A top chef expands his brand, and we follow

When I first heard that Tom Colicchio was going to be a regular on a competitive cooking program called Top Chef, I cringed, a little. I think I had overdosed on cheesy foodie reality shows. The loopy pleasures of the original subtitled Japanese Iron Chef had been subsumed by an avalanche of ill-conceived slop such as Celebrity Cooking Showdown, which did nothing for the already tarnished reputation of Wolfgang Puck, already grinning witlessly on cans of salty soup in the local market, and scraped the bottom of the celebrity roster with such stellar names as Tony Gonzalez and Ashley Parker Angel, and The Next Food Network Star, several of whose hapless buffoons didn't seem to know how to hold a knife, much less wield one.

I had adored Colicchio's cooking at Gramercy Tavern, Craft, and 'wichcraft in New York City. His reputation was for food that was delicious, and rigorously so. What, I thought, did he have to gain from presiding over a combination Real World/Survivor/Iron Chef show?

As it happens, Top Chef is produced by the same team that does the marvelous Project Runway, and succeeds for some of the same reasons: The contestants have serious talent, and the challenges thrown at them are both witty and daunting. Colicchio, his bald bullet head as intimidating as Erich Von Stroheim's, is the equivalent of Runway's Tim Gunn, though more virile, not as supportive, and without any "Carry on!" or "Make it work!" catchphrases. Amazingly, when the first wide-eyed pretty-young-wife-to-older-famous-guy hostess, Katie Joel, didn't quite work out (flat affect), they managed to find another wide-eyed "pywtofg" for the second season: Padma Lakshmi (Mrs. S. Rushdie), whose exotic looks belie her Valley Girl intonation, legitimately acquired, as she was raised in Southern California.

The airy, industrial space could fit a dozen of the original N.Y.C. spots within it.
Angela Poole
The airy, industrial space could fit a dozen of the original N.Y.C. spots within it.

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868 Mission
San Francisco, CA 94103

Category: Restaurant >

Region: South of Market


'wichcraft, 868 Mission (at Fourth Street), 593-3895, Open Monday through Friday from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., Saturday and Sunday from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Reservations not accepted. Wheelchair accessible. Parking: difficult. Muni: 5, 6, 7, 9, 14, 27, 30, 45, F, J, K, L, M, N. Noise level: moderate.

Fried egg, bacon, and Gorgonzola sandwich $6.75

Roasted pork, red cabbage, and jalapeños sandwich $8.50

Mango and grapefruit salad $3

Grilled Gruyère and caramelized onion sandwich $5.50

Chocolate cream'wich $1

Chocolate cupcake $2.75

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The first season was set in San Francisco, and picturesquely so, although most of the cooking was done in kitchen studios hastily set up in Emeryville, a fact not revealed on the show. As it turned out, Colicchio (no longer associated with Gramercy Tavern) was planning to open his third 'wichcraft here, after branches in New York and Las Vegas — "our fast casual sandwich part of our brand," he allowed, positioning himself as a brand, a trifle chillingly. Mrs. Joel introduced a sandwich competition, also alarmingly, as "the theme for this round is business." Especially since the winning sandwich was to be featured on the menu when 'wichcraft opened in S.F.

I'd forgotten just which sandwich it was when I stopped by for lunch the first time, and neither the menu nor the counter people were any help. When I asked which was the Top Chef sandwich, I might as well have been speaking in Urdu, for all the recognition my words got. I did have clearer memories of standing in line at the original sliver of a shop in New York, waiting for the carefully crafted (pun intended) marinated white anchovies with soft-cooked egg, roasted onion, and frisée on country bread, an amazingly lush, unexpected, and well-balanced mouthful. (I don't remember the salsa verde included with this sandwich on the menu here, but it was several years ago!) I'm impressed by S.F.'s lavish, airy, industrial space, into which you could fit a dozen or more of the original N.Y.C. spot.

Here you line up, order, and pay, and are given a numbered tag, so a busser can bring a tray to your table. (I find it awkward to order dessert before I actually know if I want it, but 'wichcraft's witty faux-Hostess cupcakes and cream'wich cookies will survive well if you pack them up for later.) Failing to suss out the Top Chef winner, I order by hunger: a concoction of fried egg, bacon, Gorgonzola, and frisée on a ciabatta roll from the breakfast sandwich rubric, and slow-roasted pork with red cabbage, jalapeños, and mustard, also on ciabatta, from the warm sandwiches.

Both are very good indeed: I was afraid the blue cheese would overpower its neighbors, but it's just a pungent schmear, aiding and abetting the still-soft-yolked egg, the abundance of smoky, fatty thick-cut bacon, the crunchy, fibrous frisée. Yum! This is a combination I want to eat again and again. I also like the spicy, crunchy additions to the falling-apart pork, and a simple but effective fruit salad I tried of chopped mango and grapefruit sprinkled with pomegranate seeds.

Is it witchcraft that makes me hunger to try this season's Top Chef sandwich winner, too? This time the competition, on an episode entitled "Food for the People," is to create a dish to appeal to T.G.I. Friday's customers: a "childhood favorite" with "grown-up appeal." It seems as I watch the show that the judges are most taken with a complicated marinated summer fruit salad in a spicy mint chimichurri vinaigrette, but bow to the realities of the marketplace and go with a tricked-up grilled cheese sandwich served with a roasted bell pepper soup. (Oddly the contestant who actually cooked at a T.G.I.F. — "for about a month and a half" — completely fails to impress with a messy and overcooked cheese- steak sandwich.) Can a mass-market restaurant turn out a winner?

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