By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
By City of Ate
By Scott Reitz
By Lauren Drewes Daniels
By Alice Laussade
So he went to bed thinking Italian and pork. Those thoughts coalesced into a meaty flash in a dream. In the morning, he had the inspirational putty to fill those vacancies. He calls this creative nocturnal impulse seared pork-steak ravioli ($12.99), though it isn't ravioli, and it most certainly isn't Italian. What it is is a kind of meat sandwich, a pair of thin pork medallions pounded and paddled into flat tenderness. Between these medallions, dusted with a five o'clock shadow of seasonings, he slips a paste of cheddar and jack cheeses with heavy whipping cream and herbs fused in a food processor. "It looks like a ravioli when you cut into it," he says in support of his chosen moniker.
Actually, it looks nothing like ravioli. Doesn't taste like it either. This dish, if it's pasta at all, is a meat-lover's version of the noodle. It's also among the tastiest things ever concocted with that "other white meat." It's tender, firm, and chewy. Rich, savory juice flows profusely. "I never sent the recipe, because I was too busy with the restaurant," Angeles says. Too bad. He would have been inducted into the National Pork Producers Council hall of fame.
This isn't the first recipe Angeles has drawn from slumber. He says that since 1984, through his stints with The Mansion on Turtle Creek, The Landmark, and the Nana Grill, he's employed the dreaming state on numerous occasions to draft new dishes. When he goes to bed, he says, he invariably dreams of food. So he's gotten into the habit of parking a pencil and pad next to his bed. He struggles to wake from every dream to jot down a word or two to jog his memory in the morning. When he worked at Nana Grill, he claims, his nocturnal forays were a crucial ingredient in his daily drive for new menu specials. "Every one was my dream," he boasts. "Every special was a dream."
Though Angeles doesn't make the same claim about his daily work at Casa Del Lago, some dishes seem to approach the lucidity of his pork pillow. Slices of pan-roasted Muscovy duck breast ($24.99) are looped with crisp, rich rings of singed skin. Dribbles of clean shiitake mushroom sauce -- a wash made from demi-glace laced with Marsala, garlic, and rosemary -- flush the neatly rowed slices with gentle gusts of earthy nuttiness. A pile of supple Southwestern rice penetrated with cumin, garlic, and chili powder serves as an accompaniment.
But another special all but went belly-up. Grilled Chilean sea bass ($19.99) in spicy garlic-ginger sauce was a rugged little fish, its texture varying from dry and rubbery to spongy and soggy. Casa Del Lago offers a choice of seven sides with its entrées, from crisp and delicate stalks of asparagus to the aforementioned Southwestern rice. But the linguini, a more conventional stab at Italian than his pork vagary, was dismal. The white-wine cream sauce bathing these pasta threads surged with a taste reminiscent of rancid butter.
Yet even considering these stumbles, Casa Del Lago is nothing if not pleasingly ambitious. It's couched in Cedar Hill in a circa-1946 duplex that at various times housed a dance studio, a beauty salon, a lingerie boutique, a massage parlor (with dimmer-switched lights), and a home health-care center. It was vacant for roughly six months before Angeles and his wife, Sheri, along with various family members, renovated the place on a shoestring, learning various remodeling trades as they went. When the space was finally presentable, they discovered they hadn't budgeted for interior cosmetics. So Sheri struck a deal with a couple of Cedar Hill antiques dealers who offered to decorate the space with surplus vestiges in exchange for exposure, most of it in the form of prominently displayed price tags, some hanging by a thread, which makes the dining room resemble a kind of Minnie Pearl hat gallery.
Paintings hang on the walls. Stained leaded-glass windowpanes dangle from chains in the windows (they can be had for $149). There's a little stool made from cow skulls just outside the back door. As pieces are sold, they're replaced. Sheri Angeles says they sold four of the antique buffets that have intermittently served as their host/hostess stand -- one for $800 -- before they purchased the piece that's currently hunkered near the door. One item that isn't for sale is a circa-1940 range. That was a Valentine's Day present to Hector from Sheri.
Some of the pieces are downright eerie. In one dining chamber hangs a photo of a boy from the last century, or maybe the one before that, about 9 years old, leaning against a chair. He's wearing a suit and black boots. His long locks are curled like tubes. His posture is confident, his expression crackling with self-assured optimism, constrained though it is in a cherubic gaze. One can only wonder who he was and what became of him. You can ponder this mystery on your very own wall for $75.