In another of our attempts to show that life does indeed exist outside of San Francisco, here's another review of something worth checking out in the East Bay.
We were searching for the perfect romantic spot for Valentine's Day, a restaurant where we could eat extravagantly without paying through the snout, a dinner where we could indulge our twin loves -- for our sweetheart, and for pork.
Oakland's B Restaurant (or just "B," apparently), promised to be such a place. Since the establishment's doors opened across its refurbished 120-year-old mosaic tile floor in 2005, reviewers have unanimously noted the New American-style restaurant's inventiveness, use of fresh local organic ingredients, occasional odd substitutions on plates -- made without comment, and UNANIMOUSLY praised one dish: The Duroc Pork Chop.
But, lo, on this night at the B, there was no pork chop to be had, Duroc or otherwise. Why? Chef Saman Javid (formerly of Fork in San Anselmo) explained to us that when he took over the menu in January 2007, like any good chef he wanted to make it his own. Plus seasonal means seasonal, meaning change happens, people — get on board with it. Javid says the chop may reappear at some point.
Chop or no chop, we still had to eat. To start we ordered a selection of raw oysters ($2 each), Skookums, Hama Hamas, Miyagis, and Kumamotos, fresh salty-sea delightful, though the accompanying blood orange granita was tasty but a smidge overpowering for the delicate bivalves.
By Julie, contributing
Next, the half-lobster two-ways ($20): a steamed claw served cold over shaved celery, fennel fronds, and slivers of green apple in an unassuming citrus and truffle oil vinaigrette, paired with a warm butter-poached tail on a bed of sweet potato puree, beside a caviar-like shiny huckleberry gastrique. Presented on a long white rectangular plate, the dish looked like many we'd admired lo these last thirteen episodes of Top Chef Season 2, and tasted like what we'd imagined those two-ways things would taste like. Art-imitates-life-imitates-art.
We also tried the Ahi tuna appetizer ($16), sliced sashimi-style on a papaya, habañero, key lime emulsion with a jicama salad -- a dish the waiter swore would knock our sea-faring socks off. But it was the lobster that had really given us the Valentine's love. While also pretty as a picture, this dish surprisingly left us a little flat.
The Caesar salad ($9) came next: perfectly crisp cold romaine, classic, light, creamy dressing expertly balanced between Parmesan and anchovy, and satisfyingly crunchy garlicky croutons.
In lieu of pork, we were steered (get it, steered?) to the 8-hour braised veal Osso Bucco ($30). It was everything you could want from a Valentine's entrée: creamy meat, creamy roasted potatoes, both with textures like firm puddings, sublimely subtle flavoring in the rosemary-tinged veal jus.
Our only complaint was that the damp pile of mache alongside tasted rather past its use-by date. (Our waiter blamed this on the greens being "organic." We are certain we could have pushed for a more apologetic response from management but decided to stick to the love vibe instead.)
We closed with B's divine coffee, a boutique roast bean delivered fresh and warm from Hayward's Chatz Roasting Company, and a slice of triple cream Fromage d'Affinois. We guess that on this busy night, the kitchen had run out of proper bread, because the hastily sliced and grilled hamburger bun just could not have been the originally intended accompaniment.
Despite these minor issues, so minor that we are embarrassed we even bothered to articulate them, B was a treat. The lobster is no longer available, but Chef Saman says the Osso Bucco is going to stay for a while, which we think is good news.



There is also a "B" in Yerba Buena Gardens, upstairs, next to Samovar. Good food in an amazing space.