I’ve been desperate to try one of the hundreds of food events that happens in Austin every year. The idea of having so many chefs illustrating their entire personality into one bite of food sounds like going to an art show of flavor. I finally bit the lamb bullet and the fat that shot into me was incredible. There were many chefs, breweries, winemakers, knife … Continue reading Review of Austin Lamb Jam
I was very curious on whether or not Kyoten would taste just as masterful in rice and sushi rolls once Otto left for Chicago. At the least, he does seem far happier there with his dreams and ambition creating higher places to reach. As he stated in our interview with him, there’s someplace he’s trying to go but he may never reach it. Otto: The … Continue reading Did Kyoten Survive Chef Otto Leaving for his Michelin?
I really used to think Açaí bowls were the knockoff versions of bento bowls. They were designed for color more than flavor and the balance was always a mixture between too sweet and cereal with berries. Around town we have many Açaí bowls that compete with each other but feel the same, and I’ve been questioning the sourcing at various places to know how they … Continue reading Review of Southern Pressed Juicery in the Domain
Foreign and Domestic. The words capture the meaning injected into the dishes. The flavors taste freshly picked from the ground or recently taken from their animal.
Divine cream meets Italian technique, and the only true scratch made ice cream in Austin.
Co-written by Jason Salas and Ainsley Daschofsky
The interview started by saying how humbled we were to be sitting down with Chef Steve Mchugh of Cured. Chef Mchugh is a man that you want to know. A man to meet before you die, or at least try his food. In the interview, Mchugh divulged that he hopes the food speaks so loudly for him that he doesn’t even have to be at the restaurant. You taste his mind even if he is nowhere near you. For Jason, he is someone you want to aspire to be like as a chef. We knew that this couldn’t be just any type of interview. It had to be from our hearts. It had to have passion and respect for the man we were sitting with. We were nervous. Ainsley and I were ready. This one was going to matter.
Austin Food Blogger’s Alliance let us into their tribe a few months ago. We were both thrilled to just imagine it. Talking food with people that loved it as much as we do. Obviously every human loves food. We eat it to survive. But these people also worship it. We birth it from our brains as recipes. We dress it up with dark chocolate ganache or a leaf of basil. We stay at home on Friday nights to imagine rosemary infused donuts.
It is our love. A marriage to the senses of flavor, the sense of beauty and the taste of a memory.
When you search for your favorite thing to eat in Austin and you don’t find what you are looking for. There are only a couple of things you can do about it. For most of us, we go home and try and make it ourselves. Or just give up and go about our day. But for Raya Naser, she did things a little differently. You see Raya tried really hard to find her favorite Mediterranean place in Austin.
Author: Ainsley Daschofsky
Every step I took away from the restaurant, concrete and bricks flashing into my eye retina, was like an interference. With a satisfaction so deep that the world couldn’t match, I licked my mind lips over and over. The match as a memory of fire hitting meat. The memory of lamb ribs on top of me like a lass I’d been imagining for years and had finally won. The fat from the smoked rib charred my teeth with a memory’s gush as the fat spilled down my throat, swallowed into me. Eyes closed, keeping all else away from the brain memorizing every pull of lamb rib. While not memorizing. You can’t memorize what you already know. What your beast knows. Your primal DNA making the taste succulent to your inner knowledge. That’s the thing about flavor. It is no hologram. It was not factory made …until it was. Meat and its flavor is known to every creature that is human. Whether you have McDonalds or not. They can only tap into the buds that scream and dance and cry to their passion. Food. Survival. Instinct. Your brain says meat should be inside it because it is your survival. Cured’s burger was this release from being a part of the world, the modern day, and back into the being part of your insides. The known without speaking. They don’t fuck with meat until it’s a veggie burger or lay down caramelized onions to hide the blood that isn’t there. Even the cheese goes inside the flavor. They char the blood to the perfect texture and honor its true flavor. They cure while pounding love into it. Eyes closed and mind dripping with bloody sweetness we call Cured our home.