By Karen Ann Monsy
With his shock of salt and pepper hair, Yann Bernard Lejard is unmistakable in a crowd. But then, he’s usually the one surrounded by a crowd in fine dining settings. The French executive chef at The Ritz-Carlton, Bahrain, is best known for being something of a Pollock of the restaurant world. Like the famed abstract expressionist painter, Yann too is lauded for his plating techniques that involve pouring or splashing ‘sauces’ in a style most reminiscent of Pollock’s own. Regularly invited abroad to demonstrate his skills, Yann is happy to plate his dishes with a heaping side of drama that often involves jumping, tossing and blowing techniques that make SaltBae look rather tame. It’s all about bringing high art to the table, he says — and it’s enough to make everyone whip out their phones for the show, every single time. Excerpts from an interview:
Continue reading French chef in Bahrain plates like a famous American artist
By Bikram Vohra
Every now and then people decide to go ‘exotic’ and enjoy something different for dinner. For most of us it is an adventure without any adventure in it. If we go for Thai we invariably order red curry, green curry or Khao Pad, which is just fried rice. Nobody orders Larb Leuat Neua (Raw Beef with Uncooked Blood) Mok Huak (Developing Tadpoles) or Larb Mote Daeng (Red Ants Eggs).
Continue reading I want to know, who really eats the exotic stuff on the menu?
By Keith Pereña
Storytime. Earlier this week, a good friend of mine sent me a link which took me to a strange story in the online mag Timeout Tokyo. It was headlined “KFC Japan creates three-finger gloves to keep your hands clean.” No sooner had I got a glimpse of the headline that I shot her a message. “Only three fingers? That’s finger racism!” I replied, following it up with a chicken emoji. Only after savouring the report did I begin to realise how outrageous the idea was.
Continue reading Finger lickin’ good? For God’s sake, free up my fingers
By Sushmita Bose
The word breakfast — the portmanteau of “breaking the fast” — has me tied up in knots. I’m not a breakfast person, it’s my least favourite meal of the day, and whenever someone tells me, “Let’s meet for breakfast”, my heart sinks a little bit, because, well, it’s bound to be a meeting where the way to my heart will definitely not be through my stomach.
Continue reading How about breakfast at noon, or maybe at midnight?
By Nivriti Butalia
Earlier this week, I received an email (or a press release, as we call it) that said, ‘President of the Emirates Culinary Guild, Chef Uwe Micheel disclosed that Instagram age “is a nightmare for chefs!”’
Continue reading Does anyone think your food shots are a total nightmare?
By Kelly Clarke
Chucky. It was the nickname given to me by my parents when I was about three or four years old. The name came off the back of a photo they took during a day out at the beach. Continue reading World’s Strongest Man 2017 eats three chickens a day
By Maán Jalal
Food is more than just nourishment. Food is more than just about taste. Food is also culture. How you eat something is often, or not, connected to the culture you’re from or live in. People who eat with their hands are a world away from people who have a specific set of cutlery for each part of a meal, or people who eat in wooden utensils. Continue reading Kindly skip the cutlery, and eat that meat pie with your hands