Deliverance @ Mamou: Home Kitchen
Friday, August 1st, 2008
One of Bubba’s high school friends, Charles Lu, is leaving for New York to study photography. Eric asked Bubba to ask me if I had any suggestions where to celebrate Charles despedida dinner. They wanted to meet somewhere around Fort and since I meant to give Mamou’s steak another go, I suggested to bring the party of 15 there.
Their menu is a list of tempting dishes like the roast pork and chicken, citrus rubbed pork and chicken served with helpings of buttered onions, red or white rice, cinnamon plantains, and black beans. Made, Eric’s pretty girlfriend, who was seated next to me, checked what I could recommend. I pointed to the roast pork and chicken.
On the Table (Our orders only):
While munching on the buttered wheat bread, I deliberated on what to order. I decided to get the steak again and an appetizer. I asked Bubba what his order was and he said the Beer Battered fish with a tone of finality. He knew I’d suggest something new to try, like the lamb venison (Woo’s order), but with the look he had on his face, I knew that the BBF (Beer Battered Fish) is his newfound BFF (Best Friend Forever). Finally, we settled on our orders of Melba Chips, 17lb Angus Steak, Beer Battered Fish, and Frozen Mojito.
Fran suggested that I get this when I told her last Tuesday during the Healthy Shabu Shabu event about a Mamou revisit. I promised to try it. It is a starter plate of crunchy but soft Melba chips paired with a mushroom dip drizzled with truffle oil. Like no other, the smell of truffle can delight the senses.
US Angus Prime rib-eye served with your choice of siding. Since the two sidings we previously ordered hit a home run, we ordered in a single breath the same sidings of corn pudding and red steak rice. It was served earlier than the 20-minute mark and what good timing because I could not contain my excitement to sink my teeth in the red meat. Rome came to the table and announced that it was complimentary. Cheers!!! The steak Bubba and I ordered this evening was the replacement of the steak we previously ordered.
My primal urge to grab the meat with my bare hands had to be contained. Oh don’t you just wish to be back in the Paleolithic era where fork and knife were unreal? The steak was so good that Charles loutishly grabbed more than a few pieces of steak (more than what I had) from the plate. I wanted to defend the plate with my fork and say, “Hey be decent and order your own. This is my only food!”
The greenest mojito drink I have ever laid eyes on with purplish brown salt on the glass. It was a big drink and as much as I’d like to finish the whole drink, I couldn’t.
The family behind Mamou takes great pride in operating this delightful and splendid restaurant that constantly strive for perfection. Mamou combines the sophistication of modern day cuisine and a home kitchen. The results are sublime.


