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Iris Food and Spirits

2334 Carmel Valley Road, Del Mar




The Lynnester has ways to make men talk. When Mark and I arrived to meet her at Iris, she was having a drink and pumping the charming manager, Edd Golden, younger brother of chef-owner Tommy Golden, learning the history of the restaurant. Iris has been in business for two years (but only in the past few months has it been generating some quiet stir among foodies). The site used to be the northern location of the late Cuvée, a wine-focused Bird Rock restaurant. Chef-owner, Boston-born Tommy Golden was founder and former owner of the popular Parkhouse Eatery in Hillcrest and Beach Grass Café in Solana Beach — both quintessential “neighborhood restaurants” with interestingly eclectic menus. Here, Tommy’s actually in the kitchen, cooking, which he couldn’t do when he had to wrangle two restaurants at once.

Iris sits on a narrow, rural blacktop bordering the reedy wetlands and lagoon between Torrey Pines and Del Mar. This affords a strange and heartbreakingly beautiful view at eye level, suffering no competition from the splashier seacoast to the west that captures the eyes of drivers crossing the highway bridge. The entryway is well gardened, with handsome, drought-tolerant shrubbery and decorative touches from jewel-like glass “rocks”; it hospitably includes two wooden benches and, at the doorway, several chairs. The interior is California-rural, woodsy and warm-looking.

The Restaurant Week crowd was “right-size” — ample but by no means slamming, nearly filling the roofed patio on a warm night but barely touching the dining room. The prix-fixe choices seemed representative of the regular menu, but in hindsight, Golden could have chosen better starters. The appetizers may be crowd-pleasers, and they are by no means the cheapest (the crab-cake salad normally runs $15) — but I doubt they’re the best, compared to the possibilities of house-made pâté, vegetable-ricotta timballo, Carlsbad mussels, ahi poke, or an outrageous-sounding pizzetta with duck confit, pumpkin-seed pesto, Gorgonzola, fig, and rosemary (oh, bring it on!).

Contrary to the normal pattern, our dinner improved with each successive course — entrées better than appetizers, desserts divine. The table bread was soft, warm, delicious, a sliced mini-loaf of home-style white bread. A soup of local heirloom tomatoes and basil was thick and powerful, the tomatoes amended with a purée of roasted garlic, leeks, Tuscan white beans, and olive oil. Bits of bean-skin that had escaped the blender blades added texture. We agreed that it needed a swirl of crème fraîche to lighten it — and maybe crisp croutons for added texture. But the ingredient list hinted at a wasted opportunity: un-puréed, with leafy cabbage or kale cooked in, this very soup could become a version of that Tuscan masterpiece, “La Ribollita,” with a wealth of flavors and textures instead of a Johnny one-note. (That’s a perfect restaurant soup, too — improving in the fridge, it can be cooked once and served for days.)

Panko-crusted crispy calamari began with thick steaks of large squid, pounded and cut into fingers, but the coating was bland, the interiors tender but nearly tasteless except for a good soy-wasabi dip. It reminded me of the calamari at T.G.I. Friday’s. (Yeah, I’ve eaten there — two late-night desperation dinners in far-off lands.)

Crab-cake salad was barely better. The salad (baby greens, caramelized onions, slices of Granny Smith apples) was fun, but the over-breaded cake was absolutely average, with little maritime flavor. It needed a drenching with a beurre blanc, hollandaise, or the like, to add moisture, flavor, luxury.

The main dishes brought a complete turnaround. I wasn’t pleased about finding grilled local swordfish on the Restaurant Week menu, expecting it would be as dried out as most chefs cook it. Well — hurray for Tommy Golden! It was moist! Yummy! Scattered all over was a charming mixture of chopped papaya, lemon cucumber, heirloom tomato, and serrano salsa fresca. Another hurrah — the garlic mashed potatoes were real home-style mash with dairy (whether milk, half-and-half, cream, I can’t say, but I’m grateful). They were smooth, light, comforting, oh my. Alongside came a generous pile of sliced sautéed zucchini and summer squash. Gold star to Golden for turning two local restaurant wrongs (dry swordfish and lean mash) into absolute rights and for heaping the plate with a good veggie.

“Iris Cassoulet” was tasty, too, although an attenuated version. The traditional Gascon casserole includes duck or goose, lamb, pork, and Toulouse garlic sausages garnishing white beans baked with tomatoes in an herbed meat-and-duck stock. The Iris meats include only chicken breast, pancetta, and Italian sausage, but the mixture had plenty of flavor. “I could skip the chicken and sausage and just gobble up the beans,” said Lynne, with a ditto from Mark. I found the beans a bit salty, with a subtle lash of hot spice. The sausage was rather disappointing: not a vibrant Sicilian sweet fennel sausage but the plainest uncured Italian sausage. Above all, chicken isn’t duck — though it would come closer if thigh-pieces were substituted for breast. (Somebody tell me: Why do restaurants cleave to breasts when thighs are cheaper, richer-tasting, and more forgiving?) For that matter, since the restaurant serves duck confit — why not actual duck in the cassoulet?

Still, pretty good — the beans have it. And like a real cassoulet, the take-home leftovers were tremendous, once all the flavors had made friends with each other overnight. Cassoulet, often made of assorted leftovers, is itself designed to be eaten leftover: Some French bistros have reputedly kept a pot of it on the back burner for decades on end, with the chef regularly adding more meats and broth. (I’m a tad skeptical. Do the beans multiply magically? Don’t the ones on the bottom burn?)

Least successful was a grilled “island rubbed prime pork flatiron steak.” This proved a sort of one-piece satay — an unskewered slab of meat sauced and garnished following the Southeast Asian skewered model, with a mild peanut sauce and alluring, sweetened short-grain sushi rice, plus a pile of good, crisp-sautéed green beans. The pork was overdone and ruthlessly salty — but this dish, too, mysteriously improved in the doggie-box, the saltiness seeming to recede and the meat to soften.

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millerowski Oct. 23, 2009 @ 7:26 p.m.

I love Iris! I've been there for lunch with friends three or four times in the past year, and I agree with Ms. Wise regarding the overlapping experiences we shared (Ms. Wise was there for dinner, not lunch). The view of the estuary, the relaxed yet aesthetically pleasing ambiance, the patio....Ah...great place for sunset. (And friendly, quite competent service.)

To add to the review, I think it should be mentioned that the list of BEERS is substantial. In fact, Iris has special beer pairing dinners (the most recent was October 22, I believe). (Regarding wine: on Tuesday evenings, you can BYOW and the corkage fee is waived.)

Some of the lunch items my friends and I have enjoyed fully have been Tommy's pate, the pizzeta that Ms. Wise describes, the BBQ baby back lamb ribs, the house salad, various soups. Main courses: Tommy's meatloaf, fish tacos, grilled salmon salad, various specials-of-the day. Dessert? Tres leches cake= deelish.

Three stars in my book--and oh! there's a parking lot as well as parking on the street.

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ncboy Oct. 29, 2009 @ 6:23 p.m.

WOW! the 2 most recent reviews were based on just one visit during restaurant week? no wonder the food scene in san diego stinks. the Reader needs a new critic.

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