Vital Information wrote:John Danza wrote:Vital Information wrote:He also has Trotter's to Go and packaged goods, a bunch of cookbooks and a few TV shows, so he's not just manning the line.
I've always loved "The Kitchen Sessions" TV shows and have all the VHS tapes (not sure if they're in DVD). The recipes work very well and I've found that in some cases, the way he does them on the TV show actually works better than the translation that is in the companion cookbook.
One of the key cooking lessons from this show is, "when in doubt, add butter."
mhill95149 wrote:I remember watching the first show of the first season of Kitchen Sessions and seeing Charlie stir a pot with a spoon, taste with the spoon and the continue to stir the pot with said spoon![]()
Kind of grossed me out....
John Danza wrote:mhill95149 wrote:I remember watching the first show of the first season of Kitchen Sessions and seeing Charlie stir a pot with a spoon, taste with the spoon and the continue to stir the pot with said spoon![]()
Kind of grossed me out....
Yeah, that made an impression on me too. I noticed that it happened for a few episodes, and then he stopped and instead had a bunch of spoons ready for tasting. Someone must have pointed it out to him.
mhill95149 wrote:I remember watching the first show of the first season of Kitchen Sessions and seeing Charlie stir a pot with a spoon, taste with the spoon and the continue to stir the pot with said spoon![]()
Kind of grossed me out....
In 'Down and Out in Paris and London' George Orwell wrote:In the kitchen the dirt was worse. It is not a figure of speech, it is a mere statement of fact to say that a French cook will spit in the soup-- that is, if he is not going to drink it himself. He is an artist, but his art is not cleanliness. To a certain extent he is even dirty because he is
an artist, for food, to look smart, needs dirty treatment. When a steak, for instance, is brought up for the head cook's inspection, he does not handle it with a fork. He picks it up in his fingers and slaps it down, runs his thumb round the dish and licks it to taste the gravy, runs it round and licks again, then steps back and contemplates the piece of meat like an artist judging a picture, then presses it lovingly into place with his fat, pink fingers, every one of which he has licked a hundred times that morning. When he is satisfied, he takes a cloth and wipes his fingerprints from the dish, and hands it to the waiter. And the waiter, of course, dips HIS fingers into the gravy--his nasty, greasy fingers which he is for ever running through his brilliantined hair. Whenever one pays more than, say, ten francs for a dish of meat in Paris, one may be certain that it has been fingered in this manner. In very cheap restaurants it is different; there, the same trouble is not taken over the food, and it is just forked out of the pan and flung on to a plate, without handling. Roughly speaking, the more one pays for food, the more sweat and spittle one is obliged to eat with it.
pairs4life wrote:I hope that it catches on with other restaurants.




















BR wrote:And not only is the plating far more attractive
kl1191 wrote:BR wrote:And not only is the plating far more attractive
Seriously? Every one of the plates pictured looks equally slapdash...I'm actually somewhat amazed at the consistency of the imprecision, because it couldn't have been intentional. They evoke nothing so much as Moto's Roadkill. If a Michelin inspector received one of those plates at a ** in France, they'd be wiping sauce off their monocle.
BR wrote:kl1191 wrote:BR wrote:And not only is the plating far more attractive
Seriously? Every one of the plates pictured looks equally slapdash...I'm actually somewhat amazed at the consistency of the imprecision, because it couldn't have been intentional. They evoke nothing so much as Moto's Roadkill. If a Michelin inspector received one of those plates at a ** in France, they'd be wiping sauce off their monocle.
I suppose my judgment and taste is less skilled.
kl1191 wrote:Sorry, I didn't mean that to come off so ad hominem, but look at those plates...sauces just flung all over, pools of various melting/congealing components running everywhere. Yeesh. The upper left bowl of the bento is a train wreck. The edges on various others obviously weren't wiped down. I'm not at all saying that food need look pristine to be delicious, but I'd expect better at Trotter's price point. There's a fine line between artistic plating and sheer sloppiness.
GAF wrote:Aschie raises a very interesting issue (separate from her middle paragraph with which I take no issue, as there were bad dishes in 1987). The question is whether food styles progress or merely change. I tend toward the second view; Aschie the first. CT's vision was formed in the 1980s (It has changed, but not so much.) But it was important then and should it matter if CT continues with his vision? Has CT been "pickled" or have we? I love going to La Grenouille in New York (no Chicago equivalent) to get some of those 1960s classics, artfully served in a "slightly" snooty (never snotty) environment. It is not Alinea, but it is magic. People say that nostalgia is possible after a generation of 30 years. We may pine for Charlie in 2017, when perhaps he will be Professor T.
John Danza wrote:The comments about time capsule or stuck in the 90s are so silly.
John Danza wrote:The fact is that the French have set the world standard for cuisine for a very long time, and you don't see them changing with the trend-of-the-day.
GAF wrote:Aschie raises a very interesting issue (separate from her middle paragraph with which I take no issue, as there were bad dishes in 1987). The question is whether food styles progress or merely change. I tend toward the second view; Aschie the first. CT's vision was formed in the 1980s (It has changed, but not so much.) But it was important then and should it matter if CT continues with his vision? Has CT been "pickled" or have we? I love going to La Grenouille in New York (no Chicago equivalent) to get some of those 1960s classics, artfully served in a "slightly" snooty (never snotty) environment. It is not Alinea, but it is magic. People say that nostalgia is possible after a generation of 30 years. We may pine for Charlie in 2017, when perhaps he will be Professor T.
BR wrote:As for the food, aside from the fact that the dining scene has exploded in Chicago in the last 15 years or so, I wonder how easy it is for Trotter's to function at the highest level at this point in time? [. . . ] And whereas those wanting to push the boundaries of food had few places to look in the 80's and early 90's (just look at all of the top chefs who have worked at Trotter's), there are far more outstanding restaurants in Chicago these days, and even more where creativity seems to be pushed well beyond where Trotter's is today.
GAF wrote:The problem with this assessment, as I see it, is that Aschie assumes that she knows what Charlie's vision should be.