Dinner at the Oasis


When you squeeze 1 1/2 million square miles and a comparable assortment of cultures and attitudes into a tidy little label like "the Middle East," you're taking on one heck of a lot of shish kebab. The American Heritage College Dictionary (third edition) defines the region as "an area comprising the countries of southwest Asia and northeast Africa," as fine a definition of geopolitical diversity as you're likely to come across. Today the Middle East's myriad cuisines are as varied as the landscapes (puréed garbanzo beans and the world's finest caviar don't exactly belong on the same platter), but there are unifying similarities.

Lamb is the protein of choice, encountered (and usually skewered) from the eastern Mediterranean to the Caspian Sea. The vegetable kingdom is most often represented by eggplant (and those relatively recent arrivals, American peppers and tomatoes) in various roasted, stuffed, or sautéed configurations. The favored starch is wheat -- both bread and bulgur -- while yogurt's tang is enjoyed in Turkey, Iran, and points between. Olive oil is practically inevitable; so are lentils, pistachios, dates, and figs. Flavoring the whole are pungent spices like cardamom, cumin, saffron, and nutmeg. This multiplicity of shared influences is a challenge to the culinary anthropologist seeking "Middle Eastern" delicacies. Will you choose dolmeh from Iran or dolmasy from Armenia? The moussaka of Greece or the musakka'a of Saudi Arabia? Raki, arak, or some other locally produced, licorice-flavored rocket fuel?

Chef Manal Alshafi, a Palestinian born in Jordan, raised in Saudi Arabia, and currently ensconced in the North American Chefs Hall of Fame, exemplifies the nomadic nature of the Middle Easterner -- and as such she is an ideal guide to the region's overlapping yet distinctive cuisines. She heads up the kitchen at Fattoush, a cozy eatery tucked away on a quiet block in Noe Valley. Here she creates and serves dishes that sparkle with dried lime, sumac, and other unexpected flavors from her native soil, and although some of the platters are burdened with ponderous ingredient choices, they're often redeemed by a confluence of zesty flavors, satisfying textures, and dazzling presentations. Alshafi is aided and abetted by owner Abed Amas, who has created a seductively upholstered oasis in the midst of the concrete desert with enough attentive warmth and welcoming hospitality to make you feel like a visiting sheik.

Noe Valley on the Nile: Fattoush is a seductively upholstered oasis in the 
midst of the concrete desert.
Anthony Pidgeon
Noe Valley on the Nile: Fattoush is a seductively upholstered oasis in the midst of the concrete desert.

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1361 Church
San Francisco, CA 94114

Category: Restaurant > Middle Eastern

Region: Castro/ Noe Valley


Fattoush -- $8
Rihan -- $6
Sultan Ibrahim -- $16
M'sakhan -- $14
Tabsi -- $14
Mint tea -- $4

Open for brunch Saturday and Sunday from 10:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.

Open for dinner Sunday through Thursday from 5:30 to 9:30 p.m., Friday and Saturday until 10 p.m.

Reservations accepted

Wheelchair accessible

Parking: possible

Muni: J

Noise level: mellow

1361 Church (at 26th Street)


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This good feeling is palpable as soon as you walk in the door and settle yourself among the cushions at one of the restaurant's dozen tables, lovely mosaics of teal, rust, and gold arranged under glass. An ornate chandelier illuminates the tile floors, Persian rugs, and towering, colorful bouquets. Polished tree branches emerge dramatically from cobalt vases, and little white lights glitter among the potted plants and along the dark wood walls. Your server offers a gracious greeting, makes personal recommendations, and brings your drinks before you can even think about getting thirsty. Over the course of the evening he will also put together a personalized platter of cold appetizers, bring five fatayer (more about those later) instead of the usual four so the odd man at table won't feel left out, discuss the dishes and their origins with well-informed grace, and in general make you as happy and as comfortable as humanly possible without giving up his professional élan.

We began our meal with a healthy selection of mazza, the pre-meal noshes that are to the Arab world what mezes are to Greece and tapas are to Spain. The best-known mazza are the garbanzo-tahini purée known as hummos (here creamy and pleasantly subtle compared to the usual garlic-laden dip), babaghanouge (a nice, chunky balancing act of smoky eggplant, rich sesame seeds, and spiky lemon), and tabouli (bright mint, parsley, and scallion flavors jazzing up a lightly textured bulgur). Fattoush's fattoush (an elaborate tossed salad) is fresh and verdant with cucumbers, tomatoes, grilled eggplant, lots of mint, parsley, and cilantro, crunchy pita croutons for body, and the fruity, astringent flavor of sumac. Both the khyar b'laban (yogurt with cucumber, garlic, and dill) and the m'nazaleh (pepper, tomato, and eggplant ratatouille with walnuts) are serviceable, but the rihan is terrific: a dense, crunchy basil sauce reminiscent of an exotic, high-end pesto. Soft, warm flatbread ideal for scooping accompanies your mazza. (In addition to the cold starters there are seven hot items, including fatayer, phyllo stuffed with ground beef and then baked. It looks great -- golden packets of crisp pastry arranged atop deep-brown swirls of tahini-date syrup -- but the finished dish is bland, all crunch and no taste, and the syrup is merely sweet.)

The entrees exemplify the restaurant's tendencies (good and not so good). The Sultan Ibrahim is sublime: A meaty halibut steak is grilled and served with a sauce of roasted tomatoes, onions, and garlic that's so smoky and sweet and subtly spicy that it's like a fantastically textured Bolognese. The m'sakhan looks like a huge baked-apple dumpling, but instead of popover dough its wrapper is a crackly lavash, and instead of stewed apples it contains big, thick shards of rich, dark chicken meat (barely) seasoned with sumac and allspice. It's not as memorable as the halibut, but is satisfying nonetheless. The tabsi, meanwhile, is anything but taste-challenged. Lamb and beef come minced together into a kind of sausage, seasoned with plenty of pepper and spice and served with a rich eggplant-garlic-tomato sauce. At first nibble the dish seems simple, even inconsequential, but then the warm flavors of the bazaar sneak up on you and happiness results.

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