Napa and the North  

Two Western Canadian chefs who headed south are helping to define wine-country cuisine in northern California’s most important kitchens.

 


Napa wines we all know already: super-cabs and fruit-bomb pinots, rich chardonnays and bright sauvignon blancs. But food in the Napa Valley is equally as notable. On a recent tour of the valley with Canadian chefs and Napa culinary stars Barbara Alexander and Adam Busby, it seemed impossible to stop the car without encountering
some exquisite buratta cheese, or strawberries so pungent you smell them before opening the car door, or, for that matter, wild asparagus and fennel growing rampant along the roadside.

This is Napa’s power-foodie couple: Alexander is executive chef and director at the Napa Valley Cooking School, while Busby is director of education at the Greystone Campus of the Culinary Institute of America (the most prestigious culinary school in North America, or, some would say, the world). They are two of British Columbia’s brightest culinary exports. Busby is the former executive chef
of Bishop’s in Vancouver, and was chef and co-owner of the celebrated Star Anise in the mid-1990s. Alexander apprenticed at Vancouver’s Pan-Pacific Hotel before guiding the legendary Paramount Restaurant in Sydney, Australia, to accolades that included best restaurant in the South Pacific.

I would have happily taken my wife and son to visit Alexander, Busby and their young daughter, Ava, just for the pleasure of having chefs make us dinner in their home. But seeing them in their Napa workplaces also revealed much about the culinary philosophy that has made them stars.

Kitchen Confidential
There is something clandestine about the back-of-house areas of the CIA Greystone, an impressive stone building which once housed the world’s largest winery. “There may even be hidden cellars behind here,” Busby says of 13 passageways that collapsed during the Loma Prieta earthquake of 1989. As I walk with him through 17,000 square feet of foodie facilities, I get the sense of trade secrets revealed. Here you have massive banks of gas and induction ranges, a wine appreciation centre with a pressurized air system, and the Flavor Discovery Center, where food companies can test products in a kitchen wired by cameras and other feedback loops to tasting tables in a mock dining room. As he tours us around the CIA’s “edible landscape,” where virtually everything can and will be an ingredient, he casually but knowledgeably discusses everything from phylloxera vine fungus to olive oil to tandoori oven construction.

Over at the Napa Valley Cooking School, we drop in on Alexander in the middle of a 75-person lunch service put on by her students. Alexander plunks us down without fuss at a table in the kitchen to feed us the most exquisite lunch we’d eaten in years. It was eight courses, including chilled pea soup with delicate trace flavours of cardamom, a seared scallop with crispy shallots and a raisin caper sauce, and a brilliant lamb loin with mint yogurt and a Moroccan spiced green harissa. All of this accompanied by a rich cabernet sauvignon from Pride Mountain.

“Someone actually emailed me and said they thought we did a better lunch here than at the French Laundry,” Alexander told us, coming over for a quick hello in the middle of service. Then she laughed. “I don’t know about that, although we’re probably busier than the French Laundry.”

Backyard Gourmet
You might think super-pros like this would eat at home as if they were still at a restaurant. But even though they make sure to cook a family meal every night, the style at Alexander and Busby’s immaculately restored 1950s bungalow is altogether more natural and unaffected. You sense it the second you enter their backyard, with the hand-built clay oven, the low planters of radishes and micro-basil, herbs and heirloom tomatoes, and the heritage-breed chickens squawking at the bottom off the garden.

“Yeah, chickens are kind of ‘in’ right now,” Busby says apologetically, explaining that they were the missing link in the holistic home-gardening cycle of nitrogen-compost-garden-feed they were trying to create here. “You have to try these eggs,” Alexander adds. “They’re like nothing you’ve ever tasted.”

We eat a simple dinner of fish tacos, the recipe for which comes from an old friend whose family has run a restaurant in Baja for years. As with everything we will eat this weekend, the tacos are the product of serious expertise and casual knowledge, the fish shallow-fried perfectly in a pan carefully monitored with an oil thermometer. Cabbages and radishes, not lettuce, in the slaw. Crème fraîche, not sour cream. And a dash of French’s mustard in the fish’s batter, of course.

The next day, after much foodie trolling through the streets of St. Helena and Napa, we settle on a piece of Tamworth wild boar belly from the Fatted Calf. Watching two cooks of this calibre prepare the humble cut is an education in simplicity and smarts. The belly is rubbed with herbs and garlic, and then simply folded on top of a pan of quartered onions before being roasted in the outdoor oven for several hours. It’s then sliced thinly and served on top of a bread salad, tossed with arugula and a dressing made with balsamic vinegar and the pan drippings. Perfection. And indescribably light, given that we’re eating a slab of wild pig with crackling skin.

While the kids play in the garden, we sip a bottle of Dare cabernet franc from Viader and listen to Busby’s harrowing tales of how he earned the extremely rare Certified Master Chef designation (which, despite the 85 percent fail rate, would likely have been Alexander’s too if she hadn’t had the “minor” distraction of having a baby during their training). Describing the ordeal, Busby says: “There were guys that came with sous-chefs, with special knife racks, with drugs to keep them awake. I just brought my knives and a picture of Barb and Eva to put up at my station.”

And as if to punctuate the natural harmony of family and food, Alexander sends us away with three eggs from their chickens out back and a ramekin of fleur de sel (just in case the insanely luxurious Calistoga Ranch where we’re staying doesn’t have any). My wife and son and I eat the eggs the next morning, looking down into the quiet ravine behind our cabana. It’s a perfectly natural and unaffected breakfast. And a reminder of how the real pros do it. wl

SIDEBAR

Stay
Solage Calistoga (755 Silverado Trail, 866 942 7442, solagecalistoga.com), located on 22 acres in the heart of Northern California’s Napa Valley, touts itself as an eco-luxury hotel. The 89 loft-like studios were created using reclaimed local wood products from the Northern California region, with the interiors furnished with natural fibres and materials. Take advantage of Solage’s full-service spa, yoga classes, bathhouse and even complimentary bikes to explore neighbouring wineries and downtown Calistoga. Solage’s restaurant and cocktail lounge, Solbar, provides local and organic fare with menus that change seasonally.
The exclusive luxury resort Calistoga Ranch (580 Lommel Road, 707-254-2800, calistogaranch.com) is hidden away in a private canyon located in the Upper Napa Valley region. The 46 free standing lodges have all been constructed using the indigenous cedar that grows nearby. What sets this resort apart is its private vineyard: explore all there is to know about wine with tours of the vineyard and wine caves or partake in the daily seminars and classes. Executive chef Aaron Wright brings his “land to table” concept to Calistoga Ranch’s restaurant, the Lakehouse, with each dish being served alongside renowned wines from the Napa Valley and the resort’s own private label.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


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