Sunday, November 2, 2008

restaurant review: verre by gordon ramsay (dubai)

I’m very lucky to have an opportunity to visit my third Gordon Ramsay restaurant in a month. This time, I was in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates.

VerreVerre is located inside the Dubai Creek Hilton and is adjacent to the Glasshouse Mediterranean Brasserie, the hotel’s general purpose restaurant. I had two breakfasts and a dinner at Glasshouse during my Dubai stay. The dinner was good, but the breakfasts were, well, English style, and therefore something I really don’t happen to like (for reasons I won’t blog here because they’re irrelevant). I’m told the kitchens are run separately, but both are “overseen” by the same crew. I can’t see how this can possibly be true, because Verre was lightyears different from Glasshouse.

Verre I’ll start with the two things working against Verre – the ambiance and staff. Because it’s inside the Hilton, there’s only so much within their control. There was no table overlooking the kitchen as in other Ramsay restaurants(unless it was in the kitchen itself which I did not see), and the dining room is basically a giant rectangle. Although decorated nicely, it did not have the flair of the the other Ramsay restaurants I’ve visited. And although I never thought I’d say this about any restaurant, the staff was a bit aggressive. There were at least five purple-shirted people working the restaurant, plus a maitre’ d and a manager. At some point in the evening, every person visited my table at least once either running food, bread, refilling my water, or just making sure all was well. At first I thought this was great considering service outside the US sometimes requires flares and arm waving, but I was eating by myself. Mid-way through the meal, I began to wonder if if this would be distracting if I was eating with others. I noticed patrons around me giggling and frustration at the constant visits and explanations as each item is presented to the table – possibly because the accents of some of those delivering the food were so difficult to understand.

Verre is a hybrid fine dining restaurant. I suspect if I wandered into one of Gordon Ramsay’s UK fine dining restaurants wearing jeans and a golf shirt, I may be chased away. But at Verre, I was ok. I’d like to think this is the best of both worlds because you shouldn’t have to wear a jacket to enjoy a fine meal. I ordered the “Fillet of Angus beef with braised onions and salsify served with pomme puree and port jus.” I figured this was a steak and potato, and although fish is touted, I didn’t want fish.

Just after ordering, canapes arrived. One type was fried with a sour cream center, another was a tomato and possibly onion puree. There were a few varieties altogether. Although each was introduced, I struggled to identify what some were and simply didn’t understand the accent of the person running the food or I’d have written it all down; but every one of them was good. Shortly after I finished the canapes, a shot of butternut squash and mushroom soup (possibly a bisque) arrived in an espresso cup. It was frothy on top and the flavors were really well balanced.

Finally, my main course arrived. It was a filet mignon (probably 8oz) with potato puree on the side. The potatoes were similar to mashed potatoes, but basically annihilated in a food processor. I’d have preferred a bit more imperfection and chunkiness, but if they were shooting for silky-smooth and buttery, they nailed it. The filet was cooked a bit more than medium rare (which is what I ordered), could have used a touch more seasoning, and it was surrounded by six to eight little bits of pearl onions and what I believe was asparagus stalks, broiled in au jus. I was surprised the steak was so small, but that just may be I’m so used to US restaurants and the typical US portions size. The steak was topped with sunny-side up little egg. It was ironic the Glasshouse couldn’t figure out breakfast and here was a perfectly cooked egg next door – just 1/4 the size it should be to really eat it. It was cute, but I wasn’t about to try that with my filet so I scooched it over to the side of the plate.

I skipped dessert which was a good idea since they brought complementary little chocolates and a couple of chalk-sized meringues in a small glass.

All in all, it was a very good dinner for a hotel restaurant, though I’d have expected a bit more for a bit less from a Ramsay restaurant, even in the fine dining category. Had all the little creative and tasty extras not come along, the main course would not have scored as high a rating from me.

The lone entree and a glass of bottled still water came to 278 Dirhams (service charge included).

Out of a possible five stars in each category, Verre scored:

Atmosphere:
starstarstar
Food:
starstarstarstar
Service:
starstarstarstar
Value:
starstarstarstar

My opinion: Check it out, if it’s on your way.

dubai: the destination

Dubai at DuskDubai is a fast growing city in the United Arab Emirates. One person mentioned to me UAE is expected to run out of oil within the decade; UAE’s website suggests this will happen within the next 20 years. As a result, UAE is transforming Dubai to be an international playground. Going to and from the hotel to the office last week, I noticed signs for a planned Six Flags, Legoland, and some sort of Marvel characters theme park. The signs for this are down the street from the world’s tallest building (Burj Dubai) and the mall where you can snow ski.

Downtown Dubai I didn’t even try to count the number of buildings I saw under construction, and the bit of Dubai I saw was only a fraction of what’s there. It seems like the entire city one giant construction project. If you’re a crane operator or experienced in architecting or building hi-rises, this is definitely the place to be. Because everything is seemingly starting from scratch, it’s conceivable this is the best possible place in the world for unlimited opportunity.

The whole world says Dubai is and will be world’s international playground. But while in town, I heard stories of low hi-rise occupancy and the challenges of filling existing locations when new Downtown Dubaiones become available every day, properties using money laundered foreign investment money, and forced relocations of ultra-low income blue collar workers illegally residing en masse in what are supposed to be single family villas. Something no one mentioned but I noticed on my own was the smog. I can't imagine what the air quality must be like on summer days. I snapped a picture from the roof of my hotel (that's where they placed the pool) at sunset and snapped another picture from ground level inside the taxi going to work. In both, it's easy to see the air quality is terrible. But this is Dubai after all, if they put their mind to fixing it, I wouldn’t be surprised if they find a way to resolve this.

It seems Dubai may not be as rosy as everyone claims but one thing is for certain: UAE is betting everything they have on building this playground. Time will tell how it turns out.

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Saturday, November 1, 2008

dubai: the journey

City Center in Dubai This week, I visited Dubai in the United Arab Emirates for the first time. From the beginning, I knew this trip was going to be interesting based on who was traveling with me. I couldn’t actually count of course, but I’d say 15%-20% of the people flying with me were construction workers, military contractors, or maybe even mercenaries. Actually, my first thought was the Ultimate Fighting Championship was staging a match in Dubai. The size of these guys, their bicep circumferences, and their tribal tattoos really did scream cage-fighters, but the khaki bags, fat black digital watches, and military-style boots hinted these folks weren’t flying for Ultimate Fighting. They were absolutely not the heads-down, acne-riddled late teens / early twenties soldiers with new boots I see all the time on their way to bootcamp or their first deployment. These were older, serious people. The two next to me in the plane were on their way to Qatar, working as military contractors for the US Army repairing war-damaged equipment.

Burj Dubai Because this trip was rather suddenly decided, I hadn’t really read much to prepare. I was originally supposed to go to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, but that changed when I was in London earlier in the month. Dubai is nothing like what I anticipated Riyadh to be. Once off the plane, I breezed through Passport Control and actually walked right by Customs. There was no documentation to fill out on the plane, and just a single, quick line at the passport desk. From the point at which the plane landed until I was standing in front of an ATM to withdraw Dirhams for my taxi, I believe it was less than 30 minutes (I didn’t check a bag).

Conversely, departing Dubai was a completely different story. I had to pass through the first line at X-Ray & metal detectors to get to the second line at check-in/ticket counter. Then I had to pass through a quick third line to show the boarding pass so I could stand in a fourth line at Passport & Immigration Control. After that, there was a fifth line for X-Ray & metal detectors to proceed to the gates, which was followed by a sixth line just outside the actual gate. Once through the sixth line, I was finally in the gate area waiting to board. For Delta, this means waiting until they call the boarding zone, and one last seventh line while waiting to board. I was in lines one through six from the moment I arrived at 9:15 PM until I entered the gate area at 11:15 PM for my 11:45 PM flight. I didn’t even have time to shop for souvenirs.

The flights to and from ATL were non-stop, each more than 14 hours in the air. Neither of my standby-to-upgrade requests cleared, so I was in coach in both directions. I was lucky to have a bulkhead seat on the way to DXB, but was in a standard coach seat on the return. The flight back was really the more difficult of the two red-eyes, because I was up at 7 AM local time and working at the office until 4 PM. I did the math in the taxi to the house at 7:30 Thursday morning. I realized I last got out of bed at 11 PM Tuesday night Atlanta time (there’s an eight hour time difference between Dubai and Atlanta).

Getting to and from Dubai was certainly easier with non-stop flights, but I can’t say it was an easy trip. Should I ever return, I now know more of what to expect when traveling.

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