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The Grill at
Leon Springs

Casual food speaks
with a French accent


By RON BECHTOL
Photography JANET ROGERS

Front-of-the-house force Armand Abadia and creative kitchen “capo” Thierry Burkle seem to have found their calling in The Grill at Leon Springs (not that long-laureled
L’Etoile, their flagship operation, can be considered second-rate. Far from it.)

But there’s something seductive about The Grill’s rustic/refined atmosphere and its casual/classy menu that makes the place seem a destination even for accustomed Alamo Heights habitués of the haute and raffiné. The lighting is sexy, the acoustics (if you subtract the occasional annoyance of rug rats run rampant) under control, and the transformation from the old Macaroni Grill complete and total.

Since I had to look at it all evening, I’d only tone down the lighting on the gleaming copper hood in the kitchen. Dining Companion (dazzling in white knit and freshwater pearls) and I didn’t spend any time in the ZBar that greets one upon entry, but it, too, had a larger than- Leon-Springs look. Pile into your Porsche and head on out. Not to worry; pickups are also permitted.

Though it has taken the duo time to promote it, Chef Thierry’s Culinary Corner menu is the one to look at first; it will take advantage of any fresh seasonal produce. Tomatoes, for instance. We began our evening’s odyssey with a local tomato tartlet topped with both a sort of tomato confit and sliced fresh tomatoes. Oh, and goat cheese plus assorted (and appreciated) garnishes. The phyllo tart base did get a little soggy with time, so the obvious solution is to eat quickly, preferably with a relatively restrained chardonnay, such as the Glen Carlou from South Africa.

From the regular menu, appetizer No. 2 was a platter sufficient unto the day by itself: The Grill Trio with housemade sausages, garlicky white bean puree, a vinegary onion concoction and cool, grilled vegetables with olives — all served with flatbread. The Simi rosé on The Grill’s eclectic and appealing wine list would be a perfect pair to the sausages, one of which packed a jalapeño punch, and any of a number of other offerings.

Such as the halved, de-boned achiote chicken from the wood-fired grill section of the standard menu, overseen by peripatetic chef Tomme Johnson. Yes, I will quibble about the apparent lack of achiote, that sultry Caribbean seed that adds both color and an earthy note to many dishes from the Yucatan. But this was one of those times when a simple chicken, moist and crisp at once, simply stole the show. The herbed chicken jus that comes alongside is appreciated for its straightforward goodness, and so are the credible fries. Nevertheless, achiote, please.

Thierry has always had a way with seafood, so we couldn’t resist another offering from his corner, the braised shellfish with bacon, herbs and sweet roasted peppers. Oh, and potato gnocchi. Well, in theory, potato gnocchi. We were halfway through this enjoyable, but somehow not quite complete, dish when we clicked on their absence.

To be honest, gnocchi are not an altogether obvious component of a plate prepared in quite this way — something like a classic moules a la marniére with the addition of clams and shrimp. But when they arrived later for adding in, there was a glimmer of something very promising in the way they sopped up the braising liquid and added substance to an idea that needed fleshing out.

On the standard menu, entrées run the price gamut from $12.95 (a rotisserie chicken) to $26.95 (an 8-ounce tenderloin). In The Grill’s setting I’d be most tempted by the “Country Stew” (a lamb Navarin) and by redfish with lump crab. Brick-oven pizzas include a classic margherita and a prosciutto with sweet onions and roasted tomatoes. And among the pastas, Thierry’s agnelotti with veal, mortadella, ricotta and onions has always been irresistible.

I’m boycotting fried calamari in protest at their ubiquity these days, but other appetizers of interest include a
spring roll with pork, shrimp and crab and an uncommonly opulent antipasto plate perfect for more of that Simi rosé. Or perhaps a glass of the house viognier now being bottled for The Grill by Becker Vineyards in nearby Fredericksburg.

But let ’s be honest: This is all just warm-up to dessert, a category in which Thierry and crew have always excelled. Accordingly, we had three. Attempting, at first, to be at least somewhat virtuous, we had seized on another seasonal offering from le coin culinaire de Thierry: sliced Fredricksburg peaches in a lightly spiced syrup with strawberries and cinnamon-dusted apple slices. This is the essence of a simple, yet sublime dessert, one that satisfies without resorting to piped creams and preserved cherries.

Virtue thus out of the way, we could next concentrate on the chocolate fondant, one of those disarmingly direct pudding/ cakes that simply melts in your mouth, conveying the essence of chocolate as it does so.

But Armand had apparently decided that we had not consumed our designated allocation of chocolate for the day, or the month, as it turns out. We simply had to try the new and improved chocolate soufflé, he insisted, and who were we to resist? As explained by chef Tomme, this is a soufflé that employs a greater proportion of chocolate to egg white, allowing the kitchen to half-bake it, hold it and then complete to order. I’m pleased to report that it suffers not the least from this pre-prep, is profoundly chocolatey, and tolerates the addition of either (or both) chocolate sauce and crème anglaise admirably. If you were to want a discreet glass of Grand Marnier to ease it all down, the orange flavor would pair the soufflé with Ginger-and-Fred finesse.

Yes, folks, there’s more than barbecue and defunct dance halls in Leon Springs. (We also happen to like Fralo’s Art of Pizza just down the road a piece.) And if a trip out I-10 is thought of less like a pleasant spot of
motoring and more like an evening ordeal, at least in early evening, let me recommend Sunday. An early supper here still seems like a civilized custom from days gone by, and with a menu that mates civilized classics to chef-driven flights of fancy, the food can easily match the mood. Twice-monthly Thursday wine tastings are another enticement, should you need one.

THE GRILL AT LEON SPRINGS
24116 I-10W, (210) 698-8797
Lunch daily at 11:30 a.m.
Dinner, M-Th, 5-10 p.m.;
F-Sat, 5-11 p.m.; Sun, 5-9:30 p.m.
leonspringsgrill.com