the PLAY button with the STOP button when they’ve finished. The first singer sat down, the second stood up, and as she struck a dramatic pose and took a deep breath the audience were treated to a full-volume repeat of her colleague’s voice. I nearly choked on my pizza (you can bring your own food, or place an order at the bar and three local restaurants will deliver to your table), but fortunately everyone saw the funny side.
Three minutes’ walk from Schroder and the Underwater Pub is 5 Sofies Gate, where Hole lives. Confusingly, two apartment buildings in the same block share that address, so Nesbo fans who want to photograph the door buzzer with Hole’s name beside it could be disappointed. The 5 Sofies Gate actually in Sofies Gate is the wrong one; the 5 Sofies Gate just around the corner at 5 Dovregata is the one you want. But dare you press the buzzer? I did, expecting either a friendly chat or a tirade for being a nuisance, but there was no answer. I suspect the apartment’s unoccupied, or the resident, who doesn’t mind being pestered, was out.

COP-OUT: No one was home when I pressed Hole's buzzer

Walk down Sofies Gate and continue along Holbergs Gate and you’ll arrive at the 5-star Radisson Blu Scandinavia Hotel where, from the 21st floor Summit bar, there’s a 180-degree view of the city and Oslo Fjord. The hotel overlooks the Royal Palace (there are daily guided tours), and both are integral to the plot of The Redbreast in which Hole must find the owner of a rare Marklin sniper rifle that’s been smuggled into Norway. Who has it, and whose head is destined to appear in the crosshairs? The book is populated by a rogues gallery of repulsive characters including old and neo-Nazis, and the two parallel plotlines flit between modern day Oslo and the Eastern Front in 1944 before colliding on May 17 (Norwegian Constitution Day), 2000 in the hotel.

HIGH DRAMA: Scandinavia hotel
SNOW PLACE LIKE HOME: Oslo's splendid Royal Palace
and the nearby Scandinavia hotel play a big part in The
Redbreast (Normanns Kunstforlag, Terje Bakke Pettersen)
In The Redeemer, Christmas shoppers are enjoying a Salvation Army concert in Egertorget Square when a shot rings out and a young officer drops dead, killed by a single bullet to the head fired at point blank range. The killer, a Croatian hitman known as The Little Redeemer, disappears, leaving Hole and his colleagues with no suspect, no murder weapon and no apparent motive. When the assassin learns he’s killed the wrong man he remains in Oslo to finish the job. Egertorget, a small plaza on Karl Johans Gate close to the Stortinget parliament building, is unremarkable but for the big neon sign advertising Norway’s best-known chocolate brand, Freia. Immortalised in Roald Dahl’s book Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, it was also famously endorsed by another Roald, explorer Amundsen, who said on his return from the South Pole that Freia had been one of his team’s main sources of nourishment. Visitors to Oslo who have yet to discover Nesbo’s books won’t give Egertorget a second glance, but for fans this is Holey ground.

SITTING TORGET: Egertorget Square, where a Salvation
Army officer is shot dead in The Redeemer (Matjaz Intihar)
A five-minute walk from Egertorget takes you to Sehesteds Gate (between Kristian IV and Kristian Augusts Gates). Halfway along Sehesteds is another small but altogether more attractive plaza with a circular fountain. Here you’ll find Aschehoug publishing house which first put Harry Hole on the beat and former aspiring professional footballer and economist/stockbroker Nesbo, who’ll be 52 on March 29, on his way to becoming a multi-millionaire best-selling novelist. The author sent the manuscript of his first Hole story, The Bat, under a pseudonym to Aschehoug more in the hope of a polite rejection and constructive criticism than acceptance, but accept it they did. Nesbo delights in telling how, when summoned to Sehesteds Gate to discuss the publication of his book, he was asked why he hadn’t submitted it under his own name. Being at that time a member of well-known rock group Di Derre (Those Guys), he said he didn’t want to be known as a celebrity musician turned author. He needn’t have worried — they’d never heard of him or the band.

TOME FROM HOME: The central Oslo headquarters of
Jo Nesbo's original Norwegian publishers, Aschehoug
Established in 1872, Aschehoug has published many of Norway’s best-known writers, foremost among them Henrik Ibsen (1828-1906), who’s buried in Var Frelsers (Our Saviour’s) Cemetery. Try to find his grave, though, and that nearby of artist Edvard Munch (1863-1944) from the maps posted at the entrances and you’ll be searching until Judgement Day. At least then you’ll be able to ask them which holes they’ve just emerged from. I eventually located Ibsen’s tombstone after asking a man out walking his dog. “There it is,” he said, pointing to a black marble obelisk with a golden hammer engraved on the front, just 10 feet from where I was standing, but of Munch there was no sign (I later discovered I’d circled his monument several times, but there was no inscription on the pillar on which his bust sits — his name is on a stone that was covered with eight inches of snow).

PILLAR OF SOCIETY: The snow-covered grave of Norway's
foremost dramatist Henrik Ibsen in Var Frelsers Cemetery
The triangular-shaped cemetery, which opened in 1808 for the interment of victims of famine and a cholera outbreak during the Napoleonic Wars, is bordered by Akersbakken, Akersveien and Ullevalsveien streets, and for Nesbo fans the apartment building at 15 Ullevalsveien is a stop on the Harry Hole tour. Overlooking the cemetery, this is where, in The Devil’s Star, water dripping from a kitchen ceiling (Nesbo adds two more floors to the building) triggers an investigation into the murder of the young woman upstairs — one of the fingers of her left hand has been cut off and a five-pointed red diamond inserted under her eyelid. A few days later, an actress goes missing and her severed finger adorned with a five-pointed red diamond ring arrives in the mail at the Police Department. Then a young secretary, also minus a finger, is found dead in the toilet at work and wearing an earring containing the serial killer’s now trademark star-shaped red diamond.

DETECTIVE STOREY: Nesbo adds
an extra couple of floors to number
15 Ullevalsveien in The Devil's Star
Not on the Harry Hole walking tour, though it can be seen from almost everywhere in Oslo, especially at night when it’s lit up, is the Holmenkollen ski jump (from the city it’s a 20 to 30-minute ride on the westbound metro). Holmenkollen is the setting for The Snowman’s dramatic showdown when Hole — now minus a couple of fingers himself after a run-in with some white-hot piano wire — is handcuffed to the homicidal maniac he’s been hunting and the pair are dangling from the top of the jump (the old one; it was demolished and rebuilt on the same site) with a killer drop below. Having read Larsson’s three books in quick succession and finding myself hungry for more of the same or similar Scandinavian noir, The Snowman was the first Nesbo book I picked up. In it, Hole is pitted against the cleverest, most cunning, conniving and unbelievably sadistic antagonist he’s ever encountered, the one who comes closest to proving more than a match. I was hooked.

KOLLEN ALL CARS: Cops rush to Holmenkollen ski jump
at the gripping finale of The Snowman (Susan Fraser)
You needn’t, however, be a Nesbo fan to enjoy a long weekend in Oslo, nor does following in the footsteps of Harry Hole necessarily mean leaving a tell-tale trail in the snow. Oslo in summer can be surprisingly warm, with picnics in the parks, leisurely lunches on sun-trap cafe terraces and long days spent on the beaches along the fjord and on its many islands which are served by regular ferries. Public swimming pools abound, but it’s the Frognerbadet outdoor complex with its high diving boards, snack bars and wide grassy areas next to Vigeland Sculpture Park that draws the biggest crowds. It’s also the scene of one of several grisly murders in Nesbo’s longest and goriest book, The Leopard, in which he introduces what is probably the most terrifying instrument of death ever invented, though fortunately only on paper.

BOARD MEETING: The dizzyingly high diving boards at
the Frognerbadet outdoor swimming and picnic complex
feature in The Leopard (Andrew Parker)
HI, VIG GUY: Vigeland Sculpture Park attracts
over one million visitors a year (Terje Borud)
The 80-acre sculpture park, with 212 bronze, cast iron and granite pieces by the prolific Gustav Vigeland (1869-1943) who also designed the Nobel Peace Prize medal, is visited by more than a million people each year and is another picnic hot spot on fine days. But it’s the 1997 bronze sculpture by Wenche Gulbrandsen of a gauntleted right hand with downward-pointing index finger in Christiania Torv (Square) that especially caught my eye. The centrepiece of a fountain, it indicates the spot where, in 1624 following a devastating fire, King Christian IV declared: “Here the new city shall lie.” And indeed, modern Oslo grew from here. Christian, who ruled Denmark-Norway from 1588 until his death in 1648, was not only the big cheese, he was a bighead too, and named the new city after himself. Christiania only reverted to its original and present name in 1925.

GLOVE STORY: Christiania Torv, spot
from where Oslo grew (Gunnar Strom)
NOR-WAY, JOSE: Medieval Akershus Fortress at the head
of the fjord has survived every siege attempt (Nancy Bundt)
Not far from Christiania Torv is Oslo’s pride and joy, the late 13th century Akershus Fortress and Castle (including the Norwegian Resistance Museum chronicling five years of occupation during World War Two) which was built on the orders of Viking King Haakon V. Sitting on an elevated promontory at the top of the fjord, it offers great views from the battlements of the city, especially looking west over the marina to the trendy waterside Aker Brygge development with its plush apartments and penthouses, bars, restaurants, galleries, shops and exclusive boutiques (this is where oil-rich Norway’s wealth is very much on show).

POWER HOUSE: Add two chimneys and the imposing
City Hall would look like a power station (Nancy Bundt)
Look northwest and you’ll see the brown brick City Hall, a big, unlovely lump of a building that could be mistaken for a power station but for the lack of a couple of vapour-spewing giant chimneys sprouting from its twin towers. Step inside, though, through the city-side entrance and the contrast with the drab exterior is startling. The massive lobby’s soaring walls and ceiling are a blaze of colours — I’ve never seen the aftermath of an explosion in a paint factory, but I imagine this comes close. Here you’ll see stylised murals by many Norwegian artists depicting the country’s history, working life and culture. It’s quite a sight, one that wows the dicky-bowed dignitaries who gather in the lobby every December 10 for the conferring of the Nobel Peace Prize. A visit to the nearby Nobel Peace Centre affords the chance to poke your eyes back into their sockets after marvelling at those murals and to learn about the prize, past winners and Norway’s role in international conflict resolution.

MUST-SEA: The Viking Ship Museum
is not to be missed (Johan Berge)
Being a seafaring nation, Norway’s proud and often marauding maritime history is recalled in three fascinating museums on the Bygdoy Peninsula and, appropriately, you hop aboard the 91 ferry (April to October; at other times take the 30 bus) outside City Hall to get to them. Top draw among this trio of attractions is the custom-built Viking Ship Museum housing the preserved Gokstad, Oseberg and Tune vessels that were excavated from three royal burial mounds along Oslo Fjord at the end of the 19th and start of the 20th centuries. Along with the ships, which date from the ninth century, archaeologists found skeletons, shields, beds, personal items including shoes, combs, cooking utensils and tools and an intricately-carved oak and ash cart designed to be pulled by two horses. What they didn’t find were Viking helmets with horns sticking out of the sides — they’re a myth.

FORE AND RAFT: The Kon-Tiki Museum (Gunnar Strom)
The Kon-Tiki Museum celebrates the remarkable high seas adventures of Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl (1914-2002) who, with five companions, crossed the Pacific from Peru to Polynesia in 1947 on a crude balsa wood raft named Kon-Tiki after the Inca sun god. Heyerdahl’s account of the epic voyage, which covered 8,000 kilometres and took 101 days, became a worldwide bestseller following its publication in 1948, and a documentary about the expedition won an Academy Award in 1951. A subsequent Atlantic crossing in 1969 from Morocco to the West Indies on the papyrus reed boat Ra had to be abandoned after 3,000km and 54 days, just 1,000km short of Barbados, when the craft began to fall apart, but a second attempt 10 months later on Ra II succeeded. Kon-Tiki and Ra II are the star exhibits in the museum.

PROW WOW: Polar exploration vessel
Fram is housed in its own Museum
The Fram Museum, which opened in 1936, houses the polar exploration vessel of the same name which is billed as the strongest wooden sailing ship ever built. Launched in 1892, it also holds the distinction of being the wooden ship that has sailed farther north and south than any other on its voyages to the Arctic and Antarctic. Three expeditions have ensured its place in history, all of them led by intrepid Norwegians. From 1893 to 1896, Fridtjof Nansen set out to prove the theory that an ocean current flowed east to west beneath the Arctic icecap; from 1898, Otto Sverdrup and his team of scientists and cartographers spent four years charting the Canadian Arctic islands; and, most famously, explorer Roald Amundsen, the man who beat John Mills (or rather, Britain’s Captain Robert Scott) to the South Pole, made Fram a household name after he raised the Norwegian flag there on December 14, 1911.

NERVES OF STEAL: The Scream, by Edvard
Munch, is popular with art lovers and thieves
Back in the present, make a point of visiting the Munch Museum (20 bus and eastbound metro) which displays a vast and regularly-changed collection of the works of expressionist Edvard Munch who painted The Scream, one of the best-known artworks in the world. It and another of his paintings, The Madonna, were stolen from the museum in an armed robbery in 2004 but recovered two years later. Ten years before, a version of The Scream hanging in Oslo’s National Gallery was stolen, but several months later it too was recovered. If any robber is reading this, bank on walking free the next time you’re up before the judge by first nipping round to Var Frelsers Cemetery where Munch is buried and stealing those bamboozling maps at the entrances — no jury would convict someone who’d done visitors such a huge favour.

YUM AND GET IT: Freshly-caught prawns
are a favourite for lunch (Nancy Bundt)
The UN’s latest quality of life index names Norway as the happiest place to live in the world (Ireland is seventh and the UK 28th), and that probably has a lot to do with the healthy diet and the relaxed, unrushed atmosphere in cafes and restaurants. Seasonal dishes include wild game and, in winter, hearty stews and roasts to keep the cold at bay (the Norwegians say there’s no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing), but it’s the year-round abundance and variety of freshly-caught fish and other seafood for which the country is rightly famed. While you’re picking and peeling your way through a big plate of prawns, Jo Nesbo could be sitting at a nearby table cooking up another batch of the seafood speciality with which he frustrates and infuriates Hole and delights his legions of fans. You won’t find this dish on any Oslo menu, but the main ingredients pack the pages of his books. They’re called red herrings.

FLY
SAS Scandinavian Airlines (www.flysas.ie) flies daily from Dublin to Oslo Gardermoen International, either directly or via Copenhagen from 75 one way or 149 return (25 per cent discount on child fares). Price includes free online check-in, 23kg baggage allowance and Eurobonus points.
CONNECT
AIRPORT TRAINS: Flytoget high-speed trains connect Gardermoen and Oslo S Central Station, with departures every 10 minutes in each direction (Saturday and early morning/late night every 20 minutes). The 47km journey takes 20 minutes and costs 170kr/22 one way. Tickets bought from the kiosk incur a service fee of 30kr, or 15kr when bought from a machine.
AIRPORT BUSES: Flybussen express coaches connect Gardermoen and the central bus terminal, with departures every 20 to 30 minutes in each direction. The journey takes 40 minutes, and tickets cost 150kr/€19.50 to 190kr/€24.75 one way or 250kr/€33 return (child single 80kr/€10.45).
STAY
The 4-star, 118-room Thon Hotel Oslo Panorama (Radhusgata 7, www.thonhotels.com) is in historical Kvadraturen, one of Oslo’s oldest districts located between Akershus Fortress and Karl Johan’s Gate with buildings dating from the 1600s. Surrounded by museums, trendy boutiques, galleries, bars, cafes and restaurants, it’s a short walk from Central Station, the Royal Palace and the National Theatre and has free wifi throughout. Hot and cold buffet breakfast is included in the price (rooms from 1,125kr/€150 per night).
EAT
Tasty Thai, 51 Thereses Gate, no alcohol, but great Thai food.
Mother India, 63 Pilestredet, brutally hot dishes if you dare.
Kafe Onkel Donald, 26 Universitetsgata, near the National Theatre, quality burgers, salads, pastas and rice dishes.
Waldemars, 1 Waldemar Thranes Gate, local pub that serves some cheap but tasty meals, good for breakfasts, wraps, pastas and traditional Norwegian dishes.
Pizza da Mimmo, 2 Behrens Gate, small, so best to book, but excellent pizzas and nice atmosphere.
Jeromes, 33 St. Olav’s Gate, French-inspired cuisine.
Trattoria Populare, 2 Trondheimsveien, excellent Italian dishes.
Kafe Asylet, 28 Gronland, traditional Norwegian.
Cantina Cortina, Folketeateret Passage, seats 20, great Italian.
Olympen Mat & Vinhus, 15 Gronlandsleiret, Norwegian and modern, good value for money.
Fragrance of the Heart, 2 Fridtjof Nansens Plass, City Hall, and 9 Stortorvet, Glasmagasinet, vegetarian and vegan cafes and coffee houses.
Dubliner Folk Pub, 28 Radhusgata, kitchen open daily from 2 to 9pm serving snacks, burgers, salads, sandwiches and a fantastic Irish stew. Live trad sessions on Tuesday and Saturday evenings, live music most nights.
*Thanks to Oslo residents Eva Britt Kornfeldt, Marit Utaker, Mari Atlanta Lunde and Robert D.I. Phillips for recommendations.
SAVE
An Oslo Pass will pay for itself if you make the most of it. Available for 24 hours (230kr/€30), 48 hours (340kr/€45) and 72 hours (430kr/€56), it allows free entry to 30 museums and attractions, unlimited travel on public transport including the metro, buses, trams, local trains and ferries to the islands in the inner fjord, parking in municipal car parks, free walking tours, discounts on sightseeing and car hire and special offers in restaurants andshops.
˜Harry Hole walking tours (150kr/20 per person) are organised on request for groups of 12 and more by Oslo Guidebureau (www.osloguide.no) and start from the lobby of the Radisson Blu Scandinavia Hotel. Book through the Guidebureau website (the tour is free for Oslo Pass holders).
˜For further information, and to buy an Oslo Pass, see www.visitoslo.com
*Credited photos courtesy of www.visitoslo.com and www.visitnorway.com

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Thai Boat Noodles at Sanamluang


I made sure to indulge in some of my favorite foods during my vacation back in California for the holidays. But I also made an effort to try out some things that I've heard so much about on the Twittersphere but don't have access to out in New York. Among those things are good fish tacos. Yet, the hands down best thing I ate was a bowl of Thai boat noodles. I had heard so much about boat noodles, and the lack of authentic boat noodles in New York made the experience in Los Angeles that much more special.

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Although most people flock to the two heavyweights of the Thai boat noodle community in North Hollywood's Thai Town, Pa Ord and Sapp, I had my noodles at Sanamluang Cafe. It was only days after the New Year and many places were closed for the holidays. Sanamluang, with its 4 am daily closing time, was perfect for meeting up some of my familiar food friends @olivejina, @djjewelz, @limer35 @kungfoodpanda, and @ravenouscouple. The restaurant is in a small shopping center with a parking lot that easily gets overwhelmed.



While it's not difficult to find a bowl of beef noodle soup at Thai restaurants all over the country, it's tough to find one made with all the offal that truly makes a great bowl of boat noodles. Thai food in America is so generic and the flavors are simplified to the point of easy replication at any pan-Asian fusion eatery. The name comes from the common serving style in Thailand, when vendors sell noodles directly out of their boats. The secret to a great bowl is the abundant use of pork blood, liver, and other cuts of beef. Though it's listed as spicy beef noodles on the menu at Sanamluang, you can also order it as boat noodles. They'll know what you're talking about.

I've commonly heard of Thai boat noodles as pho on crack. It is the most flavorful bowl of noodles I've ever come across. Savory and sour are the main components, but a healthy amount of spice gives it a kick. Cinnamon and star anise are the key elements. However, the most memorable aspect of the noodles is the outstanding mouthfeel of the soup.

If anyone knows where I can get a great bowl of Thai boat noodles in New York, please let me know!

Sanamluang Cafe
sanamluangcafe.menutoeat.com
5176 Hollywood Blvd
North Hollywood, CA 90027
(323) 660-8006
$5.95 for a bowl of "Spicy Beef Noodles"

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Friday, 3 February 2012

THANK YOU FOR THE AWARD

THANKS: Receiving my award from Fiona Cunningham
 of NITB and Eoghan Corry, editor of Travel Extra Ireland
I was honoured to receive the Travel Extra-Northern Ireland Tourist Board Travel Journalist of the Year 2012 award in Dublin last week for my article on Titanic Belfast that appears on this blog. Thank you to the judges, Travel Extra, NITB and award organisers Limelight Communications. It was a fantastic night out among friends, fellow travel writers and travel industry colleagues in Bewleys Hotel, Ballsbridge, that went on into the small hours.

Monday, 30 January 2012

Ensenada Too Far? Try Ricky's Fish Tacos


Originating from sunny Ensenada, fish tacos are a common sight in California. On my visit back to Los Angeles, I finally got the chance to see what the fuss was all about. Ricky's Fish Tacos, a stand that would be perfectly for a futbol tailgate, had been on my list for a long time. Since my previous experiences with fish tacos were at Rubios or Wahoo's, I needed some convincing that fish tacos were more than just overbattered and greasy messes.

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Since I had trouble finding Ricky's, I will devote time to explaining how to find it. Luckily, Christine, the older sister who I never wanted, was an expert and guided me in the whole process. First, check Ricky's Twitter @rickysfishtacos to see if he's open that day. For the most part, he is open Wednesday through Sunday afternoons. However, since he also caters private events, check the Twitter feed for more accurate information.



Second, as I mentioned above, Ricky's is not a traditional restaurant. As you can tell from the picture, it is an outdoor stand of not more than a few tables, a frying vat, and some coolers with fresh seafood underneath a canopy. That said, he's in a small yard at the corner of North Virgil Avenue and De Longpre Avenue, across from the Vons parking lot.


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Once you arrive, go up to Ricky or his assistant and place your order. He has fish or shrimp tacos. If you're lucky, he will also be serving lobster tacos. They are fried in front of you in a golden vat. If you stand too close for too long, you too will smell delicious.



I ordered one shrimp and one fish. I was not lucky that day. A person of normal appetite will probably be okay with two or three. I can report that Ricky avoids the main problem with battered and fried fish, the batter does not dominate the flavor. Also, it felt surprisingly light; you don't get the uncomfortable feeling that usually accompanies a meal of fried fare. The pico de gallo and cabbage give some textual variety while the crema and salsas added flavor dimensions. None of the accompaniments overpowered the centerpiece seafood though. If you do feel like throwing the flavors out of balance, additional sauces are available for self-dispense.

That day, Ricky was also serving cucumber and spinach agua fresca. This was an odd combination for me, but perfect for the unseasonably warm January day.

Ricky's Fish Tacos
@rickysfishtacos
1400 N. Virgil Ave.
Los Feliz/Hollywood/Silverlake, CA 90027
$2.50 for the fish, more for the shrimp and lobster.

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Thursday, 19 January 2012

California's Pizza Kitchen: The Cheese Board Collective


Cheese Board's pizza of the day with gratuitous extra slices

Being a transplant from California to New York, I am often asked to verify New York pizza claims. Is it really that much better? Does it put California pizza to shame? I always respond with the politically calculated answer--they're different. Those who know me know that I don't need to hedge my response to save feelings. If something is objectively better, I'll say it. But pizzas from California and New York really are different. Too often people only make the distinction between Chicago style deep dish and the Neapolitan thin crust as the only two kinds. Yet, my recent trip to Berkeley's famous Cheese Board Collective reaffirmed my conviction that the differences even among thin crust pizzas need to be highlighted and celebrated.


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Breaking it down simply, New York pizza is all about simplicity and execution while California pizzas are about complexity and creativity. Both types emphasize the importance of quality ingredients, but the East Coast cares much more about the fundamental building blocks of the pizza--dough, sauce, and cheese. California pizzerias don't cling to tradition; of course they don't, there is no pizza tradition in California. Starting with Wolfgang Puck, the pizza in California has always been innovative and new. The focus is on the ingredients, often a blend of the unexpected. In fact, if you look for a "traditional" pizzeria in California, you're likely to be steered towards New York or Italian transplants.

Just as a personal anecdote, during my first New York pizza experience years ago at Grimaldi's, I had a plain cheese pizza. I hadn't had pizza with no toppings since it was forced on my as a kid at party's thrown by picky eaters. It was then that I realized New York and California pizza just don't compete in the same field. Just as you don't order a pizza with no toppings in California, you don't order a combination pizza in New York.


Long lines, but fast moving customers

The Cheese Board Collective started in 1967 as a cheese shop. In the 1970s, it began baking bread and earned renown for its baked goods. It actually wasn't until 1990 that it began selling pizza, the draw by which I first discovered it. In an informal poll among my friends, any reference to the Cheese Board was always followed by, "the pizza place."



The Cheese Board offers one pizza selection a day with no substitutions. Its emphasis is on fresh, local ingredients, no surprise given the store's location on the other side of the street from Chez Panisse. While many California pizzas strive to impress you with over-the-top exoticism (hello, Jamaican jerk chicken and Peking duck), this pizza was comparatively plain. The pizza was outstanding, with lemon citrus notes and cilantro playing up the garlic and roma tomatoes. Sharp hints of feta gave some variety to the workhorse mozzarella. Best of all, the pizza was accessible, something you think you can make as long as you have the best ingredients.


Live jazz music

The appeal of the Cheese Board is beyond just a solid appreciation for its food. It is a collective, owned and operated by its workers. The open store front and live music play up the atmosphere and it's hard to come out of the experience without a smile. And of course, a healthy amount of civil disobedience was thrown in across the street by patrons without a table at this busy joint. Let's not forget where we are boys and girls.



The Cheese Board Collective
cheesboardcollective.coop
1504 Shattuck Ave.
Berkeley, 94709
(510) 549-3183
$2.50/slice, $20/whole

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Tuesday, 17 January 2012

GRENADA: HAVING A SPICE TIME, WISH YOU WERE HERE


BY GEORGE: Grenada's picturesque capital, St. George's
WHEN Hurricane Ivan brought death and destruction to Grenada in September 2004, killing 39 people, damaging or demolishing 90 per cent of the buildings and wiping out the vital nutmeg/mace and other spice crops, it looked like curtains for this tiny Caribbean island’s economy. Best-case predictions said it would take decades to recover, but just over seven years later and against the odds, tourism numbers are on the up and spice exports are back to pre-Ivan levels.
International aid allowed the islanders to begin repairing and replacing homes, schools and other public buildings flattened by Nature’s fury, which paid a return visit in July 2005 when Hurricane Emily hit. It was a cruel double blow, but no one had reckoned on the indomitable Grenadians, who spent every daylight hour replanting the vast tracts of nutmeg, all spice, cinnamon and clove trees and pepper vines on which so many livelihoods depended.
They showed that when the going gets tough, the tough get growing.

TOP CROP: Nutmegs and other spices
You have to be tough to sample the rum that’s been produced since 1785 at the Rivers distillery in the northeast of the island. There are two varieties, 69 and 75 proof, the latter so flammable and potentially explosive that it’s not allowed on planes, except maybe in the fuel tanks.
The distillery, on the River Antoine Estate that supplies organic bananas to Sainsbury’s, is a ramshackle collection of old buildings that look long-abandoned, but behind the weather-ravaged walls it’s a fully-functioning and busy facility that makes rum year-round. The only concession to the 21st century is electricity, but it plays no part in the production process — a water wheel powers the press that crushes the sugar cane, the sun-dried husks are burned beneath huge copper basins to boil the cane juice, the hot liquid is ladled into cooling tanks, it’s then siphoned into concrete fermentation tanks and, finally, it’s hand-pumped into and out of the stills. This is how it’s been done for 227 years, and there are no plans to introduce modern methods.
I visited Rivers with award-winning tour guide Simon ‘Mandoo’ Seales (www.grenadatours.com), a former merchant seaman (he’s one of the Navy Seales) who returned to his native Grenada several years ago to help promote tourism. I couldn’t have been in better — or better-dressed — company as Mandoo, in his pristine white uniform, took me on a tour of the Caribbean’s Spice Island which measures just 34 by 19 kilometres (half the size of the Isle of Man) and has a population of 90,000 English-speaking cricket lovers. They’re all Formula 1 fanatics too, thanks to race ace Lewis Hamilton’s Grenadian roots — his grandad, Davidson, is the bus driver in the fishing village of Grand Roy, where he’s affectionately known as Slowcoach.

HAIRY MOMENT: Mona monkey has lunch
Mandoo’s a man of many talents, not least his ability to talk to the animals which he showed off when we stopped to enjoy the views from the heady heights of the steamy Grand Etang rainforest. I had my eye on the bag of bananas he’d bought from a roadside kiosk on the way up, but it turned out they were earmarked for a more deserving cause. Leaning on a railing, he threw his head back and let out a Tarzan-like yodel. If he’d thumped his chest, grabbed a liana and gone swinging into the greenery I couldn’t have been more startled.
A few seconds later a mona monkey came running along and plopped itself down right in front of us. The last time I was that close to a simian was in Gibraltar, where a Barbary macaque picked my pocket and peed on my shoe, so I wasn’t overly keen when Mandoo handed me a banana and suggested I give it to the monkey. But I needn’t have worried — this little guy had obviously been brought up well, and he accepted my arm’s-length offering with a gracious grunt before ambling back into the trees, no doubt to tell the lads about the big jessie with the sunburn and the trembling hand.
And then, without so much as a few warning drops, it began to rain as if someone had turned on the taps full blast, though in Grenada they don’t call it rain (it’s warm for a start). “That’s liquid sunshine,” said Mandoo, and in three words summed up the good-naturedness of the ever-smiling Grenadians. Ten minutes later the downpour ended as suddenly as it had begun, and we were rewarded with the marvellous sight of a double rainbow.

COOL POOL: Concord Waterfalls
There was a rainbow too, a mini one, when we stopped at the first of the three Concord Waterfalls, 13km north of the capital, St. George’s. The lower falls are at the end of a narrow, winding mountain road hugged by lush vegetation, and most visitors content themselves with a quick look and a few snapshots here. The more adventurous and fit trek into the rainforest and through a nutmeg plantation to see the second falls, Au Coin, and continue upwards to the third, Fontainbleu. None is a Niagara, but all three are picturesque and tumble into deep pools of crystal clear water that tempt the brave in for a dip (the pools can be a bit chilly, while the sea close to shore is lukewarm).
The really adventurous don swimming gear, safety helmets and lifevests for a 90-minute ride down the Balthazar River rapids (www.adventuregrenada.com) on individual inflatable tubes that resemble giant donuts but taste awful (I took a tumble and got a wallop in the mouth from mine). There are gentler stretches with pools where you can climb the bank and jump into the water, but I left that bit of daredevilry to the 12-year-old girl from the States who not only jumped but did a somersault and landed feet-first in the middle of her tube. Impressive stuff, though I had to stifle a snigger (her dad was a big fella with tattoos) when her startled little face followed the rest of her through the hole and she surfaced a few seconds later coughing and spluttering. As any fool knows, if you’re going to show off by somersaulting into a rubber ring, keep your arms outspread and don’t shout “Watch me, everybody!”
Guides-cum-lifeguards accompany tube riders who are advised to bring a towel, but that proved to be excess baggage because 10 minutes after stepping ashore in my sodden shorts and T-shirt they’d dried in the sun with me still in them.

THRILLS (AND SPILLS): Tubing on the Balthazar River
Grenada, which prides itself on being the cleanest, greenest and most law-abiding island in the Caribbean, is hot, with a year-round average afternoon temperature of 23C/80F and daily highs from July through October of, and often exceeding, 31/88. November through February are the coolest months (if you call 24/76 cool), January through May are the driest and the rainy season is June to November, though it usually rains just once a day for an hour and then not every day. With such an agreeable climate it’s ideal for beach weddings and honeymoons and is an increasingly popular holiday destination, but being only 190km north of the Equator the sun is twice as intense as in the Mediterranean, so regular and generous applications of sunscreen — or in my case, axle grease ­— are a must.
I’ve never been one for beaches (beach bars, yes) and all that lying and frying on the sand, but the ones in Grenada look like they came straight out of a Bounty bar commercial. I strolled the three-kilometre length of Grand Anse beach in the southwest of the island, hot-footing it into the turquoise water at regular intervals to prevent my flip-flops melting, and concluded it must’ve been idyllic surroundings like this for which postcards were invented.

SHOREFIRE HIT: Picture postcard Grand Anse beach
Levera Beach, in the north, is a smaller version of Grand Anse at 700 metres long but just as dreamy, and for nature lovers such as Mandoo it’s something of a sacred site. Every year between April and July, female leatherback turtles come here to bury their soft-shelled eggs — from 80 to 100 each — in the sand on the very beach where they themselves hatched several years before. These critically-endangered creatures, which can weigh up to 900 kilos and grow to two metres in length (the males are much bigger and spend their entire lives at sea), undertake an epic 12-month migration of up to 6,000 kilometres each way from and back to Grenada and are absolutely pooped when they drag themselves ashore.
This is when Mandoo — who gives up much of his free time to lecture on environmental issues in schools and colleges — and his fellow conservation volunteers step in to lend a helping hand, working in round-the-clock shifts to protect the turtles from poachers and guard the nest sites while the eggs incubate. Access to Levera between April and July is strictly limited, though small groups of visitors can join the volunteers to see the females laying and their tiny hatchlings — of which only one in a thousand survive to maturity — scurrying down the beach and into the sea.

SHELL OUT: Fun and food at Fish Friday night in Gouyave
No one does much scurrying or hurrying in Grenada, where life is so laid-back it’s almost horizontal. This was delightfully evident when I visited the northwest seaside town of Gouyave for the weekly Fish Friday evening when locals turn out to eat, drink and socialise with their neighbours and tourists in the backstreets while Bob Marley monopolises the music blaring from the speakers. Once a week, these traffic-free, narrow residential alleyways are turned into a maze of open-air canteens with umpteen stalls serving succulent seafood that costs next to nothing, cheap soft drinks and beer, and rum punch so potent it might strip the enamel from your teeth if you over-indulge.
Dress down for this most informal of nights out that sometimes goes on until dawn (Gouyave is known as the town that never sleeps) because boiled, baked, barbecued, grilled and fried fresh fish, crayfish and lobster accompanied by spicy vegetables and fried breadfruit are meant to be tackled with fingers, not forks. When you can’t find a serviette, wipe your hands on your T-shirt — you can always wear and wash it when you go for a dip in the sea the following morning.
The waters around Grenada attract scuba divers from all over the world thanks to the abundance of coral reefs and wrecks that teem with marine life including seahorses, shoals of angel fish, schools of snappers, graceful stingrays and curious (as in fearlessly nosy) turtles. Not that I’ve been down there to have a look, which is my loss — I’m not a strong swimmer; I gagged the first and only time I bit on a breathing regulator; and I’ve had a morbid fear of sharks since a German woman was killed by one off Sharm el-Sheikh in December 2010 near the spot where I’d been treading water only a fortnight before. There are NO dangerous sharks off Grenada, but that fatal attack in Egypt has left me with a terrible dread, so when it comes to scuba diving I have to say thanks, but no tanks.

SCUBA-DUPER: Diving among the island's coral reefs
I stayed at LaSource (www.theamazingholiday.com), the all-inclusive, no-children-allowed resort on Pink Gin Beach near St. George’s where I spent seven blissful days and nights thinking: If I win the lottery this is where they can forward my mail.
This 4-star plus hideaway in 40 acres of tropical grounds is hugely popular with singles, and many a lasting relationship has been forged here. What’s especially nice is that anyone arriving on their own will never feel alone — get-to-know-you drinks are served in the bar every evening and solo guests are invited to join others for dinner. And, joy of joys, there’s not a distracting TV in sight, not even in the rooms, all of which overlook the Caribbean. Sitting on my balcony most evenings, I watched the sun sink beneath the horizon in a blaze of red and orange before getting dressed for dinner with a fascinating and friendly mix of mostly English singles and couples, many of them LaSource regulars, from all walks of life — accountants, restaurateurs, secretaries, doctors, a redundant computer games designer, honeymooners and retirees.
Some were there simply to chill out and enjoy the surroundings and fabulous food followed by a relaxing evening in the piano bar, while others took full advantage of the wealth of leisure facilities and organised activities. There’s a nine-hole golf course, tennis courts, archery, beach volleyball, t’ai chi and yoga (watching a meditation class was as active as I got), and watersports including snorkeling, knee boarding, ocean kayaking, windsurfing and Hobie Cat sailing. The resort has its own scuba boat and crew (www.divelasource.com), and guests who are certified divers get three outings per week included in the price of their stay. Also included for all guests is a complimentary daily spa treatment with a choice of facials, massages and body wraps.
A recent addition to the attractions at LaSource is the week-long Sleep School (www.thesleepschool.org) that aims to help insomniacs get a good night’s kip. Run by Dr. Guy Meadows, who claims an 87 per cent success rate, it’s attracting interest from all over the world. Thankfully, I’ve never had any trouble dropping off, though I’m not looking forward to my next nine-hour Grenada-Gatwick flight — all those cured insomniacs who haven’t slept in ages have a lot of snoring to catch up on.

HAVEN ON EARTH: Fabulous all-inclusive LaSource resort

GETTING THERE
FLY: British Airways (www.britishairways.com), Virgin Atlantic (www.virgin-atlantic.com) and Monarch (www.monarch.co.uk) fly from London Gatwick to Grenada.
BOOK: For Irish clients, Tropical Sky has a 7 nights all-inclusive holiday at LaSource from €1,899 per person sharing. Valid for selected departures from June to September, the price includes scheduled flights from Dublin via Gatwick, accommodation in a luxury room, resort transfers, taxes and surcharges. In Ireland, see www.tropicalsky.ie or call 01 526 2566 or 068 56800; in the UK see www.tropicalsky.co.uk or call 0844 332 9371.
˜For further information on visiting Grenada, see www.grenadagrenadines.com

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Iceland: Saegreifinn (Sea Baron)


Besides Baejarin Beztu, the other name I kept coming across on Chowhound posts about Iceland was Saegreifinn, a.k.a. Sea Baron. This casual restaurant is more fish shack than fine dining. Customers order at the counter then sit on narrow fish barrels along communal benches. Still, even Mark Bittman has called out Saegreifinn for its outstanding lobster soup.
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The entire dining area is tiny. At the time I went, there weren't very many customers and people rotated in and out fairly rapidly. I imagine during high tourist season in the summer, the place is packed to the gills. As with almost anywhere else in Iceland, the proprietors speak perfect English. Their English was so good in fact that I frequently forgot to practice the Icelandic phrases I picked up for the trip. I did however, satisfy my goal to be able to pronounce Eyjafjallajökull, the volcano that erupted last year.



I believe Saegreifinn serves their famous lobster soup year-round, but check the display case for the local catch of the day on kebabs. The soup has a Nordic flavor profile, rich and hearty with some slight sweetness and ample amount of lobster. The locally fished lobster is smaller than we're used to, but sweeter in taste. It actually reminded me more of crawfish. I've been told it is specifically langoustine. Indeed it does have that same taste.





From the fridge, we picked out a halibut kebab. The waitress brought the kebab to the back to be grilled while we warmed up with the soup and heaps of crusty bread. The soup and the complimentary bread would be enough to make a light lunch, but we were about to head for the airport. While the fish was certainly fresh, it lacked the flavor of the outstanding Pacific halibut I had in Alaska.




While in my trip, I had plenty of delicious food, I didn't partake in much of the exotic fare. I avoided hakarl, the Fear Factor-esque fermented shark that is described as licking a urinal. I also didn't have reindeer or puffin, which I hear tastes very fishy. I did however, eat a whale kebab. Iceland and Japan are two of the few countries that still whale. They are also two countries where you can find whale on the menu. The texture is easy to describe--tough, like an overcooked steak. The taste is much odder. Imagine a cross between tuna and beef, or if a cow was only fed a diet of fish. Whale is one of those things you can say you've tried, but you're not likely to go back.

Saegrefinn (Sea Baron)
354-553-1500
Geirsgata 9, 101 Reykjavik
The restaurant is located in the Northwest of Reykjavik by the harbor.


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