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How to photograph food in a restaurant

So your torched dover sole with a cola reduction and parsnip foam comes to the table, what do you do? Whip out your digital camera to prove the rest of the blogosphere how incredibly cultured you are for eating such a bizarre looking, sounding, and tasting dish, of course! (Bordieu, eat your heart out. Or you know, pigs tails are very popular too.)

I am not a professional photographer by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve been photographing just about everything novel that I eat, from chocolate eclair ice cream bars to luxe sushi dinners, and I’ve picked up a few rules of thumb along to way to guide me into making sure the photographic proof ain’t too blurry. Or dark. Or just plain unappetizing.

To canonize your meals, give the following tips a try. A shoutout to Adam Sidman, Crimson photo chair, for teaching me some of these.

1) Use a tripod. This is essential in dimly lit restaurant settings. I have a miniature tripod for my digital camera, but the best way is to get a low drinking class or some other prop and hold your camera very very still. Incredibly still. Even the floor shaking a bit from a waiter walking by can throw off the perfect shot if there’s not enough light.

1a) Put your camera on two-second timer (non essential). Once you’ve located a tripod, put on the delayed shot so that the camera doesn’t wobble as you’re pushing the button. Then hold your breath to keep it very, very still.

2) Use natural light whenever possible. Don’t create obstacles for yourself – you’ll have better pictures and better memories if you sit by the window or if you sit a better lit bar. Lunchtime is obviously the best time to be snapping photos, but if you’re in a dark corner and feel particularly shameless, try getting up and taking the photo near a window if it’s a casual cafe. People might look at you funny, but hey, they just don’t take themselves seriously enough. Jk. Not really.

3) Set your white balance. This is not as technical as it seems, and your digital camera, no matter how crappy, will most likely have this color setting. Select the option that sounds something like “manual.” You’ll then aim the camera at a light-exposed white surface (not the shadow of a white thing), click (the button will vary according to camera), and the color will adjust so that the whites are true. The best place to aim, in the case of food photography, is your plate. Assuming it’s white, or slightly off white. Now, you can avoid photos with overwhelmingly orange casts… Hurrah! See an example below of what happens when you DON’T fix white balance:

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Yeah, that beef isn’t sitting pretty.

4) Set your ISO setting low. I forget the technical explanation of this, but in the interest of making this a non-intellectual post, I’ll just say that I set it to about 200 in a dimly lit restaurant and it works just fine. Otherwise, if there’s a lot of natural light, auto is better bet.

5) Hit below the belt. Food, especially well plated food and food that comes in little mounds or nicely crafted pieces (i.e. sushi, peaky toe crab timbale, most desserts, drinks, etc.) will look better if you get it from nearly table height up close and personal. Which brings me to my next point…

6) Macro is your FRIEND. This will make a world of difference in any closeup shot. If you want to make beautiful, beautiful food porn, macro will focus in on a close object and capture all its happy little pores and sweat. It’ll make the parsley garnish pop.

7) Take many, many shots from many, many angles. Chances are, half of them will be crap. Do not waver – keep shooting away like a madmen. Use a lot of crooked angles for extra visual interest. Get up on your chair and shoot from above to appreciate the geometry of circles and squares. Find your molten chocolate cake’s best angle. Your blog readers will thank you later. Your friends will eventually get used to it and think its cute how obsessive you are. If they don’t think it’s cute, get new friends. This can be a liability when you go on dates, but it’s also a great way to weed out non-food-blogger-friendly guys. A dating litmus test, if you will.

8 ) There’s nothing wrong with plastic surgery. Once you have your crisp, clear, color-balanced photos, upload them and edit them in a basic image editor – I like to use Google’s Picasa as a photo manager. Fiddle with the fill light, highlight, and shadow sliders, or try hitting “I’m feeling lucky” to see what happens. Sharpen the photo if necessary. Boosting color saturation can also make a meal look livelier, although this may exaggerate the quality of your meal. We’re not exactly photographing political a war-torn country here – we’re going for the visceral.

You can probably tell by now that following all of these tips will make you a very particular kind of dining companion. You can allay this issue by becoming friends with other foodies armed with cameras and you can turn dinnertime into a kind of pseudo-paparazzi experience, fussing with the plates, craning your necks at weird angles to yeah, catch the plate of fried bull testicles in picture-perfect light. Shameless.

You’ll find that dining out with friends will first be an exercise in reminding them to restrain their primal urges so that you can catch a perfectly plated entree before it’s been ravaged with a fork. But it’s ok. Action shots are good too.

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Friend Crystal Coser taking a photo of fried bull testicles at KO Prime.

The Best Hairy Crab Roe in Shanghai, or, a Shanghai Dining Editor’s Must Eats List

Back during my tony days interning at City Weekend Shanghai, the benevolent dining and health editor would spit out recommendations with the efficiency of a finely tuned machine. I recently asked her for some recommendations for a friend in Shanghai, and I wished I had had this list when I was there. So in case you ever make your way to the Middle Kingdom’s most cosmopolitan city, consult this guide for what you should be inhaling.

Don’t forget these babies, the best breakfast crepes ever, on Mudan Lu, close to Pujian Lu.

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Joanne Yao, City Weekend Dining Editor’s Must Eats List
Vegetarian – Wu Guan Tang (try the carrot and potato faux crab roe, it’s amazing; the bags of fortune for a milder palate, the 8-plate appetizer set if you’re with lots of people, and knife-cut spicy mushroom noodles).

The crab place - must tries here are the dan dan crab noodles and the “yin-yang” pastries in the dim sum section (they’re fried halves of yummy glutinous rice, one stuffed with curried crab the other with lotus paste). They also have normal food (non-crab) too, if you’re on a budget.
for photos: http://www.dianping.com/shop/2093833

Cute cafes with actual good coffee have been popping up all over the place lately, so for coffeehouses, check out the last dining cover story. Out of these, my personal favorites are the Living Room, GZ Cafe and Cafe Dan for coffee and ambiance.

There’s Jesse’s for Shanghainese, which is a must try for anybody coming here. This is a good time to try their hairy crab tofu, which is delicious. If you want to splurge, then definitely get the wine marinated crab (it’s around RMB250). It’s freaken delicious, has lots of roe (it’s bigger than hairy crab) and can be split among 2-3 people. Also try the glutinous rice stuffed dates, the grandmother’s hong shao rou and if you are going with at least two other people, the fish head cooked in a canopy green onions (order this in advance, and always make a reservation).


The best sushi buffet in town is this place in Hongqiao. It’s around RMB220 for all-you can-eat sushi and all you can drink too (they have hot and cold sake, iced plum wine, milkshakes, etc.) For quality in a buffet setting, this place is the best. They have fresh oysters on the half-shell and sea urchin, steak, etc. They don’t skim on the good stuff.

Crunchy cartilage-laden chicken

I stumbled upon a Cantonese restaurant this summer when I was waiting for my friend to finish up work in Beijing. I had just had the worst “soup dumplings” of my life a few shops over where they were more steamed buns with juice inside that had long since leaked out. In desperation for a good meal, I saw a few people eating something delicious through the large glass windows of this restaurant and decided to give it a whirl.

There is something intensely comforting and yes, American, about Cantonese food since that’s the root of the USA’s rendition of the cuisine. I ordered a pork congee – soothing, fragrant, and creamy. Then a platter of this chicken dish which had a tensile crunch in each bite from the soft cartilage inside. I definitely skew more Chinese in this respect, since I love have some extra texture in the meat. The peppers were a gorgeous bright red, crispy, and fried until all the heat had abandoned their mean-looking flesh. Even the rice came nicely presented in a white ceramic pot. It seemed like a good photo, so I took one.

Fried, cartilage-laden chicken with fried peppers, pork congee on the side. Ancient cellphone mine.

Fried, cartilage-laden chicken with fried peppers, pork congee on the side. Ancient cellphone mine.

BOMB Lemonade at Baraka Cafe in Central Square

So I was supposed to have dinner at the Helmand in Kendall Square (and try their semi-famous pumpkin kaddo dish), but due to a hilarious error, that night went down like this:

Fabulous Friend: I’m so so so sorry. I thought I made reservations at the Helmand, but I actually made them at The Helmand in Baltimore. [Understandable, since he's from Britain and doesn't understand the subtleties of area code.]

Me: Oh.

Fabulous Friend: I’m so sorry!

Me: I guess we’ll get all 14 people to fit in some place in Harvard Square?

So in the stroke of time, I called my never-fail friend, “lifestyle” blogger Lena Chen who immediately made an RSVP for our outsize group at Algerian-Tunisian and North African Baraka Cafe in Central Square. Magically, it all worked out.

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A tiny, charming interior - a nice option for a romantic meal.

My friend and I arrived as the rest of the group chatted outside of the door – it was located in some very random residential area about a 15 min. walk from the T station. We stood right in view of the waiters, who literally took 5 minutes to finally take note of the diners who had arrived. I guess we weren’t stampy or demanding enough. It was going to be a bit of a wait, so a small group of us wandered into Hubba Hubba, an unapologetically campy sex shop on Mass Ave where we ogled some lingerie before the owner’s friend out of the blue claimed that the Middle East sprinkled lard in their vegan food and unloaded about her chemo treatments. Back to the restaurant it was.

After we sat down, I did some camera tricks to show how to get really crisp pictures in low light situations, like this one of a salt-holder. (Not shaker. You picked up the coarse grains with your fingertips.)

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Digital camera magic! Good for impressing party guests - even beats shotgunning Natty Ice.

I really have to say that I will post some pictures of the food, which was decent despite the comically, lovingly surly service, but this night was all about the LEMONADE which deserves all caps. If you do anything here, you must get the lemonade. And once you drink this lemonade, you will want to take a bath everyday in it so it can seep into your unworthy pores. Or maybe make some kind of celebrity-backed scent out of it.

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If I were so religiously inclined, I might even bless my firstborn with it.

It comes with rose petals floating on it surface. Inhale the aroma, and it’s nothing like the drink mix lemonade of childhood yore – it’s sweeter, more floral, and heavier from the North African spices. Its flavor has strong notes of rosewater (which never veers into the perfumey fake territory) and spice, which underscored the flavor with a uniquely adult heft. It preferred a full-bodied sweetness to tartness, and strangely, my glass never felt cloying. This was lemonade for lovers.

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I had Melkha, an eggplant dish with couscous, feta, and gruyere. The eggplant was cooked to a lusciously silky texture, but I wish they had put more feta and olives in – combined with plain couscous, it was rather bland for my tastes. By the time I realized I should salt the life out of it, I had already finished most of it.

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Here are other people’s more exciting dishes:

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And a fab vegetarian platter:

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Baraka is worth a stop, just for the lemonade alone. It’s a nice spot to take to impress a date with your random foodie knowledge since it’s intimate, romantic, and secluded with exposed brick walls and tables that gently quake as the (somewhat surly) waiters walk past. Ok, so it took us an entire hour to get our food, but their hummus was fabulous and the lemonade! The lemonade!!

Find it!

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Baraka Cafe

80 Pearl St

Cambridge, MA 02139
(617) 868-3951

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Sublime fried eggplant salad at Cafe Algiers

Algiers is the kind of place that I often throw out as a good first date location: it has charm, a bit of old world romance, and that je ne sais quoi flavor of bohemian Cambridge before the Gap moved in. However, I always throw in a word of caution that the prices are uh, pretty inflated. You pay for ambience in the form of 5 dollar coffees and $3.50 plain bagels (!). (They might even charge extra for cream cheese.) Their food menu are dependable Middle Eastern dishes at higher than the average cafe price points – expect to drop at least $13-14 for a decent entree. For drinks, I recommend their mocha arabica – muddy, chocolatey, and comes in its own pot.

Fried eggplant salad

Fried eggplant salad

I have a secret love affair with eggplants, so I went for a fried eggplant salad, which seemed like it would be delicious (it was) and the word “salad” in it made me feel better about eating fried food when I should really be on a strict beauty queen diet. It came with a basket of Syrian bread, making for absolutely luscious, sensual, interactive eating: cutting up the salty, flavor-soaked eggplant, wrapping it up with feta cheese and dressed greens, and eating it one mini-wrap at a time. The waitress came right after I had mopped my platter spit-shine clean with some bread.

“You came just in time,” I told her. I might have actually licked the plate.

Find it!

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Algiers

40 Brattle St
Cambridge, MA 02138
(617) 492-1557

Café Algiers on Urbanspoon

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