Dessert is as delightful as any small plate before it. My pet of the moment is manchego cheesecake on shredded phyllo and crowned with a lemon-quince sorbet. The long list of hits, served in a light-filled room by genial guides, has only gotten better since chef Haidar Karoum set up shop near Nationals Park. My past two visits, he was nowhere in sight, a compliment to the cast who cook and plate as if he were front and center. Drinks? Dates? Just a bite? Chloe is great for any occasion.
3 stars (Excellent)
Chloe: 1331 Fourth St. SE. 202-313-7007. restaurantchloe.com .
Open: Dinner daily, brunch weekends.
Prices: Sharing plates $12-$33.
Sound check: 75 decibels / Must speak with raised voice.
The following review appeared in The Washington Post’s 2018 Fall Dining Guide.
Near Nats park, Chloe brings a world of flavors
One of the year’s most anticipated arrivals was this restaurant near Nationals Park from Haidar Karoum, a chef who has worked at some of Washington’s most popular restaurants (Proof, Estadio, Doi Moi) and for some of its biggest talents (the gone-but-not-forgotten Michel Richard). If I lived in the neighborhood, I’d be a regular; since I don’t, I rely on it for date night, or send people there when what they want is “nice but not fancy.” The menu, long and international, starts out with snacks, continues with small plates and culminates with platters for sharing. One of many choice itineraries: properly funky and racy green papaya salad, garlicky sausage partnered with tender tiger’s-eye beans and pickled kale, glossy roast chicken set on sticky rice and enjoyed with a slap-my-forehead, chile-lime dipping sauce. Decadence is defined here by a chocolate sundae constructed with a warm brownie, almond toffee and butterscotch sauce. Chloe takes its name from the chef’s niece. She should feel honored.
The following review appeared in The Washington Post’s 2018 Spring Dining Guide as No. 7 on a list of the year’s 10 best new restaurants.
A favorite chef hits his stride at Chloe
Boy, is it ever good to have Haidar Karoum cooking again, this time in a place all his own, making what he says he likes to eat, which is food you are apt to like, too — a lot. Chances are, you might have sampled the chef’s handiwork before; over the years, he has cooked at kitchens as diverse as Proof, Estadio and Doi Moi, and for brands including Michel Richard and Nora Pouillon. Chloe is the culmination of all that Karoum has done before, packaged in a dining room with picture windows that capture the verve of the neighborhood and an open kitchen set off with greenery. Among his greatest hits are cobia crudo, electric with Thai chiles and lime juice; a pâté with Bing cherries that any French chef would be proud to claim; and cod paved with crushed papadum and set in a sauce sparked with curry leaf, ginger and jalapeño. Hail, India! Meanwhile, Chloe’s $10 lunches-to-go rank among the best daytime bargains in town. Chicken enchiladas started as a staff meal and ended up going public. Lucky, lucky us.
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The following review was originally published April 11, 2018.
Chloe takes diners around the world in (almost) 30 plates
There are plenty of reasons anyone who cares about good food should explore Chloe, the debut restaurant from veteran Washington chef Haidar Karoum. Three of the most compelling arguments are Michel Richard, Gerard Pangaud and Nora Pouillon.
Since Karoum, 44, launched his career in the District in 1994, he has worked for all three tastemakers. Consciously or not, the chef, who has also led the decidedly different kitchens at Proof, Estadio and Doi Moi, incorporated his mentors’ best practices and came up with a style of his own: global and delightful, a sweetly spare 105-seat dining room named for Karoum’s oldest niece.
Be sure to order some oysters. They’re brushed with crème fraîche and horseradish, broiled just so and finished with crisp rye bread crumbs — just the sort of sound effect the late Richard would have signed off on at Citronelle in Georgetown, one of the most fascinating restaurants to ever grace the city.
Make time for Chloe’s pâté, too. It’s a slab formed from duck liver and pork shoulder, with Bing cherries for a touch of sweetness and a mustard that packs a punch with charred scallions. Like so much of the food at the late Gerard’s Place downtown, the dish succeeds because there’s a reason for every ingredient and each plays off the other. In short, the pâté demonstrates good editing.
Like to be shocked? Ask for the cobia crudo, raw slices of firm fish that fairly pulse with the help of lime juice, Thai chiles and fish sauce. The combination, freckled with puffed black rice and accessorized with fried shallots, is a go-to for Karoum and reminiscent of the work he produced during his tenure at Asia Nora in the West End.
By now, you’ve probably figured out Chloe is doing what every other restaurant seems to be doing, offering “small plates meant to be shared,” as a server is likely to describe the familiar game plan. (Will we ever return to three defined courses again? I, for one, have a soft spot for starting with something small, moving on to something big and ending with a sweet that isn’t a group decision. Come to think of it, it feels like forever, at least since I had spiked hair, that I haven’t shared my
food. A guy can dream.) The menu at Chloe, a single sheet with nearly 30 lines in tiny font, has all the appeal of a grocery list, but believe me, you can pretty much point anywhere on the page and score something you would want to return for.
Toast is enjoying Stormy Daniels-level attention right now, and Chloe is fueling the fashion with house-baked grilled bread lavished with creamy sheep’s milk ricotta, “really raw” honey, fresh rosemary and a drizzle of olive oil — basically a DIY open-faced cheese sandwich that sends your taste buds to summer camp. Gumbo might look out of place, but not when Karoum shares more of his résumé: While working decades ago at 219 restaurant in Old Town Alexandria, he fell hard for the seafood gumbo, his rendition of which at Chloe has my mind wandering to New Orleans for the duration of the bowl. Smashed fingerling potatoes look like a side dish waiting for an entree to come along, but that didn’t stop a companion and me from swabbing the spuds through a malty mayonnaise until all traces of the dish were gone.
Karoum credits his Lebanese father with a few dishes, including one his dad was known to bring to potlucks: fried cauliflower tossed in tahini and lemon juice and garnished with pine nuts and fresh mint. It’s homely but exceptional, and I’ll fight anyone at the table for the last floret.
India has long been my favorite journey, which makes cod beneath a carpet of crushed papadum my dish of choice at Chloe. The gently crisp fish rests on sauteed greens, chickpeas and a creamy burnt-orange sauce that practically
jumps with ginger, jalapeño and curry leaf. (Chef: You jar it, I’ll buy it.)
Given the retreat of German restaurants, it’s a pleasure to see a Bavarian white sausage on the menu. The house-made link tastes of mace and coriander and arrives on a bed of squiggly spaetzle, a combination I loved when I first tried it here but on a recent visit tasted sweeter, possibly due to the white raisins in the dumplings. Another ongoing issue is the chicken spiced as if in Vietnam and presented with sticky rice and a rousing chile dip. It’s not the 30 minutes of cooking time that I object to, but the outcome: unevenly done chicken.
Chloe employs ace hosts, respectful servers and others who think dropping by your table every other bite is a good idea. It’s not. More attention isn’t the same as mindful service, and when two diners are clearly huddled in conversation, the physical cue should be read as “do not disturb.” Plate-snatching is another concern here, partly due to insufficient table space for the multiple small plates diners are encouraged to try. The kitchen should take it as a compliment that some of us refuse to part with the last bite of cauliflower or cod.
As it snowed in late March, Meyer lemon tart decorated with tufts of torched meringue and nuzzled with blueberry compote let me pretend it was warm outside. Hedonists should splurge on the wicked chocolate sundae that includes a warm brownie, although the chai panna cotta topped with spiced diced pears and nut brittle is plenty satisfying, too.
Wrapped in windows, which capture the energy of the Navy Yard neighborhood, the restaurant manages to make itself attractive with earth tones and a few select details. I’m partial to the center of the dining room, where eyes are drawn to the cooks in the open kitchen, fetchingly staged with greenery dangling from
Chloe has yet to formally open for lunch; Karoum wants to gauge demand in his neighborhood. For the moment, he’s selling a handful of dishes for weekday carryout, with the option of eating in the cozy bar. Run, do not walk, for what may be the best enchiladas in town: juicy pulled chicken bundled in soft corn tortillas draped in a vibrant tomatillo salsa and crumbled white cheese. Did I mention that the bed of rice is as impressive as the enchiladas? Introduced as a staff meal by
sous-chef Cecilia Carrasco Mitchell, whose husband is the ever-suave general manager
Tyler Mitchell, they’re sure to become a hit, along with the very good banh mi, available with crisp tofu and mushrooms or with pork shoulder and pâté. Both sandwiches show up on bread that crackles, with carrot threads, cucumber slices and generous applications of mayonnaise.
Trips around the world, the lunches are a steal at $10 each. Let's hope they enjoy a long run. Like so much of Chloe's menu,
they make Washington a better place to eat, drink and be