There's nothing that fills a craving for Latin American or Mexican food quite
like that food itself. That's why I was thrilled to learn recently of a Rhode
Island chef with a Scottish name, trained in the French method at the Culinary
Institute of America, who is making a go of it creating such dishes.
Ian McIntyre is cooking seven nights a week in a tiny place just off Broadway.
That's Newport, not New York. Though you might easily be fooled, since the food
at El Diablo's more than lives up to the reputation it has built in just five
months. When we arrived on a recent mid-week night, McIntyre was just finishing
the chopping of a very large bowl of salsa fresca, tomatoes and onions
with just enough heat and herbs to light up your taste buds.
We were seated near his workstation, which included a portion of the
countertop running along one side of this former omelet shop. There were only
four places set at the counter, though there are 11 stools, and there are
approximately 22 more seats at the six tables. One can only assume the stools
are pressed into use when the other seats fill up on weekends. (Call ahead for
reservations and be aware that El Diablo's is BYOB.)
The decor is a playful, Halloweeny twist on the devil theme: shiny, red walls;
floor-to-ceiling black organdy drapes that billow a bit between tables; red
lights overhead and a string of them below the counter; ornate gold sconces
that hold vases of fresh flowers, and small salt and pepper shakers. During the
evening we were there, the waitress wore red and black.
As we pored over the refreshingly small menu, she approached with some
specials. In addition to the roasted tomato-cumin soup, McIntyre had a black
bean soup and, augmenting the seven entrees, three more beef, pork, and chicken
dishes. Bill was in the mood for the special pork tenderloin ($16), and though
tempted by the corn-wrapped cod and the red chile mahi-mahi, I stayed simpler
with the grilled vegetable burrito ($9). We stuck with the roasted tomato soup
($4) and chose the shrimp cakes ($6) from the other starters.
The cumin very correctly got star billing in the soup, its muskiness a nice
complement to the smoky pureed tomatoes. A bit of fresh tomatoes and parsley
gave the soup extra texture and color. There was a similar dance of color on
the platter of shrimp cakes. Surrounded by an orange red-pepper sauce and
dollops of green cilantro oil, the delicately spiced cakes were topped with
more salsa and the shrimp were properly cooked.
Other starters were two salads, two tortilla-based snacks, and two wrapped
creations, one a duck quesadilla and the other a spinach and mushroom
empanada. I watched McIntyre assemble the spinach with grilled jicama
and portobello before topping it with crumbled bleu cheese and a
balsamic-jalapeno vinaigrette. He has a deft hand in combining flavors and not
overdoing the fiery ingredient, so I'd trust the dressing. I also noticed him
deep-frying tortilla triangles to become crispy corn chips and warming fresh
tortillas on the grill to be served with guacamole.
McIntyre's also a mean man with the garnishing sauces, swirling and dolloping
to his heart's content: caramel under the desserts, cilantro and/or red pepper
sauces over the entrees, every S-curve adding a pinch of extra flavor and a
flourish of style. The thick tomatillo-roasted pumpkin seed sauce under
Bill's pork tenderloin was as scrumptiously smoky as even he could desire. And
he raved about the pork itself, accompanied by a "vegetable hash" of sweet red
pepper, sweet potato, summer squash, and eggplant.
My burrito was a large flour tortilla filled with these same veggies, along
with herbed goat cheese. It was wrapped and tucked and then cut diagonally, so
the pieces formed two long triangles perched atop a nice black bean salsa. The
red and green swirls went respectively under and over and the whole was a
delicious treat.
Desserts are house-made, with a choice during our visit of blueberry-peach
cobbler, a flourless chocolate torte, and a maple-pumpkin crème
brûlée (each $6). Bill leaned toward the cobbler, I toward the
crème, and we passed them back and forth. Because of the flavors
in the crème, it was reminiscent of both Latin flan and pumpkin
pie, and we loved it. The cobbler might more correctly be termed a "crisp,"
with its brown-sugar topping, but it was wonderfully oven-warmed, with the
fruits juicing just a little.
It was truly amazing to have a ringside seat to McIntyre's devilish tricks,
making it clear once again that a chef's talent is in his or her timing as much
as in their combining of ingredients. And we were lucky enough to reap the
benefits of that.
Issue Date: October 11 - 17, 2002