Category Archives: Food & Wine

I love food. Eating is my favourite thing to do. I’m not the best cook, but I’m learning.

Love coffee? Check this out.

By: Magda Walczak

I’m by no means a coffee junkie. In fact, I drank it only occasionally until about a year ago and I rarely have more than one cup a day. The more I learn about coffee and the more I experience it, the more I love it. That’s why I started a coffee blog. Half ode to coffee and half content experiment, Drink Brew Coffee is all coffee, all the time. So if you’re a coffee lover or just curious for the occasional coffee content, check it out.

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Drink up! :)

Sausage making 101

By: Magda Walczak

Well, it’s more like sausage making 099. I’m not actually giving you recipes for making sausage… mostly because I don’t know how to. :) Making kielbasa (Polish for “sausage”) is literally the only thing my dad cooks EVER. Unless boiling water counts. Anyways, if you’re one of those people who¬†does want to see how sausage is made, keep on reading. Otherwise, look at Saylor dog.

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5 Best sandwiches ever

By: Magda Walczak

Today I had lunch at Potbelly Sandwich Works for the first time in eight months. I had my favourite, The Wreck, followed by a chocolate shake. It was sheer bliss. 30 minutes later when I got hungry again, I started thinking about all other wonderful sandwiches I’ve had in years past and decided to write this blog for other weird people to whom eating is their favourite activity. (Disclaimer: I didn’t get hungry after just 30 minutes because Potbelly’s sandwiches aren’t satisfying. Oh, no! They’re perfect. I’m just always hungry…)

Here we go! Top five sandwiches I’ve ever had, in ascending order.

5. Bruschetta

Bruschetta_2Some of the simplest things often taste the best and bruschetta is one of those yummy treats that’s super easy to make, as long as you use fresh ingredients. My favourite way to make bruschetta is to use super fresh sourdough bread (which in Sydney I buy from Bourke Street Bakery), lightly toasted. I put some high quality olive oil on a plate and lightly rub the toasted bread in the olive oil. Next I add thick slices of room temperature super ripe, super sweet tomatoes and very thin slices of red onion. I drizzle lightly with garlic olive oil and a bit of balsamic vinegar and finish off with salt and pepper. Yum! When I eat out, I love the bruschetta at Il Baretto, my local Italian restaurant in Sydney. The best bruschetta I ever had was at a restaurant on Capri, but I don’t remember the name. Ah, memories of food…

4. Grandma’s farmers’ cheese and radishes sandwich

When I was little, we lived with my grandparents so every morning I had breakfast with my grandma and grandpa (who, coincidentally, were the best grandparents in the world. Don’t bother challenging me on that because you will not win.). Since we lived in a small village in Poland, it was not uncommon to go to the store early in the morning to get the basics like milk, bread and cheese. The most wonderful thing that we used to have for breakfast would be twarozek (farmers’ cheese mixed with a bit of sour cream and salt to season) on a slice of fresh from the oven Polish rye bread, topped off with thinly sliced radishes, green onion (both freshly picked from the garden, off course!) and a bit of salt. It’s still one of my favourite things to eat.

3. Hot dogs

But not just any hot dogs! Hot dogs from the hot dog stand in from of Pedet, a department store in Lublin, Poland, which is the nearest city to the village that I’m from. Unfortunately neither Pedet nor the hot dog stand exist anymore. Both got replaced by poor imitations. Too bad because Pedet used to have a couple awesome silver and amber jewelry counters. But back to the hot dogs… They were made in Poland, and as the country with the best sausage in the world, naturally the sausage itself was phenomenal. They were served in a fluffy, sesame seed bun. For condiments, you could have locally made ketchup if you wanted to, but I always opted in for the slightly spicy Polish mustard. For toppings, there were three different kinds of cabbage salads (all different colours cabbage). Whenever my mom and I would go there, we’d also always get a Coke in a glass bottle each. After having hot dogs, we would go across the street to have ice cream. Here’s the location for you if you ever end up in that corner of the world. The hot dogs aren’t the same as when I was a kid, but they’re still pretty freakin’ delicious. http://bit.ly/RbFqn

2. Potbelly’s The Wreck

Potbelly the wreckAhhh, Potbelly’s. How do I love you? Let me count the ways. First of all, I love The Wreck. How can you not love a sandwich with roast beef, salami, ham and Swiss cheese? Oven roasted for extra deliciousness. Topped off with to die for mustard, lettuce, onion, tomato and thin slices of Polish pickles? It’s like a dance in your mouth! You don’t care when the mustard drips on your chin while you eat it. Nope. You’re too entranced by the taste to notice that your shirt is covered too. Potbelly has been growing a lot in recent years so it’s now in quite a few states in the US. Find the one near you and get your butt over there NOW! You don’t have to have The Wreck. I’m allowing you to have other sandwiches as well. But you should trust me. You should have The Wreck.

1. Bread and kielbasa

kielbasaAs I mentioned in the beginning, simple is best. And what’s more simple than fresh bread and triple smoked Polish sausage roasted on an open flame? The coolest thing about my parents’ holiday home is the fire pit my dad built outside. I don’t make it out there often (since I live literally on the other side of the world…) but when I do go home, we build a fire, get some sticks, cut up some kielbasa, and roast them on the open flame. I like to make small incisions in mine so more of the fat melts out and the outside becomes a bit blackened. When it gets how you want it, you wrap a slice of bread around it and pull it off the stick. It’s best when accompanied by Polish beer like Perla.

There you have it. The best sandwiches I’ve ever had. Happy eating!

Chef Hats, Michelin Stars, Wine points, oh my!

By: Magda Walczak

In the past month my boyfriend and I have spent a small fortune on fine dining due to a series of special occasions. What I’ve learned through this experience of spending money I really shouldn’t have spent is that critics are very inconsistent. The ones who score wines haven’t been completely axed from my book, but they’re getting darn close too.

Without further ado, here’s my recent culinary journey, in chronological order…

Becasse, French, Sydney

Awarded two hats by Sydney Morning Herald for 2007, 2008 and 2009, Becasse is often described as modern French with slick service and outstanding food. To be honest, I don’t even remember all the dishes we ordered, mainly because they were not spectacular, partly because I was a little drunk (it was my birthday!). Two things were memorable: 1) butter + cream are supposed to equal fine dining, and 2) the chef “really wanted me to enjoy the full journey of my veal… a bit too much. My veal first arrived at the table after our starters, at which point it was still wrapped in cloth and clay. The waiter brought it out to tease me with it… excuse me – to let me experience the journey of my meal. I then waited a good 30 minutes to actually eat the thing, by which point it was overcooked and without much flavour. My verdict: Much ado about nothing. Skip this one.

Vin Cellar, Modern Australian, Melbourne

No hats, no stars, just good food and damn good wine. This is one of my and Blake’s favourite restaurants. It’s a fancy wine shop by day and a restaurant by night. What’s best is that when you dine, you can purchase wines from their extensive wine list at retail prices. That’s how we were introduced to Gaja’s Sangiovese, still the best wine I’ve ever had. The menu here is not spectacular but it’s inventive enough to suit most foodies. None of their pork dishes or deserts have ever failed me. My favourite thing about Vin Cellar is their lounge. After you mains, you can relocate to the back of the restaurant to one of the leather lounges, and have your desert by the fireplace. Super cozy and romantic. Bring your girlfriend.

Cafe di Stasio, Italian, Melbourne

During Blake’s last weekend in Melbourne (before moving up to Sydney) we wanted to try some of the top restaurants, if only to compare what we’ve had in Sydney. Cafe di Stasio was first on our list because its reviews described it as cozy and personable. When we got there we found out those words simply meant that it was small. Oh, well. At two chef’s hats, Cafe di Stasio was a mixed bag. We started off with absolutely killer oysters with horseradish and Parmesan. Those were phenomenal! Best oysters I’ve ever had. Next we had some expensive but unimpressive carpacio, which was drizzled with truffle oil, and I guess that’s why the chef thought he could get away with it. For main we two of the saltiest dishes I can ever remember having: suckling pig and truffled eye fillet. It’s hard to say anything else about those two since salt was the predominant flavour. I’d probably go back here to give them a second chance, but I’m not recommending this place yet.

Bistro Guillaume, French, Melbourne

At two hats and having won best new restaurant, I was expecting a lot. Maybe that’s where I went wrong. While the service was superb (if not a bit arrogant, but then again it was a French restaurant), the food was average. We had braised oxtail and grilled duck breast for mains, both nice, but nothing to write home about. The side dishes of carrots with cumin and rosemary garlic roast potatoes were the stars of the meal, which is a bit sad. My chocolate fondant was superb, however, but not impressive enough for me to go back again.

AquaRoma, Italian, Hong Kong

AquaRoma is actually one half of a restaurant. The other half is called AquaTokyo and when dining there, customers can mix and match Italian and Japanese menus, which sounds a bit weird so we didn’t try it. The restaurant was recommended by a good friend who’s been in Hong Kong many times and said we should go there if only for the view of the famous Hong Kong Symphony of Lights. The meal was quite pleasant with the standouts being snapper carpacio (Oh my god this was AMAZING! Smooth, fresh fish dressed in a slightly tangy vinaigrette. Beautiful.) and squid ink canneloni. One thing that I would frustrating was that they charged AUD$10 for a glass of Coke. That’s a bit excessive, even for a nice restaurant. I’d definitely go back there again and recommend it to anyone going to Hong Kong on holiday.

Robuchon a Galera, French, Macau

This was the most expensive meal of my life. We were already in Hong Kong and this restaurant was rated as the best so we thought, why not? It has three Michelin stars, numerous wine awards (largest wine list in the world!) and endorsements from who’s who of Hong Kong. Oh my lord was this place pretentious! I’m talking antiques, gold plates, one waiter per person. The service staff were literally hovering around us just in case we needed anything. Personally, I found that quite stressful.

As far as the food, some was fabulous and some was downright awful. We started with a refreshing sangria served in a smoking glass. Sounds weird, I know. It’s hard to describe but it was an experience for all senses and it was lovely. Our starters – soft shell crab ravioli and lobster appetizer set – were the highlight of the meal and were perfect. For mains, we had truffled beef filet which was basically tasteless and oily, and duck breast with foie gras, which would have been fine if the meal was balanced differently. As it were, there was so much foie gras compared to the breast that I felt sick when eating it. We finished off with dark chocolate mouse with something similar to Pop Rocks on top, which tickles your mouth as you eat it, and a perfect strawberry sorbet. If you could ignore the texture of the sorbet, you’d swear you were eating fresh strawberries. I don’t regret that we want as it was quite a unique experience and the presentation of the food was as inventive and beautiful as you can get, but I think I’m done with French food for a while…

T’ang Court, Cantonese, Hong Kong

I have two words for you – suckling pig. My mouth waters just thinking about it. T’ang Court nearly restored my faith in star system (it’s just one lovely restaurant among several disappointments, though). The service was superb, the food aromatic, diverse and delicious and even the ambiance worked. We started off with individual baked crabs, then had sweat and sour lobster soup and for main we had their award winning salmon filet as well as the aforementioned PERFECT suckling pig and duck. There was no need for desert as this was the most satisfying meal we’ve had in a long time. I would go back here in a heartbeat and I think this is a must for anyone visiting Hong Kong.

Top 10 things I miss about living in the US

By: Magda Walczak

It’s raining. I test drove a Jeep. Feeling nostalgic. In need of “why I miss US” top 10 list. Here we go…

10. Choices in everything (more than two airlines, phone carriers, you name it).

9. Cheap stuff: clothes, cars, food. iPhones.

8. Customer service.

7. No caps on Internet usage.

6. Access to Hulu and the like.

5. Close proximity to everything (other than Australia).

4. American food: Hot dogs, hamburgers, Philly cheese steak sandwiches, burritos, milk shakes, cookies, cinnamon rolls.

3. Polish food: triple smoked sausage, bigos, pierogi, plesniak.

2. My friends.

1. My family (including kitty and puppy).

If there was a direct flight from Sydney to Chicago, I would be so much happier… you have no idea. I’m so envious of Aussie friends who say things like “I’m going to see my folks this weekend,” or when I see a US friend post something on Facebook like “Going to see OKGo at Empty Bottle.” It’s those little things that others take for granted that I would kill to be able to do…

Not that I’m complaining about my life in Sydney. It’s great! But it’s not unusual that I wake up in the middle of the night with tears in my eyes, wishing I could walk downstairs, find my dog and cat snoring by the fireplace and curl up with them. Or come home after work to find my mom’s famous chicken soup waiting on the table. Or go for a ride with my dad on his Honda cruiser. Or have an all-night Firefly marathon with my sister.

It’s not true what they say. You can go home again. And I really want to.