When uncredentialed
food critics (like me) sing the praises of a restaurant, their fulsome rants might
not garner much notice, but when professional chefs and critics are
unabashedly effusive about that same restaurant, you'd be well advised
to listen.
Graze,
launched in December, 2002 by chef luminary Jennifer James, has had all
the cognoscenti waxing poetic. La Cocinita magazine's
best chef award winner for 2002, James has been all but beatified, so
prolific is her reputation. Renown for melding seemingly disparate
ingredients into concordant meals, she is as much an artist as a chef.
Note: In September, 2006, Jennifer James ended her
affiliation with Graze, leaving it in the hands of her business
partner Michael Chesley. On January 27, 2007, Graze closed for
good.
Appropriately named,
Graze specializes in tapas, Spanish appetizers that can also form an
entire meal when several are ordered together. Tapas dishes are
generally quite small and can be both simple or elaborate. Even
though I understood that dining concept, I didn't quite "get
it" during our inaugural visit accustomed as I am to the huge
portions served at most restaurants.
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We lamented the
short-lived pate grand-mere with cornichons (sour crisp
pickles made from tiny gherkin cucumbers), grainy mustard and walnut
bread and bemoaned the tantalizing tease that was a perfectly
seasoned satay.
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We mourned after
consuming the last essence of grilled tournedos of beef,
potato gratin with arugula, pepper jus and crispy peppers and we
paid loving tribute to a plate of orange-tequila braised pork
ribs with smashed potatoes and greens garnished with roasted
peanuts.
Every nibble was a
pleasurable dining adventure for each of our 10,000 rapt taste buds, but
the transitory gratification was somehow superceded by the sense of loss
we felt as each morsel on each plate had been lustily consumed.
During our second
visit, rather than fret because each plate left us wanting more, we
relished the opportunity to once again try several tapas and in ordering
plates that provided complementary taste contrasts. That second
visit took place during the second week in which Graze featured a Sunday
brunch to go along with its seasonal menu. A better brunch we've
never had in Albuquerque.
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Our gustatory orgy
began with a "Graze plate" in which we noshed on
harissa (a North African spice mixture containing chiles ground with
cumin, garlic, coriander and olive oil) spiced olives, pickled
asparagus (the best I've ever had) and an Indian curried vegetable
salad somewhat reminiscent of the chow-chow served in the Deep
South. Organic greens were brought to life by a lively
mango-chipotle vinaigrette in a salad we shared.
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We slathered
unsalted apricot and cherry butter on fluffy biscuits then topped
them with generous amounts of mango preserves, an indulgence in
consonant excellence.
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Hunanese
potatoes, fingerling roasted potatoes with scallions and Thai
chilis, a creative alternative to conventional roasted potatoes,
wowed our taste buds.
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Seared Hawaiian
sunfish with a spicy peanut-lime sauce was the coup de grace.
The lightly breaded, flaky white fish filet was a fabulous fish--not
too "fishy" tasting and ameliorated, not dominated by the
spicy, citrus sauce. It's the type of filet of which you'd
never tire.
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The dessert menu
features several tempting sweet treats including a bowl of cardamom
chocolate chip ice cream imbued with the flavor of Swedish
cardamom cake and premium chocolate chip ice cream. It was a
fitting topper to a tapas meal you can't top in Albuquerque.
I could expend several
pages feebly trying to describe other plates we had during subsequent
visits, but words fall woefully short of describing just how wonderful
the Graze experience is. I can try to describe the ancho BBQ
spare ribs and tell you about the lacquered BBQ sauce the color of
orange marmalade that glazes the tender, meaty ribs...or wax poetic
about housemade desserts (such as the refreshing key lime and red chile
ice cream), but really, you've got to try them to really understand.
It's
readily apparent from her almost preternatural melding of ingredients
that Jennifer James has a vivid imagination and the creativity to
translate that imagination into plates of utter deliciousness. It
also appears her creativity extends beyond the kitchen. Some of
the ads she ran on the Alibi
might be considered blasphemous, prompting the wickedly brilliant
Albuquerque blogger Pika Brittlebush to proclaim on the Duke
City Fix that Jennifer James is going to hell.