Rum Raisin Vanilla Milk Rice Pudding at Mr. and Mrs. Bund

Mr. and Mrs. Bund – Shanghai

It’s nice having visitors.  Take that with a grain of salt because I’m very new here (Shanghai) myself, but regardless, out-of-towners tend to lead to worthy, if not extravagant, meals.  We all had to hustle a bit for this one – the kitchen was closing soon, and I had just gotten in from Changsha in Hunan province, and Myra and her sister and brother were heading over from a visit to the fabric market for tailored clothes and to a *ahem* very reputable forum for *ahem* very authentic handbags, sneakers, and the like.  But our collective hunger was probably a good thing, and it’s nice that Myra and her family are fairly adventurous food lovers.

With prime location on the sixth floor of an upscale shopping center in the middle of the Bund, facing out across the river at Pudong’s skyscrapers, the restaurant is home to long-time Shanghai-based French chef Paul Pairet.  I’ve never looked at the regular food menu, but I imagine it can be rather daunting, since the lunch prix fixe listing was already tough to manage (in a good way).  Relative to the a-la-carte menu, Mr. and Mrs. Bund’s lunch set is a deal (200RMB for two courses, 250RMB for three), without sacrificing the a-la-carte menu’s broad selection of appetizers and entrees.

The meal started with an airy, lemony can of tuna mousse and a basket of various warm breads (not pictured), a good initial sign of the restaurant”s sophistication.  We ordered with sharing in mind: beef carpaccio venise, steamed asparagus, arugula mushroom truffle salad, and foie gras mousse with raisin hazelnut crumble (the last one mine).

The mousse was good, rich and flavorful – but the raisin hazelnut crumble was too distracting, almost dessert-like.  Despite its simplicity, the steamed asparagus (with the can of olive oil supplied by the waiter) was my favorite.

For the mains: black cod in a bag (mine), scallops lemon-ginger, and long short rib teriyaki, again all to share.

The black cod was delicious, tender and well-marinated in Cantonese sauce.  I’m not sure how different this “heat-proof bag” the cod was supposedly simmered in was from cooking sous vide, but I’d mainly wanted relatively lighter fare than the short ribs, which Myra and I had really enjoyed the last time we were here.

For dessert, I got the rum raisin vanilla milk rice.  In contrast to the foie gras mousse, I really liked the difference in texture from top to bottom, and also that the dessert wasn’t overly sweet.  I guess rice pudding generally isn’t, but with the toppings, it could’ve been overdone.

Hopefully, we’ll catch the lunch set on a day with better weather.  We agreed to a table indoors and without a view (there are both outdoor seating and window-side tables) mostly because of the dreary rain, but I imagine there are some days when the view can actually be cheerful.

Mr. and Mrs. Bund
Bund 18, 6/F, 18 Zhongshan Dong Yi Lu (near Nanjing Dong Lu)
Shanghai 20002

Recommendations:
(1) Asparagus XL Bearnaise, (2)  Black Cod in a Bag, (3) Long Short Rib Teriyaki, and (4) Rum Raisin Vanilla Milk Rice Pudding

Torched Tuna Tataki at Goga

Goga – Shanghai

For Myra’s birthday, we went to Goga, a very well-received, California-inspired eatery in the French Concession.  At street-level, the restaurant is a small outfit, a handful of dining tables with a few squished seats at the bar – at the intersection of a few nondescript streets and across from a Lawson’s convenience store, the restaurant seems to revel a bit in its humble surroundings.

When I first got to Shanghai, she’d given me a one-week runway until I got sick of eating Chinese food (I’m not sure what she thought I ate growing up in a Chinese family).  My second week here, I spent some time in Hunan; Myra swears I came back clamoring for Western food.  And I suppose I was, but part of it was having to eat the same garlic-and-pepper-laden dishes and some sketchy roadside cafeterias (a generous label for what were basically gas stations serving food).  That’s the story I’m stubbornly sticking with, anyway.

No, but seriously, I’m back on the Shanghai grind (Chinese classes started two weeks ago), so in spite of the Hunan trip, I am eating Chinese more often than not (and liking it).  But the good thing is that when I do get a hankering for something more upscale American, Goga is a bona fide go-to spot.

The food was generally very good (my only complaint being the particular cut on the spice-rubbed KC ribeye steak).  Was it worth the city-wide acclaim?  Perhaps by comparison to the other California-themed food here (Element Fresh, California Pizza Kitchen).  On absolute terms?  Maybe.  But I didn’t go in expecting Ad Hoc or Benu, so I came away happy.

What was particularly memorable about our dinner were the sauces.  The lemon tarragon aioli on the West Coast lobster roll was an excellent contrast to the mayonnaise-y or buttery lobster rolls I’ve had elsewhere, and paired with a buttered chunk of corn on the cob.  The miso soy mustard that came with torched tuna tataki reminded me of a Thai peanut sauce and went surprisingly well with a neatly sliced slab of tuna, with furikake adding texture.  If I order salads at all, I prefer them messy, and my favorite salads are either sweet or savory (like an arugula pear salad or salad lyonnais).  That’s why I liked the sweet dressing on the duck confit salad (raspberry vinaigrette?), because it worked with the greens and the savory, crisped duck as well.

The KC ribeye was nicely charred, but just a bit much in quantity after all of that (just as the host/waiter had warned).  I don’t remember much about the horseradish sherry gastrique, but the candied bacon and duck fat-roasted potatoes were tasty.

Myra’s been to the restaurant a few times before, enough for Goga to be very generous with wine and a complementary chocolate mousse for dessert (complete with birthday candle).  At first, I was really confused, in part because we didn’t order the chocolate mousse, and because the host, just after bringing me the check and just before bringing the mousse, jabbed me in the ribs:

Me, rubbing my ribs: “That guy just fondled me, I think – oh, nevermind.” [as the host sets the mousse on the table, and immediately starts signing.  He gets through a full line of the song before I realize I am in fact supposed to join in.]

At least that explains the rib-jabbing.  Well, next time I get poked in the side, I will just start singing ‘Happy Birthday’, no matter what.  And I will expect some chocolate mousse for my trouble.

Goga
1 Yueyang Lu, near Dongping Lu 

Recommendations:
(1) West Coast Lobster Roll, (2) Torched Tuna Tataki, (3) Duck Confit Salad, and (4) Chocolate Mousse
I hear there is an excellent off-the-menu cheeseburger, as well as outdoor seating on the restaurant rooftop on nights with better weather.