Loaded with Focaccia Bread!
If I haven’t mentioned it before. I’m Italian. Genovese. Might explain my love of food. Certainly explains my passion for, and obsession with, the rituals that surround dining. Food is to be shared with those we love.
|Croquettes of Crab|
Now to the experiences of the evening and the food. We arrived first at The Drama Teacher’s home, joined there by a good friend of hers who was celebrating a birthday. We’ll title her the Birthday Girl. The lovely and charming Birthday Girl brought us to a party of four. We gathered in the kitchen for champagne and a Happy Birthday toast. Is it even possible for an evening to go wrong when it begins with strawberries and Perrier Jouet? I don’t think so.
By the time we got to the restaurant, we were feeling festive, so with the effects of the champagne still ablush on our cheeks, we proceeded to order a spectacular bottle of red wine. It was a special occasion, after all. The Drama Teacher knows her grapes. Once we had poured our glasses full, we toasted again and began to sample the cuisine of the Mediterranean as interpreted by the Chef at Café Gibraltar.
First up, a Croquette de Crabe. Our little group had decided to share everything, which is my favorite way to consume food. So when it arrived, there was a flurry of forks. I love sampling. If I could, I would decree the universe to be all tapas all the time. But I digress.
What the Chef has titled a Crab Croquette at Gibraltar is a splendid puff-pastry concoction filled with Dungeness crab and fried in rice oil which made the airy crust even airier. As fried dishes go, this one was in competition with say, cotton candy and clouds. The moist pink crabmeat inside the croquette still held a bit of chill against the heat of the hot outer shell, making for this lovely little surprise taste sensation as the cold and heat hit each other in the mouth and the flavors mingled. It was flavored magnificently with a subtle touch of green onions and just enough garlic to pop on the tastebuds without being overbearing. The puffs lay atop a savory basil pesto, flecked with tomato and lemon saffron. There were three of the lovely puffs, each with a temptingly golden outer crust and an interior literally bursting with juicy flavor. So, so, so, good. Of the three appetizers we shared, this was pretty much the overall favorite.
|Gnocchi ~ Delectable… look at those mushrooms!|
While feasting on the above dishes, we also shared a Mezza Platter, which is essentially a sampler of five varieties of spreads and dips from all over the Mediterranean. It includes something called Tzatziki – a delightfully tasty combination of yogurt, cucumber, garlic and lime that was great on their bread.
And here I should take a moment to digress and wax prolific about their bread. As you can see from the photo, they have a lovely brick oven, in which these round and robust loaves of manna are roasted until they are sheer perfection. It emerges from the ovens a lovely focaccia, dimpled and oiled as only this Italian native bread can be. They slice it up and serve it hot. With absolutely everything.
So, back to the Mezza Platter. Tyrosalat is a creamy mash of Feta cheese, sprinkled with chillies, and scrambled with milk and mayonnaise; Hummis will be familiar to most as the soft, flavorful crush of chickpeas and sesame, which is lovely spread over bread; Tomato Jam was a lovely compote, the consistency of heavy blackberry jam, and made from fresh tomatoes, garlic and olives. The Tomato Jam was among my favorites of this platter. It was savory and well seasoned and quite memorable. There was a mixture called Nezukton that I do not think I tasked, and a along with the dips a delicious ensaladilla de piquillos (salad of chopped peppers), roasted garlic cloves and house marinated olives. All of this went very well with the steamy focaccia as it arrived — loaf by glorious loaf — fresh from the wood-burning ovens.
|Pot-au-Feu de Poisson|
Our mains arrived promptly upon our demolishing our appis. I had the Gnocchi de Patata al Tartufo which was a bowl of delicious house made potato and truffle dumplings baked with artichoke hearts, wild mushrooms and baby roma tomatoes. It arrived in a ceramic hat of a serving dish, piping hot, the liquid surrounding the potato dumplings almost boiling. The dumplings themselves were a perfect consistency, a bit of a bite, but soft enough to mingle and absorb the broth and all its flavors.
The BH enjoyed the Pot-au-Feu de Poisson. It was a nice dish of fresh local dungeness crab meat, scallops and shrimp, with a beautiful slab of perfectly cooked seasonal white fish atop it. The whole dish was covered in a creamy sauce of tomato, saffron, white wine and herbs, which was swimming with calamari and mussels. The broth was delicious, and even the rouille topped crouton was perfect.
The Drama Teacher had the fish special, her fish was fried, the breading light and fluffy containing within an amazingly tender poached whitefish. The Birthday Girl had the Petrale Sole Meunier which was a gorgeous piece of fresh local sole, pan roasted with sage butter, and served atop a pearl pasta vegetable melange and drizzled with lemon & olive oil. The creamy sauce on top, and the garbanzos and artichoke hearts beneath it were the perfect marriage of classic Mediterranean flavors. It was spot on. So much white fish and not one dish was repetitive. Not one fell flat.
The desserts all looked so good we tried several. The Better Half thought the Flourless Chocolate Torte looked good, so he’d ordered that, and I can’t resist anything with coconut or cream these days, so I ordered a Banana Coconut Creme Pie. Serendipitously, the Birthday Girl ordered a Lavender Creme Brulee, which was the other dessert that had captured my attention. It arrived with a lovely thoughtful candle blazing on top of it.
|Banana Coconut Creme Pastry
The Chocolate Torte was a thick, rich flourless chocolate torte, decadently served on a bed of raspberry coulis. The Coconut confection was a housemade flaky pastry shell filled with caramelized bananas, coconut pastry cream, fresh whipping cream and shaved chocolate. My idea of heaven. BG loved her Brulee, and even let me have a bite or two. I love the milky sweet treasure that one reaches by breaking that hard crust of the outer shell. There is something viscerally satisfying about smashing one’s way into the delicate belly of a good Brulee, and this one was a smooth, creamy custard infused with essence of lavender.
It was indeed the local treasure that was promised, the food as varied and pleasant as any natural delight served up by the Mediterranée itself. I wholeheartedly suggest that any and all who are fond of Italy, or of the rich hearty flavors of that part of the world, make time to find your way to the Café Gibraltar. As always, Bon Appetit!
425 Ave. ALHAMBRA
EL GRANADA, CA
Noise: fairly boisterous, maybe two (and up to three) bells, but mostly we could hear each other speak okay.