A Real Corker
Jonathan's Tucson Cork Is A Great Place To Pop In.
By Rebecca Cook
ALTHOUGH RESTAURANT reviewing is generally considered to
be a pretty cushy assignment, the task at hand occasionally proves
far more difficult than first imagined.
When I recently invited my good friend Kevin to join me on a
Friday night review of the Olympic Flame, the entire evening quickly
spiraled into a fiasco of comic proportions.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, we were seated in a sparsely
occupied dining room and then summarily ignored for the next 20
minutes by everyone but the busboy, who conscientiously attended
to our water glasses.
Our thirst thoroughly quenched after three refills but our stomachs
still rumbling for attention with no relief in sight, we decided
to leave for the time being and move on to someplace more interested
in feeding us. After all, this was Friday night in restaurant-filled
Tucson. How hard could it be to find someplace else to eat?
Next on my list was the Solarium, a restaurant that's been part
of Tucson at least as long as I have, and one I've heard nothing
about in recent years.
If one assumes the popularity of a restaurant is an indication
of how good the food is, the nearly full parking lot at the Solarium
seemed a promising indication. That joint was jumping.
Approaching the foyer, however, we soon encountered the reason
for the crowd. A perky, cheerful woman was seated behind a long
table apparently helping people check in and fill out name tags
for some sort of reunion.
I assume the place was open to the general public as well but,
somehow, being in the middle of such a socially oriented event
didn't appeal to us and we beat a hasty retreat to regroup and
form yet another plan.
Who knows what quirks of fate were responsible for this series
of events, but thank goodness they lead us eventually through
the doors of Jonathan's Tucson Cork, where we were warmly welcomed
and our hunger finally sated in a most delicious way.
Chef Jonathan Landeen (who, coincidentally, was at the Solarium
for eight years before making the move to the Cork about two years
ago) has indeed created a refuge for the famished. The place was
known for its outstanding cuts of beef in the old days, when it
was called the Cork 'N' Cleaver, and Landeen has managed to retain
that reputation while adding an array of fresh seafood and chicken
dishes that easily appeal to the less beefy among us.
We began with an appetizer of button mushrooms sautéed
in a butter chili sauce that had just a hint of heat and went
well with an ice-Cold Beer.
Entrees are served with choice of soup--currently either
a daily special or albondigas--or salad. We both opted for the
salad, a fresh melange of mixed greens, cucumber, red onion, tomato
and sliced red, yellow and green bell peppers. The blue cheese
dressing was a standout: pungent, not overly creamy and studded
with bits of blue cheese.
On this first visit I tried Landeen's Southwest chicken,
two chicken breasts stuffed with feta cheese, ground chicken and
green chiles and topped with a compound salsa butter sauce. Utterly
tender, moist and full of flavor, this is a dish to enjoy many
times over.
According to Landeen, his restaurant is reflective of an entire
Southern cuisine, including not only the Southwest but Louisiana
and Florida as well.
Trained in the dining Mecca of New Orleans, traces of the bayou
can be noted throughout the Cork's menu, nowhere more obviously
than in the fish specials where some blackened variation is always
present.
Kevin sampled one of the three daily specials from the sea, a
grilled cabrilla. The fish was absolutely fresh and well complemented
by a salsa of black beans, chopped tomato, onion, chile and fresh
cilantro.
Other fish specials included a salmon oven-poached in a lemon-caper
butter sauce and fresh ahi tuna served with mango relish.
Side dishes include choice of rice pilaf, or either baked or
garlic-mashed potatoes, the latter falling nothing short of ambrosial
if you're any kind of a garlic lover.
On a second visit, I decided to take the plunge into high cholesterol
living and go for the beef. Although it might be a guilty pleasure,
I don't regret a single mouthful of some of the most flavorful
beef I've tasted since leaving Montana.
Prime rib doesn't get any better than that served at Jonathan's
Cork; absolutely tender and delicious and not too fatty, it's
worth any amount of cardiac risk. Unless you're seriously famished,
I recommend the petite cut, which, believe me, is far from skimpy.
The top sirloin, a cut which can often be a little on the tough
side, was equally tender and tasty, our only complaint being that
it was slightly overcooked for the requested medium rare. No matter,
we gobbled it up happily.
Room should be reserved for dessert at the Cork, a selection
that includes a dense bittersweet chocolate mousse served in a
creme anglaise and a New Orleans-style bread pudding served with
whipped cream.
The service at the Cork is relaxed but not dismissive and the
space, while cozy, is rustically reminiscent of a rambling ranch
house, complete with a Santa Fe fireplace in the bar.
Lucky for us we were thwarted in our attempts to go elsewhere
that Friday night. Jonathan's Tucson Cork is definitely a safe
and delectable haven for the hungry.
Jonathan's Tucson Cork. 6320 E. Tanque Verde Road. 296-1631.
Open daily for cocktails with food served in the bar from 3 p.m.
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