A Rare Breed of Chef Serves Up Hints of Days Past

PARIS - If the walls at 5 Rue de Fleurus could talk, they would speak volumes. Even before 1967 - when Jean-Claude and Jeannine Gramond took over this minuscule bistro that might well have served as the setting for A.J. Liebling's gastronomic splurges - the address had a sense of flair.
Gertrude Stein is said to have lived at some point in the tiny, two-story house in the courtyard now occupied by the Gramonds. Hemingway lived down the street.

One can chart the social and cultural changes that have overtaken the neighborhood since the day the couple opened their restaurant with five francs in the cash register and nothing more than a desire to serve simple, classic French fare. In the 1960s they often did two services at lunch, sending the overflow for a walk in the Luxembourg Gardens until places were liberated.

Before Francois Mitterrand became president of France, he lived around the corner, on Rue Guynemer, and was a frequent diner. The bourgeoisie of the neighborhood, including august members of the Academie Francaise, politicians, bishops from Rome, United Nations leaders and editors from the many publishing houses within a stone's throw of the Luxembourg made this their cantine. In short, the sort of place Parisians like to call an ''etablissement confidentiel.''

Today, the lace tablecloths, the bouquets of dried flowers, the fish tank in the tiny glassed-in terrace, are all testaments to days long past - another life, another style of cooking. And so is the dearth of ''clients fidèles.'' Publishing houses have moved to the suburbs, the two-cognac lunch is a relic of yesteryear and many of the intellectuals are now too old to make it out of their apartments to the Gramonds' domain. The younger generation would rather find nourishment at neighborhood cafés.

Chef Gramond's cuisine is both earnest and admirable. He makes twice-weekly, middle-of-the-night treks to the Rungis market for produce, meat and fish. They have always split the chores, he cooking out of a compact kitchen in the back, she tending to the 20 or so spots in the dining room.

One of a rare breed of chef left in France today, Gramond refuses to alter the classic cuisine he learned more than 40 years ago in the hotel school in Toulouse. The menu, handwritten and mimeographed in purple ink on the machine they bought three decades ago, is brief and to the point: You might find seasonal green asparagus from Provence bathed in a chervil vinaigrette; a commendable terrine of foie gras; plump scallops seared in butter and served on a bed of leeks; small, tender baby leg of lamb with a fine sorrel sauce.

Daily specials might include a lamb stew prepared with white beans, or haricots blancs, grown by Gramond on their farm in the Vosges. And come fall, his game specialties take over, with a delectable wild hare terrine; a civet de lièvre, and roasted partridge.

Three bulging cellars beneath the restaurant harbor treasures from days past:

A hoard of sturdy Santenays from the Cote de Beaune, dating to 1978, all priced at less than 400 francs. A charming 1982 Carmes Brion goes for 389 francs. There is an exceptional, long maturing Chasse Spleen, with the 1976 priced at 430 francs; as well as a 1975 Pierbone at 268 francs.

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THROUGHOUT the evening, the chef timidly enters the dining room in his clogs and spotless whites, awaiting each diner's opinion on his latest efforts. Later, come dessert time, he is back in his domain, and you hear the gentle rhythm of egg whites being beaten to stiff peaks, ready for his famed soufflé Grand Marnier.

So go, with a hunger for the fine classics of French gastronomy, and toast a chef who knows of what he cooks.

Chez Gramond, 5 Rue de Fleurus, Paris 6; tel: 01-42-22-28-89. Closed Sunday. Credit card: Visa. A la carte, 280 francs (about $45) a person without wine, including service; 350 to 400 francs with wine.

Il Cortile: A Taste of Italy in the Middle of Paris

PARIS - Despite a universal love affair with Italian cuisine, the very gastronomic Paris remains a wasteland for authentic pastas, breads, risottos and traditional Italian grilled fare. Leave it to Alain Ducasse, Michelin's new six-star chef and lover of all things Mediterranean, to bail us out here.
As consultant to the newly anointed one-star Il Cortile (in the Hotel Castille on Rue Cambon), Ducasse has come up with a winning formula. With the French chef Nicholas Vernier at the stove, the two are mixing up some very delicious ''I'll come back for more'' Italian fare.

The good news is that they stay clear of those boring 10 greatest hits of Italian cuisine. Rather, the menu is based on inventive, fresh and seasonal fare. Every few months the menu changes and showcases a seasonal ingredient - artichokes, broccoli and scallops were some of the most recent.

My only regret is that the breads are so delicious you are likely to fill up on them, leaving room for little else. Seconds after you are seated in the tastefully decorated dining room, you are showered with a selection of hot-from-the-oven delights such as an oil-brushed rosemary flat bread, crisp and crunchy; nicely risen little squares of focaccia, and firm, fresh grissini wrapped in prosciutto.

first bites Each menu includes an antipasto platter, at least eight little bites that might include a deeply salty pissaladiere; paper-thin slices of raw fennel bathed in a tonnato sauce; sardines marinated with citrus and capers, or a Swiss chard tourte.

Pasta and rice selections might include an unusual risotto flavored with a trio of tomato flavors - slow-roasted, pan-fried and fresh-chopped; a ravioli filled with ricotta, sage and ham, or a classic fettuccine with pistou and aged Parmigiano Reggiano.

On one visit, the main course swordfish arrived perfectly, evenly cooked and so moist, with a glossy, stock-based sauce so shiny you could almost see your reflection, a sign of true professionalism. Here, vegetables are treated with equal respect as fish and meat, and the swordfish that day was paired with artichokes, potatoes, mushrooms, apple and onion, all tasting solely of themselves.

Equally triumphant is the evenly, perfectly grilled guinea hen, roasted on a spit and accompanied by full-flavored caillettes of guinea hen liver and gizzard and heart, wrapped in caul fat and pan-fried. The accompanying polenta was a model of its genre, steaming, flavorful, smooth and rich.

But on one evening, the open ravioli of artichokes and shrimp proved just too dry and without character; and the rabbit with gnocchi was less than astonishing, the rabbit being just a bit too tough to enjoy.

Service is impeccable, friendly and discreet and the wine list a joy. I adore the lightly chilled, easy-drinking Vernaccia di San Gimignano, a distinctive, highly flavored wine from the village north of Siena, priced at 140 francs ($23.50) a bottle.

In the summertime, Il Cortile has one of the city's loveliest outdoor gardens for open-air dining. But don't wait until temperatures soar to give the spot a try.

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Il Cortile, (Hotel Castille), 37 Rue Cambon, Paris 1; tel: 01-44-58-45-67; fax: 01-40-15-97-64. Closed Saturday and Sunday. All major credit cards. A la carte, 250 to 300 francs per person, including service but not wine.

A Thai Feast for the Eye And Also for the Palate

BANGKOK - It is a purely serene glimpse of paradise. The calm and pristine restaurant with teak, ceramics and fine Thai silk is afloat in a magnificent pool of lotus blossoms. The cuisine is an intelligent blend of traditional and modern Thai cooking, intended to merge a feast for the eyes and one for the palate. The six-year-old Celadon restaurant is just a corner of the Sukhothai Hotel, a gleaming white complex that, too, is a well-considered mix of modern and traditional, with ancient temple doors, a palm-lined drive and six acres of lily ponds, in the center of Bangkok.
In these harmonious and elegant surroundings, diners at Celadon (which takes its name from the ceramic glaze as well as the grayish yellow-green color of traditional and modern Asian pottery) can choose from a labyrinthine menu of Thai fare. Seated on chairs upholstered in crisp beige linen and dining off thick, hand-crafted celadon plates on white linen place mats, we feasted on a palate-stimulating spicy beef salad, paired with plenty of cucumbers and raw onions for cooling down the palate. The winged bean salad was a perfect balance of spicy and sour, with lots of giant shrimp in a peanut-based sauce. And other starters - such as deep-fried minced pork and shrimp wrapped in bean curd sheets and rice flour crepe stuffed with crab meat, minced chicken and mushrooms - showed how cleverly the Thai chefs borrow curries from India and stir-fry and noodles from China.

soup imitates art Thai soups are an art, and one of the most popular is tom yam goonglai rue goong maenam, a spicy sour soup that blends tiger prawns and river prawns, seasoned with fragrant lemongrass, lime juice and fresh garden chili. The brilliant red, pink, and green soup is the perfect blend of the iodine richness of the sea and the herbal freshness of the garden, a true layering of flavors, harmonious and so evenly spiced that one marvels at the cook's controlled hand. Heavier, but no less fulfilling was the also popular tomkha gai, the regal herb-, chicken-and coconut-based soup that balances sweet, spice and fatty richness.

Main courses include no less than 13 curries, and ours was one of the most traditional, a southern Indian-inspired chicken curry - gaeng mussaman nuea rue gai - a gently sweet dish, and one of the rare Thai dishes containing potatoes - that was all spicy mellowness, laced with Indian herbs and one that left you with a lingering smile on your palate.

Despite common belief, Thai food is not universally hot, for paralyzed palates no longer note the subtleties of fine cuisine. So we followed with a very delicate steamed white snapper, topped with lime juice and just a gentle hit of chilies.

Desserts offer a gentle close, with glutinous rice balls in sweetened egg in coconut milk, and soothing pumpkin custard. Lemongrass tea ends it all, to soothe the palate and aid digestion.

A total contrast to the elegant Celadon was an open-air feast at the northern city of Chiang Mai, where we dined at the Pongyang Garden Resort on a shaded teakwood terrace, surrounded by the soothing sounds and midday coolness of a rushing waterfall. Seated at bare wooden picnic tables and sipping the cooling Thai Singha beer, we ate simple country fare. Abundant platters of raw vegetables - green beans, herbs, lettuce - revved up our appetites, which were ready by the time the parade of courses arrived: a rich meat salad of pork that had been marinated in salt, sugar and coriander and then dried in the sun; Burmese pork curry, and minced chicken salad.

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TWO highlights of the meal were the beautifully bitter grilled pork in fermented tamarind sauce, which perfectly balanced out the heat and richness of the other fare. Then came a whole Cambodian carp-like fish, deep-fried so the skin was crisp and vibrant, smothered with fresh chilies and topped with a carpet of fried basil leaves. The days' soup - the traditional tom yam ghung - was refreshing, a mix of half chicken stock and half shrimp stock, laced with lemon juice, galingale, lemongrass, chilies and shrimp.

Dessert could not have been more simple: giant platters of papaya, watermelon and pineapple, which the locals sprinkle with salt for perfect digestion.

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Celadon, Sukhothai Hotel, 13/3 South Sathorn Road, Bangkok 10120, Thailand. Tel: (66-2) 287-0222, extension 5722. Fax: (66-2) 287-4980. Open daily. All major credit cards. Vegetarian menu at 520 baht ($11), and tasting menus at 580 and 620 baht.

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Pongyang Garden Resort, KM 14 Maerim-Samerng Road, Chiang Mai, Thailand. Tel: (66-53) 879-151 Fax: (66-53) 879-153. Open daily. No credit cards. About 200 baht per person.

This is the last of a series.

Glories of Hong Kong, The Cuisine Champ

HONG KONG - Under the circumstances - increasing cultural competition from Shanghai and Singapore, general post-changeover anxiety and then the health scare with poultry - it would be downright impossible for the Hong Kong food arena not to be subjected to stress. Tourism, the locomotive for this island's hotel and restaurant business, is way down, and shows no signs of perking up overnight.
That said, the Hong Kong restaurant scene appears, on the surface at least, remarkably stable. Given the choice of spending a week in any Asian city to experience the glories of Chinese cuisine, I'd opt for a ticket to this gastronomic capital. Immense variety, experienced chefs and a well-heeled, well-informed clientele, all help make this an unbeatable food city. The only real downside is the decreasing availability of some choice ingredients - the finest teas and delicate Shanghai crab for example - as the increasingly wealthy mainland Chinese begin to limit exports to the island and keep the luxury goods for themselves.

Certainly the most exciting meal of the weeklong stay was at Dynasty, the elegantly comfortable restaurant in the New World Hotel. For those who think Cantonese food is the same old 20 greatest hits, think again. Chef Tam Sek Lun has been holding court at the Dynasty for 15 years and his maturity and dexterity are evident in every dish. He is known for his home-style Cantonese food (as opposed to dim sum or banquet fare), honest, warming, easy-to-love fare.

Who could find fault with the chef's steamed eggplant with preserved vegetables, a dish with unusually rich, smoky and earthy flavor, a properly bitter edge and lots of cabbage, a brilliant vegetarian substitute for the traditional pork.

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Rice Delicacies

His clay-pot rice dishes are worth a trip all on their own: Rice is cooked in covered, unglazed pots so the bottom layer crisps, making for fragrant, nutty, crunchy rice contrasting with the moist rice on the top. It's served with pork sausage and a blood sausage so sweet and dense it was like eating candy.

But I swooned over - and still dream of - his outrageously delicious baked silver cod, an offering of smoky, complex flavors with fat fillets marinated for four hours in a blend of Chinese wine, several different bean pastes, celery, lemon, chili peppers and ginger, then roasted in an ultrahot oven. The dish has it all - aroma, silken, soft and soothing texture, and that well-calculated balance of spice, fire and acidity. This intelligent, modern creation should quiet those who believe all Chinese cuisine is nothing but reworked old classics.

The elegance of the Chinese red-and-cream embossed menu and the teahouse decor with rosewood screens and antique ornaments are not at all at odds with the accessible fare, for the presentation is at once homey and stylish. A dish of steamed egg white with baby scallops, meat and vegetables was both creamy and ethereal, like reaching for clouds and dropping them in your mouth.

Desserts here are remarkably appealing: delicately sweet, baked honeydew melon puffs filled with a melon paste, like little presents of evenly balanced sweetness and acidity.

Next in line for most enjoyable fare in Hong Kong is the incomparable brunch-time dim sum at Victoria City Seafood Restaurant. This vast, and somewhat impersonal restaurant plopped in the middle of a huge office complex remains a mecca for those who want little bites of heaven to tide them over until the next good meal.

The dish of the day was the Shanghai crab roe dumplings, steaming hot and dripping with the brilliant saffron color of the rich roe, so sweet and pleasurable.

Traditional steamed fresh shrimp dumplings are classic and flawless, while the glutinous rice in lotus leaf is a hedonistic affair, a fragrant bundle of tightly compressed rice, all stick-to-your-teeth chewy and exorbitantly satisfying. Equally awesome were the Shanghai mince pies - flaky lard pastry that would make a French chef proud, filled with a delicious mix of moist and evenly spiced mincemeat and showered with a thick layer of crunchy sesame seeds.

Far less inspired this time around was the meal at the generally exquisite Lai Ching Heen, my hands-down Hong Kong favorite of the past. At the last meal at this exquisitely appointed dining room in the Regent Hotel, the earth moved. This time, it did not even tremble. Gone were the harmony and brilliance. One might chalk it up to a bad day in the kitchen, but the once brilliant deep-fried scallops with pear and water chestnut was lackluster, the baked, stuffed sea whelk in its shell seemed to have lost its reason for being, and other dishes - sautéed lobster, snake soup, deboned pink garoupa fish and beggar's chicken all lacked intensity and polish. Menus are planned according to the moon, so it may just be that Scorpios should have stayed away during that lunar cycle.

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THE Regent kitchens redeemed themselves with a flawlessly fresh meal at Yu, the inventively simple all-fish restaurant with its turquoise aquarium, soft lighting and panoramic harbor view. What raw-oyster lover could resist a presentation that includes bluepoints from America, belons from France, Sydney rocks from Australian and Pacifics from Canada? Yu also offers a spectacular seafood platter that arrives as a conical mountain of crushed ice, with shellfish and crustaceans attached like rock climbers. Likewise, an abundant assortment of live fish and shellfish, from jumping shrimp to sweet king prawns to baby abalone to cherrystone clams can be served steamed, poached or grilled.

Hong Kong has its share of ''attitude'' and of the city's most steadfastly surly spots is the old Luk Yu Teahouse, where only local regulars are accorded courtesy. But force your way in the door (gently, kindly) and settle into a world of fading local history and dim sum dreams.

As slow-moving old ladies in faded chef's whites parade about with battered metal tins of steaming buns, one sips fragrant peony-blossom tea and witnesses a dying breed of Chinese men who spend the morning reading, ruminating, nipping at their tea. The dim sum selection is vast and varied - ranging from lotus-root puffs to pork ribs in barbecue sauce to glutinous rice in a lotus leaf - but they're heavier and richer than you'll find in other establishments. Go for the nostalgia and the 1930s charm.

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Dynasty, New World Hotel, 22 Salisbury Road, Tsimshatsui, Kowloon; tel: (852) 2369-4111, ext. 6361; fax: 2734-6006. Open daily. Reservations necessary. All major credit cards. About 300 Hong Kong dollars ($39) per person, not including beverages.

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Victoria City Seafood Restaurant, Sun Hung Kai Centre, 2F, 30 Harbor Road, Wanchai; tel: 2827-9938; fax: 2827-7218. Open daily. Dim sum, 22 to 30 Hong Kong dollars per basket.

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Lai Ching Heen, The Regent, 18 Salisbury Road, Tsimshatsui, Kowloon, Hong Kong; tel: 2721-1211; fax: 2739-4546. Open daily. Reservations necessary. All major credit cards. About 400 to 500 Hong Kong dollars per person, not including beverages.

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Yu, The Regent (see above); tel: 2721-1211, ext 2340; fax: 2724-3243. Reservations necessary for dinner. All major credit cards. About 600 Hong Kong dollars per person, not including beverages.

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Luk Yu Tea House, 24-26 Stanley Street, Central; tel: 2523-5464. No credit cards. Reservations not accepted. Open 7 A.M. to 10 P.M. daily. 150 to 300 Hong Kong dollars per person.

Next week: Food trends in Asia.

Inside and Outside, East Meets West in Shanghai

SHANGHAI - The last time I saw Shanghai it was 1982, the populace wore the obligatory blue Mao jackets and cotton shoes, we ate as ''special guests'' in cavernous greasy-spoon restaurant dining rooms reserved for foreigners, and everyone rode bicycles. It was as if the city had been closed for repairs.
Today, the dress is more likely to be Armani and John Lobb, the dining halls are named Haagen-Dazs, Baskin-Robbins and KFC, and the mode of transport is a VW Golf.

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The city is as haze-choked as ever, and you can wander down the city's main drag, Nanjing Road, from the Peace Hotel and watch as whole blocks of China's Fifth Avenue are torn down, not with a wrecking ball but with bare hands and hammers by men in wicker hard hats.

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Food Imitates Life

Food mimics cultural, political and financial trends. And so it comes as no surprise to see a reawakened Shanghai sporting the familiar golden arches, Kentucky colonel, pizzerias, waiters on roller skates, German microbreweries and shopping-mall food courts with U.S. beef, alongside the hundreds of street vendors offering deliciously fresh traditional snacks for eating with your hands.

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If ever there was an East-meets-West cuisine culture, this is it. As Shanghai works to compete with Hong Kong and Singapore for the Asian capital of the next century, it is inevitable that modern, Western-style restaurants will make inroads, as the city relearns its past and invents the future.

One of the first East-West restaurants is fittingly named Park 97, the creation of a group of Australians who already have no less than seven Hong Kong establishments, all trendy and designed to appeal to the young, beautiful and well-heeled, more interested in seeing and being seen than in gastronomy.

Park 97 is nestled in a rare stretch of Shanghai greenery at the edge of Fuxing Park near the city's ever-popular French quarter, where the character-filled, two-story buildings are being torn down at a frighteningly rapid pace, to be replaced with the ever-expanding overhead expressway and inevitable high-rises.

Decorated in an understated Art Deco style, this seven-day-a-week restaurant caters to local Shanghai residents as well as the mass of transient businessmen and women aiming to set up business in the city. The menu is designed to please its lean, health-conscious clientele, with a gentrified, East-West mix of sushi, asparagus in balsamic-vinegar dressing, breast of chicken with saffron couscous and vegetarian-oriented casserole with mixed grains and beans.

What we did not witness, but heard much about, was China's favorite new drink. A passion for cognac has been replaced by a wine obsession. But not just red wine alone. Wine has become the Chinese toasting drink, drunk bottoms up, mixing red wine with Sprite and white wine with Coke.

But I was in Shanghai to sample the people's fare, so one raw, misty, drab-gray Sunday in December we strolled with masses of Chinese along the two-kilometer walkway that parallels the Huangpu River, stopping now and then for a sidewalk snack. The most popular remains a steaming, conical mass of rice steamed in lotus leaf. Just tear the leaf back and bite into the compact rice, eating it all like an ice cream cone. The piping-hot package of glutinous rice, chicken, dried shrimp and black mushrooms will warm you all the way through.

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EQUALLY delicious, and found every few blocks throughout Shanghai, are the pan-fried buns - known as pot stickers - steamed dumplings filled with Chinese black mushrooms and fatty ground pork, finely chopped scallions and fresh leaves of coriander. The best are steam-cooked, then bottom-fried to a crisp, often at curbside over a makeshift brazier. Delicious on a cold winter's day, they're designed for dipping into doses of soy, wine and ginger.

For indoor dining, one could hardly do better than the grand and popular Mei Long Zhen. With its grand, jade-green pagoda-style entrance, the restaurant was established in 1938 by a group of filmmakers, actors, playwrights and authors and has long been one of the city's premier dining establishments.

Today the enormous restaurant boasts seven dining halls, all traditionally decorated with painted wall scrolls, lanterns and frescoes and reliefs. Television monitors are a modern addition: In one of the main-floor dining halls, monitors hung in each corner of the room while the Chinese equivalent of MTV treated us to a series of young, bashful, awkward Chinese girls singing and dancing their hearts out.

The place was bustling. At one table, a family of 10 celebrated a girl's eighth birthday, complete with candles and a baroquely decorated cake that twirled atop the lazy Susan. At another, a young Shanghai couple sat devouring their lunch, accompanied by Coke in the can.

Our meal was truly magnificent - a refined Shanghai version of Sichuan cuisine, not nearly as spicy as that you'll find in the capital of Chengdu. The food is prepared with superb local ingredients and subtle seasoning. Service follows suit, with efficiency and attentiveness.

Start with the steaming hot pork and crab dumplings, ethereal dim sum delicacies that one must learn to eat with dexterity and patience. Hold the little pillow between two chopsticks, deftly sucking out the vermilion juice that's colored by sweet crab roe.

For a soothing balance of texture and elegance, try the broth-like mixture of buttery, sliced bean curd and crab meat punctuated by the lively addition of fresh ginger and chives. As suggested by our waiter, we drizzled it all with a touch of pungent Chinese black vinegar, adding a perfect acid tone.

But the finest dish of the day was the ''dancing'' crab - sautéed crab in pepper sauce, one of the most satisfying and exciting Chinese dishes I have ever had. The raw crab was cracked with a cleaver to allow the seasoning to penetrate the meat, then stir-fried in a mix of rock salt, coarsely ground black pepper, garlic and chives, and showered with a bit of cornstarch to bind the seasonings to the crab shell. This is finger food, designed to suck noisily and happily, savoring every bit of sauce, extracting every morsel of sweet crab.

Unusual were the crisp cakes of radish, puff pastry prepared with lard and wrapped around a ball of shredded daikon radish, then steamed; and one could make a meal of the hearty fried rice, studded with mushrooms, peas, shredded eggs and ham, with another dose of black vinegar to cut the fat.

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a scrumptious end Dessert lovers will devour the date pancake with melon kernel, an Asian version of a date strudel, with sweet date filling wrapped in a thin, golden-yellow pancake.

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Wash it all down with a glass or two of delicate Dynasty nonvintage wine, a drinkable all-purpose wine that's made from the muscat grape in the Tianjin region of China as part of a Chinese-French joint venture.

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Park 97 Shanghai, 2 Gao Lan Road, Fuxing Park; tel: (86-21) 6318-0785; fax: 6387- 4716. All major credit cards. Open daily. About $50 per person, including wine and service.

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Mei Long Zhen, 1081 Nanjing Road; tel: (86-21) 6256-6688. All major credit cards. Open daily. About $35 per person, including wine and service.

Next week: Hong Kong.


Feeling Yangish? A Singapore Cure Eating Your Ailments Away: Good for the Body and Palate

SINGAPORE - As one always eager to learn more about the food-health connection, this opportunity seemed too good to be true: A Chinese herbal doctor takes your pulse, examines the state of your tongue, diagnoses your yin-yang status, and prescribes dinner.
No hoax. After all, this is Singapore, the world's greatest candy store for anyone eager to dabble in the wonders of food, Asian and otherwise. It's all here Ð North and South Indian, Malay, Indonesian, Korean, Thai, Vietnamese, Japanese, Chinese, the local Nonya cuisine and Western.

But back to the herb doctor. He holds court in a second-floor Chinese restaurant fittingly called Imperial Herbal, around the corner from the famed Raffles Hotel.

The predictable interior is straight out of Chinese Restaurant Decor 101, with large round tables, small alcoves for private dining, and endless, endless pouring of hot tea, in our case the prescribed ginseng-root tea designed to balance us out. My pulse and tongue suggested I was a little bit on the yin side, but not so much that a little bit of double-boiled shark's cartilage soup wouldn't cure me. My partner, on the other hand, had too much yang (and was informed he needed more sleep than I, no surprise to either of us). He was prescribed a dish of eggplant and pine nuts to moisturize his lungs, lubricate his intestines, and retard aging.

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Healthy and Good Eating

But that's enough of the health angle. A single dinner wasn't going to make or break our future, so we dug into our prescribed meal with our normal gusto. Whether or not you're curious about your yin-yang balance, by all means go to Imperial Herbal for the food. It's light, ethereal almost, and most of all, different from just about any sort of Chinese food you know.

Save for the medicinally fragrant soups that were too bitter to be palate pleasing, a series of dishes here were not only invigorating but memorable.

Begin with the quick-fried egg white with dried scallops, served in a shredded-potato nest. I never knew egg whites could be so otherworldly, tasting like delicately flavored clouds in crunchy, light potato baskets that seemed to have been deep fried in air they were so void of fat or grease. A generous dose of black pepper (as prescribed) left one both amazed and satisfied.

Equally impressive was the velvety braised codfish fillet in fermented rice sauce with fresh lily buds. The buds tasted faintly like a mix between Provencal almonds fresh from the tree and moist water chestnuts.

But the finest dish of the day was the braised eggplant with pine nuts, another greaseless dish with a smooth, soft texture and pure, rich eggplant flavor, almost that of the revered wild cèpe mushroom.

The menu, carefully translated into English, is loaded with curiosities (such as deer-penis wine, deep-fried scorpions and crunchy black ants), but such traditional fare as beggar's chicken wrapped in lotus leaves, sautéed chili prawns with walnuts, and sautéed flank steak with orange peel should keep the average diner more than content.

A visit to Singapore would not be complete without a visit to the Raffles Hotel for a curry tiffin, where the ever-changing buffet offers something for every palate. The elegant room alone Ð stark white with black bentwood arm-chairs, silver vases and brisk, white-jacketed waiters Ð is worth a detour all of its own.

the high art of tiffin Tiffin, the traditional Indian lunch or midmorning snack, has long been practiced as high art at Raffles. Begin with the bold and spicy mulligatawny soup, a certified wake-up alarm for the palate. This traditional Indian marriage (from the Tamil word milakutanni, or pepper water) here consists of no less than 29 ingredients, ranging from blue ginger (galangal) to cashew nuts to cloves, cassia leaves and lemon juice.

The chicken-based soup, which takes its vibrant ocher-orange color from a generous dose of turmeric and curry powder, cooks for a good three hours at a gentle simmer, making for a stew that is a meal all on its own. The buffet, which may include a quartet of starters, the mulligatawny soup, tandoori prawns, an assortment of fish, chicken, lamb and vegetable curries all accompanied by rice, an assortment of pickles and indescribably fresh, fragrant and delicious mango chutney, will send you to an air-conditioned room for a well-earned afternoon siesta.

Singapore's unofficial national dish is simply called ''chicken rice,'' a deceptively simple Hainanese preparation of extraordinary flair and one found at dozens of specialty restaurants about town. The locals unanimously discouraged me from visiting the spot that's often touted as the best, the expensive tourist version found at the Chatterbox Restaurant in the Mandarin Hotel.

I opted for the admirably simple, full-flavored version found at the Lee Fun Nam Kee family restaurant along the trendy Clarke Quay. Here, in a bright, spotless, modern restaurant adorned with blond wood, pretty white china, quiet jazz and helpful waiters dressed in pale green uniforms, diners literally feast on this ''why-didn't-I-think-of-it'' delight.

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AWHOLE chicken is poached in a rich, double-boiled poultry stock and hacked into pieces; then rice is cooked in that same double-duty broth. The dish is always served with a ginger and chili sauce to expand the palette of flavors. Flavors are pure and rich and not the least bit bland, and the aroma alone makes one salivate.

Diners vary the dish by dipping the chicken in soy, or ordering the same variation prepared with roasted goose, stewed beef brisket, suckling pig or roasted pork ribs. Do try the irresistible chicken-rice ball, a hardball-size portion of compact rice, formed by hand, with a flavor that's infused with the essence of the wholesome broth. Other excellent dishes here include bok choy in oyster sauce and the crisp roasted-duck rice.

Unquestionably, some of the most exciting food to be found in Singapore is not in the hallowed dining rooms but at the hundreds upon hundreds of hawker's stalls, roadside restaurants and mom-and-pop establishments scattered throughout the metropolis. In this food-obsessed world, Singapore is a veritable food lover's paradise, for any cuisine is available at any time of the day.

As Raffles's executive assistant manager, M.P.S. Puri, explained over dim sum one morning: ''The world is into eat-ertainment now. People are looking for drama. Food is no longer what brings people to a restaurant.''

Day or night one can drop in at the scruffy looking, always busy Garden Seafood Restaurant, which is little more than a few plastic tables on the sidewalk, where customers help themselves to the dozens of fresh, delectable dim sum offerings stacked at the counter.

One of the freshest and most memorable meals in Singapore included a 7 A.M. breakfast at Le Garden, where restorative bites of giant shrimp wrapped in delicately thin rice paper and carefully steamed were paired with rich, steaming puff-pastry-style buns filled with plum sauce: tastes to warm the heart and tide one over until lunchtime.

Equally curious, equally savory are the morning snacks found at the Komala Vilas, where the array of eat-with-your fingers Indian vegetarian crepes, or dosai, offer a distinct change from a Western breakfast. Here one can feast on some 15 varieties of dosai Ð prepared with a fermented batter of ground beans and rice - cooked on stone griddles. Fillings might include fiery spiced potatoes, green chilies and ginger, or cumin and pepper flakes.

Fabulous, inexpensive south Indian fare can also be found at the wildly popular Banana Leaf Apollo, so named because banana leaves are substituted for plates, and though forks and spoons are provided, most diners eat with their right hand, cupping bits of rice along with the fiery curries. Don't miss the fish-head curry (the head of the red snapper cooked in a spicy curry sauce).

Typical of many Singapore restaurants, this one began as a hawker's stand, and grew into a multistory cafeteria-style restaurant in just a generation.

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All prices are per person, not including beverage:

Imperial Herbal Restaurant, 3d floor, Metropole Hotel, 41 Shea Street, Singapore; tel: (65) 337-0491; fax: 339-5273; 50 Singapore dollars ($28). Reservations recommended.

Raffles Hotel, 1 Beach Road; tel: 337-1886; fax: 339-7650; 50 Singapore dollars.

Lee Fun Nam Kee, Chicken Rice Restaurant, 3D River Valley Road, 01-09 Shophouse Row, Clarke Quay; tel: 255-0891; fax: 255-7833; 15 Singapore dollars.

Le Garden Seafood Restaurant (open 24 hours daily), 275 New Bridge Road; tel: 223-3888; fax: 225-0822; 5 to 10 Singapore dollars.

Komala Vilas, 12-14 Buffalo Road; tel: 293-6980; fax: 293-9385; 5 Singapore dollars.

Banana Leaf Apollo, 54-56-58 Race Course Road; tel: 293-8682; fax: 293-1381; 15 Singapore dollars.

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This is the first in a series of articles. Next week: Shanghai.

A Bistro That Is A Bargain Warm Comfort In Cold Weather

PARIS - Paris diners owe a fine debt of gratitude to chef Jean-Pierre Vigato. Not only has he wooed us for years with his steady, personalized form of modern cooking at his Michelin two-star restaurant Apicius, but he has influenced a good number of fine, young chefs.

The newest is Francis Leveque, who for the past few months has been playing to a packed dining room at the small bistro-style restaurant Dame Jeanne, not far from the Bastille. Here, in a colorful, southern-inspired decor of bold ochers and sunburst reds, scarlet linen napkins and pristine white china, he offers a model form of updated bistro fare at rock-bottom prices.

There's a deluge of ''bargain'' restaurants in Paris today. But weeding out those worth trying once from those worth adding to your permanent address book is another matter.

Dame Jeanne's current menu offers some soothing, cold-weather favorites, such as falling-off-the-bone braised lamb shanks, known as souris d'agneau or haut de gigot. Or, try the well-seasoned, original poitrine de veau, veal breast that had been stuffed with herbs, rolled and roasted to perfection. Served in thick slices and bathed in an even-tempered sauce, the steaming veal was surrounded by a pool of fine mashed potatoes.

For starters, there's a pretty as well as delicious terrine of tender beef cheeks (they sound better in French, as joues de boeuf) and verdant leeks. The terrine is cut in a thick slice, drizzled with a properly vinegary dressing, and served with a small, refreshing salad of mesclun, fresh mixed greens. Leveque's starter risotto - this one flavored with assorted wild mushrooms - was distinctly French and thoroughly delicious. Rather than the creamy, unified al dente mass of the Italian version, this risotto was thinner, flavored with plenty of cooking juices, and no less appealing.

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Alas, service in the two small dining rooms is typical of the laid-back Bastille neighborhood. No one there ever seems to be in a hurry. Even wine doesn't come until your first course is on the table. And since Leveque is alone in the kitchen, the wait can seem interminable.

When the wine does arrive, it can be delicious. By all means sample the bargain-priced 120-franc ($20) bottle of 1995 Beaujolais Julienas Cotes du Bessay, from the winemaker Paul Spay, Domaine de la Cave Lamartine. To my palate, it is an ideal rendering of a fine Beaujolais: not overtly fruity, but fun and vigorous, and just serious enough to inhibit you from dancing out the door.

Dame Jeanne, 60 Rue de Charonne, Paris 11; tel: 01-47-00-37-40; fax: 01-47-00-37-45. Closed Saturday lunch and all day Sunday. Credit card: Visa. MasterCard. Menus at 110, 128 and 168 francs, including service but not wine.