We’ve been meaning to hoof it over to Clinton Hill/Bed-Sty since last March, when we heard rumblings of a vegan bakery + super-café opening up shop. This past weekend, we finally made the short trip across South Brooklyn and, MOTHERFUCKER, am I glad we did.

Clementine, owned by Michael Glen + Michelle Barton, is just over the Bedford-Stuyvesant border on Greene at Classon, making it a perfect go-to stop when visiting the warm weather Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene or the Winter Flea in the clocktower, which we stopped by afterwards this past weekend. The café not only features an army of delicious-looking vegan baked goods—many of which are gluten-free—it also offers a considerable array of creative, really tasty savory sandwiches, each available on gluten-free bread.

From the Tempeh Reuben, with tempeh, apple sauerkraut, vegan mozzarella Daiya, vegan 1000 island dressing, + cracked pepper on a sourdough rye, to the Hot-Chick, with roasted red bell peppers, artichokes, + pesto hummus, this is not a place you’re going to walk out of still hungry.

For the devoted sweet tooths…sweet teeth?…you’ll want to head straight to the sizable front displays, both chock-a-block full of vegan baked goodness. In addition to many daily specials, Clementine keeps an impressive list of mainstays like gargantuan cinnamon buns, impressive-looking muffins, sweet breads, scones, sweet + savory danishes, a rotating inventory of cakes, brownies, cupcakes, and even vegan dog treats.

House grind is Brooklyn-based Kitten Coffee, a local business that roasts single-origin micro-lot beans, “sourced from a small group of coffee growers in Brazil who average no more than 300 bags a year.” Meow.

Top all that off with a cute, cozy, sunny space and some really friendly staff and Clementine’s well-worth the trip whether you live in Brownstone Brooklyn or not.

Check out Clementine’s regular menu for inspiration and, if you’ve got a birthday or another event coming up, contact them via their special order page.

Below: A bunch’a baked good, including the English Breakfast Doughnut (still not quite sure what that is); a stack of oat-y cookies; a raspberry coconut roll; très romantique cupcakes; a gluten-free coconut pineapple cheesecake; almond milk latte made with Kitten Coffee; the Autumnal—sweet braised kale, sweet potato, bbq tempeh bacon, + sage aioli sauce on rye; the house Grilled Cheese—a mix of Daiya cheddar and mozzarella with tomato; and some pretty bread. Mmm. Bread.

First thing you should know: Everything you see here is made from just lottery tickets.

Second thing you should know: Artist Alex Lockwood does not play the lottery.

Alex recently moved to Nashville, Tennessee. Before that, he lived here in Brooklyn where he started to collect things he found on the street and make art from it. I love New York, but it is fucking trashy. When I was in college, in rural Virginia, I used to always pick up trash I found and throw it away, telling my oh-so-long-haired self that, if everyone else in the world did the same, the world would be a clean, beautiful place.

Again, I’m no mathematician, but I think trash might outnumber us here—it’s a losing battle, man. Plus New York is no Harrisonburg, Virginia. I might get gonorrhea if I pick up the wrong thing.

Luckily, Alex Lockwood has no such reservations. Or at least he didn’t when he moved from Williamsburg to Clinton Hill way back when and noticed the prodigious amount of discarded scratch-off lottery tickets that covered the sidewalks in front of the neighborhood bodegas. Inspired by tramp art and art made in prison, where creators have a severely limited palette of materials from which to work but, often, a great amount of time to focus in on detail, Alex started creating intricate sculptures from the tickets.

You can see more of Alex’s work, both lottery-ticket-based and not, on his site.

Now, if we could just convince him to come back to Brooklyn and train, say, 1,000 artists in this method we’d have a spotless city. And some pretty impressive artwork.




Last week, we mentioned in this space about how we’ve noticed a distinct stirring within ourselves of late to move; to travel; to step from one place into another so as to dislodge our bodies + minds from the funk that is post-winter-holiday New York. One place that is unquestionably not on our list of place to go, though—Minneapolis, Minnesota. Please, mid-westerners, I beg of you not to take offense. We, in fact, love the City of Lakes, with its superb parks system, sincerely earthy old-school hippie feel, and oddly cute way of saying the word ‘bagel’. We would just never willingly place ourselves anywhere near it this time of year. I mean, we can barely handle New York right now and you have to employ heated tubes to make it around town. Heated tubes! So hats off to the hale and hearty who dare to populate such a place in these harsh white months. Were it not for you, everything north of Saugerties would be a wasteland of culture and society. One particular honoree we would like to highlight today—the very difficult to Google, Carroll, a band of four transplants to Minneapolis by way of Seattle, New York, Philadelphia, and…somewhere in Nebraska. From the band’s Facebook page: “Carroll was a twinkle in your father’s eye. Carroll was your grandmother’s name and the street you grew up on. Carroll is the combined effort of people who eat, sleep, and dream in close proximity to one another. Brian Hurlow, Charlie Rudoy, Max Kulicke, and Charles McClung gathered together their guitars and synths, their basses and percussion and did what felt right. They stopped running away from Pop and instead invited it in for a snack in a house made of candy, only to lock it in a cage and fatten it up for their own devices. Carroll has been found on quite a few stages and radio dials around the Twin Cities. If their sound is anything, it’s eerie warmth—a Minnesota winter that barely goes below zero.” For the record, it’s supposed to be -10° there Thursday. Warm up with the band’s superbly pleasant pop gem, “Lead Balloon”, below. The track will be part of their debut EP, Needs, out February 12 on Minneapolis-based Humans Win! You can hear another track from the forthcoming EP—“Sticks”—via YouTube.

I’ve never claimed to be a math whiz, but I think this equation is pretty sound:

good coffee
+
new york state
+
nice packaging design
+
some crows
=
something we would like
Right?

As you might imagine, we gravitated directly to this lovely looking coffee whilst looking to replenish our all-important coffee stash recently. I had recognized the coffee maker—Irving Farm—but seem to remember their original packaging being much less on the awesome side before.

As it turns out, the roaster got their start right here in New York City at a small cafe just up from Union Square known as 71 Irving Place. Realizing they wanted to be more intimately involved with the process, bean-to-cup, the founders of Irving Farm moved a little further uptown. Okay, a lot further, to a farm 90 miles up the Hudson Valley in the Dutchess County village of Millertown. There, they roast their a variety of carefully sourced beans. From their site:


“In sourcing the special coffees we bring to Irving Farm, our primary criteria is quality. We are diligent searchers: on a constant journey, personally traveling to the farthest-flung locales, in search of coffees that are not only beautiful in the cup, but with whose farms we can forge a lasting tie. By building direct relationships and opening long-term channels of communication with producers and others up and down the line, we not only ensure a supply chain that is as transparent as possible, but one that is as strong as possible. Built on mutual respect, common goals, and dedicated to fostering learning from one to another, it is these foundations on which good coffee becomes great coffee.”

The particular bag we zeroed in on—partly due to the philanthropic aspect involved; partly due to the extra-awesome packaging design—was their Rainforest Foundation Project blend, pictured above. It’s a blend of three beans—one from an 80-family co-op in Honduras, one from another cooperative in Peru that’s Fair Trade + Bird Friendly certified and started almost fifty years ago, and a final one from a co-op in East Timor that’s been celebrated by one Ms. Hilary Clinton. The coffee’s certified USDA Organic and Rainforest Alliance and Irving gives a dollar for each bag sold to RA. Oh, and it tastes great. Important.

Visit Irving Farm’s site—which is really well-designed, by the way—to find out more about their sourcing, roasting, and where you can find their products.

You can also order their coffees via the company’s online shop.

Spookily pretty farmhouse photo pilfered from the Irving Farm site.

File this post under “Awesome Gifts from Katie”.

A while back, I came across the 12″ vinyl release of My Bloody Valentine‘s 1988 EP, You Made Me Realise. We were over at the house of friends of friends and there it was, just sitting face-out in their considerable record collection, calling to me.

No, I didn’t steal it—what do you think I am, a monster‽

First off, for anyone who doesn’t already know, My Bloody Valentine is a noise-pop band that formed in Dublin in the early 80s. More importantly, on a personal level, they are one of my all-time favorite bands, providing a touchstone for hundreds of musicians to come and for me as music-loving teenager just figuring out who he was.

Their sound, which they were just beginning to find themselves when they released the EP—their first release on the seminal Creation Records; built out from an earlier two-song 7″—was something I always thought of as beauty wrapped in noise. Their use of heavy distortion, pitch-bending, and other dreamy effects situated them firmly in the newly coined genre of shoegazing, but Kevin Shields + company took that sound to the next level, culminating in the epic 1991 full-length, Loveless.

But before that and the slow-motion break-down of the band over the years to follow, came You Made Me Realise, a five-song EP that begins with the title track—a rocking, cacophonous, ear splitting number— and ends with “Drive It All Over Me” which I still hold high as one of the finest pop songs of all time.

I had bought the CD version when it was released in the US, but, with its iconic, slyly dangerous album cover (one of my favorites ever) and the growing obsession with vinyl Katie + I have developed in the wake of the digital music revolution, the original, larger-than-life 12″ became a musical holy grail as soon as saw it.

So a heart-felt ‘thank you’ to my dear love, Katie, for knowing me so very well and being so very generous.

In an attempt to share the love, below you’ll find said fine pop song.

Though rumors of new recordings have been rampant since the band’s 2007 reunion, it does indeed seem that—according to Shields via the band’s Facebook page—a new album has been recorded and mastered as of December 21st. So fingers crossed, Reader. Fingers crossed.

 

I’m looking longingly at planes passing overhead of late.

That line came to mind the other evening for whatever reason as I sat on our stoop and watched the sunset color planes miles above me. It’s true—we have been itching to travel lately but, in the meantime, as we read through books on South America and suss out mutual schedules with friends, we need to find a fix closer to home.

Luckily, the LA-based band Lord Huron writes beautiful, rolling, majestic music that transports you far away, which should come in handy as New York begins it’s slow decent into post-holiday winter weather.

The band began and largely remains, in spirit, the solo project of Michigan-born Ben Schneider. Schneider studied art, living in France + New York before moving to Los Angeles in 2005 to pursue a career in the visual arts, which remains a strong part of his music. Lord Huron began five years later in the summer of 2010, when he spent a week on the shores of Lake Huron recording what would become his debut EP, Into the Sun. From Lord Huron’s label, IAMSOUND:

“For several months he had been writing songs and designing artwork in Los Angeles, though he wasn’t sure exactly where his ideas were headed. There at the lake, where many of his formative experiences had come to pass, Schneider recorded the three songs that would comprise the Into the Sun EP. Like most of his work up to that point, the Into the Sun tracks were heavily influenced by places. Schneider had recently taken trips to Indonesia and Mexico, and the sights and sounds of those places had lingered with him. His return to Lake Huron helped these influences to coalesce. He released the EP online in June and dispersed a small number of CDs complete with the artwork he had been working on. With help from a post by San Francisco bloggers, Yours Truly, the songs quickly gained traction online and Schneider set to work recruiting musicians to help him translate the recordings into a performance. Lord Huron’s first live show was in August 2010.”

A well-recieved second EP—Mighty—followed as did touring as a five-piece. Last fall, the band released their beautiful debut full-length, Lonesome Dreams, and we’ve been wanting to feature them ever since. Their sound will definitely appeal to fans of the first Fleet Foxes album and more tranquil Band of Horses songs—rootsy rock that blends choral vocal melodies and sweeping music. Schneider describes the album’s visual + musical theme accurately as a sort of folk-Western—I kind of think of these songs as stories from some folk-Western series of novels, but it’s got an exotic twist, too. So I had this image in my head of this desert that’s…Western, but it also kind of looks Middle Eastern, and the crescent moon kind of hints to that. And the lone rider reflects the lonesome idea that runs through the record.”

See what he means by giving a listen to Lord Huron’s “Time to Run”, a song that ebbs and flows, moving from quiet twinkling rests to foot-tapping, driving rock. The band also put out little video teasers for songs. You can see the one for the album opener, “Ends of the Earth”, below and the rest on the band’s site.

Listen to Schneider’s first two EPs and download the MP3s on the Lord Huron’s bandcamp page. Buy the vinyl/CD for Lonesome Dreams via District Lines or use this Record Store Day link to find a local record store near you that sells the album. You can also listen to the album via Spotify on the band’s site. So take a trip in your miiiiiiiiiiiiind, maaaaaaaan.

Album + band artwork by Ben Schneider.

1.23.13 Update: Lord Huron has just added a second show to their coming appearance at the Music Hall of Williamsburg since the first one sold out so quickly. The new show will be Sunday, February 24 + tickets will go on general sale this Friday at noon. American Express card holders can buy the tickets as of today at noon. 

New year, new notebook.

In almost every way, being vegan is immeasurably easier than it was when Katie + first eschewed animal products back in the mid-nineties. In our rural Virginia college town, there were only a handful of restaurants that catered to vegetarians or vegans back then and, though some of them still hold a special place in my heart, there wasn’t exactly a wealth of culinary choice. Likewise, back then, an average meal for us consisted of Fantastic Foods falafel mix or a Boca Burger with a slice of bright orange, plasticine Tofutti Soy Cheese. But these days, even outside of large metropolitan centers like New York, vegan options in restaurants and chains like Whole Foods have made healthy, cruelty-free foods more commonplace than ever.

But we have a legitimate problem that sometimes makes vegan eating a hard knock life for the two of us—somewhere in the past sixteen years, we got real picky. Alas, we’ve been lucky enough to eat at many a fine restaurant and have gotten to be damn good cooks, so we simply can no longer abide mediocre food that happens to be vegan. And we’ve found that, while we wholeheartedly support the ideas driving vegan restaurateurs’ efforts, far too many either don’t have the culinary chops to consistently create enjoyable food or they rest too much on their laurels, assuming that vegans will eat at vegan restaurants and simply be happy to have the option to do so. Which is one reason we love supporting non-vegan establishments who make great food and are open to offering equally great vegan options.

The Carroll Gardens, ramen joint, Dassara, is such an establishment.

For anyone who isn’t already familiar with upper-scale, non-Cup-Noodles ramen, the curly wheat noodles and dishes involving them were brought over to the states from traditional Japanese culture, where ramen is usually served in a rich, hot broth with fresh + pickled vegetables. Dassara is a self-described “deli-style” ramen, pushing the envelope with modern food pairings and serving such non-traditional dishes as matzo ball ramen, derived from co-owner Josh Kaplan’s aunt’s recipe for the unleavened dumplings.

Kaplan, along with fellow co-owners, Justin DeSpirito + Lana Yang, opened Dassara this past August as first-time restaurateurs. But, other than noticing the positive effects of that—a striking abundance of creativity in the dishes and an eagerness + energy that shines through with both the menu + the warm, intimate space—you’d never guess any of them were new to the restaurant scene.

As DeSpirito told us, “vegan options are definitely something that we think about and have been trying to develop more of. We are constantly experimenting with our menu—with vegan and non-vegan food—and are trying to get the best of what we come up with in the rotation.” With their ever-evolving, rotating menu and delectable vegan sides and large dishes, we’d have to say they’re off to a superb start.

For our money, the star of the show is their mushroom ramen, featuring mixed wild mushrooms, fresh market greens, seaweed strips, scallions, and the richest, deepest, most flavorful mushroom broth we’ve ever had. We crave it weekly at least. If you order it though, be sure to let them know you want it vegan as it usually comes with a poached egg on top.

Dassara also offers a cold dish—sesame Szechuan noodles in a sesame sauce with Szechuan dressing, kimchi pickled vegetables and smoked tofu; a really lovely bean salad with green + yellow beans, edamame, yuba cracklins (deep-fried soy milk skin), corn + celery, tossed in sansho vinaigrette + served on a whipped silken tofu; a miso-eggplant dip with nori seaweed crisps; and—a farmer’s market favorite of ours—shishito peppers, pan-fried over high heat and served with ginger black vinegar. On that last one, be sure to again ask them to be made vegan—sans fish—and ask them to hold the ginger-scallion mayo. Vegan fillings are featured in their rotating bun specials from time-to-time too, so keep your eye out for those.

Justin also shared a brand new vegan dish they hope to premiere this week—a German-style potato salad with pickled seaweed and okra—”a kind of a German/Japanese combination, which has some precedent in traditional Japanese izakaya food.” We’ll take his word on that last bit and assume that it will be just as delicious as everything else we’ve had there.

Dassara is located at 271 Smith Street in Carroll Gardens between Sackett + Degraw Streets and the Bergen + Carroll Street stops on the F + G lines. They’re open from 5-11PM Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursday; 5PM to midnight Fridays + Saturdays; 5-10PM Sundays; and closed Tuesdays. Their bar is open late and brunch is served 11:30AM – 3PM on the weekend. In addition to all the great food, Dassara also has a nice casual wine list, good rotating draft beers, and an impressive menu of both alcoholic and non-alcoholic mixed drinks.

Pictured below, the mushroom ramen, vegan; their sesame Szechuan noodles; the bean salad; miso-eggplant dip; and the soon-to-premiere German-Japanese potato salad, presentation subject to change. All food photos courtesy of Dassara.





A ragged, forlorn cat—fully clothed—comes to, finding himself on the floor of an abandoned warehouse in downtown LA as the harsh, unforgiving sun rises to greet him once again. He kneels, marking this as his ninth and final life, one that he fills dancing for pocket change in Chinatown, contemplating freedom, mortality, and dinner as he gazes at a tank full of goldfish, and finally collapsing in the scrubby in-between urban wilds of the City of Angels, defeated but finally, truly at rest.

Such is the life of Mr. Quiche. According to the official video, at least.

While we wholeheartedly do not support the naming of the new single from LA band, Wildcat! Wildcat!, “Mr. Quiche” does showcase the trio’s quietly beautiful sound wonderfully. We just have an oddly hard time accepting naming conventions that incorporate food. Bleh.

Wildcat! Wildcat! is Jesse Taylor, Michael Wilson, and Jesse Carmichael—three very beardy friends who played together in various incarnations over the years before officially forming W!W! in 2011. With their falsetto melodies, groovy keyboard lines, and light rhythms, the band’s sound can immediately draw comparisons to the softer songs of Passion Pit, MGMT, or even Foster the People. But they thankfully stop short of the more grating, annoying tones or progressions that those bands can sometimes wander into. Wildcat’s sound is more delicate and subtle, reaching more for a well-constructed, mature song than an easy hook and weaving vocal harmonies that almost sound reminiscent of Fleet Foxes or other more vocal-forward groups.

You can download “Mr. Quiche” and watch their video for the song below. Scroll down a little further to check out two more tracks—”End of the World Everyday” + “The Chief”, the latter of which features a pretty sick sax solo. You can purchase a 7″ of “The Chief”/”Mr. Quiche” via Insound.

Wildcat! Wildcat! is just back from supporting the superb Alt-J—who we wrote up last September—and will be playing SXSW this March, and is doing some local LA shows in the coming weeks. Details here.

Side note—you can still listen to and download that Alt-J track on the fall post, but only for the rest of the week as we’ll be cleaning house over the weekend, deleting all 2012 MP3s out of fairness to both the artists and our server. So we encourage you to browse through the archives when you have a chance before all that music bids you a fond farewell.

Now enjoy yourself some “Mr. Quiche”! *shudder*

Photos by Taylor Woods.

 

We’ve written in the space before about the CSA (community supported agriculture) group we belong to in Brooklyn, but, for anyone who hasn’t heard it before, it essentially works like this—we pay a lump sum to a farmer; said farmer grants us a temporary ‘share’ of the farm which manifests itself in the form of a weekly allotment of in-season produce; said farmer is thus supported by his/her community rather than, say, Monsanto, and we get a direct line of access to fresh food. Awesome, right? Answer: Right. Highly recommended.

One aspect of the particular CSA we belong to is that, since it’s run by its members, you have to work for a few hours every summer, setting up or breaking down the distribution site and making sure everyone picking up knows what’s what. For us, that’s actually a great thing because it means hanging out in a bucolic community garden in Park Slope and unplugging for a little while.

This past summer, while working such a shift, I struck up a conversation with a fellow CSA member who began telling me how she’d gotten into home fermenting as a way to preserve excess vegetables.

I had the same reaction you likely did—that sounds gross, lady, get away from me. As it turns out though, fermenting is just a form of pickling; the original form, in fact. Cultures across the world have been fermenting food as a means of preservation for thousands of years, the fact that most of us love the resulting taste is just a lucky side-effect.

Added bonus with home fermenting—it’s insanely easy. Honestly. Like many people, I had hesitations, worried I’d grow some sort of harmful bacteria and end up poisoning myself, but it’s terribly hard to mess up if done properly.

When I first started in last year, I was going off of my CSA conversation and a resulting reference to a Web site—Wild Fermentation, maintained by the author of The Art of Fermentation, Sandor Ellix Katz, AKA Sandorkraut. Not kidding. But the process described by Mr. Kraut + my fellow CSA member involved fermenting in an open-mouthed container (mason jars in my case) covered with cheesecloth. So there’s a ton of exposure to the open air, which can prove problematic for me at least. Some pickles came out tasting amazing, like my first one—pickled turnip greens + chili pepper flakes; some came out entirely inedible, like my pickled beets, which grew mold on the surface and tasted…like they had grown mold on the surface. I know. Bleh.

But then, a breakthrough—we attended the Peck Slip Pickle Festival at the New Amsterdam Market where I spoke with Lauryn Chun, founder of Mother-in-Law’s Kimchi and author of the new, aptly named cookbook, The Kimchi Cookbook. Her reaction to my problematic method—close that lid, buddy. I don’t know she used those exact words, but, as she told me, traditional kimchi—which is essentially Korean pickled vegetables (you don’t have to make it spicy or use only Napa cabbage)—was made by preparing the vegetables, putting them in lidded clay jars, and then burying them in the ground. So pretty tightly closed up. Turns out pickling is a result of anaerobic fermentation, so you don’t have to have that access to the air to ferment and it’s a little more straightforward if you don’t.

As soon as I got home, I went to work on a special Thanksgiving pickle (pictured above) using fresh cranberries, red cabbage, and beets. The result—well, I love it, but it’s definitely very pungent and likely not everyone’s thang, so to speak. Point is though, the process worked and every pickle since has gone off without a hitch, producing wonderfully unique side dishes and great condiments when we want to add that sour, unami taste to something, as with the pickled red onions we made (in the background above), which are great with tacos.

So how do you do it? Essentially, all you need to do is bring out the natural lactic acid in a vegetable to create a brine and then contain it while it ferments. To do that, you simply cut vegetables up into pieces—the smaller they are, the more quickly they’ll ferment but larger pieces will give more depth of taste—and then salt them with a good, coarse sea salt. Then leave the treated vegetables on a plate to break down for 45-60 minutes or so, depending on how resilient the vegetable is. If you have a vegetable particularly high in water content, like cucumbers or cabbage, you’ll eventually notice liquid pooling around the pieces. That’s what’ll become your brine. Once it seems sufficiently treated—really shouldn’t be much more than an hour, from my experience—place the vegetables in a sealable container (I use these French hermetic glass terrines, which are much less fancy than they sound) and fill with water to submerge the vegetables if the liquid that resulted from salting doesn’t do the job…which it usually doesn’t. Then place the filled container in a fairly cool, dark place like a closet. Be warned that this space could totally smell funkified after a day or two.

As far as how long you should ferment, it depends on the vegetable, how much lactic acid was produced, and how pickley you like things to taste. Mine usually go for 3 days to a week, but just let it sit for a few days and then start trying them every day until you get a taste you want.

If you’re hesitant still but want to give it a try, I’d recommend picking up The Kimchi Cookbook, which, while not an entirely vegan cookbook, does call out ways to make dishes vegan.

Now let’s get pickled!

Cover photo of Chun’s book and other photos below by Sara Remington.