
Where EAST meets the Northwest

PEDALLING HIS WARES. Behroush Sharifi bicycles down Fifth Avenue as he makes
his way around town delivering spices and other goods to various restaurants in
New York. For the past six years, Sharifi — a.k.a. the "Saffron King" — has
quietly filled a crucial niche in Manhattan, helping chefs complete intricate
menus with his coveted spices. (AP Photo/Tina Fineberg)
From The Asian Reporter, V18, #20 (May 20, 2008), page 8.
Iran native brings world spices to New York’s top chefs
By Adam Goldman
Associated Press Writer
NEW YORK — With his flowing black hair, bushy beard, and slight paunch,
Behroush Sharifi hops off his bicycle and bounds into an expensive restaurant on
Manhattan’s Upper West Side.
He takes the leather satchel hanging from his shoulder and starts to pull out
little baggies packed with exotic spices, displaying them on a steel counter for
chef John Fraser to examine.
"That’s amazing," says Fraser as he tastes some ground sour grape. "We’ll
take this. Leave the whole bag. I’m serious. I’ll buy it."
Such reactions aren’t unusual when Sharifi — a.k.a. the "Saffron King" —
peddles his wares to the city’s most famous restaurants such as Babbo, Daniel,
and Jean Georges.
For the past six years, Sharifi has quietly filled a crucial niche in
Manhattan, helping chefs complete intricate menus with his coveted spices.
But Sharifi is more than just a salesman. He’s a throwback to a time in New
York when chefs never bought products from vendors until they had a chance to
touch, feel, and taste them. Along the way, he has become indispensable for many
chefs.
He’s like an old-fashioned doctor who makes house calls to needy chefs.
"There is only probably a handful of people who come to you, and he’s
definitely the best of them," said Fraser, who worked at the famed French
Laundry in California and two highly regarded Paris restaurants called Maison
Blanche and Taillevent.
Sharifi’s spice route stretches from China to Turkey. His exotic inventory
includes Aleppo pepper from Syria, Indian pine nuts called Chalgozeh, and
Lebanese red hibiscus, among many others. He also has Greek mastic and Italian
candied orange peels.
The Teheran-born Sharifi, who came to America in 1981 after spending time in
England, never intended to get into the spice business.
It just sort of happened. While he was studying for his master’s degree in
New York City, Sharifi focused on mystical Iranian poetry. He found food-related
passages dotted with saffron references.
Saffron dates back more than 3,000 years and was originally used as a dye and
not in dishes. Cleopatra was said to put it in her baths, so did Nero in Rome;
some have suggested it’s an aphrodisiac.
"The word saffron is imbued in Persian poetry," Sharifi said. "It’s not just
a culinary ingredient."
It’s also a commodity. And Sharifi realized that if he tapped his Iranian
connections — mainly his family — he could sell it. But there was a hitch. The
U.S. had a trade embargo against Iran.
When sanctions against Iran were finally eased in 1999 — allowing the sale of
food and medicine — Sharifi soon went into business.
He bought the domain name SaffronKing.com and began figuring how he was going
to import the spice. He turned to his family in Iran, relying on his cousins and
their resourcefulness.
"Logistically it’s a nightmare," he said. "Bribes aren’t unusual."
Sharifi says he managed to get his first shipment of 220 pounds of saffron
about six years ago from eastern Iran. Since then, he has slowly established a
rapport with chefs who buy the saffron for as much as $3.15 a gram ($88 an
ounce).
The labor-intensive saffron is one of the most expensive spices in the world,
with more than 75,000 flowers required to produce less than one pound. The spice
is most commonly found in such favorites as paella and bouillabaisse and risotto
Milanese.
Chefs say it’s worth the steep price.
"It was not like any saffron I had ever seen before," WD-50 chef Wylie
Dufresne said. "It was fantastic."
Sharifi lists more than 250 restaurants as clients in Manhattan. He has spent
the last year building his eclectic spice list.
While he has increased his spices, not much has changed in the way he runs
his business. His apartment on the Upper East Side is still stocked with his
wares. And he still uses his bicycle to get around the city.
In a single day, Sharifi can hit two dozen restaurants. His methods are
effective. There is no song or dance. He just shows up and lays out his goodies.
Chefs take notice.
Recently, Sharifi rolled into the three-star Picholine near Lincoln Center.
He was instantly recognized.
"Hey Behroush," shouted Carmine DiGiovanni, a sous chef.
Sharifi got down to business with Richard Farnabe, the new chef de cuisine.
Farnabe, who has cooked at New York restaurants including Jean Georges and
Daniel, knew Sharifi from previous cooking gigs.
Inside the kitchen, Sharifi explained his newest spices. He discussed the
uses and history of manna, which is the resin from wild-growing bushes in the
deserts of Iran. It has the look and feel of rock candy.
He showed Farnabe dried ginger, white figs, green cardamom, white mulberry,
sour plums, and fennel seed from India.
Finally, Sharifi pulled out his saffron cotton candy — his ace in the hole.
Farnabe sampled it. "Very good," he said while shaking his head. "Very, very
good."
After a few minutes, Sharifi had another customer.
"We are back in business," Farnabe said.
A happy and sweaty Sharifi thanked the chef, walked outside, and unlocked his
bike.
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