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D.O.M. – Sao Paulo

20 Oct

Three months have passed since I dined at Alex Atala’s restaurants. Three months. And I still get that fuzzy feeling when I think about my experience that day.

I was in Sao Paulo for five days to discover the best cuisine that the city has to offer and for such a short space of time, I took away memories that will last a lifetime. The hosts certainly knew what they were doing – leaving the best
experiences until last so that we left the city itching to go back.

Our second to last day was what has gone down in (my) history as Alex Atala
day. We rocked up at Dalva e Dito at lunchtime to be greeted by a fresh-faced
Alex Atala who welcomed us to his neighbourhood restaurant.

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I stepped inside and my eyes were drawn to a number of design
features. The brightly coloured rustic Portuguese tiles that covered the floor
looked almost too pretty to stand on and the blue and white tiles that adorned
the back wall of the restaurant glistened as the rustic chandelier shone out
and lit up the room. I peeked into the open plan kitchen to my right as we
were shown to our table and found it hard to believe that the calmness that I
witnessed would last during service. But it did. And that’s just one of the things
that makes Alex Atala’s restaurants so special.

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Lunch started off with a star fruit Caipirinha. Our hosts wisely ordered a couple
of portions of the h’orderves, which included house bread, Aviacao butter, half a bulb of roast garlic and three types of hot chilli peppers in oil that caught one of our group off guard. I ordered the lamb loin with crispy potatoes and chimi chirri for main.

Alex Atala doesn’t just strive to perfect every dish that is served at his
restaurants. Presentation is also key. And his little touches certainly count. From
the little butter tin to the petite pottery dishes that housed the chillies, dining at
Alex Atala’s restaurants is a visual feast, as well as a tasty one. And I don’t just
mean tasty, I mean out of this world tasty. I saw similarities between Dalva
e Dito and Corner Room by Nuno Mendes in Town Hall Hotel in London. Pink
and tender lamb loin packed full of flavour was quick to melt on the tongue
and crispy potatoes seasoned perfectly were a revelation. It reminded me of
an iberico pork dish I once devoured and got emotional about at Corner Room.
Both chefs take a piece of meat and work their magic, producing something
sensationally tasty. Yes, that’s what it is, sensational.

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Fast forward a few hours and I am sitting in the back of a mini van on the way
from the hotel to Alex Atala’s prize restaurant, D.O.M. It is our last night in Sao
Paulo and I sense sadness in the air. Could it really be over so soon? But while
the sadness was starting to kick in, so was the excitement at dining at what has
just been voted the third best restaurant in the world in the World’s 50 Best list.

We arrived and were walked through the restaurant to the chefs table where
a large glass table sat on top of an old tree trunk. Alex greeted us again and
apologised that he would not be cooking for us as he was ill with the flu. Gone
was the bright face that we witnessed earlier in the day, instead replaced with
glazed eyes looking sadly at a scrunched up tissue in his hand. I wanted to tell him to go home and to rest, but despite the glaze, I saw determination in those eyes to show us the best of his restaurant. Had all three of us pushed him out of the door, he would have walked straight back in again.

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We opted for the fourteen course tasting menu with matching wines, which
kicked off with one of the prettiest dishes I had ever laid eyes upon – green
tomato gel with edible flours and herbs. This dish didn’t only look too
good to devour but was also a delight for the taste buds, each mouthful holding a
new surprise in store. The Oyster pane with taipoca marinee also impressed with
a clever mix of fish roe and tapioca balls sat on top of an oyster. As our coconut apple with seaweed, mushroom and camaru dressing arrived at the table, Alex emerged from the kitchen holding a brown coconut. Inside sat a foamy white ball, which Alex picked out and explained that the ‘coconut apple, as he calls it, is what forms when the coconut starts to sprout. Most discard the foamy white coconut interior but Alex relishes it. On our plate sat two cubes of coconut apple with two seaweed variants and thinly sliced mushrooms. The dish worked so well, partly for the flavour combinations but also because of the excellent combination of textures with the crunchy slimy seaweed and dry crunchy coconut apple.

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As the fifth dish approached the table, my heart sank. Sat on a cube of pineapple were two large dead Amazonian ants. Alex explained that the ants were raw with absolutely no seasoning. They had simply been frozen. He gave us all a knowing smile and steadily walked back to the kitchen. I stared down at my plate and looked around the table. I seemed to be the only one that was scared. Very scared. I looked to my left and Oliver was already stuffing the whole cube into his mouth – I looked to my right and David and Paul had already eaten their cube, ants and all. I looked towards the kitchen and saw Alex staring at my plate, waiting for me to place the morsel into my mouth. I knew I had to do it so I sliced it and placed a half in my mouth. I chewed hurriedly, slightly wincing and felt the crunch of the ants on my teeth. The first few bites were hell – I couldn’t help but picture a thin ants leg getting stuck in my teeth and I couldn’t quite grasp the fact that the ants were completely RAW. But then it hit me – an intense citrus flavour that filled my mouth and caused me to grin from ear to ear. I glanced into the kitchen at Alex who was giggling and nodding as if to say ‘I told you so’. I was gobsmacked and quickly picked up my second piece to experience the pleasure again. I was laughing and fighting back tears of joy. It’s a moment that I will remember for the rest of my life.

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Five more main courses rolled out of the kitchen before we made it to dessert and by the time the Panan sorbet arrived, all of us were giggling like school children. The matching wines had kicked in and ten glasses down, we were all feeling slightly tipsy. The sorbet slipped down easily and we enjoyed green papaya, yoghurt and bacuri and another dish of lemon and banana ravioli with priprioca before finishing with Brazil nut tart with whisky ice cream curry, chocolate, salt, rocket and pepper. Brazil nuts, unsurprisingly, featured heavily in my trip. I have attempted to preserve the Brazil nut toiletries supplied in the hotel to keep the memory alive. When I run out, the Body Shop shampoo and conditioner should do the trick. But back to dessert. The dessert cleverly used a range of flavours and textures with savoury peppery rocket, salt and a whisky ice cream with a sweet Brazil nut tart. On paper, I was sure that the flavours would not work and they most probably wouldn’t if most people attempted using them in a dessert but this gentleman cracked it.

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Five hours after we had arrived, we were the last group of diners in the restaurant. Alex patiently sat at the bar waiting for us to finish our last course before joining us for a quick chat. Being ill with flu and mustering up the energy to sit with us certainly shows his character. We all knew that Alex would have little sleep that night for he would be back at work early the next morning to do it all again. None of us could fault a single minute of the evening and as we walked out of the door, back to the mini van, none of us spoke a word. We spent the journey back to the hotel in silence, each one of us savouring the memory of what could have been the greatest dining experience of our lives.

D.O.M.
Rua Barão de Capanema 549
São Paulo
Brasil

011/3088-0761

Food for Think was a guest of Embratur

Mani, Sao Paulo

21 Aug

Two months ago I bought my first flat with my boyfriend. As one might expect, we are both incredibly excited and Jack has spent hours scouring his favourite design blogs for inspiration. We are almost on the same page. I say almost because, although I have salivated over the pictures, he has disagreed with me on a couple of my finds.

Brazil was a haven for inspiration. Beautiful Mediterranean style tiles adorned the walls and floors of bars, cafes and restaurants and bright and pastel eye catching colours were dotted all around the city.

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The destination of our final lunch in the sprawling city was no exception. Mani is housed in what seemed to be an old barn, although the old oak beams were most probably there for the effect. The long walkway was covered with intertwined bamboo and a beautiful terrace sat at the back of the restaurant.

We were the first to arrive dead on midday and took the opportunity to snap the surroundings before fellow diners arrived to fill the whole restaurant. When I arrived back in the UK, I showed Jack an image – a pastel blue table surrounded by white chairs and decorated with flowers in delicate glass bottles. As I dined, I imagined this table and chairs sat in my brand new kitchen. But alas no, I was silenced when Jack proclaimed that this is what he wanted for our beach house. The annoying thing? I agreed with him. Even though we are probably twenty years away from even considering a beach house.

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But it wasn’t just the interior of Mani that caught my imagination, it was the food I ate during the twelve course tasting menu. Not realising lunch would be so early, I helped myself to large helpings of Japanese rice and fruit at the breakfast buffet and let out a small wimper when we were bundled into the van for lunch straight after. Luckily, I have a strong stomach that can withstand copius amounts of food and by the time we arrived at lunch I was almost ready.

Mani is a restaurant that I was greatly looking forward to. Helena Rizzo and husband Daniel Redondo established Mani in 2006, which has gone from strength to strength in the last few years, currently nestled at number 51 on the World’s 50 Best list by Restaurant magazine. Rizzo is the talk of the Sao Paulo restaurant scene and is a favourite of Brazilian culinary star like Alex Atala of D.O.M. And if this wasn’t enough to give me an impression that Mani is special, a fellow journalist on our trip, who in her words ‘played truent’ for most of the five days, wanted to join us for lunch on our last day.

It didn’t take long to realise that Rizzo is a master of flavour and texture combinations. Each dish was delicate and light yet packed with flavour. Highlights were a trio of tomato consome, foie gras bombom and potato chip with roast beef and a bowl of cassava gnocchi with dashi. Each square of gnocchi was adorned with a different morsel of herb. Upon my first cube lay what I began to call a numbing herb and as the soft gnocchi literally melted away on my tongue, the powerful contrast of the herb that numbed my tongue in tandem was a pleasant surprise and one I won’t forget in a hurry.

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Other favourites were the bright purple display of beetroot slices with sesame, tonka bean and beetroot sorbet and ‘Feijoada’, Mani’s take on the popular Brazilian feijoada – balls of pork that when I pushed against the roof of my mouth popped to reveal a thin liquid. Feijoada is the equivalent of our Sunday roast – Brazilians love to eat the famous bean dish on Sundays with a topping of toasted manioc flour, or farofa as it is well known. The dish presented to me at Mani was so different in appearance and texture to the buffet I had helped myself to on the Sunday but similar in flavour. A cleaver dish that shows Rizzo’s creativity.

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The dessert was also memorable, if not just for the presentation. Cubes of mandarin jelly nestled in a nest with nut brittle with a smooth and creamy ice cream. Almost picture perfect, it took a few seconds for me to allow myself to destroy the art work.

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Our lunch lasted a good couple of hours and once again we were the first in and last out. Rizzo emerged from the kitchen after service and I caught myself staring in awe of this beautiful model turned chef. As she talked, her youthful smile lit up our table and I felt a wave of inspiration surge over me.

Mani was a magical experience and as I can’t just pop by now and again, one that I will repeat over and over in my memory for years to come.

Mani
Rua Joaquim Antunes
210 Jardim Paulistano
Sao Paulo
(11) 3085-4148 / (11) 3062-7458

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The irony of Sao Paulo

7 Aug

‘Do you like soccer?’ asked the tanned bald headed Brazilian man sat beside me. I had been in my seat on the plane for fifteen minutes listening to a group of fourty Brazilians raucous laughter and jolly conversation, quietly worrying to myself that this was a taster of what was to come on my eleven hour flight from Paris to Sao Paulo, when Marcelo introduced himself.

I could feel the tension in my shoulders ease as we launched into a pleasant but disjointed conversation. But this smiley chap’s broken English did not stop him – his enthusiasm was contagious and I found myself flicking through photos of his trip to Israel shortly after we had taken off. As I scrolled through, I admired the beauty of Jerusalem and began to feel a fondness for Marcelo who had taken me under his wing and distracted me from the leg crunching economy class seats. My time on the flight flew by and as I pulled my suitcase off the carrousel, I looked back to wave goodbye to Marcelo before leaving the airport and filling my lungs with the tropical South American air.

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Sao Paulo is a vast and beautiful city full of irony. A Favela sits in the valley of one of the richest districts of Sao Paulo. As I looked down on the pit of strangely beautiful, roughly built orange-bricked houses, I was told that the tall white building straight behind was an extremely expensive block of flats, each with a private swimming pool on the balcony. The distinct divide between the rich and the poor struck me. Every Sao Paulo mansion that we passed was heavily guarded – barred windows, wire fences, huge wrought iron gates. Even the deliverymen are not allowed to enter the grounds and most of the homeowners have implemented a large lazy Susan to ensure that no unwelcome guests are enticed.

Around 3.9 million, a staggering 45% of the national work force in Brazil aged 16-24 is unemployed and 11 million young people are housed in informal settlements. 93% of jobs available to such youngsters offer no career progression so it’s no wonder there is such a large rich / poor divide.

Having expressed an interest in a tour of a Favela, which plays home to more than 100,000 residents from all over Brazil, we were whisked off to meet David Hertz, founder of Gastromotiva, a social business that aims to promote Gastronomy as a way for social inclusion and to develop sustainable gastronomic enterprises in low-income communities. David’s objective is to help underprivileged youths develop personally and professionally and learn a mixture of work and life skills in order to create new businesses within their communities. Each semester enables thirty students to study at no cost and the varied program is composed of 280 hours, divided into lectures, practical classes, technical visits and practical training.

A large group of us started at the top and walked down the hill on the parameters of the Favela, stopping to discreetly capture the foreign environment. I stood disgraced as I saw a member of the group standing a meter away from an old decrepit man sat in a doorway smiling to herself as she snapped away on her camera. I quickly slid past, embarrassed to be a part of the same group and walked past another woman stood in front of a barred porch wielding her camera as two little girls posed and smiled. Feeling uncomfortable at the thought that some were treating the Favela as a human zoo, I walked on and snapped at the scenery discreetly.

We were reassured that the Favela was safe. Having watched City of God a few years ago, I was expecting mean faced drug barons wielding guns and waiting to pounce on any one of us. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Favela’s are very different in Sao Paulo – yes there is a drug problem but the lords are in Rio.

So how did this huge town come to be right in the middle of one of the most expensive suburbs of Sao Paulo? The land used to be a farm and the idea was to produce large houses on the land but having been empty for a long time, people who had no where to live came and built on the land. Only 30% of the houses have running water and the narrower streets do not have garbage collection. But it isn’t all bad. Over the last few years, this Favela has developed – Banco de Brazil, the largest bank in Brasil is planning on opening a branch and the largest department store in the country has a store, which makes a higher profit than the branch in the local mall.

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We visited a Government funded restaurant in the Favela, which opens Monday – Friday to provide breakfast and lunch, which is affordable for everyone who works and lives in the surrounding area. Breakfast consists of bread, coffee, milk and cheese bread and will set customers back 50 Cents (around 15p) and lunch consists of rice, beef, chicken, fish, dessert and a piece of fruit and will set customers back 1 Real (around 30p). The government provides 80 Cents for breakfast and 3.50 Real per person for lunch. The extra goes to employees and running costs. The restaurant was closed when we visited but we were given an idea of life for the locals. White walls and plastic chairs and tables adorned the room but it was clean and pleasant.

At the end of our tour, we were offered lunch that had been cooked by current Gastromotiva students. During the course, they learn not just how to cook popular Brazilian dishes; they are also taught how to prevent food wastage. We queued for a buffet of chicken, farofa and delicious salads using banana skin. The irony of drinking champagne in a Favela was a little too much so I stuck to the freshly squeezed pineapple juice.

After lunch we were guided safely back to our bus and taken back to the comfort of our hotel. I left inspired and sad but safe in the knowledge that help is there. It may be that Gastromotiva is scratching the surface but it is a very important cog in a large wheel that is slowly but surely making the quality of Brazilian life for many an awful lot better.

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Hello Sao Paulo

2 Jul

Tales to come…

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