Posts Tagged ‘Klassz’

Learning to Make Soup

New culinary adventure: I’ve been trying my hand at making soup.

Monday, I made garlic broth, though I think I should have put in some more garlic, and followed a recipe that had me poach an egg in the soup, which turned out quite well, considering I’d never poached an egg before. And being inspired by my soup from Klassz that had a poached egg, I was definitely more than happy to try my hand at it. Unfortunately, the recipe also called for putting dried bread in the soup, which I didn’t like at all–it got so soggy, I threw most of it out. I think I could have also used a bit more garlic–and I wish I would have added some other vegetables. I consider it a moderate success.

Today, I went to the market–I actually found a new market that I didn’t know about at all. It’s just a few blocks away, and by a great import food store called Culinaris. I noticed a few people selling vegetables at stands on the outskirts of the park across the street, and I went over to take a look. There wasn’t a big selection–the vendors were packing up for the day. But I looked back across the street, where someone was opening a large wooden door, and lo and behold, I saw a whole display of fruit! I crossed back to the other side of the street and went in, and there was a large indoor market with about five different fruit and veggie stands, meat counters, a bakery and more. I bought some bread and a chocolate croissant at the bakery. Found some big Israeli avocados at a fruit stand, and bought a leek and an onion, thinking they’d be good in my next incarnation of soup.

They were! I made broth from chopped up leeks, onions and garlic, and I seasoned it with salt and pepper and some spice I bought at the market–maybe tarragon? Evan had his broth plain, since he isn’t feeling fantastic, and I poached another egg for myself and added some diced tomatoes. Much better than the first attempt.

Also, I was excited that I got to carry everything home from the market in my new tote bag (pictured below–yes, it has a weird monster on it) that I got at Bolt–a small, quirky shop that sells art objects, T-shirts, accessories and more for the environmentally conscious Hungarian hipster. I’d been looking for a fun tote for a while since stores rarely give you bags here.

Tote Bag Monster

A Psychadelic-Wallpapered Lunch at Klassz

Saturday, Evan and I stopped in to a restaurant on Andrassy that we’ve passed many times. It always looks good and inviting with it’s big windows and funky wallpaper, but we seem to always walk by too late. This weekend, though, on our quest for an early afternoon brunch, we decided instead to to take a long, leisurely lunch.

We were seated at the first table in front of the door, which made us a bit wary. The night before, we’d had a pretty miserable experience at another restaurant, squished at a small table in front of the entrance and hitting the bar. But our table at Klassz worked out well–there was a purple and yellow curtain surrounding the entrance so we wouldn’t get a draft, and though most tables were full, the restaurant never felt overstuffed.

Our table was charmingly quirky, just like the seemingly mismatched walls (Chew.hu has some photos you can check out). It had hot pink napkins and a lace doily that looks like something someone’s grandma made under the salt and pepper shakers. Actually, the whole bright and clean restaurant could be defined as granny-hipster chic. I was even inspired to walk all the way to the back, past the bar built of wine cases to the wine cellar that had three more tables set up.

We started out with soup–I got potato cream with a poached egg and Evan got vegetable with ricotta ravioli. The big surprise was how the soups were served. The server brought our bowls to the table–mine with the egg and Evan’s with the ravioli–then poured the soup over our little prizes from individual copper pots. The potato soup was great, and I loved how when I cut open the egg’s yolk it added a shock of orange to the pale soup; the vegetable soup was good, but more standard.

For the main course, I had vegetable risotto–a deliciously decadent, creamy and cheesy concoction with peas, spinach and carrots. Evan had rabbit on a tomato risotto–he said the meat was cooked perfectly and his portion was so big it looked like he barely touched the risotto, though I’m sure he had quite a bit.

The best surprise of all was that toward the end of the meal, I realized that nobody in the restaurant was smoking. Everything smelled fresh and clean and there weren’t any ashtrays in sight–definitely different for a Hungarian restaurant and quite a treat for us Californians.

What a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon. Next time we’ll have to save room for dessert!