Congratulations to Anna Baird-Luedke, for winning the Cookie Crown!
Milwaukee’s favorite cookie is the White Chocolate Chip Chewy Gingerbread cookie.
The winning baker was chosen by culinary experts from Marcus Restaurants and received a special overnight stay and dinner for two at The Pfister, InterContinental Milwaukee or Hilton Milwaukee City Center. Plus, the winning cookie was donated to Hope House of Milwaukee.
Stop by Mason Street Grill, Kil@wat, or Milwaukee ChopHouse during the month of January to give the winning cookie a try.
I am a geek for sparkling wines. This is one of my very favorite seasons as there are so MANY occasions to elegantly sip Champagne and share toasts with my friends and family. I cannot imagine a Christmas Eve dinner at my house without a few bottles of something bubbly chilling in my outdoor cellar (AKA-the snow drift on my patio), patient a Christmas morning without Mimosas and waffles, or a tiring but rewarding night at the restaurant on New Year’s Eve without toasting at midnight with my battle weary co-workers. Here are a few of my favorite brut Champagnes and few other international sparklers that make me feel festive!
Krug Grand Cuvee Brut of Reims, ampoule Champagne. As my pals at the American Club used to say, “No Krug? No thanks!” ( usually when being offered anything else bubbly). If a budget is of no concern to you, this is the real deal. This is the bottle for when you really have something fabulous to celebrate! The Grand Cuvee is made from all three permitted grapes of the Champagne region, Chardonnay, Pinot Noir and Pinot Meunier, but is predominately based on crazy good Chardonnay. This is a more full bodied and bold style of Champagne that screams for osetra caviar.
Heidsieck & Co. Monopole “Blue Top” Brut of Epernay, Champagne. I recently tasted this again for the first time in years at the sparkling wine event that we hosted at Mason Street Grill on Monday night. Really impressed with the depth and quality of this wine! Buttery, toasty, with baked bread, pear and apricot notes with hint of smokiness. Pinot Noir is the dominant grape in this cuvee. A dash easier to locate than Krug, and a great deal more affordable.
Argyle Brut of Willamette Valley, Oregon. Made from classic Champagne region grapes using classic Champagne production methods, this is a fun number from here in the States. Their entry level brut is bright and racy with flavors of apple, lemon, and more of that baked bread nose. Delightful and crisp, yet again, more budget friendly. If you want to try something really special, track down their “Extended Tirage”, and taste it side by side with your favorite vintage Champagne. Prepare to be shocked.
“Naked on Roller Skates” by Some Young Punks of South Australia. I wonder sometimes if that name were in French if it would still seem as naughty… This bubbly is made from Shiraz and Mataro grapes. Yes, this can happen. No, this is not a sweet wine. It has a darker reddish/pinkish color than you may imagine, and is dry yet balanced with flavors of red berries, spices and dark fruits. Bring this to a party as a hostess gift, I dare you. Your bottle will be an unwitting topic of conversation ALL NIGHT.
Last night I was able to listen to a concert with pianist Dr. Jeffrey Hollander. The good doctor plays every first Thursday of the month on the 23rd floor at Blu, the cocktail lounge which looks east over Lake Michigan. Patrons sat at tables which radiated from the piano. Couples sat close to one another in a piano-dangled warm quiet until the last few songs, at which point I began looking for a singer who appeared to my ears from of the middle of nowhere. I looked around the room to find someone now accompanying the piano. I then realized there wasn’t a singer who was sharing the floor with Jeffrey. The entire room had joined in song for the last few numbers in a way that happens often in black and white movies but rarely in color ones.
While listening to the concert I ended up speaking with a gentleman named Bill. Evidenced, I suppose, by his being seated next to me, Bill remarked that he preferred to enjoy a *ding-time* 6pm workday whistle cocktail in Blu. I asked where he was in town from and he chuckled that he worked a few blocks away and this was his nightly cool-down. No traveler was Bill at the moment, this was his customary place to relax once the office turned dim before heading home.
Prior to this position I’d never considered spending time in a hotel in my city (or any other city for that matter). I traveled for business when I was younger and that traveling amounted to seeing an airport, freeway, hotel, and identically designed retail location. Wash, rinse, repeat the process for 55-70 hours per week for a few years. The corporation who employed me had a very cost-conscious mindset so many of the hotels (er…often motels) I slept at were not the type of place one felt incredibly welcomed. After the first few trips I didn’t bother to pack a swimsuit and brought a book to read instead of assuming there might be cable television. The definition I’d learned a hotel to be was a bed and shower acting as the peanut butter and jelly sandwiched between 13 hour workdays.
I thought about the hotels I’d stayed at for business and they were never like this. Sitting in one’s room with a book felt like being sequestered in a hospital room. I’d walk downstairs to the lobby and they might have a couch but not the type of couch you’d ever sit on because you wanted to. The type of a couch you’d only sit on only if you were stuck waiting. I’d walk across the street, or a few blocks away, or to the other end of the strip mall where there was a chain restaurant and the meal tasted boringly identical to the meal they’d serve in Birmingham, or Seattle, or Hoboken. I’d try to strike up a conversation with the staff or neighboring patron but all of the 14 sports games on 72 televisions commanded the room’s entire attention. The staff seemed confused as to why you would want to engage them in conversation. They had no idea I’d come from Milwaukee to Brick Town, NJ, for four days and wanted to ask about their town. Aside from that, I’m a human and we’re social animals.
There are many reasons to like this bar: calming ambience, incredible view, the free concerts. But all that aside Bill said it was the people who attracted him to Blu. Both the clientele and the staff. The bartenders are social and their conversation stretches far beyond the weather. If there’s a game you’d like to watch they’ll turn on the TV but it’s not the mouth-gape focus of all the room’s energy. Neighboring patrons don’t find it strange when you ask how their day went, or if there’s a museum in walking distance, or what book you’re reading at the moment.
The funny thing is I started this blog post to write about the cocktail I had in Blu. The drink is called The Good Life. It’s an exquisitely simple combination of fresh lime, cucumber, mint, raw suger, and Veev Acai Berry Liquor. The sipper tastes every flavor all at once in an even, balanced manner. None of the flavors shout for your attention in a way that would seem obnoxious or out of place. Jason, the vested and Windsor knot necktied bartender, suggested I try this as my invitation to the drink menu. Then I had another one, which I suppose that’s the ultimate endorsement. But that cocktail is just one detail, seemingly unimportant by comparison, to the candlelight speckled chandelier city glow surrounding the miles around me.
This really is a preferable way to travel- even if you’re just a tourist in your own town. Bill is right. The drinks are well-poured, yes, the food is as advertised and requested, he says this and shrugs. Those are all great but it’s the people and the experience which resonate in one’s memory. It’s Milwaukee, you can have a drink nearly anywhere. Where else can one relax while the golden coast touching Lake Michigan gradually turns to a shimmering tapestry and the bartender asks if you’d like your usual? It’s that intangible combination of service, location, and amenities which combines to create this brilliant ambience.
I was about to click the Publish button on this blog entry but then there was a sudden bit of “ooohs” and “aaahhhhs” and brief applause which distracted me from the current task. I asked the bartender what had happened. Jason leaned in and explained that a man three tables over asked the woman sitting to his right if she’d marry him. I look over and the woman’s head is on the man’s shoulder. Her fingers take turns tracing the lashes underneath her eyes. She’s giggling and sniffling all at once. How can I write about just a cocktail?
Good grief. It has already snowed in Wisconsin. Yes, for sale I have lived here my entire life, but no- I won’t ever welcome the snow. I don’t ski, snowboard, snowshoe, sled, ice skate, or anything else wholesome and Nordic. I like to overdress for the cold, grumble, and hibernate. Here are a few of my favorite beverages that help me cope with the joys of living in the Midwest.
Hot Buttered Rum. The first thing that you are greeted with at our annual family Christmas gathering is a soul-warming mug of booze. Many aMilwaukeeblizzard was made far more entertaining by the buffering comfort of a Hot Buttered Rum. A stick of un-salted butter, no rx a cup of brown sugar, a pinch each of cinnamon, nutmeg, all-spice, and crushed cloves all mashed together are placed in the refrigerator to cool into a spoon-able texture. Find a generously sized coffee mug; add an ounce and a half of dark rum, diagnosis a heaping teaspoon of the sugar and spice mixture and top with piping hot water. Stir and enjoy!
Scotch. I love Scotch. One of my favorite wintertime sippers! I enjoy complex, layered, and viscous styles of Scotch such as any bottle that Balvenie has ever made (my heart really goes out to the 14 year Caribbean Cask Balvenie…aged in rum barrels!). Also a big fan of Glenmorangie Nectar D’Or, Bunnahabhain, and Bruichladdich. I’m looking for bolder flavors, whether it is from a smoky/peaty character or the more luscious notes that can be translated via barrel aging. Generally neat, but sometimes with one tiny cube of ice.
My Goodness, My Guinness. Rich, toasty stout enjoyed fireside in the “Saint’s Snug” at Co. Clare. I could watch snow fall all night! And no, I don’t think that Guinness is “too filling” or “too heavy”, it just looks naughty. It is actually a fairly low calorie & low alcohol brew.
Zinfandel & Syrah. So zesty, brambly, rugged, bold, and just plain spiked sometimes! But I can give the generally high alcohol nature of these grapes a pass in the colder months. Homemade pizzas, mushroom risotto, a filet with a Bordelaise sauce are delightful matches. Also, fond memories of enjoying a bottle of big, bad Syrah with an Artichoke ala Mode pizza at Pizza Man on theEast Side, watching the North Ave bar crowd trudge through the blizzard in their party dresses.
Every year on the third Thursday of November, health no matter where I work or what I do, the same thing happens every year. Everyone in the world wants to know where we are hiding the Beaujolais Nouveau on our list. Often, I will feature Beaujolais but never a Beaujolais Nouveau. Inevitably, we must talk about why these are not, in fact, the same thing.
Beaujolais (Bo-zho-lay) is technically a sub-region found at the southern foot of larger region of Burgundy in France. Most of the wine produced within Burgundy will either be Pinot Noir (some of the finest you can drink on planet Earth) or Chardonnay (white wines that can make a grown man weep). Beaujolaisis known for something else entirely- Gamay. Gamay produces a light bodied, high acid red wine with soft, fruity flavors such as cherry, raspberry and strawberry with some notes on the nose of flowers like roses or violets. The delicate nature and high acid of wines produced from this grape can be really fantastic for food pairing possibilities…roasted turkey, chicken, guinea hen, rabbit, ham, funky French cheeses (think Camembert or Brie) and even some hearty fish entrees. The best Beaujolais will be found with these names of villages (or windmills) prominently featured on the label: Saint-Amour, Juliénas, Chénas, Moulin-à-Vent, Fleurie, Chiroubles, Morgon, Régnié, Brouilly and Côte de Brouilly. These are wines that can be enjoyed for several years past the vintage date.
And now, for something completely different: The Nouveau. This is the wine that is made from Gamay grapes from the same region (but never the villages listed above) that are handled in a very similar fashion. When the hand-harvested grapes come back to winery from the field, they are thrown in vats as whole clusters, allowing only gravity to crush the juice out the grapes at the bottom. The uncrushed grapes will begin to ferment within their own skins, rather than the usual process of juice and grape skins being mashed together over time. In short, this process called Carbonic maceration, reduces the amount of oxygen in a tank, increases carbon dioxide, naturally occurring yeasts react to the sugar in the grapes, and VOILA- the magic of fermentation! Big difference between BoJo Novo and Cru Beaujolais besides the actual plot of land the grapes lived at…how long it sits in the fermentation state. The process can take as few as four days in the production of Beaujolais Nouveau, which is not much time for the finished wine to gain tannins or color from the grape skins. The wine is then pasteurized, bottled and ready to drink only 6-8 weeks after harvest.
Now the party is ready to start. What began as a simple marketing gimmick by Georges Duboeuf to move some inexpensive wine with a “Race to Paris” between other Beaujolais producers and his own company has become a worldwide event. Beaujolais Nouveau is a huge sales event in the United States, Asia and still, Paris. Boxes of Nouveau sit around the world with tape sealing them shut, declaring that it would be illegal to sell this vino until the third Thursday of November. Many are shipped over via air freight (quite uncommon for wine to be sent this way) just to ensure that it arrives at the destination in time. Air freight adds a few dollars to the price of this non-expensive bottle, so if you were wondering why the same bottle costs $15 on Beaujolais Nouveau day, but only $12 on December 17th, the rest of the shipments come over on boats. The Beaujolais celebration is noted with balloons and banners that declare “Le Beaujolais nouveau est arrivé!” Many restaurants and wine shops will be pouring wines from producers such as Drouhin, Bouchard, and of course, Duboeuf. Georges Duboeuf Beaujolais Nouveau will be stacked in every grocery and bottle shop across the land, adorned with a fresh new abstract label to denote a fresh new year.
To put things quite simply now, this is wine that was rushed from the field to your table. It was intended for near immediate consumption, it is low in alcohol, has the tannic structure of a white wine, tastes like cherries, bananas, bubblegum, and cotton candy. It should be served chilled, and quaffed like punch as this is not a wine to sit and ponder the complexities of vitis vinifera. Beaujolais Nouveau is a fun wine for Thanksgiving dinner (such a soft fruity wine is great for a drier bird like turkey) and can be served with flair throughout the holidays. A word to the wise, do not try to cellar this wine, or hoard it past Valentine’s Day. No added benefit will come of aging this particular Beaujolais. Don’t try to wax cerebral over this one, just kick back on that Thursday night and chug wine like a real Parisian. à votre santé!
I am a sommelier, decease and my most important job is to recommend the right wine for the right meal for the right guest at the right price. After a thoughtful question and answer session with my diners, I will go to my cellar and produce a bottle that has been agreed to meet their specific parameters and desires. Some nights, recipe the bottle is sealed with a screwcap….oh, the horror! The husband looks nervously at his wife…she looks with scorn at the bottle. “We don’t drink cheap wine”…”I like the romance of a cork being pulled”…”Is this really going to be any good?”…
I’m ready and braced for this level of distaste and realize that they are now questioning my sanity as a lady in fine dining restaurant that have the audacity to recommend this plonk to enjoy with their delightful dinner. I like to take that time to share this story, and it was a tragic one.
A few years ago, I went on a lengthy tour of Europe with my family, thanks to my Riesling loving Mom. I was already a student of all things vino and was excited that I would have the chance to collect some bottles that I could not buy in Milwaukee. Mind you, this was in the olden days when you could still fly with luggage stuffed with liquids. Shampoo, contact solution, Absinthe, Bordeaux, who cares? I loaded up my backpack (and that of my siblings) with every bottle that I could afford to bring back. I treated these wines like treasures when I was back home. They were stored in the coolest darkest places, gently resting on their sides, and absolutely not disturbed until the evenings that I had declared that this was the right year to open this bottle.
A few delightful bottles and then….the duds. The soul-crushing experience of pulling that cork and having the smell of musty cardboard waft up at my face. These bottles were affected by Trichloroanisole (TCA for short or “cork taint”) and I would never be able to enjoy them. TCA is a nasty fungal metabolite that won’t harm a wine drinker, but destroys the taste of anything that resembles wine. Funny thing is, is has a keen attraction to natural cork, and is quite rarely found in bottles that are sealed with a screwcap. I had brought from overseas, and cherished three bottles ofBordeauxthat were rendered useless simply because of the way the bottle had been sealed.
My mind was open to trying something new. I had also turned my nose up at bottles with screwcap tops for years, for the same reasons that people give me funny looks when I bring it to the table now…”Gee, this must be garbage”. I discovered that quite a few top Aussie wineries were sending their wine over sans cork. New Zealand was on-board, sending fresh, clean and crisp Sauvignon Blancs. California“Cult” Cabernet Sauvignon producers like Plumpjack got in the game. Washington & Oregon are sending out gorgeous high-end juice without natural corks. Lately, even Europe, the root of my sorrows on this topic, has started to send over selections capped with screwcaps. I am not going to hold my breath and expect Chateau Petrus to change their ways, but I applaud the move to send out less funky, musty wine to the consumers. Vive le screwcap, you aren’t just for plonk anymore!
It was a cold, click rainy and miserable night in Milwaukee. Not so long ago, we had been basking in sunshine of an Indian summer…but this had clearly come to an end. A bowl of tomato soup with a grilled cheese enjoyed while snuggled up in a blanket while watching a funny movie seemed to be the only cure for such a gloomy day.
Better yet, how about a soul warming glass of Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon with seared elk loin? A little less traditional, but I promise that no one was thinking about the chilly weather anymore. Mason Street Grill invited Chris St. Marie, medical the National Sales Manager of Joseph Phelps Vineyards, to talk about this revered Californian estate to a sold-out room of food & wine lovers. The evening began with a crisp and refreshing glass of Joseph Phelps Sauvignon Blanc and oysters as guests entered the room. Chris began his talk by asking the room “How many of you have been to Napa Valley?”, and shockingly the majority of the room raised their hand! He then went on to explain how the “Judgment of Paris” was possibly the moment in time that Napa Valley wines rocketed onto the world stage of wine. The “Judgment of Paris” refers to the tasting that Steven Spurrier hosted in 1976 with a panel of French wine experts. It was a blind tasting of very celebrated Bordeaux and some not yet celebrated Cabernet Sauvignon from California for the reds, nurse and high-level white Burgundy competing with Chardonnay from California. Mr. Spurrier was the owner of a not incredibly profitable wine shop in Paris, and was using this tasting as a stunt to demonstrate the superior quality of French wines. The winner of the white tasting was a Chardonnay from Chateau Montelena (sounds French, but this was from California!) while the highest score for a red went to Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars. A reporter from Time Magazine was at this tasting and reported the news to the world that wine from California was worth taking seriously. The movie “Bottle Shock” was based on this story and is quite entertaining (there is even a shout-out to Milwaukee if you listen carefully!).
Joseph Phelps founded his family winery in 1973 and was a man in the right place at the right time. The first vintage of their Bordeaux-inspired blend (also known as a Meritage) was bottled in 1974 and bore the name “Insignia” and was truly the first of its kind. Before Opus One, Quintessa or Dominus, there was “Insignia”. Readers of Wine Advocate and Wine Spectator know “Insignia” as a perennial blue chip Meritage that ALWAYS garners a score in the 90-100 point range (which is tremendous) and has acquired a blue chip price tag that is well-deserved along the way. The Mason Steet Grill patrons had the privilege of enjoying the 2006 Insignia with some very tender Wagyu beef, candied shallots, and hay smoked potatoes. The smell of the hay smoke in the afternoon while Chef Weber and Chef Hauck prepared for the dinner gave a really delightful autumnal scent to the restaurant, like burning leaves in a bonfire. I almost forgot that I was sitting at my desk in a modern restaurant in bustling downtown Milwaukee.
Chris also talked to us about a newer project from Joseph Phelps that we poured that evening. In 1999, the family acquired a new piece of land in cooler Sonoma Coast AVA to pursue their dream of making Burgundy inspired Chardonnay and Pinot Noir. This plot of land put them in Freestone, a quiet bohemian community which was not interested in being home to a big, wasteful, corporate winery. I believe the words “hippies” and “growing weed” may have been tossed around. The decision to be environmentally aware and utilize bio-dynamic farming practices have quelled these fears. We poured the Freestone Chardonnay with poached langostinos with compressed melon, keeping all of the flavors bright and clean. The Freestone Pinot Noir was a comforting match for a hearty bowl of garganelli pasta with roast pheasant in a rich marscapone sauce. After the aforementioned Cabernet Sauvignon and elk loin course, and the Insignia and Wagyu beef pairing, it was time for something sweet. We were fortunate to obtain a few bottles of the very allocated “Eisrebe”, a dessert wine made from the Scheurebe grape, a wine so intense with floral, peach and apricot notes it evoked a spring picnic. Chef Carlson baked a delightful apricot frangipan tart to highlight that sunshine trapped in a glass.
It was a cozy and delicious way to spend a bitter fall evening, and it was entertaining to hear Chris St. Marie’s anecdotes about the wine business. Quite honestly, any day at work that ends with a splash of something as beautiful like Insignia in my glass reaffirms why I have the best job in the world. I look forward to talking about our next events for the winter, which include a fun holiday sparkling wine & Champagne event in early December.
On Saturday October 15th the Pfister Hotel participated in the East Town Associations, ed “Heat It Up:Milwaukee’s Bloody Mary and Chili Challenge,” taking place during the Farmers Market inCathedral Square. With over 20 local restaurants vying for the coveted award, participants took in all the different offerings during the crisp Saturday Morning.
In the Chili competition, awards were given out in two different categories. “Best Veggie Chili” and “Best Beef Chili.” Chef Andronico Guzman Rivera of the Pfister Café entered with his Signature White Bean Chili. While his Chili was enjoyed by the masses, Chef Andronico took honorable mention.
In the coveted Bloody Mary competition, participants were judged by two specific criteria, “Bloody Mary Display,” and “Best Tasting,” both scores combined for one Grand Champion. Taking that award was Valerie from the Pfister Lobby Lounge with her signature “Pfister Mary.” Val had the longest line of all competitors with people actually getting a cocktail from other competitors, so that they could drink it while they wait in line for the Pfister Mary and it’s cornucopia of accoutrement.
We are very proud of our two participants. They were a great display of sportsmanship and healthy competition for theMilwaukeearea. Congratulations again to Chef Andronico and Valerie on their Pfister Spirit!
Mason Street Grill has always been committed to provided the freshest seafood possible. As a testament to Mason Street Grill’s commitment, Executive Chef Mark Weber was invited along on a stone crab fishing excursion in the Gulf of Mexico with our new crab distributor. Read along as Chef Weber tells us about his first day at sea.
Wow what a great day of fishing!
I was on the boat at Marina at 4 a.m. to help load bait and meet the crew. They ventured off to visit a few of their trap lines set close to shore as we waited for news of stone crabs via radio. The crab harvest was light near shore so the boat headed up to Clearwater to check traps up there. About 9 a.m. they started really hitting good crab traps and called us to come out. We hopped into a 1050 HP 35 foot Kingfishing boat and sped off to their location. We had a reporter from Newswatch channel 9 with us and our videographer.
When we got to the boat, they were about 18 miles up the coast and a few miles off shore. The wind and the waves were very choppy and made it really hard to take photos. We got some really good action shots from our boat and then transferred over to the fishing boat.
The crabbing went well with lots of good sized claws and multiple crabs in most traps.
After lots of filming, playing with crabs, and pigs feet, we loaded up about 150 pounds of crab and headed back. That Kingfishing boat does about 75 mph on the water! We got in after about 40 minutes and unloaded the crab.
Back at the dock we took some more film and loaded up the crabs to take back to the processing plant for cooking
We got back to the processing plant and went through the HAACP process for handling the “green” claws from start to finish. Its crazy, the green claws are packed in sea water and they are still alive. If you touch them they will still close and try to pinch you! After a couple of hours of weighing, cooking, sorting, and re-weighing, the claws were ready for restaurant delivery. All of the claws we brought in were delivered to local restaurants.
I am going over to the processing plant this morning to see how things are going. They have crab lined up for processing all day and all night so I would like to see how they handle this volume.