For those who may follow my Top Chef blog on my site (this is being crossposted posted to both Cliffieland and All Top Chef), I was recently in San Francisco on vacation. And since I've become a full-on foodie thanks to Top Chef (despite being unable to cook anything that doesn't have microwave instructions on the box) we just had to go take out a second mortgage and head out to several of the restaurants of some of theTop Chef and Top Chef Masters contesants.
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First stop: Citizen Cake, the pastry-centric restaurant of Top Chef Masters contestant and Top Chef guest judge Elizabeth Falkner.
We all know how Top Chef contestants are forever reminding us that they are "not a pastry chef." Falkner, though, was both charged with judging the cheftestants' dessert offerings and was a contestant in her own right on the Masters show.
We started our brunch with a few "hair of the dog" drinks, a Ramos Fizz (Boodles gin, orange flower water, egg whites and vanilla sugar) and a Fleur De Sel(ery) Bloody Mary infused with jalapeño vodka.
Let's just say that they were both delicious.
While we waited for our guest, we ordered up a plate of Donut Balls With Cream Glaze and Jam. Yum.





A few days later, we headed to the grandest restaurant of our lives, Hubert Keller's landmark Fleur De Lys.

Still, it's a peak experience and one that we wouldn't be experiencing again anytime soon.
So, we put on our fancy duds and headed there. Oddly, we were stunned to see a diner eating in the main room in a t-shirt. But, these are different times, I suppose.
Oh, one other crazy-diners moment: At a nearby table, a young couple sat, clearly there to celebrate a special occasion. And when the sommelier arrived to ask for the couple's wine order, the young man asked, "What do you recommend for a birthday?"
"Well, that rather depends on your taste," the unflappable employee responded.
See, I could never do that job. I wouldn't be able to keep from offering a sarcastic response (and getting sommelierily summarily fired).
On to the meal!
The stellar experience started with an amuse bouche of vichyssoise with lemongrass and fava bean purée with Parmesan.







Finally, after a quick stop into an actual speakeasy nearby to check in with some friends, we headed off to luna Basque, the restaurant of current season Top Chef contestant Mattin Noblia.
Now, we can't really speak to the cuisine there, since we were fresh from not only a big dinner, but the greatest meals of our lives.
So, we really only got to order an appetizer and (to be nice) dessert.
And what did Chef Mattin have as the special on his menu this evening but a variation on the ceviche dish which got him voted off the show one week earlier (on TV, anyway).

To be fair, it was a lovely dish. And Mattin (a wholly lovely individual in person) noted that he wanted to present the dish to show that sometimes one needs to work a dish for a while to get it right. And he did.
Still, it's hard to judge, since it wasn't the greatest ceviche I've ever had. (In fact, ceviche is about the only dish I've actually prepared myself sucessfully. And this tasted about the same as my own ... which isn't saying a whole lot for it.)
We fared much better with Mattin's creme brulée (not pictured). It was very tasty and as sweet as the chef.
Also, you may or may not be aware that we got to watch last week's Top Chef episode at Mattin's restaurant. And the chef (amusingly) spoiled the ending of the night's episode for us.
We did get to pick the chef's brain for a bit and he is every bit as charming and goofy as he appeared on television. He explained the whole red neckerchief thing (it's a Basque thing), his not-so-secret longing for Padma, the fact that he got along with (most) everyone on the show, superchef Joël Robuchon's odd comment about Mattin's French (it's a combination of Mattin's regional accent and the time he's been away from France) and the fact that a certain cheftestant who appears not to be very well-respected by her colleages on the show was, well, not that well-respected.
In the end, we purchased our own red neckerchiefs, which earn money for charity. And we got our pictures taken with the French chef.

Oh, and I lost count of all the "funny" comments we got from folks on the streets of San Francisco as we walked back to our hotel with our new neckwear still attached.