By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
By City of Ate
By Scott Reitz
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
On my first visit to Moonshine Cafe, the fine-dining divot below The Palace nightclub off Lower Greenville, my thoughts didn't coagulate around the "New Creole" menu. Or the New Orleans street-scene mural smeared on the rear wall with real windows sculpted into the artwork offering a view of the kitchen. Or the large, lacquered papier-máche fish perched on the windowsills. Or the round mirrors framed with smirking metallic half-moons. Or the fact that the teal-washed dining room, once the bowels of a 12,000-square-foot Episcopalian church, miraculously preserved the utilitarian feel of a "Spam & flan" church-basement wedding reception.
I didn't even give the menus and wine lists--replicas of '60s and '70s album covers such as Steve Miller's "Fly Like an Eagle" and the Doobie Brothers' "What Were Once Vices are Now Habits"--more than a few moments' thought. No, what occupied my mind that evening were knives. Sharp Knives. Steely knives. Knives with viciously serrated edges.
Knives have a fascinating history. Slicing, cutting, and sticking flesh and other surfaces for thousands of years, knives first emerged as crude hand tools composed primarily of flint. At the dawning of the Bronze Age, knives were among the first metal implements. The instrument was transformed around the first millennium B.C., when iron was brought to Europe from Asia. Heated and beaten to shape, iron knives produced a better edge than their bronze counterparts, but their blades suffered from a weakness most commonly associated with the political class: they bent easily.
The Vikings remedied this deficiency with the introduction of carbonized iron. And since that time, these tools have taken on a range of incarnations including weapon of war. Variations for battle included the dagger, used when the sword was either lost or broken, or in secrecy as a coup de gráce weapon. This is the tool that made Shakespeare's Julius Caesar such a hot-selling Cliffs Notes edition.
Then there is the bayonet. Introduced by the British and French in 1660, the first bayonets were long, pointed knives plugged into the bore of the standard infantry musket, converting the thing into a kind of torso pike.
Certain American Indian tribes along the Saint Lawrence River and in parts of the eastern U.S. had even more imaginative uses for the instrument. A specialized blade was developed for one of their more famous warrior rituals: scalping. The artful technique incorporated a process of slicing around the crown of the head with a scalping knife and, by gripping a fistful of hair and jerking upward, wrenching off the scalp. Victims rarely survived the ordeal.
The invention of stainless steel in 1912 and its subsequent introduction into cutlery manufacturing revolutionized domestic knife-using during the 1920s. Cutlery encompasses a wide spectrum of useful edged tools, from sharpening steels to butcher knives to steak knives.
Which brings me back to Moonshine Cafe. On that first visit, I ordered the "wood chard" Black Angus T-bone steak in a stout beer reduction. Served with a wad of pasty horseradish mashed potatoes and crisp, fresh-braised collard greens (the best I've ever tasted), the steak was delivered minus the appropriate dining weapon.
I asked our server about this. "Sorry, we've run out of steak knives," he said, and he scurried from our table before I could spit a staccato string of "but"s from my lips. So I attempted to carve the course-grained piece of gristly, fatty meat with a butter knife--a task as difficult to accomplish as performing open-heart surgery with dental floss.
Another server stopped by and asked how everything was. It's amazing how servers always seem to promptly inquire about the state of dining after a dim-witted faux pas.
"Fine," I said. "And if cutting a T-bone with a butter knife charts new ground in dining pleasure, I'd say it's extraordinary." He resorted to the previous server's excuse with a smirk. "Sorry. We've run out of steak knives."
I looked around the dining room. It was maybe 75 percent full. I didn't see one person carving a steak. Where were those knives? Wasn't the Moonshine staff alarmed enough to start checking breast pockets and belt loops?
That second server must have become aware of my irritation. Or perhaps he suddenly realized the futility of carving a T-bone with a butter knife. Then again, maybe he was somewhat highbrow and considered the deleterious impact on English literature had Brutus and his co-conspirators attacked Julius Caesar with steely butter spreaders instead of pointed daggers. He must have known Julius would have kicked those assassins firmly in the jewel box, leaving Bill Shakespeare with another comedy instead of a classic tragedy.
But this is mere conjecture. Whatever the reason, a steak knife miraculously appeared next to my plate within moments, crowning an incident that proved unfortunate. Not because it provided me with the necessary tools to eat a piece of meat, but because it dramatically tarnished a level of service that was--save for some rusty pacing--gracious and attentive.
I'm grateful the serving staff didn't see fit to equip me with steak knives for the rest of the menu--a gesture that would have unnecessarily reflected poorly on the kitchen. The menu is the work of Los Akins, former PoPoLos chef. He calls his menu "New Creole" because it's lighter, dropping the roux and heavy butters of typical Creole fare. The food has a lot of potential. It wavered a bit, but most of it was good.