When we arrived we couldn't find the door. After much stumbling around at several locked glass doors, we noticed a large party conversing against some curtains, and I realized they were blocking the doorway. We made our way around this rather thoughtless crowd (a story for another day) and into the restaurant. Our companions had already been seated and waved us over, so I took this opportunity to thoroughly check out the restaurant's decor and furnishings on my way to our table. My impressions were all extremly positive. After spending a large part of the past twenty years mounting theatrical productions, I believe I have developed a deep appreciation for the "staging" techniques used in other mediums. Restaurants that set their stage well can by doing so, successfully enhance the diner's pleasure. This is such a place. It's a study in light airy fixtures, smooth laquered wood, beautifully laid out spaces, a lovely bar. It is a setting that evokes adventure, and then there's the name... Tamarine.
Tamarine checked her bag for her ticket as she entered the dining car. She found a seat at the first empty table, the one closest to him. Her pale skin reflected the moonlight streaming through the window as the train sped through the mountains. Tamarine tapped her cigarette against the teak of the windowsill. She flicked her lighter open unsuccessfully. Her hands were shaking. She was nervous. She needed a stiff drink.
I ordered one of the house specialty cocktails. The Orchid The drink was pretty and strong. A winning combination of rum with yuzu. Sweet but not too, too --- mostly really refreshing. It had an odd familiarity, it tasted like a lightly chilled, not-so-hot toddy.
Her appetizer was a platter of small steamed dumplings. Tamarine wasn't accustomed to Asian food, but she stabbed at one of them tentatively with her fork. She took her first bite of the spicy pork, and though the flavor was unfamiliar, it was good. Suddenly she was hungry.
It is January. Even in California that means cold winter weather, which in turn, means if I am offered it, I'll order a soup. We selected two kinds of soup to share between the four of us. A Kabocha-Corn Soup, which is a creamed mixture of a lovely meaty Japanese winter squash, mingled with corn (again, yay!) and coconut. They infuse the liquid with lemongrass which gives a nice acidic balance to the creamy, savory broth. It was hearty and delicious. Squash makes a great soup. The consistency just lends itself to being creamed and strained to perfection, kabocha has an exceptional sweet flavor naturally, even sweeter than butternut squash. It is similar in texture and flavor to a cross between a pumpkin and a sweet potato. This starch adds a sugary component to the mix, and the other seasonings blended together to arrive at a very pleasing flavor, balancing the natural sugar well with the other ingredients. Our second soup was a Ha Long Bay Soup a thin green consomme, with a nice coconut flavor as its strongest component, followed by notes of coriander. The many lovely crab wontons bobbing about in the broth completed it nicely.
Tamarine sipped her green tea anxiously, allowing the heat of the cup to warm her hands. Her fingers were stiff with cold. Maybe she was too close to the window. She gazed through the glass at the snowy landscape as it flew by. The gentleman sitting at the table across from her was staring. She could see his reflection in the mirror. Tamarine looked away quickly, but she could feel his eyes boring into her. A self-conscious flush crept up the back of her neck.
Tamarine tasted her steak. It was delicious. The chef had prepared it just the way she liked it. She dabbed her lips carefully with her napkin, taking care not to smudge her lipstick. She reached for her drink and knocked her napkin to the floor. Before she knew it, he had handed it back to her. Who was he. Why was he on this train. What did he want from her?
We topped off the evening with a Butterscotch Pot de Creme w Golden Blondies which was a rich ‘pudding’ completely and unabashedly butterscotch. It had by its side several very moist and chewy blonde brownie bars. We also shared a Strawberry Lemon parfait a standard parfait, nicely put together with the flavor of the lemon serving to cut the cream and a act as a nice balance to the sweetness of the strawberries. Both desserts were nice, simple sweet treats. Nothing amazing, but well prepared. It was a nice refreshing way to finish a great meal.
The evening was a celebration, so I decided to go all out. I ended the evening by ordering a coffee liquer drink that was well, almost too strong. The flavor, instead of coffee, was pretty much all brandy, with a dash of cream floating in the coffee at the center of a big snifter. I couldn't finish it. It kinda kicked my ass a little. Just too decadent.
Everything else was amazing. It was a lovely evening, and I really enjoyed my companions and our conversation. I am fairly sure that if you are a fan Thai or other similar Asian cuisines, you will love this place. Check it out for yourself, and Bon Appetit!
Tamarine pushed her chair away from the table. She had eaten too much, almost finishing the entire steak. She was embarrassed. Ladies didn't eat large quantities in public. She darted a glance over at the table across from her to see if he was watching. His chari was empty. She sighed. She'd missed her chance to speak to him. Tamarine rose to return to her sleeping car. She found herself a little unsteady on her feet. A voice from behind surprised her. "May I buy the lady a brandy?"
546 University Avenue
Palo Alto, CA 94301-1901
Table size: perfect for many many dishes