The 13 Dishes (and Other Things) I Can't Stop Thinking About
Brett Martin, GQ's restaurant critic, details the dishes that stayed with him while hunting for the country's best new restaurants.
In the nearly three months I spend on the road in search of a perfect night out, I eat dozens of meals that may not be Perfect but are perfectly wonderful. Here are some highlights from 2018:
Best Value Meal
Hand Pies, Sweet and Savory at Bywater Bakery (New Orleans)
Some of the best pianists in New Orleans drop in throughout the day to take a turn at the upright piano in the center of this coffee shop/bakery. But it’s Chaya Conrad’s desserts that are the real draw. (Disclosure: It is my local and I am writing this while sitting there right now.) Top of the list, lately, has been a savory hand pie—NOLA-specific flavors like gumbo ya-ya, crawfish étouffée, and crab au gratin—chased by one of its sweet cousins, inspired by the much-lamented Simon Hubig Co., whose pie factory burned down several years ago and has not returned. (Sweet potato is my favorite.) God gave you two fists, didn’t he? It was to hold pies.
Best Use of Fire, Part I
Sobrasada at Del Mar (Washington, D.C.)
Somebody forgot to tell Fabio Trabocchi that fine dining was dead. His new Spanish restaurant in the $2.5 billion District Wharf development is a palace of old-school luxury. One spectacular case in point: the soft, brick red mound of Mallorcan sausage called sobrasada. It arrives via gueridon, pushed by a uniformed server who then heats a shiny spoon with a high-powered torch before scooping out a portion.
Best Escape
Dad’s Luncheonette (Half Moon Bay, California)
Lots of chefs claim to want to escape fine-dining; few have done it as convincingly as Scott Clark, the eponymous "dad," who left his job as chef-de-cuisine of Saison to surf mornings while selling burgers and salads out of a vintage early-20th-century train caboose on the edge of a parking lot. The food is all delicious, but sometimes a restaurant is more about the journey than the destination. You get an excuse to drive the thirty miles from San Francisco down Highway 1 and a stellar parking-lot lunch; Clark gets to live the dream. Run, Dad run!
Best Steak
Iberico Secreto at Sachet (Dallas)
Sometimes the cow needs to take a backseat to the pig in the steak department, even in Texas. Everything I tried on the long menu at this cool, expansive Mediterranean restaurant was impeccable, but nothing stuck with me like the secreto, a "secret" skirt-steak-like cut, in this case from the shoulder of a rich, gamy Iberico pig. Served naked and scored atop a pile of crisp patatas bravas and pools of red pimento sauce and green mojo verde, it had nowhere to hide—and no reason to.