by Cynthia Graber
field trip with Tom Schlesinger-Guidelli to the Copley Square Farmers Market
Recently, I had the chance to wander downtown with one of my local food loves. But the story begins earlier.
I was thrilled last year that Craigie Street Bistro was doing so well that chef Tony Maws decided to expand and move his operations to a new home. (Which, of course, was no longer on Craigie Street, and so morphed into the aptly named Craigie on Main.)
This brought a note of danger into my life - danger to my wallet, that is. I'm a huge fan of Tony's cooking. And when the restaurant had beautiful little tables in a cozy, basement hide-out of a restaurant, I only went a couple of times a year.
But last November, Craigie moved into its new digs on Main Street in Central Square. Right down the street from my old apartment. With a bar area. (And an open kitchen, which you can read about in my Boston Globe article from last February.) Suddenly, a place I'd held in reserve for special-occasion dining became a neighborhood hang-out.
And Tony now has to share my undying affection with a new love in my life: Tom Schlesinger-Guidelli, who runs the bar. Tom recently won Boston's best mixologist from the Improper Bostonian in July. His name may also ring familiar to many of you locals, as his uncle is Chris Schlesinger, chef/owner of East Coast Grill and the nearby All Star Sandwich Bar, both in Inman Square.
Tom shares Tony's obsession with quality, taste, and local ingredients. I love to sit at the bar, watching him measure, pour, chop, muddle, shake. He's happy to share tales about what he's made lately, what he's experimenting with, or what he's seen at the market. One of my recent favorite drinks was a short-lived concoction made with his own "corn syrup": he took the best of the local corn, boiled and strained and concentrated until he had a syrup of pure corn sweetness, then mixed it with alcohols I can no longer remember. It was light, sweet without being cloying, with a hint of corn's earthiness.
Last Friday, Tom and I went on a jaunt over to Copley market together. I was curious to watch him interact with the produce, and I wanted to hear more about how he works it into his drink menu.
I wish I had a transcript, but I didn't want to tape a casual conversation with a friend. So instead, I'll be as exact as I can be. As these aren't direct quotes, I'll use dashes. (Tom, feel free to correct me.)
Tom told me one tale from before he took over at Craigie, from when Tony visited him at Eastern Standard: - It's difficult to be as seasonal as I'd like to be, because I have to use citrus all year round. Tony came to Eastern Standard an I made him a drink, and it had lemon in it, and he asked, is it local? -
At which point we both laughed. Citrus of course is never local in Boston. Florida and California, sure. New England? Maybe not until global warming wreaks havoc on our local climate.
We wandered around Copley, picking up husk cherries to snack on (tiny, sweet tomatillo-like delights, you can read about them in an Edible Boston article I wrote). He scooped up a bunch of peaches and nectarines. He mentioned a drink he's working on with apples and celery.
We were staring at about ten different types of apples, and I commented that I haven't yet learned to tell one from the other. He selected four different varieties and tossed them into bags.
- I'll use them in mocktails and get to know their flavor profiles, - he said.
It turns out mocktails, made for the alcohol-averse, have become something of a surprise hit. Tom even creates a flight of mocktails to accompany dinner, upon request, and he enjoys cooking up drinks that compliment and play off Tony's food. (He course creates alcoholic versions!) For example, he explained, Tony may use one flavor in a dish as an undertone, but Tom will seize on it as the main note of a drink.
- This is where I get to use more savory, - he said.
Tom said he's also looking to expand the season by canning, and we chatted about all the different methods for preserving fruit. Unfortunately, our summer downpours shortened both the strawberry and raspberry season. But he's now got a couple hundred jars of fruit, such as blackberries and peaches, behind the bar.
"What will you do with them?" I asked. "Muddle? Blend? Chop?"
- I don't know - he shrugged. - Whatever I feel like. -
Which, of course, sounds a bit like his creative approach to drinks in general. And I can assure you that 'whatever he feels like' usually tastes fantastic.
We sat outside in the sun, ringed by farmers and produce, surrounded by the sounds of the city, talking about food, cooking, eating, life. There where many times I thought - oh! this would be great to share! But I had no interest in taking out a notebook and making it official. I just drifted along with the lazy meander of our word and enjoyed the afternoon.
So you'll have to forgive me for not writing down more of our conversation. Instead, I'll offer this advice. Next time you go to Craigie on Main and somehow manage to squeeze in at the bar, see if Tom has a spare 30 seconds or so as he's putting the finishing touches on someone's drink. Ask what local flavors he's enjoyed lately, tell him what types of alcohol and drinks you like, and ask for his recommendation.