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*Cafe
Azul*
Since moving from McMinnville, Claire and Shawna Archibald have have
been going full bore in their Pearl District quarters, the faithful
flocking night after night to this emporium of authentic Mexican fare.
If you've not yet eaten here, you'll be astonished at the range of possibilities
in this underrated cuisine. Incorporating many ingredients garnered
from shopping expeditions to Oaxaca, where the sisters used to live,
and occasionally diverting from traditional dishes with innovations
that nevertheless take Mexican tastes into consideration, Claire's cooking
seldom disappoints. The concern for flavor and texture emerges in sauces
that simmer for hours, completely intregrating as many as 28 ingredients.
Tacos are unlike any you've tasted, the best featuring handmade corn
tortillas wrapped around pork roasted in banana leaves with Seville
orange and achiote. A standout is the tlycoyos, two masa dough
snacks filled with crispy pork and doused with a green chili sauce and
crumbled white cheese. The moles are stunning--amalgams of nuts,
seeds, dried chilies, tomatillos, bread, fruit and sometimes chocolate.
Don't pass on the pork loin casserole featuring pasilla chilies. Even
desserts star at Azul. Try the red banana ice cream, prune tequila ice
cream or lemon flan with espresso. (RJP)
112 NW 9th Ave., 525-4422. Dinner Tuesday-Saturday. Moderate-Expensive.
Cafe
des Amis
Chef Dennis Baker's sedate little bistro has long been a
giant among Portland restaurants. Where others frenetically update and
innovate, Cafe des Amis quietly offers a bill of fare that remains reliably
recognizable through the years. The resilience of the menu has allowed
a number of items to become legends: the earthy smoked-mushroom ravioli,
Dungeness crab cakes with an arresting chipotle aioli, and a filet of
beef with a port garlic sauce that's flat-out the best piece of meat
in town. In fact, that's the only frustration here; so good are certain
dishes that you can't help but order them, even though it means missing
out on sampling the rest. Should you make a foray into the unknown,
you won't be disappointed. The tender duck with blackberry sauce is
outstanding, as is the classic pan-roasted chicken with forty cloves
of garlic. Desserts are likewise excellent; the crème brûlée
has no peers. The typically quiet atmosphere is a sign of the calm that
Cafe des Amis inspires. It's a place to linger in, and to keep coming
back to year after year. (JM)
1987 NW Kearney St., 295-6487. Dinner Monday-Saturday. Expensive.
Cafe
Sol
Cafe Sol makes an earnest attempt to serve good Spanish
food. The tapas are less interesting then those at Tapeo, and the main
dishes don't hold up to those at Fernando's Hideaway. Still, the restaurant
sometimes pulls it off. Especially delicious are the meaty stews, several
influenced by the Moorish traditions of southern Spain. Tenderloin of
beef stewed with pears is stunningly good, much like a Moroccan tagine,
and pork tenderloin in pomegranate sauce is another Tangiers-inflected
dish. But in the paellas, always a true test of Iberian cooking, the
rice is mushy, the broth is less than pungent, and flavors never meld
perfectly. The tapas are a mixed collection: Scallops with Serrano ham
are golden and pungent, and ham-filled mushroom caps ooze with salty
juices. But a salad of cold squid, garlic and capers never rises above
the fairly mundane. One nice touch is a fiery aioli-like paste of tomatoes,
garlic and olive oil that comes with the bread. It's a fine excitement
that keeps hunger at bay while you await the tapas, and you'll need
it because service can be pokey. On weekends a flamenco group enhances
the scene, and Sunday afternoon tangos may put you even deeper in the
mood. (RJP)
1135 SW Washington St., 243-2181. Dinner daily, lunch Monday-Saturday.
Moderate.
Caffe
Mingo
Simplicity rules at Caffe Mingo. There are Italian
restaurants in town with longer menus, bigger kitchens, more capital
and loftier aspirations but none more honest and reliably satisfying.
Chef Glenn Miller turns out excellent pastas, masterful risotto and
beauteous roasted chicken and fish; the one-page menu rarely changes,
but it's never routine. Specials are definitely worth trying--a delicious,
improbably moist roast pork was a recent one--but you could be quite
happy with the most basic alternative, a mixed green salad and roast
chicken. Even just bruschette with wine from the well-chosen, Italian-dominated
list make a superb meal. Mingo isn't really about food in the way that
so many restaurants are; it's not meant to inspire plate-gazing or awed
admiration of culinary genius. Rather, it's an emphatically Italian
approach in which good food is just part of good living, and the conviviality
that prevails at this modest, bustling eatery night after night affirms
that in spades. (JM)
807 NW 21st Ave., 226-4646. Dinner Monday-Saturday. Moderate.
Caprial's
Bistro
With her own weekly cooking show on OPB (7 pm Saturdays)
and a new cookbook in the stores, Caprial Pence has made herself into
a cottage industry capped, in many ways, by her Westmoreland bistro.
For fans, it's a chance to taste what they've seen and read. Even though
she rarely cooks here, she develops the menu with chef Mark Dowers each
month. It's worth a visit for Caprial neophytes, too. Imaginative dishes
show a sure hand in the kitchen, arriving perfectly cooked and simply
presented without the architectural nonsense cluttering other $20 meals
around town. Wine lovers will appreciate the bistro's pioneering dual
identity as restaurant and wine shop. Bottles can be picked off the
wall at retail prices and enjoyed with dinner for only $3 more. As we
go to press, Caprial's is in the middle of expanding its tiny storefront
bistro into the space next door, and from the looks of things, it promises
an improved layout and mood. (MG)
7015 SE Milwaukie Ave., 236-6457. Dinner Wednesday-Saturday, Lunch
Tuesday-Saturday. Expensive.
Casablanca
Dress for lolling exotically when you dine at Casablanca.
A perfume of cardamom bread, rose water and North-African spice wafts
out when you open the nailhead-studded front door. The dining room in
back is like the inside of the bottle in I Dream of Jeannie;
tuffets and low divans covered in gold-shot fabric glitter under a gauze-tented
ceiling. Casablanca's Moroccan menu reaches to the Mediterranean for
olives, seafood and lemons, and then to the African souks for saffron,
cinnamon, apricots and lamb. Groups can order the prix fixe Royal
Feast, served family style with traditional Moroccan lentil soup, an
array of salads, and main dishes from the regular and specials menu
(which will include the outrageously succulent house lamb sausages if
you're lucky). The feast ends with dense mint tea and a diamond of flaky,
sticky baklava. The à la carte menu includes shish kabobs, savory
tangines and a sweet stew of lamb, prunes and apricots simmered with
honey and cinnamon. Another traditional offering is the pastilla, a
feathery phyllo tort that comes with shrimp, scallops, mushrooms and
scallions. Windowless and intimate without being stuffy, Casablanca
provides a great escape. (JTW)
2221 SE Hawthorne Blvd., 233-4400. Dinner daily. Moderate.
Caswell
The hysterical restaurant scene doesn't seem to have noticed
Caswell yet, and that's fine by me. Located on Southeast Grand Avenue,
it's the kind of laid-back gem you discover and pray no one else will.
In fact, I ought to be telling you that Caswell sucks. Take an appetizer
like the bruschetta, for instance, delicious, crunchy and woefully anointed
with your choice of chicken pâté, goat cheese or roasted
garlic toppings. You'd hate it. Then, whatever you do, don't move on
to a thin-to-crispy-crust pizza, even though it will also, unhappily,
be excellent, especially if it's the cajun pizza, with Black Forest
ham and a surprisingly subtle blend of peppers. The pastas will be likewise,
including the rich and hearty tarragon chicken--perfect for a fall night--or
the Italian sausage, zucchini and green-pepper pasta, which at least
sounds substandard in its wonderful "creamy tomato gravy." The
classy but thoroughly unpretentious atmosphere, the casual but smart
service and the best bar on the east side are certainly cause for lament,
but it will be the astonishingly reasonable tab which sends you over
the edge in a froth of rage. Don't say I didn't warn you. (MG)
533 SE Grand Ave., 232-6512. Lunch and dinner daily. Inexpensive-Moderate.
Celadon
The cuisines of Japan and Korea, politically uneasy bedfellows,
coexist with considerable harmony in this charming place. A handful
of stools at the bar, lamps that mimic hovering butterflies and a scattering
of shogi screens constitute the decor. The sushi is spanking fresh;
among the appetizers, rings of squid grilled in teriyaki sauce rate
highly. Most main dishes arrive with a collection of small Korean snacks,
including miniature pancakes of mung beans, kim chee and a sauteed beef
patty with scallions in egg batter. Don't miss grilled duck glazed with
honey sauce; it's one of the best versions in town. Beef dishes are
usually splendid, especially a slab of prime rib grilled with a sweet
wine and soy sauce. For those seeking less weighty fare, a tofu and
vegetable stew ought to hit the mark. The menu offers a number of hearty
dishes; this is not a restaurant that prizes exquisiteness or features
the minimalism of Zen culinary aesthetics. No trompe l'oeil birds
or fetishized carved pears here, only good, simple preparations of both
countries' classic dishes. (RJP)
1203 NW 23 Ave., 464-9222. Dinner daily, lunch Monday-Friday. Moderate.
Chameleon
Restaurant & Bar
Housed in a former fast-food fish-and-chips emporium, this
neighborhood restaurant offers an eclectic menu that transcends its
architectural heritage. The menu, like the shade-shifting lizard namesake,
morphs back and forth between culinary colors. What we've come to call
Northwest cuisine--regional, seasonal products in creative but mostly
continental preparations--shares the bill with dishes usually found
in Southeast Asian restaurants. This isn't fusion but authentic ethnic
food. The salad rolls, satay, spring rolls and coconut milk-curry-chicken-lemongrass
soup (called tum yum) come from Chef Pat Jeung's Thai background. Fragrant
with fresh rosemary and thyme, a rack of lamb drizzled with a merlot
sauce represents the domestic side. (JD)
2000 NE 40th Ave., 460-2682. Dinner Monday-Saturday. Moderate.
*Chez
Grill*
Chez Grill is a great place that's hard to pin down. It's
a full-service restaurant that does double duty as a popular bar (this
is technically a separate entity, Chez Lounge, but one flows seamlessly
into the other). It's got some of the casual, laid-back feeling of its
cousins, Chez Jose East and West, but it's also stylish à la
Northwest 23rd Avenue. And the cuisine is a hybrid, part Mexican and
part Santa Fe with a little bit of California thrown in for good measure.
You can sate a big appetite here with dinner--Sante Fe chicken off the
grill, perhaps, or a succulent New Zealand lamb shank braised with tomatoes
and chipotles--or you can snack late into the night. The fish tacos
are fresh and light, the southwestern Caesar zippy and satisfying, and
the supply of soft warm tortillas endless. Even if you're not hungry,
come in for the house margarita, one of the best in town. (JM)
2229 SE Hawthorne Blvd., 239-4002. Lunch and dinner daily. Moderate
Clay's
Smokehouse Grill
Housed in a former pizza joint on busy Southeast Division
Street, Clay's fills a niche in Portland's culinary landscape with grilled
fare for gourmets and gourmands alike. The menu is anchored by sandwiches,
but not the kind you'd encounter at a deli. The barbecued salmon is
nestled into a soft bun and topped with savory dill havarti, onions
and a spicy red tartar sauce. Thinly sliced apple and a zesty garlic
mayo mingle with barely melted bleu cheese atop a honey cured pork loin.
Accompanying these sandwiches are grilled home fries and onions like
you'd find in a Southern roadhouse, though these potatoes are bathed
in a white garlic sauce; a slaw sprinkled with vinegar vies for room
on the crowded plate. For those with an even more ravenous appetite,
Clay's keeps the barbecue rack crowded with chicken, spare ribs and
brisket, and it usually offers a blackened fish of the day (including
salmon, which arrives with a smokiness that's a welcome alternative
to the ubiquitous broiled version around town). If there's a flaw, it's
an occasional blandness that's puzzling given the cook's use of hickory
and mesquite. But Clay's is a mostly reliable Pacific Northwest newcomer
with a delectable Texas touch. (RM)
2932 SE Division St., 235-4755. Lunch and dinner Tuesday-Sunday,
brunch Sunday. Moderate.
Club
El Baile
The erstwhile location of the low-key Italian restaurant
Angelo and Rose's now looks like a bit of south Florida plunked down
beside Southwest Barbur Boulevard, with potted tropical plants and vinyl-upholstered
chairs in colors that would make Mondrian blush. The Cuban contingent
among the clientele hints at what's most authentic about Club El Baile
(Dance Club): really good food made by two chefs from Cuba. The menu
covers the bases like Luis Tiant; roast pork is a mainstay, and there's
also a moist and spicy chicken fricassee, meat stews and calamari in
ink. Sides include fried plantains, banana chips and yucca root. On
weekend nights a DJ spins salsa music and the floor fills up with dancers,
some of them amazingly good. Crank up the heat and park half a dozen
humidifiers around the room, and you'd feel as if you weren't in Portland
anymore. (JM)
11051 SW Barbur Blvd., 246-0023. Lunch and dinner Tuesday-Sunday.
Inexpensive-Moderate.
Colosso
Tapas are currently all the rage in Portland, and there are many bogus
renditions of these traditional Spanish small plates. For the real thing,
try Colosso. This casual, inexpensive restaurant serves an array of
exotic and wonderful dishes such as spicy prawns with Mediterranean
rice pilaf; tangy carrot cumin salad; mussels stuffed with rice and
red peppers; and a spectacular tapenade of lentils, spinach and caramelized
onions. The menu is divided mostly between seafood and vegetarian items,
with a nod to red meat in the form of an excellent top sirloin with
peppers in cider. Colosso's owners have transformed the space (formerly
Kitchen Venus) by painting the walls bright gold and the trim blood
red. It's not so much shocking as stimulating, but even if gold isn't
your color, not to worry. Once the food comes you'll focus on nothing
else. (CM)
1932 NE Broadway, 288-3333. Lunch and dinner daily, brunch Saturday
and Sunday. Inexpensive.
*Compass
Cafe*
One of the nicest neighborhood restaurants in town, Compass Cafe
combines a group of dishes that are unbudgeable fixtures (its signature
meat loaf, for example) with a monthly set of recipes from a new region
of the world. Chef Mike Siegel is an explorer of gastronomy whose culinary
curiosity knows no bounds; you can never guess what will show up in
the succeeding round (Africa and southern Italy have just had their
turns). The garden setting is among the most serene in Portland, so
make a beeline in warm weather. Several appetizers are hits: a paper-thin
carpaccio of tuna, a duck salad on crisp Asian noodles, and a bundle
of smoky salmon-filled wontons. The restaurant has an especially nice
way with fish. Sometimes the dishes are tasty but seem rather unseasonable,
such as a sweet potato pancake jammed with fruit, nuts and melted brie
served at the peak of summertime. Portions tend to immensity, largely
because numerous ingredients vie for attention on the plate, with near
baroque extravagance. Hence swordfish comes with sauteed greens, black-bean
hash and sweet potatoes. But you have to hand it to Compass--it's
a restaurant with absolutely no culinary inhibitions, an entirely likable,
unpretentious spot, even if it's occasionally over-the-top. (RJP)
4741 SE Hawthorne Blvd., 231-4840. Dinner Tuesday-Saturday, brunch
Saturday and Sunday. Moderate-Expensive.
Couvron
This diminutive place--two small rooms in a low building
you might pass on a regular basis without noticing--is phenomenal. Even
the menu makes for a pleasant night's reading; consider, for example,
"Cervena venison loin wrapped in apple wood smoked bacon served with
a 'risotto' of barley, crispy duck confit, organic carrot brunoises
and a stew of Cipolline onions and a port wine sauce." The careful enumeration
of ingredients is just one way that Chef Anthony Demes takes great pains
to bring food to your attention. Another is the wild architecture of
the dishes, a style of presentation that elsewhere tends to smack of
adherence to an obnoxious trend but here is just another sign of rampant
creativity. First and foremost, however, Couvron appeals to the palate.
Demes does an especially beautiful and careful job with deeply flavored
items such as duck and lamb; the aforementioned venison is insanely
delicious. Appetizers and desserts are equally exquisite. Dinner here
amply repays the attention you give it; you'd do well to make a long
evening of it. It comes at a price, of course, but there's no better
anesthetic for a radical cash-ectomy on your wallet. (JM)
1126 SW 18th Ave., 244-9296. Dinner Tuesday-Saturday. Very expensive.
Czaba's
Unless you're a barbecue aficionado or you live in the vicinity
of the University of Portland, you may not have had the pleasure of
dining at Czaba's. This St. John's-area barbecue joint is decorated
in early American funky and unabashedly pumps out the rocking, soulful
sounds of Tina Turner and the like. The ribs, pork or beef, are divine,
as are the chicken thighs and the barbecued turkey sandwich (the best
thing to happen to turkey since cranberry sauce). There's also fine-tasting
catfish and tangy skewered shrimp. The portions are huge and many come
with delicious sides, like the incredible corn succotash, sesame cabbage
salad (so way beyond slaw) and black-eyed peas with dirty rice. The
days of the week have a special significance at Czaba's: Tuesday is
"Buck-A-Bone" day; on Wednesday it's free orders of garlic toast; and
on Saturday there's an all-you-can-eat rib special. (FF)
5907 N Lombard St., 240-0615. Dinner Monday-Saturday, lunch Monday-Friday.
Inexpensive-Moderate.
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Willamette Week | originally
published October 14,
1998
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