Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chicago. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Life, On The Line: Revisiting Alinea

I used to read a lot as a kid. My preference had generally been for non-fiction, although my favorite type was the fictional ones that had chunks of reality, intricately interwoven in them. As I grew up I abandoned reading books as a hobby so you can imagine what it must have been like carrying a hardcover book with me everyday after so many years. It was a birthday gift, nevertheless - and a poignant one that brings back memories of those magical moments some time ago.

Life, On The Line. A Chef's Story of Chasing Greatness, Facing Death and Redefining the Way We Eat.

The first time I read about Alinea on a Chicago forum I was practically smitten. The concept of the restaurant, and its subtleties that convey the ambition and drive of the chef wowed me. And then it happened. A dinner at Alinea that was filled with surprises of the wonderful kind. I had read quite a bit about the restaurant before, but words simply didn't do justice to it - the food, the environment, the service, the wine pairing, the entire experience. The occasion was my birthday, but that's hardly what the three of us remember it for anymore. In its entirety it was quite simply the best meal of our lives.

Two years later I receive a gift at my doorstep - the story of Alinea's head chef and owner Grant Achatz. The book begins as an autobiography by Achatz himself, vaguely detailing his earliest memories of his childhood and the little events and occasions that shaped his path to becoming one of the world's greatest chefs. Early on it becomes apparent that Achatz' drive has always been his ambition, and this characteristic of his is emphasized quite repetitively over the course of the autobiography.

It is interesting to note how he started off working under other famous chefs - namely Charlie Trotter (Charlie Trotters' of Chicago) and Thomas Keller (The French Laundry of Napa Valley) - and his opinion of working with them. He also mentions a few other chefs he gets acquainted with along the way; some who need no introduction in today's world such as Ferran Adria, Anthony Bourdain and Richard Blais. Once he becomes head chef and establishes Trio as one of America's top restaurants, the book's substance begins to run dry for a few pages - before Nick Kokonas walks into the scene. All of a sudden, there is a change in font - indicating Kokonas' point of view. The new perspective certainly adds a breath of freshness at this point, and soon enough the building blocks of Alinea begin to fall in to place. The idea of using two different fonts to differentiate Achatz' and Kokonas' recollections and switching back and forth between them was definitely a risky one - but in this case it worked quite well. I simply saw it as an extension of the risky yet inventive creativity that has made Alinea what it is today.

As I sat reading through the decisions made on Alinea's interior design, I couldn't help but reminisce further on my own experience at the restaurant. From the deceptive fuschia-lit entrance hallway; to the spiral glass staircase and bare-topped wooden tables, I marveled at the genius of the intention and how well it had worked for me. With Alinea's success apparent and Achatz finally meeting the love of his life, the story rather abruptly turns sour with Achatz being diagnosed with Stage IV tongue cancer. During the period of Achatz' aggressive treatment at University of Chicago, Kokonas aptly takes a bigger role in the recollection of events. The depth of their friendship - despite being only a couple of years old and not to mention being forged over a business partnership - begins to surface quite beautifully at this stage.

All in all - the book is well-written without any over-the-top language, although I must confess I found Achatz' recollections at times lacking a personal side to it. In looking to thoroughly drive home how his ambitious nature and never-give-up attitude got him to where he is today, I do get the feeling that there are certain things and possibly even some people he has overlooked through it all. On a more personal note it was nice to once again hold a hardcover book before me and simply escape the surrounding world as it moves by. Perhaps I'll get into the habit of reading again.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Clear Skies On The Eternal Horizon

Times are good. Work has slowed tremendously over the last few weeks, and life has been quite enjoyable to say the least. The indulgent nature of all this fun in recent times does take a toll on the wallet, but I figure there's no harm so long it doesn't become a habit. What's more - next week is filled with travel plans stretching across the peninsular.

Let there be banter; let there be laughter..
In this stirring quest for fun.. we will not falter.

Hopefully with all this new-found spare time, immortalizing my recollection of the upcoming travails in this blog shouldn't be too much trouble.

It's nice to feel like I finally have some time to spare. Suddenly I feel extremely vibrant again.. a feeling that I last experienced almost 2 years ago in Chicago. Certainly brings back some wonderful memories to mind.

Friday, December 31, 2010

To A New Year - 2011

Just a few more minutes before we usher in a whole new year. I wonder what this really says about me - sitting home and blogging a few minutes away from New Year's Day. As I sit here pondering, mental pictures of my experiences over the last 365 days flash across my mind in relatively random order.

2010. It really has been a very different year in my life. After spending the last 17 years in formal education, this year began with me being officially unemployed: no more the student; just a jobless graduate. It started out with much excitement, as I looked forward to my first job and giving it my all. Things however didn't go according to plan (quite naturally), and I ended up spending a good third of the year pursuing a lot of non-academic interests. I began experimenting quite a bit with my cooking: from the chicken lasagna and masala chicken to the lemon tarts and vanilla pudding. I also began concocting cocktails, where I truly found an enjoyable hobby and am able to express my creative side (which really is quite limited though.. lol). I also began learning basic Spanish, although I figure not having another Spanish speaker to practice it with hurts my progress (damn where are those senoritas when you need em'??)

Then came the trip back home, where I really ramped up my search for a job. After a short stint with my dad's friends' company, I began formally as a process engineer at Aker Solutions. And lo! Gone were the days where my mind ran free while time seemed to creep ever so slowly. Suddenly.. I began to miss my unemployed days in the US, when everything just seemed so much simpler. In retrospect, those truly represent my halcyon days.

The highlights.. The beginning moments of the year at Las Vegas with Julian, Cheng Khang and Kwong Hann. The surprise birthday celebration in my apartment with a few rounds of Dominion. The totally unexpected fine dining experience at what is now America's No. 1 restaurant, Alinea. The graduation ceremony under rather pleasant Chicago skies. The few hours layover in Istanbul on my way back from Chicago. The dozens of interviews where I had a chance to meet some outstanding individuals. Last but certainly not least: The return to where I was born.. the place I call home.

Goodbye 2010.

Happy New Year everyone!!

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Final Days In Chicago

It has been some time now. Almost two months to date. The memories still remain; freshly chiseled onto the inner walls of my cranium. I figure the purchase of my ticket back home aboard Turkish Airlines would make a good starting point.. The beginning of the end of my days in Chi-city.

Once I purchased the ticket, everything began to move fast. My roommates and I decided to use a freight service (IQ Global Logistics) to send most of our stuff in the US back home. Quite a price we paid for it - certainly a bad decision on our part. Either way, after more than 2 months, the shipment finally arrived last week, upon which we had further problems and necessary payments before we could grab our boxes. Then there was the moving-out phase, and how apt it was that our stipulated move-out date was 15th of May, 2010 - the exact same day as our graduation ceremony.

Alex was the first to leave on his final tour of US cities, before Kwong Hann's parents arrived and he practically evacuated as well. With that I was left with my Iranian housemate, Ehsan to clean up all the general areas of the apartment. I slogged for almost a week on clearing the place up before we finally handed the key. What does disappoint me, though is the fact that our landlord, Mr. Soontorn Sucksuphan refused to return our deposit that added up to almost US$2000. I personally found it even more painful given how hard I worked at cleaning the messes of previous tenants who were there way before we moved in. Sigh.. All is well.

The next morning was our graduation ceremony, and I guess I was a little tired after practically working up to midnight on the apartment the previous night. Either way, the ceremony went pretty well. The weather was on the chilly side, but that's about as much as one could complain about it. Here are some photos, mostly courtesy of Wai Kit's camera phone.











A Bachelor's Degree in Chemical Engineering. Finally, I am in possession of a deceivingly humble piece of paper that certifies my abilities and competency as a chemical engineer. Of course, the magna cum laude honors didn't hurt either. A part of me wishes that my parents were there, but another part of me knows they will be there when I complete my postgraduate studies in the future. My uncle and cousin made it, though and I am truly grateful to them for everything.

Right after the graduation I was off on my uncle's car to West Liberty, Iowa where I spent a couple of days with the family prior to my departure. After spending two days primarily with my cousin Kalai and tending to Dovie and Flicka, I took the Megabus across the state to Des Moines, where I visited Julian. It was nice that I finally managed to explore downtown Des Moines on foot, and had a wonderful two days there. I am really glad I made the trip to Iowa prior to leaving the US.. I especially appreciate both my uncle and Julian taking days off from their jobs to entertain me..

Another Megabus trip later, I was back in the windy city. I really enjoyed those final days. Joe, Kyle, Bing, James, Xuan - thank you so much for playing such an integral part in making my final few days in the city all the more memorable. I am certain we will meet again at some point in our lives, and boy do I look forward to those times.

With that, I bade goodbye to the city of Chicago.. a truly wonderful city. The soothing breeze, those bitter winds; the blooming buds of spring, those dying leaves of fall. A city that never failed to lighten my mood - even in the most bitter of snowstorms.

Life must go on, yet these roots I will always cherish. A few more photographs, if to merely conclude this chapter in my life with a sugar-coating..