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A Culinary Student in Lyon: Entry #2

Hi Soupers,

It has been about 2 weeks now since I have settled into Lyon. So much has happened, but at the same time, not enough.

One bit of drama that has put a damper on things is that my new roommate gave me a three days notice to move out! First, she tells me that she doesn’t feel comfortable with me because she hardly sees me, and she doesn’t see us being friends; then she tells me that she had a friend who just went through a break up, so she would need the room. This was a bit insane to me. I thought I was just over reacting, but when I discussed it with a few of my friends here, they all agreed.

So, I have been on the hunt for a new flat. I have still yet to find one because I only need it until September and my budget is limited. The places I have found say I am not here long enough or that I wouldn’t be able to move in for a month! 

At the same time, I am still trying to figure out where I am going to work for my internship which is why I came here to Lyon to begin with. I decided to do this because I wanted to separate myself from all the competition back home. I did not realize it was going to be so intimidating!

I mean, usually I am super positive about getting a job and really never worry about it. I get out here and it is a whole other story. First of all I had to get all my CV translated not just in language but in format as well. I was lucky enough to have a friend who would and could do that for me.  In France, they care more about the place you worked at and not so much what you have done.

Now that I have the translation done, I can start looking for a gig. I researched a number of restaurants in Lyon before I came out. That didn’t really help much. I mean, yes, it did help to know or have an idea of where I would like to work, but it isn’t the same once you get here. I hardly know any of the language. I have been learning a little more French each day, but not enough to have a conversation which makes it difficult to just walk into a restaurant to ask the Chef to allow you to do your internship there. Little did I know how nervous I would be. In the States, I would just send an e-mail or walk into a restaurant and ask for an application. I had no problem with it then, so why now? I think I just need to get over the fact that I am in a different country and just do things as I normally would.

There are two restaurants where I would love to work. One is Paul Bocuse’s restaurant. That would be a dream comes true. I have sent a letter to him and am waiting for a response. I’m not sure if I should go up there or not in person. I don’t want to seem like some pushy or rude American. The second place that I would love to work at is Leon de Lyon. I stopped by there yesterday, but they were closed.

I think I am intimidated by the possibility that a  top knotch, French Chef wouldn’t want some young American working for him. I know I shouldn’t think that all the French chefs are like this, but this industry can be really difficult to get into. You either have to be really special and have proven yourself, or you have to know somebody. I know that if I could just get my foot in the door, I would have no problem of proving myself to the Chef. I would show him my passion for learning the French cuisine.

Looking at all the things that I have said, it seems the only thing that is really making this difficult is the language barrier. I know that I need to get over everything else that is intimidating me, and I will. Now I am off to accomplish my goal of finding an internship in Lyon. The next time you read my blog I will be talking about my great experience at the restaurant I where I am working!

Au revoir,

Coty

To read more of my experience in Lyon, click here

A Culinary Student in Lyon

Hi Soupers,

I’m  Coty Pate, and I am going to Lyon, France to do my Culinary Internship. At least I hope I am as I came here without a job or a place to stay really.

Not to provide too much detail, but I am a student at the International School of the Culinary Arts and part of our program is to do an internship in a working restaurant. I thought it would be fun to do this in France. After all, isn’t France the home of the culinary arts? It is a bit risky, but we will see.

Anyway, it has been a bit of trial getting here, but I won’t linger on that. Now, I am here and I am ready to study the cuisine and try all kinds of different foods. I will also be studying the culture and language and life in general. All along the way, I will be keeping you up to date on all my experiences.

I arrived in Paris last Monday and stayed in the city of love for a few days. I did not find love but I did try some great restaurants. The things they had on their menus at the common bistro or cafe are things that we would only find on menus at higher end “fine” dining restaurants in the US. Imagine if I went into a four star restaurant in France and found a Big Mac… maybe not.

In just a few short days, I had beef tartare, sautéed white sea bass, and andouillette and those were just my main courses. I have also had a variety kinds of amazing cheeses. Cheese is served at the end of the meal just before the dessert and as you can imagine, wine is quite common always.

I am not a grand speaker of French but I did learn a few terms in culinary school and can find my way around a menu. Still, when I get stuck the people have been very helpful. Not what I expected considering the reputation. Even when they don’t know English, they try their best to help me out.

On landing, I headed straight for the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame. Neither disappointed! I personally loved Notre Dame. Cathedrals are chalk full of detailed work and history. No Esmeralda though.

France is generally easy navigate so far. I took the train from Paris to Lyon which only took two hours. It seemed to just glide across the tracks. There was so much scenery along the way. The rolling farm lands with creeks running through them and the Rhone Alps in the distance were a beautiful site.

The food in Lyon so far is more of “comfort” foods variety. One of my favorite dishes was a delicious salmon tartine served with a raspberry vinaigrette side salad. 

On Saturdays they have many different markets set up on the side of the streets. One is sponsored by Paul Bocuse (one of the finest chefs in France and, therefore, the world). They have all for food than you can image from sea foods, poultry, fruits and vegetables and a great assortment of cheeses many of which I have not seen or tasted before and look forward to telling you about. Paul Bocuse also has restaurant here which is actually right outside of Lyon. Not far at all and definitely worth the trip. He is world renowned for traditional French cooking.

Well, enough waxing. Got to get to work finding a job. Maybe Chef Bocuse needs an intern. I hope you will enjoy reading about my experiences, trials and tribulations as I make my way here in Lyon and tour Europe.

Au revoir,

Coty

To read more of my experience in Lyon, click here

Adventurous Appetites: South Mountain and Cuban Grub in Chandler

by Emily King

I have a serious problem. I can’t sit still and I am a bit impulsive. Which is why am so passionate about the Southwest where adventures abound and a day trip can take you to some incredible places. My other passion is…. you guessed it… food.  As a culinary student nearing graduation, I enjoy finding new eateries as much as I do new thrills. Even in the intense summer months, my motto is, “If you can’t stand the heat, drive north for an hour or two and find another kitchen.”

So that’s what this silly little column is all about – adventure and eating, or adventurous eating around the Southwest. I aim to travel the region, seek out some awesome challenges and boldly grab some good, local grub along the way. I expect some failures here and there but if you hang with me, we will discover our appetites for adventure together.

After a long recruiting session (which required the exchange of about six text messages), I convinced my friend, “J,” to accompany me on my most recent adventure in the Valley of the Sun: An evening of hiking in South Mountain Park, followed by dinner at Babaloo’s, a Chandler Cuban Restaurant.

Ok, so we are starting near to home hiking South Mountain. It may sound pretty pedestrian, but South Mountain is anything but. With over 51 miles of trails on 16,000 acres, it’s one of the largest municipal parks in the country, and in our case there was the added “adventurous” element of departing at dusk. You see, I live my life on “EST”–that is, “Emily Standard Time” which is anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour later than the time I am supposed to be somewhere. We are both avid hikers so the setting sun did not deter us though perhaps it should have. We met up at the “Environmental Education Center” and spent about 15 minutes searching for the trailhead for the Holbert Trail. After literally stumbling upon numerous trails that were not the one we were looking for, we gave up and followed our guts. We’ll call it “inspired hiking.” We weaved our way along several trails. If you have hiked in Arizona in low light, you know that it can be quite treacherous. While rattle snakes and jumping cactus come to mind, it is the rocks and the loose gravel that make it so challenging. If you have bad ankles or are scared of falling on your tush, I would not recommend it.  

Still, even taking that labyrinthine route, we somehow managed our objective – the top of South Mountain. It was completely dark by this time, so we decided to follow the paved road down, which required us to stop on the shoulder several times as cars rushed past us and passengers yelled expletives. 

About a ½ mile from the parking lot, two well-meaning park rangers stopped and offered us a ride back to our cars. We accepted the gesture knowing if we didn’t they would offer again, more insistently. The rangers were very friendly and filled us in on all aspects of the park, including how ironic it was that the “Education Center” parking lot was a prime place for car and tire-theft. Apparently south-siders like to “school” hikers on where not to park. We were very relieved to find our cars untouched. After a quick costume change, we headed to Babaloo’s. We arrived at the restaurant just before 9pm. Despite the hour, the waiter escorted us to a table without even flinching and sold us on the “Date Night Menu” (a shortened menu offered on Wednesdays) which is a fantastic deal. It includes 1 appetizer, 2 entrees, 1 dessert, and a bottle of wine for $50. This was the perfect meal for two young people with thin wallets because it yielded hearty leftovers.

We tried the “Almendras, Olivos, y Queso” and the Plantain Trio for the appetizer. This consisted of roasted, spiced almonds, an assortment of olives, and cubes of delicious, pepper-infused cheese. They were essentially good bar-munchies on steroids. The Plantain Trio was a platter of Maduros, sweet, pan-fried plantains, Mariquitas, thin, crispy, potato chip-like plantains, and tostones, heartier, thicker versions of the salty little Mariquitas. These were all served with a perfectly spiced black bean dip and a “mojo sauce” that seemed to be a clarified garlic butter. Of the two, we agreed that the fancy “bar-munchies” suited us better.

For our main courses, we had the Ropa Vieja, and the Pollo Cubano. The Ropa Vieja was among the best I have tasted. The balance of spices in combination with the melt-in-your-mouth tenderness of the meat made it hard for me to share the dish. J is more of a white-meat-eater and thoroughly enjoyed the Pollo Cubano. He is also more generous than I am, so I got to experience the dish too. The chicken breast was dripping with a fabulous orange marmalade-butter pan-sauce and served with black beans and rice. These were definitely the celebrity entrees. When you go to  Babaloo’s, do me a favor and put your fork down on the entrees before you’re full because the desserts are awesome!  I am a “flan-fan,” and this particular flan was very traditional with a creamy, semi-dense texture. This is how I prefer flan, but I know others enjoy a more cake-like texture. The tres leches cake was incredibly moist and decadent. It tasted just as it should; as though it had been marinating in the milk-mixture all day. Our favorite dessert by far was the key lime pie. The filling was sweet and smooth with a tang that lingered in the mouth even after a sip of some nice, strong cuban coffee.

Well there you have it: We made it down from our hike safely despite the late start, and were fortunate enough to find Babaloo’s just a hop, skip and perhaps a tumble away. The beauty of South Mountain Park is only enhanced by its neighboring Cuban restaurant and is sure to satisfy any Phoenix-bound adventurous appetite.

To find out about your trail-options at South Mountain Park Click Here And for more information on Babaloo’s Cuban Café, Click Here

Travel Journal: Bangkok

Words & Photos by David Lee

We visited Bangkok while living in Singapore. It was a combination business and family trip which is not an uncommon way to travel in expat land. I traveled mid-week while Heidi (who you all know if you have explored this site at all) and our daughter, Sammie, followed on during the weekend. Despite a killer head cold that hampered me throughout, I was looking forward to it. What could be more exotic and exciting than Bangkok?

We had not been living in Southeast Asia long, so I was not quite used to the craziness yet. Singapore is so clean (some say sterile) and efficient, it does not quite prepare you for the shock of other Southeast Asian cities. So, my first impression of Bangkok was that it was a hot, crowded, noisy, polluted, unpleasant city. It didn’t help that getting to the hotel from the airport was difficult, and I felt terrible.

I had enough experience travelling not to let my condition or initial impressions deter me from learning more about the place. So, I set out from my hotel for my usual walkabout. I visited a number of local markets and saw a few shrines tucked into the alleyways. Eventually, I made it over to the park where I could escape the congestion created by the endless stream of cars and motorcycles.

Once I was in the park, I was able to grab some peace and observe people going through their day. One thing that caught me was the number of people jogging. I have never seen so many people running in one location. Literally hundreds of people all going in the same direction at the same time. Some of them should not have been out of bed much less loping through the heat. They looked as though they were ready to keel over any second. Others, were completely comfortable in full sweat pants and long sleeve tops. I was losing weight just watching them.

In another part of the park, a number of people were playing a game Sepak Takraw in Malay or Takraw in Thai. It is like volleyball but no hands. The players serve by tossing a ball, similar to a large Wiffle ball, into the air then helicopter kicking over their heads. Once the serve is over the net, the other side uses their heads, feet, torso, or shoulders – anything but hands – to set up a return kick. It was really quite amazing to watch these guys kicking six feet into the air. It should definitely be an Olympic sport.

After about two hours, I went back to the hotel and met up with my team. We went to a great dinner at the Spice Market, a Thai restaurant in the Four Seasons Hotel. We started with satay and a number of other appetizers, then onto lemon grass soup and two curries – one green and one red. This extra spicy meal did a lot to clear my head.

The next day was all business, but that night, our host took us to the Seafood Market & Restaurant. It is a big, fresh seafood market where they have live critters from around the world staring up at you from the tanks. Everything from lobster to trout to mud bugs wiggle around in the ice to attract attention. I am not fond of seafood, but for those who are, this is a great place. You are assigned a hostess to help you choose your dish. She puts it in a cart like at a grocery store, and then you tell them how you want it cooked. The options are fried, not fried, and with chili. The fish is then taken to the front of the restaurant where the 30 or so chefs administer last rights. Fifteen minutes later, you are piled under by food. This system clearly makes its profits from over zealous ordering.

 

Later that night, we were treated to hour long foot massages. Our host said that they ran for $6.50 USD per hour.  Twelve bucks if you want “extras.” What that means, I never learned (nor would Heidi have wanted me to).

Finally, we toured (unofficially) Patpong, a night market and red light district. In a word, interesting. I was very popular among the “ladies,” but you never can be sure in Bangkok. On entering the alley about 15 or 20 of them came up to me and started grabbing me in places I did not know I had. We had a beer then were shuttled off to a special bar that oddly resembled the fish market from earlier. One hears about these places so often, I felt the need to see if they were real. They are, unfortunately.

Family time. Heidi and Samantha came the next day. They took Air Asia which is the local version of Southwest Airlines. When an airline markets itself as a low cost carrier between Malaysia and Thailand, it sets fear into the hearts of those of us who live in “the first world.” We had gotten used to the high quality of service and operation of Singapore Airlines, so the real fear was that it would be a cattle car mentality. In fact, it was a surprisingly smooth and comfortable trip for less than USD $100 per person. The cabins were clean and the service was ten times better than many of the US carriers. The only issue was when the guy behind Heidi took off his shoes filling the cabin and her nose with toxic fumes. Heidi held her breath until blue but eventually had to switch seats.

We moved hotels to the Lebua at State Tower a massive structure that was formerly a government office building and apartment complex. Our room was on the 52nd floor (out of 72) and had been converted from a full apartment. For less that USD $150 per night, we had three bedrooms, a full kitchen, an office, a living room with a sectional couch and a spectacular view of the entire city.

We had dinner out at a restaurant that had been recommended to us called the Blue Elephant. On a side note, the restaurant was less than a mile away, so we tried to walk to it – big mistake. Walking anywhere in this part of Bangkok is difficult and a can be dangerous especially when the ground is wet from the days rains. The restaurant, however, was great. It was in an old house that was like a 19th century oasis in the middle of modern Bangkok. The food was good and spicy Thai cuisine. They had a few western meals that our daughter, Sammie, preferred. We thought we were pretty cool for discovering this fantastic Thai culinary experience until we learned that Blue Elephant is a chain restaurant out of Amstradam with restaurants everywhere. Ugh!

On the recommendation of some friends we hired a driver to take us around Bangkok. Her nickname was Rat from Kantapiyo Vimonrat (see www.ratservice.com, no kidding). She is a diminutive Chinese-Thai who clearly knew more about life in Bangkok than she let on. She owned her taxi, which was clean and well serviced.

Rat picked us up that first morning and took us to the Grand Palace and the connecting Wat Phra. This is one of those places that is impossible to describe in a few words, but since that is why we are here, I will say simply that it glitters in gold. I have never seen so much gold in one place. This is one of the richest looking structures that I have seen. It is on a level with Versailles.

 

The rain required us to change our itinerary and head for the Jim Thompson House after the Grand Palace. Thompson was famous as a former OSS (now CIA) spy who settled in Bangkok after the war and started a silk trade business. He may never have actually left the OSS and eventually turned up missing after taking a walk in a Malaysian resort at dusk. Some think he was eaten by a tiger. Others think he was kidnapped or killed. His house is a neat example of colonial living like something out of a romantic novel. Entirely made of wood, it was also mostly open to the outside and had some very cool artifacts from the day – Gin and tonic on the verandah anyone?

 

After the house, we made our way back to the city to tour Wat Po. The rain had let up a bit so it was now pleasantly muggy and near 100 degrees. Rat suggested we lunch at a restaurant that was authentic Thai – fooled again. I think she believed that this was what westerners wanted. This time it was like a throw back to a Victorian grand ballroom with a bit of night club singing thrown in. The food was good, again, but we still had not experienced real Thai cuisine in a proper setting.

Wat Po is a Buddhist monastery just off the riverside where the famous the golden reclining Buddha resides. It is a spectacular structure and Sammie had a great time making donations while spinning prayer wheels. Not only was the monastery itself quite beautiful it was full of life. A group of boys had a soccer game going in one of the court yards and a number of people were adding a soundtrack to our visit by practicing traditional music.

 

On our last touring day, we started out early for the floating market. It was bout 1 1/2 drive from our hotel out into the country. While clearly set up for tourists, the floating market is nevertheless a great experience. It is fun to imagine riding through the canals in times past. Our only disappointment is that everyone is selling the same tourist crud. Rat noticed that we were disappointed by this and took us to a local teak workshop. This was very cool. After an extended negotiation, we ended up purchasing a teak Buddha for about 1/3 the list price (1,000% profit and commission to Rat, I am sure).

For lunch, I told Rat that we really wanted to try some “real” Thai food in a real setting where the locals eat. We ended up in a strip mall not much different from those in the US eating in a food court and having a variation on hamburgers. Not quite the exotic fare we were hoping for. Be careful what you ask for.

Our last stop for the day was the Elephant Park. This is sort of a small zoo where they put on shows with trained elephants including reenactments of ancient Siamese battles. There is also a nearby crocodile farm where men put there heads in the mouths of live crocs who are obviously sedated. It’s a bit like attending a bull fight in Spain in that way. One must temporarily suspend your opinions and judgment and soak up the experience for what it is. This concept can be particularly true in Bangkok.  

 

 

To end our touring, we all went for massages. Sammie had a foot massage while Heidi and I had full body massages. One thing to consider when you are getting a legitimate massage in Thailand is that the masseuses are not shy. If there is something in their way, they move it. That said, we came out fully relaxed.

We had reservations for dinner at the outdoor restaurant Sirocco at the top of State Tower 70 floors up. The bar, which features prominently in recent ads for vodka, hangs way out on the edge. Nets are placed under the Plexiglas half walls to catch people who might hang over just a bit too far. Don’t think they would hold me, though. Cleary, it is an amazing dining experience. Unfortunately, when skies opened up during the appetizer, we were all shuffled inside. At that point, the experience turned into a bad prom in a small banquet room. The staff never quite recovered. After 2 hours of waiting for our next course, we gave up. Instead, we had room service 20 floors below in our room. If you plan to go to Sirocco, a must see, definitely check the weather and take no chances.

We didn’t want the experience to end this way, though. So, we set out to find a drink in a place with real atmosphere to end our trip. Our hotel was only a short walk from one of the Grand Dam hotels of Asia, the Oriental. While the rain prevented spending an evening on the verandah by the river, we did find the Bamboo Bar. This is a place set up to  feel like a Kipling novel with a unique cast of characters, a jazz singer, animal skin seat covers on bamboo chairs, a mahogany bar and a fine cigar shop.  Considered corny by US standards, the Bamboo bar is the perfect place to end a visit to Bangkok. The bar, along with Bangkok in general comes highly recommended.

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About David Lee

David is Executive Producer of intotheSoup.com and Professor of Global Hospitality Operations at the Art Institute of Phoenix. He has lived and travelled throughout Europe, Asia, and Central America but is longing to go to Africa. David has been in the travel industry for 13 years with American Express as, among other things, Director of Global Airline Strategy for Asia Pacific and a Principal Consultant for the Advisory Services Consulting group. David led Business Development for iExplore.com with National Geographic and managed Leisure Tours Strategy at Sabre Holdings. He holds a Masters in International Management from Thunderbird, the School for Global Management and a Business degree from Washington University, St. Louis.

 

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