Word spread quickly
about the food. Well before the doors to the Ratty opened for dinner at
4:00, a line had begun forming on the steps outside. The word was that
dining services was hosting a visiting chef—Casey Riley, from the
upscale Castle Hill Inn and Resort in Newport, Rhode Island. Like
tourists grateful to snag a mid-afternoon dinner reservation at a
Michelin-starred restaurant, students queued up well in advance to
taste his creations, which Brown’s chefs had just finished duplicating
under chef Riley’s supervision. Meanwhile, behind closed doors, the
dining hall had been transformed for the evening. The massive round oak
tables were all dressed up with crisp white linens and baskets of
brightly colored Gerber daisies. A jazz combo could be heard tuning up
in the rear. Tired-looking staff raced around, filling portable
fountains with mango-flavored iced tea, arranging hand-made chocolate
truffles and bowls of freshly whipped cream on dessert tables, and
laying out serving utensils by the entreés. They’d just finished a
marathon day of prep work and another day cooking—“major overtime,” as
one chef put it—and were down to the wire. If past experience held—the
food fête has become an annual event—they’d be feeding nearly 3,000
hungry students in the next three-and-a-half hours.
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| (Lucas Foglia ’05) |
| Steven Monast stirs and chef John O’Shea tastes the clam chowder. |
While
the setting looked like a wedding reception, the guests were decidedly
casual. When the doors opened, students sauntered in wearing
flip-flops, T-shirts, and low-cut jeans. They slung backpacks onto
chairs and meandered around the room, checking out the appetizers
(littlenecks and sausage, rich clam chowder, tomato pesto soup), the
salads (organic baby greens with tomato and orange slices), the breads
(garlicky focaccia, tiny chive biscuits, sourdough rolls), the desserts
(strawberry shortcake, bourbon pecan pie, chocolate soufflé cake, and
Castle Hill’s trademark chocolate-chip cookies). Everything was made by
Brown chefs, who stood by glowing, hoping for rave reviews from this
unusual rabble of food critics.
By the time the first students made their way to
the tables with trays bearing their entrées (halibut on wilted greens,
salmon with shrimp and spring vegetable étouffée, pork loin with a
pistachio crust, brandy-glazed chicken, lentils with roasted
vegetables), the place was filling up. Students walked briskly back and
forth to the iced-tea fountains, refilling tiny plastic cups and
calling one another to come try the clams, the chowder, the roasted
asparagus with truffle oil. College food never tasted so good.
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| (Lucas Foglia ’05) |
| In
the final hours before the guest-chef dinner, Brown chefs hold a final
strategy session, each referring to a looseleaf binder of details. |
One
of the first to eat was rugby player Kalie Gold ’08, who’d just
returned from a match in Uganda. She picked a spot at an empty table
near the buffet line, judiciously tested an asparagus spear, and nodded
her approval. “Normally,” she shrugged, “you have to be creative to
make the Ratty work.” On a typical night, she said, she’d select pasta
and a little Alfredo sauce from the Italian Trattoria line, then onions
and tomatoes from another line, and season her creation with a squeeze
of lemon. Biting into the pork, however, she grinned. “This is just as
impressive as last year’s dinner,” she proclaimed.
Forty feet away a rowdy group had piled their
plates high. They ate voraciously, joking loudly as one after another
got up for refills. Asked if they were having appetizers first and then
heading over to the entrée lines, they shook their heads and explained
that this was just a snack, they were off to a dinner afterwards. Still
they dug in to their clams and sausage enthusiastically. “Awesome,” one
called out, and the others roared.
As the crowd thickened, dozens of students could
be overheard on cell phones, urging friends to come fast. Asked how the
food was, they gave full-mouthed grins and unanimous thumbs-ups.
“Amazing,” proclaimed Justin Kerestes ’08. “Delicious,” added Heddy
Anderson ’08. Sheila Dugan ’07 judged the meal “even better than last
year.”
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| (Lucas Foglia ’05) |
| Using
enormous cauldrons, Brown''s staff simmer soups, roll thousands of
chocolate truffles, and slice heaps of fresh strawberries for shortcake. |
Of the 2,900 students who ate in the dining halls that night—up
from the usual dinner crowd of 1,400 to 1,500—a lucky fifty won a
raffle for a bonus treat: the chance to eat with chef Riley in a
private room off the Ratty, where he staged a Food Network–style
cooking demonstration. At the front of the room he stood in impeccable
chef’s whites and toque, behind a long table laden with the meal’s
ingredients—from clams to olive oil—and a gas hot plate. “A lot of
people don’t want to clean the kitchen, so they cook on low heat,”
Riley warned, turning up the gas under a sauté pan, “but you don’t get
any flavor that way.” A few minutes later, when he placed a piece of
halibut in the pan, it sizzled loudly. “That’s what’s going to create
the fond,” he said, “which is what creates flavor.”
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Riley
told them he’d never worked in a facility the size of the Ratty. He’d
cooked at plenty of high-end restaurants, but there he was preparing
dishes à la minute—made to order, at the last minute. “It’s
amazing,” he said, praising both Brown’s cooks and the quality of the
ingredients they’d used. His restaurant is known for its fresh, local
seafood and produce, and he lauded the University for supporting local
farmers [see “The New Organic,” July/August, 2005, or go to
brownalumnimagazine.com/storyDetail.cfm?ID=2769]. “I want to encourage
you as young people to visit farmers’ markets,” he said. “Good chefs
buy good food.”
Riley’s talk was part technique, part food
history. A handful of students jotted notes on the recipe printouts
he’d provided. As he prepared a traditional local dish of Portuguese
littlenecks and chorizo sausage, he explained that all New England
hard-shelled clams are technically quahogs, and that the terms
cherrystone, littleneck, and quahog simply describe their size, from
small to large. He pointed out that grocery stores carry two styles of
chorizo: Portuguese, which is common in Rhode Island, and the spicier
Mexican variety. Both, he said, derive from recipes brought by the
Spanish when they invaded the Americas. The smell of garlic filled the
room.
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“How do you come up with your recipes?” one student asked. The chef
said he was inspired by the places he’s lived, that he’d developed his
love of chiles while living in New Mexico, for example, and that he’s
now learning from his sous chef, who, like many Rhode Islanders, has
roots in Portugal. “Portuguese food is now a part of my life,” Riley
said with a wide grin, adding that the students were lucky to be living
amid this particular culture and cuisine.
The four-year-old annual fête at the Ratty may be the showiest change
in student dining these days, but it’s one of dozens of innovations
dining services staff have concocted in recent years to keep students
eating on campus, rather than in Thayer Street eateries. “If you
stagnate, students tend to wander,” says executive chef John O’Shea,
who has been with the University since 1976.
In his early days, O’Shea recalls, meals were
served at fixed hours, and menus adhered to a pretty simple formula:
“You had your meat or chicken, fish, your starches, two vegs,” he says,
deadpan. “No soup with dinner; just lunch.”
Lucas Foglia ’05
Students dig in enthusiastically.
Everything
was prepared from scratch—as it is now—in vast stainless steel
cauldrons, and a service elevator brought the food up to four identical
steam-table food lines in the center of the dining hall. Variety crept
in during the 1970s, as the University tried to keep pace with the rise
of salad bars and the increased popularity of granola, yogurt, bagels,
and soft ice cream. Students may have complained, but there were few
alternatives. All freshmen were required to buy meal contracts, and
limited access to dormitory kitchens and a dearth of nearby inexpensive
restaurants kept most upperclassmen eating in the dining halls until
they moved into off-campus apartments senior year.
That’s all changed. First-year students still
must purchase meal contracts, but after that dining services has to
compete for market share. In the 1970s students drank endless cups of
coffee and ate slabs of cheesecake smothered in gloopy cherry sauce at
Ronnie’s Rascal House on Thayer Street. Now on Thayer Street students
can choose among falafel, pad Thai, sushi, chow fun, souvlaki,
burritos, and linguini, all in addition to such staples as hot dogs,
hamburgers, pizza, and ice cream.
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What’s
more, today’s students arrive on College Hill as more sophisticated
eaters than those from earlier, canned-goods generations. They are
experienced microwavers and know their way around a take-out menu. For
the most part, they grew up in smaller families and ate out more than
previous generations. They grew up with the Food Network and know the
difference between gelato and sorbet. “Many of these kids come here
with extraordinary dining experiences,” says Vice President of Campus
Life and Student Services David Greene, who this summer left Brown for
the University of Chicago. “They didn’t grow up on powdered milk.” He
sighs and shakes his head enviously. “God, I hated that stuff.”
Parents care more, too. Housing and
dining, Greene says, are two areas in which parental expectations are
rapidly increasing. “Some of it has to do with the rising cost of a
Brown education, and some of it has to do with higher standards,” he
says. “Parents want healthy food for their children. At Parents’
Weekend, I always get questions about the quality of the food and the
amount of organic produce. I can guarantee that these parents think
about what their kids eat more than mine did.”
Today’s students are also far less rigid about
meal times. They’re used to eating when they’re hungry, not just
between 12 and 1 or 5 and 7 p.m. Thayer Street restaurants are open all
day and late into the night, and pizza parlors are no longer the only
places that deliver. In response, dining halls have expanded their
hours of operation, serving continuously from 7:30 a.m. to 7:30 p.m.
Students can use meal credits interchangeably or spend their “FlexPlus
Points” at the snack carts in the libraries or until 2 a.m. at Josiah’s
or the Gate. These days, food is food. It doesn’t matter when or where
you eat it.
Verney-Wooley, or V-Dub, as the smaller dining
hall on Pembroke campus is known, got a makeover four years ago [“Chez
V-Dub,” November/December, 2002, or go to www
.brownalumnimagazine.com/storydetail.cfm?ID=1787], and the four food
lines in the Ratty were given distinctive identities and menus. The
Trattoria line features pasta and other Italian dishes; Roots &
Shoots highlights seasonal local produce and caters to vegans and
vegetarians; the Bistro serves breakfast all day and more sophisticated
fare at night; and you can always grab a burger and fries at the Grill.
Observant Muslim and Jewish students can purchase Halal and Kosher meal
plans.
For students on the run, the dining halls now
offer biode-gradable take-away containers. Beyond that, students can
pick up a coffee and a muffin at the Blue Room or a bagel at Little
Joe’s in Vartan Gregorian Quad. The Blue Room, Ivy Room, and Gate all
serve lunch, and the latter features local produce in its community-
harvest pizzas. Late-night eaters can go there or pick up quesadillas
and stir-fries at Josiah’s.
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| Behind
the antique paneled doors leading to his restaurant kitchen in Newport,
Castle Hill chef Casey Riley prepares just one dish at a time. |
Students
also have the option of participating in the harvesting, distribution,
and promotion of local food. In the fall, dining services takes
vanloads of students to local farms to pick apples and other produce. A
Wednesday farmers market in Wriston Quad sells flowers, fruits,
vegetables, honey, salsas, and jam, as well as buttery tarts and
cookies made by dining services bakers. The chefs also have begun
offering occasional cooking classes for students, and the Ratty hosts a
popular Iron Chef competition, in which students compete to outcook one
another.
For all these changes, though, students still
complain about dining hall food. The suggestion boxes at the Ratty are
regularly filled with pleas for more variety, more vegetarian, more
organic, and more healthy options.
O’Shea says he cooked up the visiting chef
program to give students “a break from mac and cheese” and to give his
staff a chance to stretch their culinary wings, working with pricier
ingredients than usual and learning new techniques from their
colleagues in the higher-end restaurant business. Each winter, O’Shea
and several staff members make a road trip to scout out a local
restaurant’s menu and to invite the chef to oversee a meal drawn from
the restaurant’s fare. The visitors provide the recipes, and Brown
chefs do the math, figuring out how to increase the proportions for a
single serving of, say, pan-roasted halibut, to 1,000 or more. Then the
visitor comes up and taste-tests the results and together they
fine-tune the recipes.
Dishes from past visiting chefs have found their
way into regular rotation at both the Ratty and Verney-Wooley. Gnocchi
from the chic Italian restaurant Mediterraneo, up on Providence’s
Federal Hill, were an overwhelming hit when its chef came to campus in
2005; they’re now in regular rotation on the menu. So are the chicken
tikka and chana masala (curried chickpeas) from Thayer’s Street’s
popular Indian restaurant Kebab and Curry, whose chef visited the year
before.
Although all this gustatory reform may comfort
parents and incoming students, some eating habits die hard. At the end
of chef Riley’s cooking demonstration last spring, two women lingered,
discussing what they liked best and comparing recipes animatedly. They
were roommates, they said. Asked if they planned to go home and try any
of the dishes they’d eaten tonight, the two dissolved into sheepish
giggles.
“First we have to buy a frying pan,” one of them admitted.
For all the high-minded talk about variety and
healthy food options, the fact remains, for example, that of the
sixteen breakfast cereals available in the dining halls, Cinnamon Toast
Crunch and Golden Grahams remain the most popular. When chicken tenders
are on the menu, 1,600 or 1,800 students regularly tear through 2,400
portions, says O’Shea, observing that the other top draws are fried
chicken, popcorn chicken, grilled chicken, and roast turkey dinner with
mashed potatoes and gravy. Maybe comfort food is just more forgiving of
mass production.
Then again, maybe students away from home really want something that tastes like home.
And although the hot trend in university food
services these days is toward what’s called “distributed dining,”
multiple small eateries with a more intimate feel, the Ratty is still
the place to be at mealtimes. Built in the 1950s, Brown’s main campus
refectory has an industrial-size basement kitchen and central service
elevators hauling food up to a core of four service stations. Once
state-of-the-art, the Ratty is archaic by today’s standards. The dining
hall seats 974, and, except in two alcoves (the caves, students call
them) with lower ceilings, the din from student conversations can be
deafening. It’s an agorophobe’s nightmare.
Still, students love the space as much as they
love to kvetch about the food. Anticipating that replacing the Ratty
might be a goal in the current Boldly Brown capital campaign, the
campus life office surveyed students last year to gauge their
preferences. What administrators found was that, for all its faults,
the Ratty serves as a commons for much of the campus. And students
really, really like it.
“There’s a tremendous yearning among students for
community, in a social environment, over food,” David Greene says. “I
was surprised. I was thrilled.”
So instead of gutting the space or building a new
dining hall, Brown renovated the existing space this summer, adding a
long-needed elevator and ramps to make it truly handicap-accessible,
and replacing the ceilings to upgrade lighting as well as fire and
security systems. The interior is getting a facelift, but it will
remain the cavernous space it always was, a place to see and be seen—a
place to eat.
Charlotte Bruce Harvey is the BAM’s managing editor.
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