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  March 19, 2006                                                      NEWSLETTER


                          Elaine (Julia Louis-Dreyfus) Confronts the Soup Nazi (Larry Thomas) on "Seinfeld" (November 2, 1995)

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NEW YORK CORNER: Compass by John Mariani


by John Mariani

          One of the most hilarious, even cathartic, of all the episodes on the TV show "Seinfeld" was the one featuring the resident characters' obsession with an array of glorious soups served by a shop owner named the Lev Kasem, dubbed "The Soup Nazi" (shown above) for his demagogic way of handling customers who were not fast enough on line, wanted any form of substitution, or dared to criticize his soups in any way. 
     Played to monomaniacal perfection by actor Larry Thomas, with an accent from somewhere in the Middle East, the Soup Nazi intimidated anyone and everyone who lined up to order his wares, and any deviance from established rules of order was met with immediate banishment from his store.  In the end, Elaine Benes, whom he'd banned from his shop, accidentally comes across Soup Nazi's recipes in a drawer and threatens to  publish them and drive him out of business. "You're through, Soup Nazi!" she screams, as the character of Newman scrambles to get the last container of jambalaya.
     As every fan of the series knows, the Soup Nazi was based on a real person, Al Yaganeh, whose tiny storefront (above) on West 55th Street in NYC named Soup Kitchen International did indeed have a reputation for excellent soups and for Yaganeh's dismissive attitude towards customers who had the temerity to stammer or hold up the line.  I know from personal experience: Esquire Magazine's office used to be located right across the street from his store, and I, like everyone else on line, become more and more anxious as we moved up in the line.  I'd select my soup, and Yaganeh would glare at me like Rasputin, shouting, "Large or small?" I'd stammer, "Large, please" fearing he'd think me a wuss if I ordered small. "Bread?" Yes, of course, bread, please. "Nineteen dollars," he'd shoot back and thrust his hand out in a way that suggested "Hurry up with the money."  Neither I nor anyone on line would dare quibble that nineteen dollars is a lot for soup, however good. No one ever jokes with Yaganeh about the Soup Nazi either, for being Jewish, he has long been offended by his "Seinfeld" impersonator being characterized as a Nazi in the show. Nevertheless, the lines outside his store never stopped after the show's airing.

      Now, according to a report published last week in Business Opportunities Journal (click), Yaganeh has contracted to franchise his soups.  He and his management team are gearing up to put the soups in 1,000 locations in the U.S. within the next seven years. The franchisees will have to pay $30,000 for the right to sell Yeganeh's soup, plus 5 percent of their annual gross sales as royalties; Yaganeh gets a 20 percent stake in the franchise business.  All the soup will be made at a  plant in Piscataway , N.J.,  then shipped out to franchisees to be reheated and sold for between $12 and $20 a quart. One non-negotiable item:  franchisees are forbidden never to  use the term "Soup Nazi" in their promotional materials.
     There were plenty of other food-related episodes on "Seinfeld" but none was funnier or struck a more responsive chord than the "Soup Nazi," for, when all is said and done, a good soup is hard to find. Too often soups are neglected by restaurant chefs who seem to put one on the menu simply because they are expected to.  Yet Sirio Maccioni, owner of  NYC's Le Cirque (to re-open in June), once told me that “A restaurant cannot call itself a restaurant if it doesn’t serve good soups,” an opinion I wholeheartedly share, especially at a time when young chefs haven’t a clue how to make a good consommé and long ago forgot what goes into an authentic bouillabaisse or a New England chowder.
      ypBouillabaisse (pronounced boo-yah-bayss, not boo-yah-bayze), a ruddy, garlic-rich seafood soup whose name means “boil and reduce,” which refers to its being brought to the boil once, then simmered down, then brought up to the boil again, is a soup created by Marseilles fisherman who sold the best of the day’s catch and saved the lesser fish to produce this mighty flavorful tomato-and-saffron laced soup.  The people of Marseilles are rightly proud of their creation, which they celebrate in festivals (left), though you can easily get a watered-down version even there.  There are hundreds of variations—despite a 1980 charter signed by Marseilles restaurateurs as to what can and can’t get thrown into a bouillabaisse (by one count more than 40 species, especially rockfish and shellfish like mussels and crabs)—but only upscale restaurants would dare or could afford to put expensive lobster and saffron in the pot. If you wish to try the soup right on the spot, eat down by the docks at places like Des Mets de Provence (18 Quai de Rive-Neuve; 04-91-33-3538) and Miramar (12 Quai Port; 04-91-91-1040; click ), and  in Paris, at the elegant Goumard (9 Rue Duphot; 01-42-60-3607). For some odd reason in the U.S. chefs have shied away from serving the soup while sometimes using a "bouillabaisse sauce" as the underpinning for seafood dishes.
         Pistou  (right) is another beloved soup of the Riviera, specifically from Nice, where the word refers to the process of crushing the requisite basil and herbs with a pestle and mortar.  Wonderfully fragrant with olive oil and garlic and riddled with green beans and carrots, it is usually served with a sprinkling of Parmesan cheese and is a close cousin to lthe Genoese paste called pesto. To enjoy it at a little restaurant near the beach in Nice, with a glass of rosé wine and a crusty bread is to eat well indeed. In Nice there is an Association de la Capelina d’Or of chefs who pledge themselves to serving the traditional dishes like pistou, none better than at Lou Pistou (4 rue de la Terrasse; 04-9362-2182) in the Old Town.
     klu   Billi-bi, a soup of mussels and cream and a hit of cayenne pepper, does not sound French, although it was created at the famous Deauville restaurant Ciro’s back in 1925 and named after a valued American customer named William Brand (not, as some have claimed after tin tycoon William Bateman Leeds, who died in 1908).  In a true billi-bi the mussels are strained from the final presentation and then bulked up with an egg yolk.  It is exceptionally rich but, when well made, quite light too. The dish became a signature item at Maxim’s (left; 3 Rue Royale; 42-65-2794; click ) in Paris, one of the few places you’ll still find it in town.
       On the other hand, what could be more French than the famous cold leek-and-potato soup named vichyssoise? The problem is, although a French chef, Louis Diat, created it, it was first made as a summer soup in steamy New York City.  Diat came to work at the new Ritz-Carlton Hotel in New York in 1910 and found that there were no leeks being grown in the region.  yyyHe thereupon contracted a farmer to do so, and, sometime afterwards, during a typical hot New York summer, Diat served a cold version of his beloved mother’s hot leek-and-potato soup and named it after his hometown, Vichy.  And for those who think jingoism began with a call by an imbecile U.S. Congressman to change the name “French fries” to “Freedom fries” in federal cafeterias after the onset of the current Iraqi war unsupported by France, the fact is that during World War II many French chefs in New York changed the name vichyssoise to “crème Gauloise” because of their hatred of Vichy’s collaboration with the Germans. After the war, they reverted to calling it vichyssoise.
       tktk5Another cold soup--Spanish gazpacho, made with tomatoes, garlic and vegetables—has quite an ancient etymology, going back to the Arabic casba, referring to the pieces of fragments of bread and vegetables in the soup. There are many variations throughout Spain, where it is often as much a salad as soup, but the gazpacho now on menus throughout the rest of the world has been familiar at least since the middle of the 19th century. You'll find it in most traditional Spanish restaurants, including the wonderful El Faro (15 San Felix; 902-21-1068; click) in Cadiz, a predominantly seafood restaurant where they make a fine creamy version.
     Yet another cold soup—though sometimes served hot—is borscht, made from beets, beef, and cabbage laced with a generous dollop of sour cream.  The word is a Yiddish form of the Russian borsch, which actually means “cow parsnips,” the soup’s original ingredient. So associated with Jewish immigrants in America was borscht that Variety editor Abel Green  coined the word “Borscht Belt” as a synonym for New York’s Catskill Mountain resorts frequented by Jewish patrons and entertainers.  Were I in New York I’d head straight for the Carnegie Deli (854 Eighth Avenue; 212-757-2245; click) and order the borscht and split a pastrami and tongue sandwich.9
      British culinary terminology is rife with deliberately funny-sounding terms, including bubble-and-squeak (mashed potatoes, chopped cabbage, and boiled beef), angels on horseback (oysters wrapped in bacon), dead man’s leg (jelly roll cake), and spotted dick (a suet pudding with raisins). In the nomenclature of soup, the Scots gave us cock-a-leekie (right), made with an old hen too tough for roasting or frying, and leeks, bacon, and herbs, then garnished with prunes and leeks. It dates back at least into the 18th century under that name, though is much older as a soup.  They still serve traditional cock-a-leekie soup at London's  St. John Bar & Restaurant (26 St. John Street; 011-44-[0]207-251-0848; click), along with a plate of rich marrow bones.
     Brits also love the savory, often peppery Indian chicken-and-spice soup called mulligatawny, whose name isttttt from the Tamil word milakutanni, meaning “pepper water,” now a staple of just about every Indian restaurant in the world.  In her book An Invitation to Indian Cooking (1973) Madhur Jaffrey says that the soup probably came from the Madras region “under the benevolent gaze of British patronage,” and notes that it is “British in concept but Indian in its ingredients.”  It was popularized by the Anglo-Indians and got a foot in the door in London restaurants, and its popularity spread out from there.  One of the best versions I’ve had in that city is at the stylish Veeraswamey (99 Regent Street; [0]20-7734-1401; click ).
       Some soup names sound as improbable as hot dogs, which contain no dog, and hamburgers, which contain no ham. ru5 Mock turtle soup at least alludes to its not being made with turtle (which itself makes a great dish, often called “snapper soup,” when made from snapping turtles); instead it is made with calves’ brains, whose texture and flavor resembles turtle meat.  Obviously the dish has been around a long time in England, since Lewis Carroll turned it into the character of a mock turtle (left) in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (1865), who croons the ditty, “Beautiful soup, so rich and green,/Waiting in a hot tureen!/ Who for such dainties would not stoop?/Soup of the evening, beautiful soup!”
     Chinese bird’s nest soup is neither a euphemism nor a joke.  It really is made from the nest of a swallow that eats seaweed causing it to release a gelatinous saliva with which it makes its nests. These are then soaked overnight before being combining with other ingredients to make soup. These nests are very expensive and considered a great delicacy in China, so don’t expect to find it cheap or readily at your local Lotus Tiger Dragon Imperial Garden. You should be able to find it in the best restaurants in Chinatowns in New York, San Francisco, and Chicago, but it’s always crucial to call in advance.
     American cooks, whose origins are from all over the world, have often taken an old idea and name and turned them into regional soups, which is how chowder came to the North Atlantic coastal settlements.  Agreement is far from unanimous on the origin of the word “chowder,” but the most accepted version is that it derives from chaudière, a French word for a large cauldron of a type used to cook seafood stews and soups.  gfgjSailors from Brittany who settled in Nova Scotia would use such pots to cook their own versions made from seafood of the American waters, which New Englanders adapted to make their own chowders containing clams, hard biscuits, potatoes (which entered North America from South America sometime in the 17th century), and milk.  Other authorities, including the Oxford English Dictionary opine that the word comes from a Cornwall or Devonshire word, “chowdee,” for a fish peddler.  There are good chowders all over New England, but for my money you can’t beat the version at the very old (1827) and very venerable Durgin-Park in Boston in the Faneuil Hall Marketplace (617-227-2038), accompanied by oyster crackers and cornbread.
                                                                                                                                                                 The staff at Durgin Park

     eeeegManhattan clam chowder—not much loved in New England—with its tomatoes and spices, started appearing in recipes in the 1930s, but no one has ever explained how it got its name except to suggest it was promoted by some Manhattan restaurants, perhaps an Italian one.  I’d go to New York’s Grand Central Oyster Bar & Restaurant, right in the belly of the Terminal (42nd Street & Vanderbilt Avenue; 212-490-6650), where all kinds of chowders, including Manhattan-style, are served by the thousands each day.
      Cioppino, the quintessential San Francisco crab-and-tomato based soup, is more easily traced to the 1930s when Italian immigrants from Liguria coined it from the Genoese word, ciuppin (or sûppin), which means “little soup,” for a fish soup that is customarily strained of its chunkier ingredients, including crabs, which are not customary at all in Liguria. You used to be able to find cioppino easily in San Francisco’s North Beach neighborhood, but then it pretty much disappeared, only now making a comeback.  It’s still sometimes served at Rose Pistola (532 Columbus; 415-399-0499) in North Beach; ask for an outdoor table.
    yy6And then there is the beloved Louisiana soup, more like a stew, called gumbo, whose roots are unquestionably African, probably from the Bantu gombo, meaning okra (nkruma in West African), a vegetable  brought by slaves to the American South in the mid-18th century.  Filé gumbo is thickened with ground sassafras powder (the word filé is Cajun French meaning to twist or grind), while gumbo z’herbes is Cajun for a meatless gumbo with seven herbs, served on Maundy Thursday.  From this has come the colloquialism “gumbo ya-ya,” referring to a group of women all talking at once or something all mixed up like the ingredients in a gumbo, serving in the title of the movie “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood.” While there’s plenty of good gumbo all over New Orleans, why mess around? Go to The Gumbo Shop (630 St. Peter; 504-525-1486; click), order the seafood-and-okra gumbo (left),  and slurp your fill.
      While soups are obviously named after all sorts of people, events, and hometowns, I know of none named after a legislature.  None, except for the  Senate Bean Soup (below), which was concocted by U.S. Senator Fred T. Dubois of Idaho in the 1890s but only given its name in 1907 when Senator Knute Nelson of Minnesota, chairman of the Senate Committee on Rules, decreed that the soup would henceforth be served every day in the dining room of the House of Representatives.  33333Never one to miss political advantage, Senator Bob Traxler of Michigan further decreed the soup be made only from white navy beans grown in Michigan.  By the way, navy beans, which are nothing more than a common white kidney bean (Phaseolus vulgaris) got their name because it had been standard issue food in the U.S. Navy at least since 1856, this despite the old song, “The Navy gets the gravy, and the Army gets the beans.” In any case, you can still get Senate Bean Soup daily in the federal cafeterias.
      With so many good soups and good tales to draw from, it’s a wonder American menus don’t feature more of them instead of leaving it to those new soup kitchens that have popped up since “Seinfeld” made the “Soup Nazi” a comic character right along with spinach-eating Popeye, Wimpy the hamburger maniac Wimpy, sandwich-guzzling Dagwood Bumstead, and  Chiquita Banana. And of course Alice’s singing Mock Turtle.


208 West 70th Street

       iThree strikes and you're usually out in the crushing,  gossipy New York restaurant business, so it's amazing that Compass, located on the Upper West Side, has in fact survived four years of tepid reviews, good-to-mediocre chefs, and the fickleness of a populace that often moves on to the next new place even if the last place was really good.  So my hat's off to owners Lewis Pell and Leonard Schwartz for staying the course with Compass, which in the past year has acquired one of the brightest young talents in New York--John Fraser, who's worked at The French Laundry in Napa Valley and Taillevent in Paris.  Curiously enough, his last post was his own little eatery, Snack Taverna, that only hinted at his imagination and prowess as displayed at Compass now.

      Compass, which is right next door to the always-packed Café Luxembourg and the blur of Broadway, doesn't look like much from the outside, but once inside you'll be diverted by a snazzy, sleek bar-lounge seating 30 (above left), and the dining room  (below) is artfully, transparently, set beyond, ll5on two tiers with 160 seats. There is also a glass-enclosed private dining room and a wine room.  The decor won "Best New Restaurant Award" from Interior Design Magazine.  I didn't much love the space when I first visited upon its opening, but an adjustment of lighting and colors has taken some of the steeliness out of the main dining room,  now with bold red artwork, polished floors, roomy gray booths, and recessed lights that cast a  perfect balance of brightness onto the table so you can see the fanciful presentations.  There is also a wall of wine that look like louvers that casts a lovely light into the room (below).  Tables are well set  with fine napery, a candle and, at least one evening, a beautiful single orchid.
Good, thin stemware is just what I'd expect here.
      The service staff over two visits was friendly and very knowledgeable, knowing when to stop describing specials and getting the wine quickly. They might want to consider a change of the waiters' brown shirts that make them look like UPS delivery guys, and the ugly ties have to go.
      Fraser (right), who looks years younger than 30, is an amiable fellow who lacks all pretensions, and this is just as true of his finely tuned culinary ideas, which never lap over into extremes.  On his menu, he writes, "On behalf of the producers and purveyors of these fine American products please enjoy our expressions of [the season].  Made with respectful and attentive hands we highlight them, simply letting the ingredients speak for themselves"--which, after tasting the evidence, I could not have said better myself.  For simplicity and great ingredients are the ballast of Fraser's cooking, starting with superb risotto blended with chestnuts and winter black truffles that for once actually had some flavor.  Tenderloin of venison was crusted with black pepper and served with the tangy counterpoints of pickled red cabbage and scallions and the sweet component of kumquats, while a parsnip and Granny Smith apple soup took on all kinds of added charms through the addition of raisins and pumpernickel bread spread with brown butter.  Raw hamachi, in fairly thick slices, hadn't much flavor on its own, but was helped by grilled persimmons and a lime-vanilla syrup.
      egeeFor some schoolboy reason main courses are called  "Compositions," but by whatever name Fraser calls his roasted loin of Colorado lamb and braised lamb shank with spicy chorizo and cocoa beans, I'd happily eat it again and again. Very fine was a grilled fillet mignon simply but artfully combined with onions, oxtail marinade, a foie gras crouton and a sauce périgourdine.  For pasta I recommend the potato gnocchi, slightly sautéed and crispy, with butternut squash, Brussels sprouts, sage, walnuts, and Parmesan cheese. There is another category on the menu, "Simply Roasted," which includes a delectable yellowfin tuna with a Provençal-spiced marmalade.
      By all means sample the American cheeses proudly served here, with pretty names like Pleasant Ridge, Bittersweet Dairy Fleur de Lis, and Constant Bliss.  I was not particularly bowled over by any of the desserts at Compass, which seemed more flavored than sweet, like the crêpe soufflé with banana and chestnut crème anglaise and a citrus cake with Meyer lemon curd, mango, and almond sherbet.  The deepest and richest flavors are to be found in the "Study of Chocolate" or the milk chocolate hazelnut gâteau with crème brûlée and the witty addition of potato chips that add crisp, salty notes.
       Compass offers an extremely good winelist (with a Wine Spectator best of Award of Excellence), including a short list of "wines we feel represent great quality and value" with  delightful selections like Tolosa "No Oak" Edna Valley Chardonnay 2004 ($40) and El Copero Macabeo/Meurseguera 2003 ($24), and there is
a good selection of bottlings under $50.  It is well internationalized, with fine pickings in New World wines. Prices can mount even on this list, however, with an Austrian cabernet going for $76 and a Domaine Du Closel "Clos du Papillon" Chenin Blanc 2002 for $70.
         So now, after four years Compass has its heading and Fraser looks like the right fellow to guide the restaurant to greater glory. Its popularity among Upper West Siders is already evident any night of the week, but because of the food and fairly reasonable prices, it's become a destination restaurant, not least for the pre-Lincoln Center crowd. Wherever you reside in NYC or whenever you visit, Compass is worth a detour.
       Dinner appetizers run $9-$20, main courses $19-$38. Compass is open daily for dinner, and for brunch on Sunday.


The Swedish tax office, where newborn babies are registered, refused to accept the name "Edradour" proposed by a girl baby's parents after they fell in love with a town by that name in Scotland.  The bureaucrats said the name was too closely associated with an alcoholic drink. The parents took the case to court and won.


"In mitigation, you could say that the Connoisseurs Macaroni Cheese is okay.  Perhaps a true connoisseur would eat it if the only other option was his own intestines baked in béchamel, but on the plus side, it isn't going to kill anyone. It doesn't glow in the dark. . . . And why are the slices of meat [in the pastrami sandwich] so densely textured and compressed as if a heifer had just sat on them?"--Jan Moir in a review of All Star Lanes in London in the Telegraph Weekend (Feb. 4, 2006).

o9099This fall, from Sept. 29-Oct. 6 John Mariani (left), publisher of Mariani's Virtual Gourmet and food & travel columnist for Esquire Magazine,  will host and lead a 7-day cruise called "The Sweet Life," aboard  Silverseas' Millennium Class Silver Whisper, with days visiting Barcelona, Tunis, Naples, Milazzo (Sicily), Rome, Livorno, and Villefranche.  There will be a welcoming cocktail party, gourmet dinners with wines, cooking demos by John and Galina Mariani co-authors of Thedddge Italian-American Cookbook), optional shore excursions will include a tour of the Amalfi Coast, dinner at the great Don Alfonso 1890 (2 Michelin stars), a private tour of the Vatican, dinner at La Pergola (3 Michelin stars) in Rome, a Night Cruise to Hotel de Paris and dinner at Louis XV (3 Michelin stars) in Monaco, and much more.  Rates (a 20% savings) range from $4,411 to $5,771.  For complete information click.


* On March 25 at DC Coast in Washington, DC,  Passion Food Hospitality Wine & Beverage Director Scott Clime will help students overcome that fear and give them tips on pairing wines they like with these difficult foods at a  Spring Wine Component Class. Course incl. 8 wines paired with small tastings.  (Please note that lunch will not be served.)  $75 pp. Call 202-222-0987.

* On March 28 North One 10 in Miami will hold an “Evening of Beat Poetry, Cool Wines and Fine Food”  featuring 1980 nominated Poet Laureate of Florida, Howard Camner “Master of the Surreal” and guitar accompaniment from Chef Dewey LoSasso. 75 pp. Call 305-893-4211 or visit

* On March 28 Martini House in St. Helena, CA, will present the 2nd “Wine Geeks and Mushroom Freaks” dinner with a 5-course meal by Chef and fungi fan Todd Humphries. $65 pp ; $105 paired with wines selected by Jamey Whetstone of Whetstone Wine Cellars.  Connie Green of Wine Forest Mushrooms, and Patrick Hamilton, Foragers’ Report columnist for the Mycological Society of San Francisco and the Sonoma County Mycological Association, will also be on hand. Call 707-963-2233; visit

* On March 31 in Boston Morton’s will hold a “Marathon Party” to help members of its team raise money for ReadBoston. Specialty cocktails and Morton’s hors d’oeuvres;  A high-stakes balloon raffle with prizes like tickets to local sporting events, gift certificates to area restaurants, as well as premium wines, chocolates and cigars. $60 pp. Call 617-266-5858.

* On March 31 wine writer and founder of Wine for All, W.R. Tish, will celebrate "The 13 Funniest Wines in America" (with food) at the Institute of Culinary Education in NYC. $65. Call 914-232-1627 or visit

* The 2006 Pacific Coast Oyster Wine Competition, sponsored by Taylor Shellfish Farms of Shelton, WA and organized by Jon Rowley of Jon Rowley & Associates, will select 10 equal winners for the "Oyster Award."  The idea is to identify the 10 best West Coast wines to go with West Coast oysters.   Deadline for entries is March 31.  Final Judgings to be held April 25 at the Water Grill in Los Angeles, April 26 at One Market Restaurant in San Francisco and April 27 at Anthony’s HomePort on Shilshole Bay in Seattle, TBA April 28. For entry info call 206-283-7566  or write to

* On April 1, Seattle’s Cascadia Restaurant and Chef Kerry Sear will feature a 9-course wine dinner pairing versions of one of his most famous creations- the miniburger- with an assortment of first growth Bordeaux vintages. The date is April Fool's Day, but this is no joke! $250 pp. Call 206-448-8884 or visit

* From April 17-22, honoring the centennial of the 1906 Earthquake that rocked San Francisco, One Market will offer an earthquake-inspired 3-course menu priced at $19.06 for lunch and $29.06 for dinner, with specially concocted earthquake cocktails at $7.60, incl.  the "Earthquake" Cooler and the "Trembling" Martini.  One Market has teamed up with the American Red Cross Bay Area to distribute emergency preparedness tip cards to all guests.  Call 415-777-5577 or online at


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