tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35055824059000896122024-02-17T03:48:49.496-05:00It's Not Even Noon SomewhereTwo Non-Food Network Stars’ Journey Through The Best Thing I Ever Ate (Cocktails Included)Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.comBlogger288125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-69116915001181006542023-05-02T15:46:00.003-04:002023-05-02T15:48:04.884-04:00Off the Map: You Gotta Get a (Different) Gimmick<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Gnocchi Bread Bowl - DiAnoia's Eatery, Pittsburgh, PA</i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.dianoiaseatery.com/">DiAnoia's Eatery</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">We want to love the gnocchi bread bowl. We really do. After all, it has seemingly every food item one could possibly want wrapped up in a single entree: pasta, cheese, vodka sauce, bread. And all of it - every last bite, including the actual receptacle in which it arrived - is edible.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjY1CAnOFPxBBxCSFhFW-twr4tsquSuWE506YSVDmVteW6mWT0qUFpgcZj-HoNuzhiGCiJfQ6b5S9crC914OnLcSMgKM6rQ0z1v_xnCmJ7IJo5F6YH0MPCPJkCJdg6lmb1YqLMWpm2cmprRzgN7bD2GzWydE6Qh-Gc3KfJ27tUqyRm771M5iD4gZz-/s4032/IMG_6317.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjY1CAnOFPxBBxCSFhFW-twr4tsquSuWE506YSVDmVteW6mWT0qUFpgcZj-HoNuzhiGCiJfQ6b5S9crC914OnLcSMgKM6rQ0z1v_xnCmJ7IJo5F6YH0MPCPJkCJdg6lmb1YqLMWpm2cmprRzgN7bD2GzWydE6Qh-Gc3KfJ27tUqyRm771M5iD4gZz-/s320/IMG_6317.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bring Us All Your Carbs</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It's just, we don't actually love it.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc8LW4IS-8Ix1UhJEqHP-ePeQbgmb1wq4zMh3p_IubdA9I7B67OR6zyAMtYSLuPwdEV8wHYk529zerG6Uzi3fg4-Qnt7VIOI9pvYzX78EEHHza2AM4ddypvHUGl15lmS-fKdPH31li65tuFduFgTlZcVHMl9RHRkpaHsaV54GxMd_5iHtY1mywFAL/s4032/IMG_6315.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIc8LW4IS-8Ix1UhJEqHP-ePeQbgmb1wq4zMh3p_IubdA9I7B67OR6zyAMtYSLuPwdEV8wHYk529zerG6Uzi3fg4-Qnt7VIOI9pvYzX78EEHHza2AM4ddypvHUGl15lmS-fKdPH31li65tuFduFgTlZcVHMl9RHRkpaHsaV54GxMd_5iHtY1mywFAL/s320/IMG_6315.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To Be Honest, We're Not Even Sure We Like It</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In the defense of DiAnoia's Eatery, Vodka and her college roommates, <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Charleston%20SC">Diet Coke</a> and <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">Whiskey Sour</a>, arrived at the restaurant none too hungry, after many happy hours in the lobby of the Omni William Penn. As we played a tournament's worth of rummy games, we consumed not only the world's most gigantic (and delicious) soft pretzel, but also a heaping platter of cheese curds.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhukAxsInf3FM1uaR5SbmFjh_zvhK99DToJ2pCs0zKQvvbaeeAuH4qFFwdPRhcxYNQ-ocwTQGyASLvTKbK-meW9JzJSt38TURyHxi2mewPvdrIzFWfEV5Ou1R4whZ0z4vAnDxA5-_bOQpvEPS1YQpBWxDrICzPmu9HHQ9IKTiWZhqQNNEmFo7fa1s/s4032/IMG_6301.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhukAxsInf3FM1uaR5SbmFjh_zvhK99DToJ2pCs0zKQvvbaeeAuH4qFFwdPRhcxYNQ-ocwTQGyASLvTKbK-meW9JzJSt38TURyHxi2mewPvdrIzFWfEV5Ou1R4whZ0z4vAnDxA5-_bOQpvEPS1YQpBWxDrICzPmu9HHQ9IKTiWZhqQNNEmFo7fa1s/s320/IMG_6301.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Reasonable Appetizer</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now, NOT in DiAnoia Eatery's defense, we felt compelled to engorge ourselves so excessively because we couldn't get a reservation with them until 9:00pm.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93uS48TQ-7Y0pkyuGeqZ6PyT4xPejkXzx0iByKT2h4VcM_DOux70TH1W4O05Un7Svc33gskEijVMQpCC_ZcgrlUY2Wtp9_3ckGgLz4vGQoe4z7ypI91qQWU6qKdW7oAUcfheuidkk4KTX01F2tGhPEi_8qrzmJFSZjCAO4IV-ssY6f1zxzi7kT2xb/s4032/IMG_6302.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj93uS48TQ-7Y0pkyuGeqZ6PyT4xPejkXzx0iByKT2h4VcM_DOux70TH1W4O05Un7Svc33gskEijVMQpCC_ZcgrlUY2Wtp9_3ckGgLz4vGQoe4z7ypI91qQWU6qKdW7oAUcfheuidkk4KTX01F2tGhPEi_8qrzmJFSZjCAO4IV-ssY6f1zxzi7kT2xb/s320/IMG_6302.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Which Is Approximately Four Hours Past Our Desired Dinner Time</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">All to say, when we finally stumble into the place, we are not exactly ravenous, but we are still quite eager to try the gnocchi bread bowl, as featured by <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Courtney%20Rada">Courtney Rada</a> on the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Upper%20Crust">UPPER CRUST</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0M7zoWIenNmNlqNxmRJNbL81Jlp-7TMOanKJrpLYMu6ayNl7T9cRorzyQfAtMBsLQeoCUY9xjd5HGJRSP31VJi3DDh6gPBLPYoeeFCAMWKRJRBxtRw9ZFpXz0PucWowbIe5RJAA0CYeH1q57l_Y8-rFDY_tPF7lZBIA8-IAfHu9JSpZ8DCVAeKaM/s4032/IMG_6306.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0M7zoWIenNmNlqNxmRJNbL81Jlp-7TMOanKJrpLYMu6ayNl7T9cRorzyQfAtMBsLQeoCUY9xjd5HGJRSP31VJi3DDh6gPBLPYoeeFCAMWKRJRBxtRw9ZFpXz0PucWowbIe5RJAA0CYeH1q57l_Y8-rFDY_tPF7lZBIA8-IAfHu9JSpZ8DCVAeKaM/s320/IMG_6306.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, DiAnoia's, How About Throwing in a Bottle While We Wait for Our Midnight Reservation?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Along with the featured bowl, we order the house salad, three meatballs, the al limone pasta, and for dessert, the zeppole.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVB4YQzMzkdSETtTte_z9iqdRTLA1Zv304OnUJjLbgJ3oGzkPsxM7bCU8pKvu_TJWy6tPqBL4PC2_HMmxCfJhsjUkebTOWuZZb2E9t03h7JOyzpewb_YyCfFUa9oWdQycWnRu-Mf5H0ieannwixgniliEQlbUqUPwAI84SjHxeFtl1ruDE6N74tnu/s4032/IMG_6313.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVB4YQzMzkdSETtTte_z9iqdRTLA1Zv304OnUJjLbgJ3oGzkPsxM7bCU8pKvu_TJWy6tPqBL4PC2_HMmxCfJhsjUkebTOWuZZb2E9t03h7JOyzpewb_YyCfFUa9oWdQycWnRu-Mf5H0ieannwixgniliEQlbUqUPwAI84SjHxeFtl1ruDE6N74tnu/s320/IMG_6313.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Obviously, We Weren't THAT Full</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The first thing to note about the bread bowl is it is enormous. Nine-ish inches in diameter, it is filled to the top (and spilling over) with gigantic gnocchi and a heaping of vodka sauce. The gnocchi themselves are well-cooked - not mushy at all, which is a fate that tends to befall this variety of pasta. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3wlHRCEmYBXp4mvFdIQbLcOJml4BkJgZtBCmYJp40Zmh1I_ByqY-RemjUiYIXrnU2oV9dZdne3-067k5XZIpSXyBGc5qmP5W_CK0MEnYoP4z4ZVw3C4S-VSujXdeRsmVCH4aRNr8v2VA9GnnuvqWfzfV7t3hydy2p3w4rGC1pbaHTU6A5MNYUAWX/s4032/IMG_6320.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3wlHRCEmYBXp4mvFdIQbLcOJml4BkJgZtBCmYJp40Zmh1I_ByqY-RemjUiYIXrnU2oV9dZdne3-067k5XZIpSXyBGc5qmP5W_CK0MEnYoP4z4ZVw3C4S-VSujXdeRsmVCH4aRNr8v2VA9GnnuvqWfzfV7t3hydy2p3w4rGC1pbaHTU6A5MNYUAWX/s320/IMG_6320.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vodka Generally Prefers a Long Pasta, Though She Did Not Enjoy DiAnoia's Al Limone</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The sauce, too, is good, if nothing hugely memorable. But the dish itself just never quite comes across as anything more than a big gimmick.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26nUyVv8bS0tV9Jndz033axBH6gzFQdJ6b2iW7qTSr8N8w8P63TTIC6u276CnSmaWf6rdVU4DrX6g9akGlF-U84FEk-1I4L2Kp_QrXbfvE3QJ0gDdgzaXH0TWIQI4BDu4bVy9z_5LG8PEprS-FY7fBRrO9db5RswQa09crhmplvZDl0EwbO8Dl1eC/s4032/IMG_6316.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh26nUyVv8bS0tV9Jndz033axBH6gzFQdJ6b2iW7qTSr8N8w8P63TTIC6u276CnSmaWf6rdVU4DrX6g9akGlF-U84FEk-1I4L2Kp_QrXbfvE3QJ0gDdgzaXH0TWIQI4BDu4bVy9z_5LG8PEprS-FY7fBRrO9db5RswQa09crhmplvZDl0EwbO8Dl1eC/s320/IMG_6316.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What Utensil Would YOU Use to Conquer This Item?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">While the idea of having bread itself as the vehicle for a pasta dish seems ingenious, because one is unable to actually taste the bread before a solid portion of the pasta is gone, it renders the whole thing a bit useless. Additionally, the bread itself is rather lacking in flavor, like the world's most bland pizza crust.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3kEFdMvgdJm74J9ouAEnH_mSmr8-KsdaQFJW1nGas2GCp63HUlAnKdXnlR9aGroSO7-Uo8lVzuKznxIG4pLIxKQ1beiWwN0NtKBipURk8rVKrbQZyCS4fXZn1F8KZvgJ_6u9X9-M3pq0ytplMl0_Nye7g1QQ_CwHfyjIpW5JYZNxB_uaA4EkKFe1/s4032/IMG_6321.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU3kEFdMvgdJm74J9ouAEnH_mSmr8-KsdaQFJW1nGas2GCp63HUlAnKdXnlR9aGroSO7-Uo8lVzuKznxIG4pLIxKQ1beiWwN0NtKBipURk8rVKrbQZyCS4fXZn1F8KZvgJ_6u9X9-M3pq0ytplMl0_Nye7g1QQ_CwHfyjIpW5JYZNxB_uaA4EkKFe1/s320/IMG_6321.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Rave Review, This Decidedly Is Not</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">After we only manage to polish off about a quarter of the contents, we heave the rest of the bread bowl into a plastic to-go container and share it the following day, straight out of our hotel refrigerator. Even with the benefit of having hardened into a more consumable form, the dish just doesn't taste like much, and Whiskey Sour winds up courting the remaining third back home with her.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxm3mEoXXfiXQj6xi7FO8roYgLEyv6P9-TZcz5J0RKvZV-oFQI6SdMB0rUBR7Xe28tnXmbBNfHv3i-aFWAOlUAh0ZTPQZgGz__pKqtq4lQHGL4aPAyy-c6WdugkOTOhTAFLuKUySMzyIkIbSR3yUNfcEcp9YPgUlHqVp44vWGogQHe-zGfZllDHNY/s4032/IMG_6413.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxm3mEoXXfiXQj6xi7FO8roYgLEyv6P9-TZcz5J0RKvZV-oFQI6SdMB0rUBR7Xe28tnXmbBNfHv3i-aFWAOlUAh0ZTPQZgGz__pKqtq4lQHGL4aPAyy-c6WdugkOTOhTAFLuKUySMzyIkIbSR3yUNfcEcp9YPgUlHqVp44vWGogQHe-zGfZllDHNY/s320/IMG_6413.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And If You're STILL Not Good After Congealing for a Day, Is There Really Any Hope?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">From the rest of the meal, the donut dessert is a highlight, though frankly, nothing presented at DiAnoia's Eatery comes close to the perfection that was our giant pretzel. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMf2_720vnM_fz6yGMS4PT1ECQjftQ1UijG7zx_dNeOK9mr2dYAsXAT_086v7RgPyNPy65ZiWCRYOZ7aVacCFQ5E2G0JOV-SY9oo8-kkboAaEzCAWbYSZDDs6D_kvHioBAZv5rSvVHyDq0c0tbolQZP74WAtfooh2GrvkBVtawMNW6WV8uXRiHdDb/s4032/IMG_6322.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFMf2_720vnM_fz6yGMS4PT1ECQjftQ1UijG7zx_dNeOK9mr2dYAsXAT_086v7RgPyNPy65ZiWCRYOZ7aVacCFQ5E2G0JOV-SY9oo8-kkboAaEzCAWbYSZDDs6D_kvHioBAZv5rSvVHyDq0c0tbolQZP74WAtfooh2GrvkBVtawMNW6WV8uXRiHdDb/s320/IMG_6322.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Might These Also Come with a Side of Yellow Mustard?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And this only proves that, in <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Pittsburgh%20PA">PIitsburgh</a> and beyond, sometimes gimmick dishes work out for the best, but more often then not, without any substance behind them, they'll simply never make you a star.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>DiAnoia's Eatery's Gnocchi Bread Bowl: 3 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-51393603177924761832023-05-01T13:34:00.005-04:002023-05-01T13:37:40.303-04:00Off the Map: In Pittsburgh, No Plates Means No Problems (and Plenty of Soap)<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cap & Egg - Primanti Bros., Pittsburgh, PA</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="https://primantibros.com/">Primanti Bros.</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The first majestic thing to take place during Vodka's inaugural trip to <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Pittsburgh%20PA">Pittsburgh, PA</a>, is she gets carded. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RspgHZe7V3f9zp7PlsHmmISjsC5MdpF6DdgCx912NZpT4gzR7EN_rL_rvx4KPhxUQGFan4s3QgtImeNfKdJNERKcAVCDEoGB2axfDcTUrZuGmHGgEAfIPLY3xpnvW2jDTjLGxxRKFa0PaXGZCKMmfGtQlQVPwBZD54Zi2YAmRNyuF7CzsK_c638q/s4032/IMG_6226.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6RspgHZe7V3f9zp7PlsHmmISjsC5MdpF6DdgCx912NZpT4gzR7EN_rL_rvx4KPhxUQGFan4s3QgtImeNfKdJNERKcAVCDEoGB2axfDcTUrZuGmHGgEAfIPLY3xpnvW2jDTjLGxxRKFa0PaXGZCKMmfGtQlQVPwBZD54Zi2YAmRNyuF7CzsK_c638q/s320/IMG_6226.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For This Fact Alone, Vodka May Have Found Her New Favorite City</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As she's now pretty much double the age when an ID consultation would be understandable, she is beyond thrilled that her Moscow Mule order resulted in a study of her birth year. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rs1g9gew6XNO19x7xixsdVxfUv1s2oZ2CD5ag7D66RHhbrLaf7Tvd8WbFIr6WR1iHUWp2HDhgljh2s46rMc0_PaqOhsYT96TnNToN1DKdr_OHAluoDfGOsFzLCk_rMRl_bluflWX3L-VKgVG5I9F9U0R54hu_JDM2C9jt1i3pDX5rcBBFgv-l6TM/s4032/IMG_6183.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rs1g9gew6XNO19x7xixsdVxfUv1s2oZ2CD5ag7D66RHhbrLaf7Tvd8WbFIr6WR1iHUWp2HDhgljh2s46rMc0_PaqOhsYT96TnNToN1DKdr_OHAluoDfGOsFzLCk_rMRl_bluflWX3L-VKgVG5I9F9U0R54hu_JDM2C9jt1i3pDX5rcBBFgv-l6TM/s320/IMG_6183.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall, Who's the Drunkest of Them All?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Equally thrilling is that she is finally about to consume that legend of a Western Pennsylvania entree, a Primanti Bros. sandwich.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPwFQfFziWBgLYu5djv0DbTz5pm1jsSAn84OmD6AnpjTUx7Al9qlNpXwPvPlBBxiuHcooTj3Tr0tsW7iy8NvBBCND0S9gXaWNb3RnkQEzlE1xX3qRnLTp0BZo5wOyQl0DoSuo37xqsSAjXEcWObHCDapHQvTZ04spyiw6hq4rMCx9dCjigEfbCPua/s4032/IMG_6181.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPwFQfFziWBgLYu5djv0DbTz5pm1jsSAn84OmD6AnpjTUx7Al9qlNpXwPvPlBBxiuHcooTj3Tr0tsW7iy8NvBBCND0S9gXaWNb3RnkQEzlE1xX3qRnLTp0BZo5wOyQl0DoSuo37xqsSAjXEcWObHCDapHQvTZ04spyiw6hq4rMCx9dCjigEfbCPua/s320/IMG_6181.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello, Gorgeous</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The entirety of Vodka's knowledge of Primanti Bros. comes from the fact that they stuff their French fries directly onto the sandwiches themselves, a practice for which she and her two college roommates, <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Charlotte%20NC">Whiskey Sour</a> and <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Dallas%20TX">Diet Coke</a>, are equally excited. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oF2_r9LkGKdFySg4m069lur-BiY90V4l1d0_WcT-eAFafo8De78KhQVlpmDzxjMgEca6VnjwICFjemILOTuvt45-qUffqMpp7BK3UcaeoFR6NzW1oNqrhTxFrN1dx3t04yRkg4dSfH3VWlWOSKUwjey_2XNqdA6_rzxnlM_E0afrgdPP_dqa5Gkx/s4032/IMG_6189.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oF2_r9LkGKdFySg4m069lur-BiY90V4l1d0_WcT-eAFafo8De78KhQVlpmDzxjMgEca6VnjwICFjemILOTuvt45-qUffqMpp7BK3UcaeoFR6NzW1oNqrhTxFrN1dx3t04yRkg4dSfH3VWlWOSKUwjey_2XNqdA6_rzxnlM_E0afrgdPP_dqa5Gkx/s320/IMG_6189.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Yet Somehow Still Tempted to Ask for a Side of French Fries</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">According to <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>, Vodka must order the Cap & Egg, as recommended by <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Rachael%20Ray">Rachael Ray</a> on the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Unbeatable%20Breakfast">UNBEATABLE BREAKFAST</a> episode. Whiskey Sour and Diet Coke both choose the Pitts-Burger, which is heavily advertised as the "#2 Best Seller" all over the establishment... with no mention of which delicacy owns the top spot.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtRIGpawwZ69sHJqN0Ff2GP2JTmwJglkRPuqVaPpaxoYZG2cVtKxhYrZCsDViRYDl2NLyRc_jI8w3mXw6nyCTim9ed2evJTu4roQrSH_qsGt-OiIXnaTxv2oW36DGnUt0Bl70sOBJGjc7Fz2QKHwlQL1Lw1j7EQZNo8uxHUhwt55eDt0ZVera25-e/s4032/IMG_6182.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtRIGpawwZ69sHJqN0Ff2GP2JTmwJglkRPuqVaPpaxoYZG2cVtKxhYrZCsDViRYDl2NLyRc_jI8w3mXw6nyCTim9ed2evJTu4roQrSH_qsGt-OiIXnaTxv2oW36DGnUt0Bl70sOBJGjc7Fz2QKHwlQL1Lw1j7EQZNo8uxHUhwt55eDt0ZVera25-e/s320/IMG_6182.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And For This Evening's First Riddle....</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It takes an exceptionally long time for the sandwiches to make their appearance, but this delay leaves ample opportunity for us to each visit the Primanti Bros. restroom, featuring a soap dispenser with a mind of its own. Squeezing out five squirts of turquoise soap per every hand swipe, the staff has seemingly "solved" this problem by installing a tub beneath the machine to catch the extra barrel of anti-bacterial goo.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Isjo9zKCVzW3fvac143XyXDh1jQMQy56pkFF57YytDMZaOYOKbD8LSpr_NeLw8z2VYyFUQ9ApsH9lrgdYBpIFOQavIkJWmMd8LiIpTXOLzxanV32w2G6zDgZgKp0NprTP5nWbY-CuA32MyvvJx2F9kKa2SSu3oY1_mvbwqrT_HPNz-H2rTxyWBbc/s4032/IMG_6190.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Isjo9zKCVzW3fvac143XyXDh1jQMQy56pkFF57YytDMZaOYOKbD8LSpr_NeLw8z2VYyFUQ9ApsH9lrgdYBpIFOQavIkJWmMd8LiIpTXOLzxanV32w2G6zDgZgKp0NprTP5nWbY-CuA32MyvvJx2F9kKa2SSu3oY1_mvbwqrT_HPNz-H2rTxyWBbc/s320/IMG_6190.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, That's One Solution</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The preponderance of soap means that our hands are extra clean by the time our sandwiches actually arrive -- good fortune, as they do so without a plate. Wrapped up in their own cocoons of parchment paper, they're gifted before us like a stork bestowing a newborn. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9X6HLFyW9Ay_2JbzBaaS6pVMLcrFD8D_kQA0lu336IjnzTOY8xXxJtqU-2j7DtDXxWM21SZZE4P3fOgQ4OfGOY61zXYDu80Y1Qz1tBLrGpDa5nDbxeRrUC6KV53iSbONvFMle6J4nf7BFGNu18X97wYjPdDKvNt-W89VqTuY_DhlBouYeoFnHxLOv/s4032/IMG_6185.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9X6HLFyW9Ay_2JbzBaaS6pVMLcrFD8D_kQA0lu336IjnzTOY8xXxJtqU-2j7DtDXxWM21SZZE4P3fOgQ4OfGOY61zXYDu80Y1Qz1tBLrGpDa5nDbxeRrUC6KV53iSbONvFMle6J4nf7BFGNu18X97wYjPdDKvNt-W89VqTuY_DhlBouYeoFnHxLOv/s320/IMG_6185.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Heaven-Sent Bundle</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The sandwiches themselves are enormous but not unwieldy - even Diet Coke, who has the smallest mouth and smallest appetite among us, can both eat it easily and (nearly) completely.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODWiKvSbirXu6oN4AjVpMTYALq9r5OzWS2V6T0pRGtylO7GVzBcTj-9iPIBh0hkrlP5Fo8u2qvNYp4bduP27HJY75yZJaNeN9JuI177H_X7xsvlqBlu0Mpak7E_3h4XgoqkQrSHUXAK7tZbBJMM2AYJ7HTi_NMU6N0YtdWEzmgGu2T2vXuzVeRP8P/s4032/IMG_6184.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODWiKvSbirXu6oN4AjVpMTYALq9r5OzWS2V6T0pRGtylO7GVzBcTj-9iPIBh0hkrlP5Fo8u2qvNYp4bduP27HJY75yZJaNeN9JuI177H_X7xsvlqBlu0Mpak7E_3h4XgoqkQrSHUXAK7tZbBJMM2AYJ7HTi_NMU6N0YtdWEzmgGu2T2vXuzVeRP8P/s320/IMG_6184.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Few Stray French Fries Escaping the Herd</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Cap and Egg makes for a very satisfying combination, though not one that Vodka would necessarily have chosen. The whole enterprise seems to be lacking a touch a seasoning and would do well with a condiment or two (though then again, Vodka has rarely met an entree that she didn't think needed salt).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWn0lGIs2V1tc_I8xbblPYwJy7HsjRWLplS4UXsyAb-NG6HJ0Q8KrSOjBK5QI2OJI1Q8t9KSst7L1MuT0aiZZjsBMtLPtRv9n15WynZRLER93bsv1lZT22t-SmqV2V6A6GiyVakmAAlntVHj5nFdV51zYDzO8OFY_dFqlbVIOraAGW0c45bv-JML_E/s4032/IMG_6186.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWn0lGIs2V1tc_I8xbblPYwJy7HsjRWLplS4UXsyAb-NG6HJ0Q8KrSOjBK5QI2OJI1Q8t9KSst7L1MuT0aiZZjsBMtLPtRv9n15WynZRLER93bsv1lZT22t-SmqV2V6A6GiyVakmAAlntVHj5nFdV51zYDzO8OFY_dFqlbVIOraAGW0c45bv-JML_E/s320/IMG_6186.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Side of Mayonnaise Also Would Not Be Entirely Out of Place</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Whiskey Sour and Diet Coke similarly enjoy their Pitts-Burgers, but would also try a different sandwich during a return visit (Vodka is most intrigued by the kielbasi variety).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDyOz-qUTM9Mtxn4-2ORYyb6cHkDcNozsmb5ADQZ349H163yekKhxCHVtyD5EqaAOx7VtT1eT2fWdMSMqbyxAm-s2V-2BWgC5Oc1U_rd0AOhgLgvWkijm55WwEwfIh2ZLfFX1XU4un4KuWRpqo5-7nU6IEsVobmkIDCSFRspSVkUO3CsNOzKnmWHs/s4032/IMG_6188.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDyOz-qUTM9Mtxn4-2ORYyb6cHkDcNozsmb5ADQZ349H163yekKhxCHVtyD5EqaAOx7VtT1eT2fWdMSMqbyxAm-s2V-2BWgC5Oc1U_rd0AOhgLgvWkijm55WwEwfIh2ZLfFX1XU4un4KuWRpqo5-7nU6IEsVobmkIDCSFRspSVkUO3CsNOzKnmWHs/s320/IMG_6188.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An Additional Menu Tip from the Other Side of the State: Pork Roll<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small;">The thick white bread used for all of Primanti Bros.'s creations molds perfectly around the contents, keeping everything in place and making for a relatively mess-free eating adventure. </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6yuyMzct8AV7-9_IwE4RsrAIpVEoeC3HlvnliWEbNBWdbADOQNzYHRZU6z_p90BGq-h6BcoJMm7y19kDHXHZnVmi6YkiGcloS99lJqaxpD-RPZb1uRYln6xDF9LehSIapyFutfiLJTJ_7v4IHiVF78wkfeEqMJA-nse2j4LLedAO1lg6NV-4suDv/s4032/IMG_6187.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-6yuyMzct8AV7-9_IwE4RsrAIpVEoeC3HlvnliWEbNBWdbADOQNzYHRZU6z_p90BGq-h6BcoJMm7y19kDHXHZnVmi6YkiGcloS99lJqaxpD-RPZb1uRYln6xDF9LehSIapyFutfiLJTJ_7v4IHiVF78wkfeEqMJA-nse2j4LLedAO1lg6NV-4suDv/s320/IMG_6187.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Pittsburgh Burrito</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Though even if it didn't, there's plenty of soap available with which to wash off afterwards.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>Primanti Bros.'s Cap & Egg: 4 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-19903216795458126422022-12-16T12:23:00.000-05:002022-12-16T12:23:03.771-05:00Off the Map: A Good Meatloaf<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Meatloaf - The 1770 House, East Hampton, NY</i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.1770house.com/">The 1770 House</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">If there is one person on <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> who will rarely, if ever, steer you wrong, it is <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Ina%20Garten">Ina Garten</a>. Which is why, when you are among her stomping grounds in <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/East%20Hampton%20NY">East Hampton</a>, it is imperative that you spend as much time as possible frequenting her haunts.<br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBakdeYnI8o8sC6EEmK_ICWYLUK_iGgs4N9PwT8i5R5q617bzVrk6Kva7sLfqBrZ6LN4nXJkgQ3bqiNzT70yetlOgwzFNW4tSExL6QqYl7tsti8dGNeLZvJomFXjuDWRVxV66RZ3ssIYpFWK4UjtxziXqAjm60R1aGc76gpOo7Qs3VZtW4E_4KML_/s4032/91D29200-FD59-4489-BF1A-403E2ED84547.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBakdeYnI8o8sC6EEmK_ICWYLUK_iGgs4N9PwT8i5R5q617bzVrk6Kva7sLfqBrZ6LN4nXJkgQ3bqiNzT70yetlOgwzFNW4tSExL6QqYl7tsti8dGNeLZvJomFXjuDWRVxV66RZ3ssIYpFWK4UjtxziXqAjm60R1aGc76gpOo7Qs3VZtW4E_4KML_/s320/91D29200-FD59-4489-BF1A-403E2ED84547.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where Ina Goes, We Will Follow</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Possibly her top haunt of all time is The 1770 House, which is both a historic inn and a restaurant - the latter featuring both a classic dining room and a basement tavern. After being advised that Ina herself prefers the atmosphere of the tavern, Vodka naturally chose the same ambience for her inaugural 1770 House meal.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9l3dv38zpdwEvE_3jDZgbglG623Jt8m0q6Ueb7wgJO19rdYnnIACfxCksg9I87NSZa01OTKUKMoEBKC9l9gxcOZ2T4RgoUmw-xYFRu6FLXBbOhJNwJnyDP56WsEGr6CHqIH6qqbr_Ril6sb4XBCNbv-DLs72vxRWcye0hFF6cDTYwtmIC2Wiuy5S/s4032/05256EB9-87F6-427D-88FE-8D90326B997C.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9l3dv38zpdwEvE_3jDZgbglG623Jt8m0q6Ueb7wgJO19rdYnnIACfxCksg9I87NSZa01OTKUKMoEBKC9l9gxcOZ2T4RgoUmw-xYFRu6FLXBbOhJNwJnyDP56WsEGr6CHqIH6qqbr_Ril6sb4XBCNbv-DLs72vxRWcye0hFF6cDTYwtmIC2Wiuy5S/s320/05256EB9-87F6-427D-88FE-8D90326B997C.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Never Before Has Basement Dining Been So Chic</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The tavern proves a bit treacherous to get to, due to a winding staircase that could most certainly take out anyone who's had a few too many martinis to her name. But once downstairs, it is all cozy charm - the perfect place to spend a snowy night while getting lit on cocktails which may or may cause you to be trapped in this basement until the end of time.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKILey_Y3VNAeB5vl7VWt1QO4g8su_0G391sT6Kamlh3cr8pYWD4lCK1nSfSAwvFqkNpX7ittLowT8LOA4Sq8ZrcVF6KjdUcjf-GcQ3d3t65rS3gqkFudwC4kb2HHPeb_jlUggqN5LggPSSrY8WElK7PvXautj7F8NcihQRpJ4GS8vIfIHaxNoCICa/s4032/66811F3F-0D57-470B-BF04-490307076BBA.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKILey_Y3VNAeB5vl7VWt1QO4g8su_0G391sT6Kamlh3cr8pYWD4lCK1nSfSAwvFqkNpX7ittLowT8LOA4Sq8ZrcVF6KjdUcjf-GcQ3d3t65rS3gqkFudwC4kb2HHPeb_jlUggqN5LggPSSrY8WElK7PvXautj7F8NcihQRpJ4GS8vIfIHaxNoCICa/s320/66811F3F-0D57-470B-BF04-490307076BBA.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If "Comfort" Were a Restaurant, It Would Be the Tavern at 1770 House</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Vodka orders the meatloaf, because that is what Ina instructed, even though never, in the history of her life, has she chosen meatloaf as her restaurant entree. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2IlytwlLBBI9yg3ziaY0F-lP8Fss0A7OjeLktwe6KDqoWRlkXrNWBsdOX6yQFs7TJX0Mggh9mZ74hUaBefMHY5fAfLtNOa1czIlOO9d2CE17JBVcVVnx3uNNj9RnV88RoFKjcso-9TgbsTJBTt4ZO4TnjZLmfkBzvZ3ckkIphlD79aXOd6lN8PvV/s4032/390003A3-B97F-4502-8E42-BC53A0CB11B1.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2IlytwlLBBI9yg3ziaY0F-lP8Fss0A7OjeLktwe6KDqoWRlkXrNWBsdOX6yQFs7TJX0Mggh9mZ74hUaBefMHY5fAfLtNOa1czIlOO9d2CE17JBVcVVnx3uNNj9RnV88RoFKjcso-9TgbsTJBTt4ZO4TnjZLmfkBzvZ3ckkIphlD79aXOd6lN8PvV/s320/390003A3-B97F-4502-8E42-BC53A0CB11B1.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Primarily Because the Staples of Her Dinners Are Booze, Cheese, and Carbohydrates</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Prior to the arrival of our main dinners, we are greeted by freshly baked, warmed rolls (delectable) and our chosen appetizers - the spicy Montauk fluke tartare and the autumn salad. The fluke is especially delightful, featuring a subtle smattering of wasabi over the top which brings a pleasing kick to the entire enterprise.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNWtZMen2LGICgsOdzfLfSWKuR1hahIoa-2jhDuB-cN17-65UDX1VP6kQCmRQd6I1sgj3GzOizQsYvOb56WMjWEEbzTKQf48jdhtQBLyqZ-f7uNdUtp0oy6vhPJII3tIne4QOBKPQJRcInvZ9OKyh-iJDH_MCbkTB0TuPYWmyXEpeK_QrwdK1VTnk/s4032/D62CC7E1-E703-4D9A-8A0D-41798A667676.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNWtZMen2LGICgsOdzfLfSWKuR1hahIoa-2jhDuB-cN17-65UDX1VP6kQCmRQd6I1sgj3GzOizQsYvOb56WMjWEEbzTKQf48jdhtQBLyqZ-f7uNdUtp0oy6vhPJII3tIne4QOBKPQJRcInvZ9OKyh-iJDH_MCbkTB0TuPYWmyXEpeK_QrwdK1VTnk/s320/D62CC7E1-E703-4D9A-8A0D-41798A667676.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who Knew the Tavern Also Doubled as a Sushi Specialty Mart?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Onto the main event, the meatloaf itself, which Ina had featured on the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Classics">THE CLASSICS </a>episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>, is every good as Ina had promised. It's accompanied by potato puree, spinach, and a roasted garlic sauce which tastes undeniably like chicken broth (not a complaint). </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrEBI6Mdtov9OFMhg24awGLlEO7EIBy54cEssgwV61fVF2Gya2FNLlTv4a6SF-sQ8VV_pgNOdilwg1SO_oRRd4q-QQ8gyruu1jm5Y8uSrPvq57pakWbvcwy1NBzDpAx_b__xvQCIQuNtYVhi43iotY09-md4WpZbTjzwTDdMEqCZtPupn9Of-4FHQ/s4032/3F85E1C6-E55C-43B4-9F14-8A60FD25975A.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJrEBI6Mdtov9OFMhg24awGLlEO7EIBy54cEssgwV61fVF2Gya2FNLlTv4a6SF-sQ8VV_pgNOdilwg1SO_oRRd4q-QQ8gyruu1jm5Y8uSrPvq57pakWbvcwy1NBzDpAx_b__xvQCIQuNtYVhi43iotY09-md4WpZbTjzwTDdMEqCZtPupn9Of-4FHQ/s320/3F85E1C6-E55C-43B4-9F14-8A60FD25975A.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Heel of the Loaf</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">While the meatloaf is indeed the best Vodka has ever had, it is, after all, still meatloaf, and while she would return to the 1770 House in a heartbeat, she would try one of the other staples of their menu.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEind6EmTWD7VAuog3f-ScUW4o3namv904Aa6ew7xGRhRD6lcjnYfowzbLzmVb0oqAnFmlQg1Z_FBLCD_T-M55P7Iw9M9v0QwNTLRKP4lc3tb9KZ4midnUJN8crPTg0aHrPWYw5C6Ab-z4FwOwiJvOnRbQ17BAioM20F_bNMmKkV-IaVb0za-CmoJ9ku/s4032/54C4B12D-A0B4-4EEB-9C59-7A63D34F416E.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEind6EmTWD7VAuog3f-ScUW4o3namv904Aa6ew7xGRhRD6lcjnYfowzbLzmVb0oqAnFmlQg1Z_FBLCD_T-M55P7Iw9M9v0QwNTLRKP4lc3tb9KZ4midnUJN8crPTg0aHrPWYw5C6Ab-z4FwOwiJvOnRbQ17BAioM20F_bNMmKkV-IaVb0za-CmoJ9ku/s320/54C4B12D-A0B4-4EEB-9C59-7A63D34F416E.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Namely the Burger, and Even More Namely, the French Fries</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">After indulging in the chocolate brownie for dessert, Vodka tippy-toed carefully up the winding Tavern steps, clutching a wine glass in one hand and a rose bottle in the other, and all three emerged unscathed.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1_JPi_wYp5bMvNDYkeHS1BWg9_knPxqZwQkPCSNWF_rl_cqCRtJ0ce7sQVDxZI7GAPeiFAo7xhEBIRiIWTPHDT5gWsNLVeH71BJmy-H3NOIqtBLpZ6JFtK8CYkzPR6U2XawclscmmRHDMMClRsEjTt7ZQccMjusU2i0xdK9OO4tQzMz7duUDQtuO/s4032/3E706FA4-D28D-43E5-83BC-333F98D185F6.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1_JPi_wYp5bMvNDYkeHS1BWg9_knPxqZwQkPCSNWF_rl_cqCRtJ0ce7sQVDxZI7GAPeiFAo7xhEBIRiIWTPHDT5gWsNLVeH71BJmy-H3NOIqtBLpZ6JFtK8CYkzPR6U2XawclscmmRHDMMClRsEjTt7ZQccMjusU2i0xdK9OO4tQzMz7duUDQtuO/s320/3E706FA4-D28D-43E5-83BC-333F98D185F6.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brownie A La Lantern Light</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As Ina herself would say, how easy is that?</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>The 1770's House Meatloaf: 4 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-1900979272789563122022-12-15T14:56:00.003-05:002022-12-15T14:58:19.869-05:00Off the Map: In a Hamptons Pickle<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Salty Soured Pickled Rye Bread - Carissa's Bakery's, East Hampton, NY</i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.carissasthebakery.com/">Carissa's Bakery</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">For the first time in her life, Vodka has ventured to the wilds of the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/East%20Hampton%20NY">Hamptons</a> to see and taste the East End institutions and cuisines which <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Ina%20Garten">Ina Garten</a> calls home. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXtflLt8DM0cCQsjtgTIK3Bza3V82HN_Kq4K14uLBraVBZRZDFaKW6uVQQdoqc6SM_coxobkwey77x6q-DZ3r-6a21maU29U8nBaacP1BNW57oLSCiNW3wwYYpwlrxWSTySnkNl_T7O2ekEugJrOyWO2zd-0249tgjrmdfnTU1h2TyB5kA__BLWNj/s4032/A5C01A3C-E6DA-47DB-BE24-9EF74D6D03DC.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXtflLt8DM0cCQsjtgTIK3Bza3V82HN_Kq4K14uLBraVBZRZDFaKW6uVQQdoqc6SM_coxobkwey77x6q-DZ3r-6a21maU29U8nBaacP1BNW57oLSCiNW3wwYYpwlrxWSTySnkNl_T7O2ekEugJrOyWO2zd-0249tgjrmdfnTU1h2TyB5kA__BLWNj/s320/A5C01A3C-E6DA-47DB-BE24-9EF74D6D03DC.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't You Just Picture Ina Sending Jeffrey Out to Fetch One of These Concoctions?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">One such location is Carissa's Bakery, though <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Alex%20Guarnaschelli">Alex Guarnaschelli</a> is the one who featured the place on <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> for their <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Key%20Ingredient">KEY INGREDIENT</a> episode.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVAFiioEAGq-BtGq5n01MfsP6HLZDgT8TUaaw38LiDQCuo6SAryjFJmhrgWKu83jWKeps4w92u-YqnthoO8nuK0dkOff_mHd7qA5aCg_pARUxRZMXnfIzD20lAmHuSyAdfbcjuui1E713NjrBYOXnYdNEt4SKuuQKa7ZqXC-8vlUZd1kjZSFNtlnp/s4032/1662A632-0E26-4DF2-A317-FBC4188F97CC.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVAFiioEAGq-BtGq5n01MfsP6HLZDgT8TUaaw38LiDQCuo6SAryjFJmhrgWKu83jWKeps4w92u-YqnthoO8nuK0dkOff_mHd7qA5aCg_pARUxRZMXnfIzD20lAmHuSyAdfbcjuui1E713NjrBYOXnYdNEt4SKuuQKa7ZqXC-8vlUZd1kjZSFNtlnp/s320/1662A632-0E26-4DF2-A317-FBC4188F97CC.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, Ina's Mini-Cooper Was Not in the Parking Lot</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The key ingredient in Carissa's case is pickle, as Alex's chosen dish is the salty soured pickled rye bread. Except when Vodka goes about actually ordering this concoction, she cannot come up with its name, and says to (the person she can only guess is Carissa herself), "Do you have that pickle loaf?"</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_RkOtL2Oq7HoTfLZONYuYtaANs_4L8Dfztrrp48NjdBLyDJ0gH8Q2M6icrRUGq-fY1zZ1kdDimIJVoDAN8D4SObIO-vP9iTK32fe7bwetteBARET8xR8TSYiJ5nhvThIQv8r0QJ20HijrdWk8gjBr8waubdzQddqcuXswUDalfMkgJfndnRX3b9n/s4032/495B5C8E-7E90-43D8-8006-52399F477CD4.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_RkOtL2Oq7HoTfLZONYuYtaANs_4L8Dfztrrp48NjdBLyDJ0gH8Q2M6icrRUGq-fY1zZ1kdDimIJVoDAN8D4SObIO-vP9iTK32fe7bwetteBARET8xR8TSYiJ5nhvThIQv8r0QJ20HijrdWk8gjBr8waubdzQddqcuXswUDalfMkgJfndnRX3b9n/s320/495B5C8E-7E90-43D8-8006-52399F477CD4.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Kind of Classy Ordering Style is the Reason the Hamptons Don't Welcome Us</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Along with the loaf, Vodka and her parents are at Carissa's for breakfast, so we order three bacon and egg sandwiches, three lattes, and said hunk of bread. The total for this breakfast comes to... wait for it....</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">$108.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">$108!!!!!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Is Ina herself hand-curing these pickling liquids as a favor to Carissa?! Because we cannot for the life of us come up with why the total FOR BREAKFAST is so astronomical.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQ81ujlSczUNJsQ1VkfApaIvHOlvCvWGwPfEDaGd0y5n8vtfF-M3Z_yrYuuECv7QPbht7ND7eNDVikG1Jyl1T4Ny5O2AABnGTtpXU6u8cfrJ47qy9RjZmW5-Uuey_c8CxtF-uvV8cwZvwTQahqnTCx3kQuuJAy3y8bhqvp-NOsNUMHFjTv4GmzC1i/s4032/14DB9289-A5B3-4CE2-8945-01BBEC10B6C3.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQ81ujlSczUNJsQ1VkfApaIvHOlvCvWGwPfEDaGd0y5n8vtfF-M3Z_yrYuuECv7QPbht7ND7eNDVikG1Jyl1T4Ny5O2AABnGTtpXU6u8cfrJ47qy9RjZmW5-Uuey_c8CxtF-uvV8cwZvwTQahqnTCx3kQuuJAy3y8bhqvp-NOsNUMHFjTv4GmzC1i/s320/14DB9289-A5B3-4CE2-8945-01BBEC10B6C3.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do You Know How Many McDonald's Hashbrowns We Could Buy for $108?!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Price aside, the sandwiches in question are good, if not worth $57 a piece (give or take a few pennies). </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjFqKWS7azvjZUoh0NLJOPTUxc9gXsi06MAYxIReVFW8Vj3w5wm0yQLY9XghYesHrDioRpyYsqT6RvaTUZMXSaNieSKRTIH7s8JlrnpMM_OP4C2gSG5NcKtX0oXZzLQTpNjRL6yNDFf8xh0_OpZSKTVC3hRx_i9AcwtnIlNK0nnR83Ysc4vDzITsC/s4032/4B7F5DC9-6590-40DD-BE0C-667B4BEB3DAD.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRjFqKWS7azvjZUoh0NLJOPTUxc9gXsi06MAYxIReVFW8Vj3w5wm0yQLY9XghYesHrDioRpyYsqT6RvaTUZMXSaNieSKRTIH7s8JlrnpMM_OP4C2gSG5NcKtX0oXZzLQTpNjRL6yNDFf8xh0_OpZSKTVC3hRx_i9AcwtnIlNK0nnR83Ysc4vDzITsC/s320/4B7F5DC9-6590-40DD-BE0C-667B4BEB3DAD.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sandwiches in Photo May Feature More Collard Greens Than Originally Advertised</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In truth, they are mostly filling spread heavily on two enormous slices of sourdough and topped with one fried egg and a few slices of bacon. The lattes, in contrast, are truly delectable, and wind up being the highlight of this morning excursion.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3Xykl5YilzVmcfJYCdoLdtW72wWx_PuyfuYhBIIeeMR0KG3fk0d6WIbjSn_Brn6V7YZCcOdU21-QpOTxwXlHfG1fIClf-Kc5juyGzKZiFNSkGyHpKhV2Y56QrrioxTzTh1ulAch8L69-QUv41-UFPZjw2zatSQqbgvza_t86rSelt-zOBI1E9Sd1/s4032/8230EFB8-6A07-4B34-A654-37ABEC033084.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS3Xykl5YilzVmcfJYCdoLdtW72wWx_PuyfuYhBIIeeMR0KG3fk0d6WIbjSn_Brn6V7YZCcOdU21-QpOTxwXlHfG1fIClf-Kc5juyGzKZiFNSkGyHpKhV2Y56QrrioxTzTh1ulAch8L69-QUv41-UFPZjw2zatSQqbgvza_t86rSelt-zOBI1E9Sd1/s320/8230EFB8-6A07-4B34-A654-37ABEC033084.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps Carissa's Should Rebrand as a Barista Training Ground</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Onto the subject at hand, the pickle bread is delivered warmed out out of the oven, and, sans an available knife, Vodka begins hacking into it with her fingertips. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-i-HuTQIGp2K_7hfTeuTW2KQ-LjNiTiD2Ci_bB4fl5oVOdwdag-mXehVBeTORAKfgUQ7JFcjKj2PQr3fUobnR0-6t31UaDEJHT7y51Jsg5NQi7y3w2WjW664QkH4oC_IRNs9CxbicILG4s0yWEsrI_qUoJIsAGFLATi2410cUL5YJHZF87otHSom1/s4032/CB0B6F42-54B2-4F33-9767-4CB89F91EDF1.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-i-HuTQIGp2K_7hfTeuTW2KQ-LjNiTiD2Ci_bB4fl5oVOdwdag-mXehVBeTORAKfgUQ7JFcjKj2PQr3fUobnR0-6t31UaDEJHT7y51Jsg5NQi7y3w2WjW664QkH4oC_IRNs9CxbicILG4s0yWEsrI_qUoJIsAGFLATi2410cUL5YJHZF87otHSom1/s320/CB0B6F42-54B2-4F33-9767-4CB89F91EDF1.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A More Elegant Slice Which Survived Vodka Tearing the Loaf to Shreds</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">At first, it is fairly pleasing - after all, this blog has rarely met a <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/byop-bring-your-own-pickles.html">pickle</a>, or pickle-flavored item, it did not enjoy. The interior of the loaf is incredibly spongy and chewy, while the top, with a generous (some would say "too generous") helping of caraway seeds, has a firmer bite.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLKFOsx4Vx8AmB3mqz2PffNxuoHocK_ri9sEd8LXgb3ke3N4tAG2sRI0VrXTzQSHkZRYQzUp2yHCQWHEMJ_mYaE9h1SJ-kevywPPcQO6WBeqkHOB9HS1rPdB2yuvS8A9rzOtLx_yD7hYLZUmVpAUuEFNP4vxqqZBPYWjSNOwecdK0p2xPil2g3e3j/s4032/BAA89352-DCE8-448E-BF0E-FE57B34941DE.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLKFOsx4Vx8AmB3mqz2PffNxuoHocK_ri9sEd8LXgb3ke3N4tAG2sRI0VrXTzQSHkZRYQzUp2yHCQWHEMJ_mYaE9h1SJ-kevywPPcQO6WBeqkHOB9HS1rPdB2yuvS8A9rzOtLx_yD7hYLZUmVpAUuEFNP4vxqqZBPYWjSNOwecdK0p2xPil2g3e3j/s320/BAA89352-DCE8-448E-BF0E-FE57B34941DE.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If Pickles Had Yeast</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">This bread may be just the ticket for making a sandwich when there is a dearth of pickles available, but other than that, Vodka can't quite figure out what it complements best. Back at home, she tried it alongside chicken noodle soup (it got lost) and morning eggs (it was just... odd), and it felt like too strong of a flavor to pair easily with other foods (after a day away from the warmth of Carissa's oven, it is the caraway seeds, and not the pickle, that prove to be the most potent).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EL3zXz3obqcqweUXcWj_gB-LTLSCjKobs_tClxLh14B2FMaQo1VCuaIVYkJPgcbm-6AQRfWMCmLqb00vHW5puHCydEDJonHDVooDqU9cYKZLqEJnJI6dUzk4GHpehmwx0rPNymNmc_jXZltEM96Kf6QjEKL1GPCFmQmKX3dBlcXrZ3NAri75PMxZ/s4032/E40841A8-046D-4426-8472-3C832F2DF2B8.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0EL3zXz3obqcqweUXcWj_gB-LTLSCjKobs_tClxLh14B2FMaQo1VCuaIVYkJPgcbm-6AQRfWMCmLqb00vHW5puHCydEDJonHDVooDqU9cYKZLqEJnJI6dUzk4GHpehmwx0rPNymNmc_jXZltEM96Kf6QjEKL1GPCFmQmKX3dBlcXrZ3NAri75PMxZ/s320/E40841A8-046D-4426-8472-3C832F2DF2B8.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You Know What Would Work Better than Caraway Seeds? Everything Bagel Seasoning.<br />You're Welcome, Carissa's</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In sum, Carissa's Bakery served as a suitable introduction to the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/East%20Hampton%20NY">Hamptons</a>, if mostly because every place Vodka ventured afterwards seemed downright cheap in comparison. Based on their display of sweets, it appears that, despite Alex Guarnaschelli's recommendation, it may be their pastries that are actually something to write home about.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSue_iNIv05KoByQhgDg9OQsECJFQAhpqCfL8ZUZPPsh6Ds740VsQF4DLpiyftxPiRGRS2gYVTwtqeNZQZyB4G1J3p1iXHueaSq1Xy4lODEcAGuGZ4XC_NgUIlfDgeQEWehgN2qUz_nCPitfeEMTpAVRF2VVIL3nHhOmibpQsiX3FA-MaI0ndktBxf/s4032/AB8A7E0A-0FC4-4B56-8193-29BD203E61C8.heic" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSue_iNIv05KoByQhgDg9OQsECJFQAhpqCfL8ZUZPPsh6Ds740VsQF4DLpiyftxPiRGRS2gYVTwtqeNZQZyB4G1J3p1iXHueaSq1Xy4lODEcAGuGZ4XC_NgUIlfDgeQEWehgN2qUz_nCPitfeEMTpAVRF2VVIL3nHhOmibpQsiX3FA-MaI0ndktBxf/s320/AB8A7E0A-0FC4-4B56-8193-29BD203E61C8.heic" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Real Toss-Up as to Which Is More Eye-Catching: This or... the Pickle Bread</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And isn't that just the pickle.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>Carissa's Bakery's Salty Soured Pickled Rye Bread: 3 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-62888478009297126652022-08-26T09:48:00.001-04:002022-08-26T09:49:40.112-04:00Off the Map: Right Cove, Wrong Fish Tacos<p><i> Fish Tacos - George's at the Cove, San Diego, CA</i></p><div><a href="https://www.georgesatthecove.com/">George's at the Cove</a></div><div><br /></div><div>First of all, turns out we ate the wrong dish. At the wrong restaurant. Nevertheless, we loved everything about it.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFVsZcSMJqM8NJm8t9kjvUiHIJQA_8t1wonVEVN1YTO2IxfscVXWLPTAyuP-jOvJAm1nzo0vYbqqn99iLn_9qok6f51OycSti5JHT3XE1ljJl6mAMaLb-9r05he4qAX1FpjGf7vd2SfEovZdzyCr1qqeujUsAfMn0d3RAzswB2EtcDYSVADewYFvS/s4032/IMG_9547.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFVsZcSMJqM8NJm8t9kjvUiHIJQA_8t1wonVEVN1YTO2IxfscVXWLPTAyuP-jOvJAm1nzo0vYbqqn99iLn_9qok6f51OycSti5JHT3XE1ljJl6mAMaLb-9r05he4qAX1FpjGf7vd2SfEovZdzyCr1qqeujUsAfMn0d3RAzswB2EtcDYSVADewYFvS/s320/IMG_9547.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Kind of Hard-Hitting Reporting Is Seemingly Why No One Reads Our Blog</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>So
as it happens, when "George's at the Cove" was featured on <i>Best Thing I
Ever Ate</i> way back in 2011, it was for their California Modern
restaurant, which is on the lower level of their complex in <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/La%20Jolla%20CA">La Jolla,
CA.</a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzJop6UHFi2JNQv3XP_eu0LjKyLgWfU0ALD8J0icb7S5OubE_xDaBTFbSVFx5iptTw7WO-UOftxDBvy_lidbKExTyAmRmAcFJ_YYDQF_L-ELQ-eD6wklACFR4XpLWvkr3YBz79yl81VGD1MDsZIftQCIVsYo4_d1j0bZQLyvwkEp2Ci84lWxHObMS/s4032/IMG_9535.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzJop6UHFi2JNQv3XP_eu0LjKyLgWfU0ALD8J0icb7S5OubE_xDaBTFbSVFx5iptTw7WO-UOftxDBvy_lidbKExTyAmRmAcFJ_YYDQF_L-ELQ-eD6wklACFR4XpLWvkr3YBz79yl81VGD1MDsZIftQCIVsYo4_d1j0bZQLyvwkEp2Ci84lWxHObMS/s320/IMG_9535.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In a Surprise Twist, This Is Not the Lower Level</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>We did not eat at California Modern. We did not even KNOW about California Modern. Instead, we ate on George's Ocean Terrace.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqv2CfsMNQfb-StzYNrYI_hT5nQvReQ_142sdAA6iCf9qQ2VPHs9sHDnN92BJoo3ordxC0vyYdecpcJjjn645_i1l78uJXFAHUUAk6LWmaa7-kUqHQvLZUv5xjkNeyPTuJN6YoZWmypJ55ZmACgrDX3R1ADkpzqsFFdpx2ue4M6OKWYYNFSp0fh7J/s4032/IMG_9561.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqv2CfsMNQfb-StzYNrYI_hT5nQvReQ_142sdAA6iCf9qQ2VPHs9sHDnN92BJoo3ordxC0vyYdecpcJjjn645_i1l78uJXFAHUUAk6LWmaa7-kUqHQvLZUv5xjkNeyPTuJN6YoZWmypJ55ZmACgrDX3R1ADkpzqsFFdpx2ue4M6OKWYYNFSp0fh7J/s320/IMG_9561.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bet You Can't See the Seals from the Basement!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Now
at this elusive California Modern restaurant, they apparently serve
something called "Reinvented Fish Tacos," which is presumably why they were featured by <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Aaron%20Sanchez">Aaron Sanchez</a> on the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Reinvented%20Classics">REINVENTED CLASSICS</a> episode of the program. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECcpKrks3nJ9JgMaQ4S-VQGSQM8-LKS9MR4eL2l_bZ3rL_5c-fs1rUrBr30OouCzHGHVBpyokTHpKMN8zTK6L-wGldZ6G_3rhuUA2ELtQDuugqSvHLc4R2bQHQEI_MFjNS9A0J95m8pjBSdytfOeWYiX4u9gA_Qnr4onPtCU3KOskA7buLMxKa40r/s4032/IMG_9554.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiECcpKrks3nJ9JgMaQ4S-VQGSQM8-LKS9MR4eL2l_bZ3rL_5c-fs1rUrBr30OouCzHGHVBpyokTHpKMN8zTK6L-wGldZ6G_3rhuUA2ELtQDuugqSvHLc4R2bQHQEI_MFjNS9A0J95m8pjBSdytfOeWYiX4u9gA_Qnr4onPtCU3KOskA7buLMxKa40r/s320/IMG_9554.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Using Our Brains Left and Right Here in San Diego</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>On the Ocean Terrace, they serve plain old fish tacos, which is what Vodka and Vesper ordered.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3j89isBeeKCaYpj3SxBwRj90Bp8FhJ5omezyqYnVBfZLu07TbIGA3IDLUzedGVmYre3jOk40WqHEN-lNUvTwafp4X3Gkr3f3E2mRoCreaJTLB15NOWOezM-m1D4vmEwdmmCKr61IIFRWUXy4LsCTuQ7gQU1vm5Eahw-d8jhE-Z4Lk4Oz431GPHSIH/s4032/IMG_9556.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3j89isBeeKCaYpj3SxBwRj90Bp8FhJ5omezyqYnVBfZLu07TbIGA3IDLUzedGVmYre3jOk40WqHEN-lNUvTwafp4X3Gkr3f3E2mRoCreaJTLB15NOWOezM-m1D4vmEwdmmCKr61IIFRWUXy4LsCTuQ7gQU1vm5Eahw-d8jhE-Z4Lk4Oz431GPHSIH/s320/IMG_9556.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welp</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Now,
in our defense, California Modern is apparently temporarily closed. And
in our additional defense, who would travel all the way to the La Jolla
Cove and then sit in a basement, when the rooftop patio is there
beckoning you, begging you to enjoy its scenic overlooks?</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcr98Ficgzb0dFtU3PomjgASsJElATIJ0SmTq_kMHu04RLlOk8D8jzNP3lJpTykeHu89m5ceWH3oij2hXf9L3H0Tev1BzuRrINoA6_3Ao92BKN9Fv9O24U9CVPgF6b5yRpAxZoVKb3hhgCAtvjj6WQCdynbbBZf31gQm4ir0GF1ItByAoRyMx9RIf/s4032/IMG_7689.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcr98Ficgzb0dFtU3PomjgASsJElATIJ0SmTq_kMHu04RLlOk8D8jzNP3lJpTykeHu89m5ceWH3oij2hXf9L3H0Tev1BzuRrINoA6_3Ao92BKN9Fv9O24U9CVPgF6b5yRpAxZoVKb3hhgCAtvjj6WQCdynbbBZf31gQm4ir0GF1ItByAoRyMx9RIf/s320/IMG_7689.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Take a Little Time to Enjoy the View</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>All that to say, we adored George's at the Cove, if that is in fact where we were eating.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpJyaJWreRntAoqLn8rig-gPpCSPmjDka60FM-XKPNeUMqIBDveXvhcsVliIADCgL9O14z-sJjzDhhFAhLvmTDKfUT_oBo5jX1j2zX3-EwQMTTHt_Nc3Y19lRV2SqVulwWrW-Ra_tgdwlqCVQ6IVsYMvWdvgj3RTjIz2R_BNP0El4dTGNix5R49an/s4032/IMG_9575.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpJyaJWreRntAoqLn8rig-gPpCSPmjDka60FM-XKPNeUMqIBDveXvhcsVliIADCgL9O14z-sJjzDhhFAhLvmTDKfUT_oBo5jX1j2zX3-EwQMTTHt_Nc3Y19lRV2SqVulwWrW-Ra_tgdwlqCVQ6IVsYMvWdvgj3RTjIz2R_BNP0El4dTGNix5R49an/s320/IMG_9575.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Packed Cove</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Upon
being seated at what other envious diners referred to as "the best
table in the house," our exceedingly pleasant waiter welcomed us and
apologized for the snafu on our reservation.</div><div><br /></div><div>To which he received a completely blank stare from Vodka.</div><div><br /></div><div>"We
had to switch the day of your reservation...?" he prompts, and it
finally dawns on Vodka that when she made the lunch plans over a month
ago, they had initially been for the day before. Only George's was
closed the day before for a private event, and it was a tech glitch
that allowed Vodka to book on the blacked-out day.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMpPYsaZqtzEmUDXsGkJsggqCYI_bKqTiV_qCtpZJubGOUQCmBunNNUMk0sCc9j_NfU_M9PcJen7cgvZfoQrFAahA9_VXcj-DNfrxin7aLxwR4cWLUz4vHwyBB-61JwsXB_LFZ1Uga7lmUIbMNpZfbkHB0gnntNfRuuuTE5Dl91qsbhGntupMpAw6/s4032/IMG_7688.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMpPYsaZqtzEmUDXsGkJsggqCYI_bKqTiV_qCtpZJubGOUQCmBunNNUMk0sCc9j_NfU_M9PcJen7cgvZfoQrFAahA9_VXcj-DNfrxin7aLxwR4cWLUz4vHwyBB-61JwsXB_LFZ1Uga7lmUIbMNpZfbkHB0gnntNfRuuuTE5Dl91qsbhGntupMpAw6/s320/IMG_7688.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of Blacked-Out Days</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>All
to say, this snafu did not cause much heartache, or even so much as a
tangible memory, on Vodka's part, which is why the fact that George's
decided to compensate the issue with complimentary flutes of champagne was all the more lovely.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8y1qWV7tlNiPy0w0Mte7pspSDmexp5_WUFksdUE4vpXyefWo4GNB8k1PxxpESr0-pkbvybSRVUcOB760OTO31sXbMVNIkbZEsPMRDx76xDzRxuRmfZ3b3fmYHxpkiBMpvNlLhuB9PNG3Z0b0PuQl26V5TON5Q9EDvBs7KTk-nnvBgERbiy3lzuqu/s4032/IMG_9537.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo8y1qWV7tlNiPy0w0Mte7pspSDmexp5_WUFksdUE4vpXyefWo4GNB8k1PxxpESr0-pkbvybSRVUcOB760OTO31sXbMVNIkbZEsPMRDx76xDzRxuRmfZ3b3fmYHxpkiBMpvNlLhuB9PNG3Z0b0PuQl26V5TON5Q9EDvBs7KTk-nnvBgERbiy3lzuqu/s320/IMG_9537.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Raise a Toast to Extraordinary Customer Service</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Since Vodka does not drink
bubbles, she pawns her glass off on <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2022/08/off-map-san-diegos-most-disjointed.html">Vesper</a> and opts for her go-to Grey
Goose martini, along with a tuna crudo appetizer to share. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4oFzwf0yFtskCU6DyVvnndFBcfWju8G04Mrzyethl45vl6_4AlotHBJbc5EBLDKhSS4k3FB2FO6gM0UHh_d4orOzcDlHUL7ereVxzBOrXXAU47fOgi86JVtVJjmlD5-Ii5oIOgix6r01FNIVr2I13LM2qDHxPxOjsioH-eRfX6ckdEhEWxrlXtXG/s4032/IMG_9548.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4oFzwf0yFtskCU6DyVvnndFBcfWju8G04Mrzyethl45vl6_4AlotHBJbc5EBLDKhSS4k3FB2FO6gM0UHh_d4orOzcDlHUL7ereVxzBOrXXAU47fOgi86JVtVJjmlD5-Ii5oIOgix6r01FNIVr2I13LM2qDHxPxOjsioH-eRfX6ckdEhEWxrlXtXG/s320/IMG_9548.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Rose-Colored Beauty</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The fish
dish, featuring tuna with watermelon, jalapeno ponzu, and basil, is so
good - fresh and chilled and surprisingly delightful - that Vesper asks
for the menu again so she can copy down the ingredients and attempt to
recreate it at home (note: this will never happen).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Eg8aqVp7c29RUg8k6uw3KWNM2_tqLTxobEE4GkEQgVDxq00hWqzgIDkHnggHFZN9FvV6Z6ZXBDT0SH-ELG8g1cNpQYlZFa1FgbSw87E84subxj7ZJ3c73c8q9Z9xCYDbUwUS3MvNM6ZGGxo9vTG7XOidhOTc9zfj9USm2ZGzxU9XeOCj8SAnOOFD/s4032/IMG_9551.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Eg8aqVp7c29RUg8k6uw3KWNM2_tqLTxobEE4GkEQgVDxq00hWqzgIDkHnggHFZN9FvV6Z6ZXBDT0SH-ELG8g1cNpQYlZFa1FgbSw87E84subxj7ZJ3c73c8q9Z9xCYDbUwUS3MvNM6ZGGxo9vTG7XOidhOTc9zfj9USm2ZGzxU9XeOCj8SAnOOFD/s320/IMG_9551.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One Perfect Bite</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>For
our entrees, Vesper gets the designated fish tacos, and Vodka the sweet
corn cacio (mostly because it's been a full two days since she's
twirled pasta onto a fork and she is beginning to go into withdrawal). </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWpduWELo583oUzv56PaJt2WN5RuoGIOy2pa1tSqZkG7rnYGxf8So6DewcgxmhRuVeFpOWmOnFmvCk1Cm5tnUlX2V5kcbmyGuFMrP2-VG1Eh-sVIr1ahzHYfl7aodR2sWifFC6KGsrucKNVcqkx1ImMBSbmb_RTHN0NKhCaqB9RJX_775ZdG2vBBk/s4032/IMG_9558.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWpduWELo583oUzv56PaJt2WN5RuoGIOy2pa1tSqZkG7rnYGxf8So6DewcgxmhRuVeFpOWmOnFmvCk1Cm5tnUlX2V5kcbmyGuFMrP2-VG1Eh-sVIr1ahzHYfl7aodR2sWifFC6KGsrucKNVcqkx1ImMBSbmb_RTHN0NKhCaqB9RJX_775ZdG2vBBk/s320/IMG_9558.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Pasta a Day Keeps the Proteins Away</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The fish tacos are relatively pleasing - not the best fish tacos Vodka
has ever tasted, which may be why they were NOT actually featured on
<i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFK9VETFRKw8XcBaoql2wvWhnbZ8jgxpBOoKeA2rBU2Ba3JmgyGTzgBmDdHGhGvDHYK1PyT-fwqvaPxwHkjUq5aIVBVj86VDk_BGTmArj4MooikDU71NmpMfp7VCAElzK6sM3Wo9lo8jx4Tyow4IMVDNPlt7VRwCrDOI81wvXTbl6XxHFZepSzy6T/s4032/IMG_9559.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFK9VETFRKw8XcBaoql2wvWhnbZ8jgxpBOoKeA2rBU2Ba3JmgyGTzgBmDdHGhGvDHYK1PyT-fwqvaPxwHkjUq5aIVBVj86VDk_BGTmArj4MooikDU71NmpMfp7VCAElzK6sM3Wo9lo8jx4Tyow4IMVDNPlt7VRwCrDOI81wvXTbl6XxHFZepSzy6T/s320/IMG_9559.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also Could've Used More Chips</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The cacio is similarly decent, though nothing
extraordinary (and actually a bit too sweet for Vodka's tastes, though
this is her fault for ordering a dish that literally has "sweet" in the
title).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEM3ZMPVEkJp10tyN8O9eSLxn8vpCBoaAflT2dhiGBGHaC0ar31qc077Ws4-wv7aEwBN2Wd9Cy37HWLtPRGfSH-OCGB3a9UA2XhYYgxzdeo3033GVkCHqNQ1g_o4hjt8iuNf93CWYmbS8y73boO6yvNyEFTcYijMYKwskLUnylii40UujPxixJ5tE/s4032/IMG_9557.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvEM3ZMPVEkJp10tyN8O9eSLxn8vpCBoaAflT2dhiGBGHaC0ar31qc077Ws4-wv7aEwBN2Wd9Cy37HWLtPRGfSH-OCGB3a9UA2XhYYgxzdeo3033GVkCHqNQ1g_o4hjt8iuNf93CWYmbS8y73boO6yvNyEFTcYijMYKwskLUnylii40UujPxixJ5tE/s320/IMG_9557.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thankfully, By This Point We Were Also Tipsy, So We Still Licked Our Platters Clean</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The creme brulee that we order for
dessert heads back into the same extraordinary territory as the tuna
crudo - a ramekin of perfection with an accompanying delectable cookie.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDO4MbU5Yp59dcE2XxSxuBksu7p7IuMWqLwLu1CFf1YDaXvH--4BsCVZLL-JohlAuZ43VgcSRlkNGsthc0JHJRwLBf_Jd5I53x1W6vv2Y34qK3pY-epFf1hWNHIBSUkzR2xyT5gwk3ih31JqeLcxvzFY-YBh2FmoxCstVb0oi4MYCdevkolrLem72g/s4032/IMG_9562.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDO4MbU5Yp59dcE2XxSxuBksu7p7IuMWqLwLu1CFf1YDaXvH--4BsCVZLL-JohlAuZ43VgcSRlkNGsthc0JHJRwLBf_Jd5I53x1W6vv2Y34qK3pY-epFf1hWNHIBSUkzR2xyT5gwk3ih31JqeLcxvzFY-YBh2FmoxCstVb0oi4MYCdevkolrLem72g/s320/IMG_9562.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now This Is a 5-Star Moment</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>And
while George's had some decided "hits" on its menu (namely from the
appetizer and dessert portions), the real appeal here is the
location, which is nothing short of spectacular. In fact, we could have
lazed away the entire rest of the day on that roof had we allowed
ourselves to. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzDr81OKW2wkKQn1hQVCgi6v4UAvuiHrpsVQBOH1nwaMpOOnuHnE-_J5S4OJjMR8G_tD6gavvB1VKaoCN4dkxBTsFlMmvzcE8NGkwagoRaLFXGyuBk1lfKbLJx8p24x_q-O7fQMpW069Jee-G_9wE_TGc_XTb04umBPJCyVqHroRd3Xi0vK6ly2q3/s4032/IMG_9560.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJzDr81OKW2wkKQn1hQVCgi6v4UAvuiHrpsVQBOH1nwaMpOOnuHnE-_J5S4OJjMR8G_tD6gavvB1VKaoCN4dkxBTsFlMmvzcE8NGkwagoRaLFXGyuBk1lfKbLJx8p24x_q-O7fQMpW069Jee-G_9wE_TGc_XTb04umBPJCyVqHroRd3Xi0vK6ly2q3/s320/IMG_9560.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George's Showing Off What Makes San Diego So Appealing</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Instead, after a respectable three drinks each, we made
our way off the patio, past the darkened basement of California Modern,
and out into the La Jolla Cove itself, leaving <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/San%20Diego%20CA">San Diego</a> with the most
marvelous of a moment.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>George's at the Cove's Fish Tacos: 4 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-54185579189383728292022-08-25T17:15:00.001-04:002022-08-25T17:16:08.291-04:00Off the Map: San Diego Takes Manhattan<p><i> Smashing Pumpkin Martini - The Grant Grill, San Diego, CA</i></p><div><a href="https://www.grantgrill.com/">The Grant Grill</a></div><div><br /></div><div>It
bears <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2016/04/off-map-elvis-has-left-building.html">repeating once again</a> - if you are a restaurant, and you have an
item featured on a NATIONAL TELEVISION PROGRAM, even if it is only known
at the time as a seasonal offering, please, for everything that is good
and scrumptious, add it to your menu full-time!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1JU1ZWzxBF74Hjzjhke3N3Ii3whlCXeavbgb1YdnKt2XaEuVO8_jhCaFluzPPgsXoIt21F8K-8jR0VAnxOhiLD1fQnt2rB2H-HDswbphlUpgYPJu4yKSevX3bi3VBMlDRP4df02KOOxGdKK3Uqnr0TVPy-7lNDVb2lUte9BTfvIYNp1Y0KVwuPvF/s4032/IMG_9428.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC1JU1ZWzxBF74Hjzjhke3N3Ii3whlCXeavbgb1YdnKt2XaEuVO8_jhCaFluzPPgsXoIt21F8K-8jR0VAnxOhiLD1fQnt2rB2H-HDswbphlUpgYPJu4yKSevX3bi3VBMlDRP4df02KOOxGdKK3Uqnr0TVPy-7lNDVb2lUte9BTfvIYNp1Y0KVwuPvF/s320/IMG_9428.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Take a Cue from These Bar Snacks and Be Featured ALL YEAR LONG<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>Hence
is the quandary that faces Vodka and her friend <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2022/08/off-map-san-diegos-most-disjointed.html">Vesper</a> upon entering The Grant Grill in <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/San%20Diego%20CA">San Diego, CA</a>. Well, quandary number one is we can't
figure out how to break into the joint, as all of the hotel's doors
appear to be locked, and there are no doormen around to open them (in
fact, upon waiting for our Uber to leave, we let in no less than three (alleged) new guests arriving at the hotel, who would have no way of
making it to the front desk without our assistance? The whole policy
seems illogical at best).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41WB90Id_-MeRvywQX5QIpi2yo7AGDPZJrZ7W4wwQLVq84GwQw7p6HqOtPt1ocexuoiLvAgRtFq9o0a0ubzRuAgGOZaBupL9aOvDUCaNEYpkLlWjgbOhfrdpAp1FY8sPN2RxB7WEWCQ4YhmubI3u7of9bawEC5s46wK6iqDOhTH5nrZiQR3yGxjjX/s4032/IMG_9438.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41WB90Id_-MeRvywQX5QIpi2yo7AGDPZJrZ7W4wwQLVq84GwQw7p6HqOtPt1ocexuoiLvAgRtFq9o0a0ubzRuAgGOZaBupL9aOvDUCaNEYpkLlWjgbOhfrdpAp1FY8sPN2RxB7WEWCQ4YhmubI3u7of9bawEC5s46wK6iqDOhTH5nrZiQR3yGxjjX/s320/IMG_9438.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Grant Hotel Was Clearly the Inspiration for the Hotel California</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Back to the situation
at hand, The Grant Grill was featured by <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Troy%20Johnson">Troy Johnson</a> on the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/That%20I%27m%20Thankful%20For">THAT I'M THANKFUL FOR</a> episode
of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> for its smashing pumpkin martini. Being that
it's August, and not Thanksgiving, the drink is not currently being
offered. However, being that Vodka and Vesper never met a martini bar
they didn't want to saddle up to, we plow ahead with drinking here
anyway.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluYz-nECY0y4Hr6dNg7h8NExZAGgjomuIJgTGB8wBJfjyBjERYOn6XNiP6EDKLemAeBxXZvlZHOMf5FmTH_M15U1uUCBBpEPgyxUFZzJ6NAVsbV0atHw0w0koUA-aes0r_Nh18PwhqMcS2RdZET9lWCe3fg5xt2BOnM99q7NYzSgEzUoKmX2c_-2z/s4032/IMG_9429.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluYz-nECY0y4Hr6dNg7h8NExZAGgjomuIJgTGB8wBJfjyBjERYOn6XNiP6EDKLemAeBxXZvlZHOMf5FmTH_M15U1uUCBBpEPgyxUFZzJ6NAVsbV0atHw0w0koUA-aes0r_Nh18PwhqMcS2RdZET9lWCe3fg5xt2BOnM99q7NYzSgEzUoKmX2c_-2z/s320/IMG_9429.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also We Needed a Place with Air Conditioning Because of San Diego's Unrelenting SUN</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>In place of the pumpkin martini, Vesper
opts for the Old Fashioned, and Vodka for the Manhattan, because these
are the two cocktails currently being advertised in the Grant Grill menu
as the seasonal house specialties (something about brewing their own
bourbon or Manhattan mix or something - Vodka was too annoyed by the
lack of pumpkin to focus on details).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16q1d6kroKQxVV3ZDFiWzL1dhiFkjhor96IB_SYQOUgvgUW-VgagKnYxr1QtuV362J-nb3v5onMyqqsRoR9O2T6bnwIKk5cyxT2TpoQZF3BbXBUhHC5AUleaRfIa9TwppvEKPv2ptwUZABG02IfwvLf7g33gOca_3jMPW6XN3wELL0BoMl72hoqC-/s4032/IMG_9431.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16q1d6kroKQxVV3ZDFiWzL1dhiFkjhor96IB_SYQOUgvgUW-VgagKnYxr1QtuV362J-nb3v5onMyqqsRoR9O2T6bnwIKk5cyxT2TpoQZF3BbXBUhHC5AUleaRfIa9TwppvEKPv2ptwUZABG02IfwvLf7g33gOca_3jMPW6XN3wELL0BoMl72hoqC-/s320/IMG_9431.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here, Read It For Yourself</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Now on
the one hand, the ambiance of the Grant Grill can't be beat (that is,
once you can figure out how to break into the joint). It's quiet and
serene and beautiful in its decor - even when sullied by the image of a
PDA-heavy couple distorting the vibe by continuously mauling each other
smackdab in the middle of the bar.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm74BYJxXvYgPEDaz1bO7xdzvs-rPxcHXL0Fi2vN-RkJhqRZkw5mDP4KdHfm1wm4YcsyahMkO7cd2RrZtTuzFEvKQeCWkZvGK9dUxydgHiOzyOWU1-db7Q3OHG0o-ESGnSBcw3GsIV8_NGXBNd5fnActjqkEdL66ZvFeFu4oKAk9mpjDDZQsmAHkcP/s4032/IMG_9430.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm74BYJxXvYgPEDaz1bO7xdzvs-rPxcHXL0Fi2vN-RkJhqRZkw5mDP4KdHfm1wm4YcsyahMkO7cd2RrZtTuzFEvKQeCWkZvGK9dUxydgHiOzyOWU1-db7Q3OHG0o-ESGnSBcw3GsIV8_NGXBNd5fnActjqkEdL66ZvFeFu4oKAk9mpjDDZQsmAHkcP/s320/IMG_9430.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Odd Photo Angle Due to the Love Birds Taking Up Most of the Bar's Real Estate</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The
cocktails, however, which are what the bar is known for, are not
nearly as pleasing. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoiL41HDi0GgDL-rp74UowYMQsolKJjPdw8znaANJeTlfpY-1CD_pzLxvzFRCmaKDT_8Q4Pf1s4EGo6moOXgOzyiidbc9w6zoOm0b8sdwJf8LhvJXXnKndvXvecOFMAmfFSVxI0eO1WkFXVxbnjPs7Yfrdb817hmy-oM14cnDcz5vB6JUf0eW4poa/s4032/IMG_9433.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmoiL41HDi0GgDL-rp74UowYMQsolKJjPdw8znaANJeTlfpY-1CD_pzLxvzFRCmaKDT_8Q4Pf1s4EGo6moOXgOzyiidbc9w6zoOm0b8sdwJf8LhvJXXnKndvXvecOFMAmfFSVxI0eO1WkFXVxbnjPs7Yfrdb817hmy-oM14cnDcz5vB6JUf0eW4poa/s320/IMG_9433.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Contrary to What Your Eyes Are Telling You, This Is Not Iced Apple Juice</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>While Vesper sucks down her Old Fashioned without a
problem, Vodka is less taken by her Manhattan, which is not one of the
best she's tasted, and may be closer to one of the worst (it just...
doesn't seem to have much flavor - or liquor-based potency - at all?).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CWu1J_fLKEVrrIC3vXeuFUtDg3FKUMwJcCXbwjUuOHLv0s0UqVUN0AF1VS49xpY24Y8V91m9ARqwWpQJGUmSZ13zAEYUtiC9xQoLnRTRVF3v0YjcemH3GfESsKykDkEPWxeczn8QMzPw9Kq4zFmqrgSyLnpTb4co-QPHX7oZbEQm2uV_43jQR51c/s4032/IMG_9432.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CWu1J_fLKEVrrIC3vXeuFUtDg3FKUMwJcCXbwjUuOHLv0s0UqVUN0AF1VS49xpY24Y8V91m9ARqwWpQJGUmSZ13zAEYUtiC9xQoLnRTRVF3v0YjcemH3GfESsKykDkEPWxeczn8QMzPw9Kq4zFmqrgSyLnpTb4co-QPHX7oZbEQm2uV_43jQR51c/s320/IMG_9432.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the Color Is... Odd?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Our
waitress eventually talks us into ordering a side of warm,
fresh-out-of-the-oven (how they were marketed) chocolate chip cookies,
which unfortunately come with an accompanying smattering of berries. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgif3BLPBhqo6EB66kl04hLannN_NYWPHxDQOv2JWNpuj1LF9NWEHvhxi6nCyhYy0sxor4XC9Z8jJyjaTjZ2fszhtZUxse-F1qo4KgiiFWyae6_-eoIZOg_1iyNg8GxCZnnLnHSAHWu0ZnIJSIctU6b44BojI0lhP1yDK2H-8JI6RTV6CaCDLTj-625/s4032/IMG_9437.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgif3BLPBhqo6EB66kl04hLannN_NYWPHxDQOv2JWNpuj1LF9NWEHvhxi6nCyhYy0sxor4XC9Z8jJyjaTjZ2fszhtZUxse-F1qo4KgiiFWyae6_-eoIZOg_1iyNg8GxCZnnLnHSAHWu0ZnIJSIctU6b44BojI0lhP1yDK2H-8JI6RTV6CaCDLTj-625/s320/IMG_9437.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vodka Saved This One from the Fruit for Photo Shoot Purposes</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Unfortunately because, while we taste one of the cookies on site (it's
fine), we haul the to-go container back to our room, not to be broken
into again until we are on a plane back to NYC, only to find that the
entire enterprise now TASTES LIKE FRUIT.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaQ8vj9VNCQgXi655vDInk9M-eN91zAeAA8LqXfGPePhR9pLb9nXf0VDEmmrjIuiHS0nb1WPeITGfpnjtbG1ojJsDtTJ-6acsyZ2al7Er3jo-X11SeJ6_mJUF3lB_809Hibom_x77fjjCwQ8gRDg_PQSVAZt6r1eLpQuH6LPHqQSUJ2Mc2wPaNidI/s4032/IMG_9435.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEaQ8vj9VNCQgXi655vDInk9M-eN91zAeAA8LqXfGPePhR9pLb9nXf0VDEmmrjIuiHS0nb1WPeITGfpnjtbG1ojJsDtTJ-6acsyZ2al7Er3jo-X11SeJ6_mJUF3lB_809Hibom_x77fjjCwQ8gRDg_PQSVAZt6r1eLpQuH6LPHqQSUJ2Mc2wPaNidI/s320/IMG_9435.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Which Is At Least More Flavor Than Vodka's Manhattan Had</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Does Grant Grill
deserve another chance in the future when they deign to add the smashing
pumpkin martini back to the menu? Yes. But in the meantime, survey says
there's only one place where Manhattans are universally "seasonal," and
that is in Manhattan alone.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>The Grant Grill's Smashing Pumpkin Martini: 3 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-57383777251441643262022-08-24T21:04:00.001-04:002022-08-24T21:04:08.781-04:00 Off the Map: With a Side of French Toast, Please<p><i>Peanut Butter and Banana Stuffed French Toast - Cafe 222, San Diego, CA</i></p><p><a href="https://cafe222.com/">Cafe 222</a></p><div><br /></div><div>After
a <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2022/08/off-map-san-diegos-most-disjointed.html">bumpy start</a> involving an odd restaurant, a rogue oyster, and entirely
too much sun, Vodka and her friend, Vesper, start day 2 of their <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/San%20Diego%20CA">San Diego</a> jaunt at <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Bobby%20Flay">Bobby Flay</a>'s favorite place for a <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Wake%20Up%20Call">WAKE UP CALL</a>, Cafe 222,
home of the peanut butter and banana stuffed French toast.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqe95BLwYMmK7OHLuv_IzJgaoqZc1C50EpjWBpwWtyvZ6dIcQAoOhqHaUWgcZTPHK_3kmNzOhztcK67_cRIcvGtgayGTNirX2rdu8K6vhhK_VmIKpGsi_koxOtSIE4MqyjrEY01IGET5GN2zRLu4SQOQMl0C0AuVhQ3lxi_9fwgP_S6M0KNNUWbDo/s4032/IMG_9390.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqe95BLwYMmK7OHLuv_IzJgaoqZc1C50EpjWBpwWtyvZ6dIcQAoOhqHaUWgcZTPHK_3kmNzOhztcK67_cRIcvGtgayGTNirX2rdu8K6vhhK_VmIKpGsi_koxOtSIE4MqyjrEY01IGET5GN2zRLu4SQOQMl0C0AuVhQ3lxi_9fwgP_S6M0KNNUWbDo/s320/IMG_9390.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elvis Could Never!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>We
arrive approximately 90 seconds after the restaurant opens, because you
can ship <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20York%20NY">New Yorkers</a> to <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/California">California</a>, but you can't make them believe
that they'll have to wait in line if they are not the first on the scene
when the doors open.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXpdl9__zXeQNbwq4mYUg7GiU5eor_NV2XnDHFKg_McZNsRofzZ_LB330UN31fhA-_fFV7kZiYq-40Yd_fwKGmat1lis_NBBpi_EV6YRfcsBYl8bWug83GI70VXAN_SbtoQuGNV0ukzGLFc7JWBxT9XdJeYEX4DktCkArYYtrhNnOp7oil2m6r4T3/s4032/IMG_9384.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXpdl9__zXeQNbwq4mYUg7GiU5eor_NV2XnDHFKg_McZNsRofzZ_LB330UN31fhA-_fFV7kZiYq-40Yd_fwKGmat1lis_NBBpi_EV6YRfcsBYl8bWug83GI70VXAN_SbtoQuGNV0ukzGLFc7JWBxT9XdJeYEX4DktCkArYYtrhNnOp7oil2m6r4T3/s320/IMG_9384.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Early Bird Gets the French Toast</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Thankfully, only two
parties have beaten us to our "late arrival," and we are seated inside
the miniscule dining room. While the number of outdoor tables and chairs
are deceptively robust, the same cannot be said for the innards of Cafe
222, which feature approximately six tables total.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwTm2mmEyLOuNIfpCnMFOt1fXLSDjfTCdlvE_vPtsmj2PSF7h9AizHantRTwsyn-fe7u5fnpwzvezOPDzI_XdYf0rT9t-2-QWnuQ3B4W3gpxWaJJhX0XupuAnart8k30CR5VVCnzQEQP7kz6hwFysKPjB3jPcTIGqq1Pu34bxWbHSZkywUWPbZZwep/s4032/IMG_9387.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwTm2mmEyLOuNIfpCnMFOt1fXLSDjfTCdlvE_vPtsmj2PSF7h9AizHantRTwsyn-fe7u5fnpwzvezOPDzI_XdYf0rT9t-2-QWnuQ3B4W3gpxWaJJhX0XupuAnart8k30CR5VVCnzQEQP7kz6hwFysKPjB3jPcTIGqq1Pu34bxWbHSZkywUWPbZZwep/s320/IMG_9387.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Also This Dainty Chandelier</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Undeterred
by the small surface area on which we have to work (read: eat), and
after sheepishly inquiring if it's possible to get a "half order" of the
chosen French toast, we choose the breakfast burrito (Vodka), the two by
two by two (Vesper, holding her own with two eggs, two pancakes, and
two slices of turkey bacon), and a "side of French toast to share."</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfQSWgw02NfGr9Gqxl2OhlpDPWLSX5ZkQecAPQi9vdyQ5u-U1p23ONi7J2WygqgFwAhtUbL-kWHmekIKz8v6njLy29lx3Dbl_QW_8QSc8Tq2a0fmuMVeFCSX0fg1ODTQS6ZNd9hglBmq2Hpi-1Xw-0-8IxgEUurVaEi-_bga_uq7Enal-2J8wUqr9/s4032/IMG_9395.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfQSWgw02NfGr9Gqxl2OhlpDPWLSX5ZkQecAPQi9vdyQ5u-U1p23ONi7J2WygqgFwAhtUbL-kWHmekIKz8v6njLy29lx3Dbl_QW_8QSc8Tq2a0fmuMVeFCSX0fg1ODTQS6ZNd9hglBmq2Hpi-1Xw-0-8IxgEUurVaEi-_bga_uq7Enal-2J8wUqr9/s320/IMG_9395.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Needless to Say, We're Not Here to Work on Our Beach Bodies</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>After
a smirk from our very genial waiter, which should have given us a clue
as to what we were in for, our meal, if we can even call it that, soon
arrives.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYirPA8KqQ7CHCv2i3Nv9lxjsFadeWav0IChqE_bJ3fd_8TdwHXDsEd8LdUYQTRfLRgoNNY_39DNkAGYfsZj-bxB23imOWWLfiEfG0n0rF4pZ_R9W09l9D4tB3outmK-qtFE4DscUEa_ARe6LEe_xidpYa-K0LC0l7gT4wn0nwJ8CzCo4cVHJOnExF/s4032/IMG_9389.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYirPA8KqQ7CHCv2i3Nv9lxjsFadeWav0IChqE_bJ3fd_8TdwHXDsEd8LdUYQTRfLRgoNNY_39DNkAGYfsZj-bxB23imOWWLfiEfG0n0rF4pZ_R9W09l9D4tB3outmK-qtFE4DscUEa_ARe6LEe_xidpYa-K0LC0l7gT4wn0nwJ8CzCo4cVHJOnExF/s320/IMG_9389.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vodka, Saving Calories by Drinking Her Coffee Black</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Only it's not so much a "meal" as a
"buffet," more in line with what is offered at the finest Vegas
breakfast establishments than at a small corner cafe.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSVpEGxE9aoBG6JBGUNlnx6RPZe95YvqW12xFIUVQcj7hYfM74VCz7Ud6XPyWWbsoHvbkBXxI_vtH3zhGuQ_R855ENJ3w7MDt0HpGUZyAj0TnAnEJ04505CnygJPihZ7muZ9SjLwb0EyAdGcy0A04Skt58-EbChhT3IhH0AE2Z-rF30GIRgA0qxkV/s4032/IMG_9386.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSVpEGxE9aoBG6JBGUNlnx6RPZe95YvqW12xFIUVQcj7hYfM74VCz7Ud6XPyWWbsoHvbkBXxI_vtH3zhGuQ_R855ENJ3w7MDt0HpGUZyAj0TnAnEJ04505CnygJPihZ7muZ9SjLwb0EyAdGcy0A04Skt58-EbChhT3IhH0AE2Z-rF30GIRgA0qxkV/s320/IMG_9386.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not the Type of Bar We're Used To</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>First
things first, the French toast - which neither of us would commit to as
a full meal because a) a girl needs ample protein in the morning, and
the peanut butter wasn't going to cut it, and b) we don't particularly
care for French toast - is, in a word, divine. It may very well be the
best French toast Vodka has ever tasted, and again, not just because she
doesn't generally order such things.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaOaUm57ux_1AJ1EoqcHGyH5Xb_uu_Z0lkt38q5lBkebLUQEuleetzWV1U2Mn1W-VJgiLLAxJWlEAyZHlDHEIBe-joAw79NoWPmJiCuzCiLee2xFi13ofOzyv2e3AQYkg1wn2qtVxXLlHHG5_VoYizvIkXjiUw3u-CAeqWPcap6Lb9dUbcfWPWaTO/s4032/IMG_9391.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaOaUm57ux_1AJ1EoqcHGyH5Xb_uu_Z0lkt38q5lBkebLUQEuleetzWV1U2Mn1W-VJgiLLAxJWlEAyZHlDHEIBe-joAw79NoWPmJiCuzCiLee2xFi13ofOzyv2e3AQYkg1wn2qtVxXLlHHG5_VoYizvIkXjiUw3u-CAeqWPcap6Lb9dUbcfWPWaTO/s320/IMG_9391.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bobby Flay, You Did Good With This One</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Crisp on
the crusts but soft in the middle, lathered with peanut butter and a
thinly-sliced layer of bananas, the French toast is addictive. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXUE5WOmVbeuYVl_kN0ElQN9yCGiLFUxITHgFruyGpjbqO8XFqtc95PhtfokJYFoJ5gz6kTTG2uPNjYo7il36bg77ozj-aBVdFL0V8LRgJDxA7edLiJj55AV3g7SJ92DjFec1X0Lm1ciNXHNobSdQ6g0IvEh9xUtC4UHQzUZ5SI9OqqcMmgMlHy4b/s4032/IMG_9392.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXUE5WOmVbeuYVl_kN0ElQN9yCGiLFUxITHgFruyGpjbqO8XFqtc95PhtfokJYFoJ5gz6kTTG2uPNjYo7il36bg77ozj-aBVdFL0V8LRgJDxA7edLiJj55AV3g7SJ92DjFec1X0Lm1ciNXHNobSdQ6g0IvEh9xUtC4UHQzUZ5SI9OqqcMmgMlHy4b/s320/IMG_9392.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stuffed to the Gills</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>We coat
it with the provided perfectly-spreadable butter and dip it into an
ample amount of maple syrup, and it serves as a sort of palate cleanser
in between bites of our "real" breakfasts.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAnfLDUvUleLachY9Ry1P5-XYDVvUcypPr838PtywMxj-xjm7jDLLjleP5ATvJDlcEfTKG9VLGkBhazhG5281zCerkvv6q7fLTlg6bUPZP2kiStUpR5j6qoUGFbbzcT_LR3PJi_ZGX1OS33O92sJ05bK_GeNDnBKFrpP2eGzKAqQyJAaql3TXJO-1/s4032/IMG_9398.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAnfLDUvUleLachY9Ry1P5-XYDVvUcypPr838PtywMxj-xjm7jDLLjleP5ATvJDlcEfTKG9VLGkBhazhG5281zCerkvv6q7fLTlg6bUPZP2kiStUpR5j6qoUGFbbzcT_LR3PJi_ZGX1OS33O92sJ05bK_GeNDnBKFrpP2eGzKAqQyJAaql3TXJO-1/s320/IMG_9398.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Proper Serving of Butter</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Both
of our actual choices are similarly delectable, albeit absolutely
enormous. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfssCOECRBtFtCTxMAzW3R2v05pFyzMgbxB5bhZ9334QxnDSgD9s89UzXaBy4L5UHCoxk3Sr3vwRwDc0BqU2dNntl9cdzkk_XoIuSJBeFZkSd4s3R1o2ndqk8hXrM6q8Pd3IKP8zMxmdBHATvwjEd8QLT8m-9eIHt9XgDuprRoYtMimaTSy4SFNrO/s4032/IMG_9393.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfssCOECRBtFtCTxMAzW3R2v05pFyzMgbxB5bhZ9334QxnDSgD9s89UzXaBy4L5UHCoxk3Sr3vwRwDc0BqU2dNntl9cdzkk_XoIuSJBeFZkSd4s3R1o2ndqk8hXrM6q8Pd3IKP8zMxmdBHATvwjEd8QLT8m-9eIHt9XgDuprRoYtMimaTSy4SFNrO/s320/IMG_9393.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Burrito Suitable for Three Meals</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>After confirming that our hotel room is in
possession of a working refrigerator, Vodka suggests carting our
leftover wares back to our room, for which our waiter cheerily stocks us
with approximately seven to-go boxes for packing purposes. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGGsIPfLiF2MJkxdGEXh-rPKpDujY615Yq1dXsl8-GRln3-5dzCSlfVuCMAl4mpU47wZCubTvMBa4Srm7f5E0n9L4XY8M55DDLWYWBRoITjZwsmhfJlMGdQv0ayKdW6wC7r00MRA1F1a9pEhCYqsoKf5qIKIg5SPR7ZUY6Q3lJZJjqROS0CnQx1QY/s4032/IMG_9397.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGGsIPfLiF2MJkxdGEXh-rPKpDujY615Yq1dXsl8-GRln3-5dzCSlfVuCMAl4mpU47wZCubTvMBa4Srm7f5E0n9L4XY8M55DDLWYWBRoITjZwsmhfJlMGdQv0ayKdW6wC7r00MRA1F1a9pEhCYqsoKf5qIKIg5SPR7ZUY6Q3lJZJjqROS0CnQx1QY/s320/IMG_9397.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Bacon Is of the Turkey Variety So It's Practically Fat Free</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span><div><span style="text-align: center;">T</span>his
decision proves to be a fruitful one later this evening, when Vodka
could be found mainlining cold burrito into her mouth after an evening
where the cocktails overpopulated the dinner consumption by a margin of
three to one. Even soggy, chilled, and decidedly worse for wear, the
burrito remained delicious.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lVk3oXDoZVOMOTnMwh9G4CK7PfaafjOatPG8XqChJ_9jo8VoxQQcS00TJaLg786vNo_ApeWM71wwTsQKnGM1fe2veX6YE9zvd53pQi899opkK19gTlaQYkAexmcZQ80H_boc9Am60gNTFkeqUBJyFNXxK7arbzC7GYufdWEPy1O1LSHTR4Vazbnr/s4032/IMG_9503.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lVk3oXDoZVOMOTnMwh9G4CK7PfaafjOatPG8XqChJ_9jo8VoxQQcS00TJaLg786vNo_ApeWM71wwTsQKnGM1fe2veX6YE9zvd53pQi899opkK19gTlaQYkAexmcZQ80H_boc9Am60gNTFkeqUBJyFNXxK7arbzC7GYufdWEPy1O1LSHTR4Vazbnr/s320/IMG_9503.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leftovers Which Are More Appetizing Than They Look</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Though it tasted even better with an accompanying slab of French toast.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>Cafe 222's Peanut Butter and Banana Stuffed French Toast: 5 stars*</i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div><b><i>*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate</i></b></div></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-22718169044462114792022-08-23T17:45:00.005-04:002022-08-23T17:49:01.087-04:00Off the Map: San Diego's Most Disjointed Dining Establishment<div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Oxtail Gnocchi - Herb & Wood, San Diego, CA</i></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><a href="https://www.herbandwood.com/">Herb & Wood</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">San Diego, you are not off to a fortuitous start.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Dyoh7GTx-R053pjsS5rJA3BH5WDF9LfRzKKW8P4V8S7zJJNT3aytjFYyjTJeIk4rTneCRZ7gLfBOgFyTH-Yp1TXkgzptApm_Jmjt3xl73q3hUH2Vm5g5S0YZebc-nubFeoldB2YrA8KJXRF1N1cJC7q1qvn5Rly_7jwFhz4ZI-rFDZTF8XdJlctB/s4032/IMG_9410.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Dyoh7GTx-R053pjsS5rJA3BH5WDF9LfRzKKW8P4V8S7zJJNT3aytjFYyjTJeIk4rTneCRZ7gLfBOgFyTH-Yp1TXkgzptApm_Jmjt3xl73q3hUH2Vm5g5S0YZebc-nubFeoldB2YrA8KJXRF1N1cJC7q1qvn5Rly_7jwFhz4ZI-rFDZTF8XdJlctB/s320/IMG_9410.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First of All, the Level of SUN in This Place</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">After two and a half years of varying degrees of quarantine (a great deal of it self-imposed - an introvert needs some alone time), Vodka is finally back out on the road with her friend, Vesper (who names herself after a cocktail for which she is incapable of listing any details or ingredients, other than "they drink them in James Bond movies").</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jY0pNIarelzwEc6GCNufYixl7FbGIljzsUdYLmVvZJWm_FIT4fieXw7bugtEH86QQyE91R5bVioGCVGRlbuXUkWJAiI0Uw-G6VcWF_kcrpJ0k57ji6L5RSFcexdPulFsEJWObuKxUrgR3cn1QTCJ6BNBo-5R1MAhO3NVA5d3hILHnVEesVCB7ZB4/s4032/IMG_9361.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jY0pNIarelzwEc6GCNufYixl7FbGIljzsUdYLmVvZJWm_FIT4fieXw7bugtEH86QQyE91R5bVioGCVGRlbuXUkWJAiI0Uw-G6VcWF_kcrpJ0k57ji6L5RSFcexdPulFsEJWObuKxUrgR3cn1QTCJ6BNBo-5R1MAhO3NVA5d3hILHnVEesVCB7ZB4/s320/IMG_9361.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Photos of a Vesper Exist Since "Vesper" Never Actually Ordered One</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Vodka's inaugural plane trip takes her to <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/San%20Diego%20CA">San Diego</a> for, what else, a Bernadette Peters concert. But just about the only other thing populating her and Vesper's color-coded itinerary is a litany of dining establishments.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHvOdbJOLqKd33ksjCt7fOhGmfUqSLH7SBrnBVwHiKqyHFP-FIey4aTkcjiwJ_09rRmkTDP_ZDc-myZm7VmVdvRc98NQFAhub5PgimOPWuXwFNhLvd-fDu11Gb64lsXqnB8ijMJpFLfpYFCEL6Ns_509z1LFODYBrnS0wPVBXM4GZAhfy10Ux5wgD/s4032/IMG_9358.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHvOdbJOLqKd33ksjCt7fOhGmfUqSLH7SBrnBVwHiKqyHFP-FIey4aTkcjiwJ_09rRmkTDP_ZDc-myZm7VmVdvRc98NQFAhub5PgimOPWuXwFNhLvd-fDu11Gb64lsXqnB8ijMJpFLfpYFCEL6Ns_509z1LFODYBrnS0wPVBXM4GZAhfy10Ux5wgD/s320/IMG_9358.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vodka Only Leaves Her House to Eat, Drink, or Attend Bernadette Peters Concerts</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: left;">Immediately after disembarking their plane, they head to Puesto for tacos and margaritas (which were good) followed by Brigantine Seafood and Oyster Bar for bay views and oysters (which were less good, considering Oyster #1 nearly took out Vesper in the first hour of our trip, and the whole plate was subsequently refunded).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-Zjq_cIKwbGqYv5yGGXx-g43HJ6gF4UemJ1jXo32dCrxvO1l9fqRt3xzjX60qZyrkAL9eqQk0IheRz68qrNp37VY4Lj24Ga0lh3KYADRrc2-33M3bAAAcXpdXboaNwuSuX5lSvNcgIumnI3jUXbQ8VB0XXWzbhBb87QCYDHpWxNxa7AutYRoixXN/s4032/IMG_9374.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-Zjq_cIKwbGqYv5yGGXx-g43HJ6gF4UemJ1jXo32dCrxvO1l9fqRt3xzjX60qZyrkAL9eqQk0IheRz68qrNp37VY4Lj24Ga0lh3KYADRrc2-33M3bAAAcXpdXboaNwuSuX5lSvNcgIumnI3jUXbQ8VB0XXWzbhBb87QCYDHpWxNxa7AutYRoixXN/s320/IMG_9374.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By the Grace of the Travel Gods, Vesper Somehow Did Not Spend Her Whole Trip Here</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">For "dinner" (if such a "continuum of eating" can have actual meals attached) that night, Vodka and Vesper head to Herb & Wood in the city's Little Italy neighborhood, home of <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Beau%20MacMillan">Beau MacMillan</a>'s favorite oxtail gnocchi from the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Special%20Occasion">SPECIAL OCCASION</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19QVaFTl03ZMGjcStv5XqoxiUEbw-aqpKWFSmo91r_2tqhSRUf3D1TbpAw2hc4x5S1nBCMNSojHtyrbOn8izyvbajpeMz3GUuaqY4CdFhPtjjnHduGjeEbwHpYm5XVBOh_T8z_k-0s8KY2jD4jv0j081cXRPF7fsp3dXg-WAqHlEqwdeYnPm0tPB0/s4032/IMG_9355.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi19QVaFTl03ZMGjcStv5XqoxiUEbw-aqpKWFSmo91r_2tqhSRUf3D1TbpAw2hc4x5S1nBCMNSojHtyrbOn8izyvbajpeMz3GUuaqY4CdFhPtjjnHduGjeEbwHpYm5XVBOh_T8z_k-0s8KY2jD4jv0j081cXRPF7fsp3dXg-WAqHlEqwdeYnPm0tPB0/s320/IMG_9355.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How Many Bars Can One Saddle Up to in One Weekend?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Right off the bat, Herb & Wood is... a lot. The decor is eclectic at best and downright dichotomous at worst (the first room, where the (beautiful) bar is located, is a club scene; our dining room is a library).</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4WZcyywHUDtY8XHBCt5nZPvpCxlNvRCbuqhDKw2aZSP3kFmOc3X3Wijw_JdQHYDQ_sWwAm4ZNvd9hQY-leotfm5XsV_GlP71PAXnM78MFKuJ4pJ2PDTulmEeq2Y6E75ox0dk95Ugg7Y03OWrXzEvm_cEixCA_JyJrVQpONplJWMFavOWm-EivJw9/s4032/IMG_9354.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4WZcyywHUDtY8XHBCt5nZPvpCxlNvRCbuqhDKw2aZSP3kFmOc3X3Wijw_JdQHYDQ_sWwAm4ZNvd9hQY-leotfm5XsV_GlP71PAXnM78MFKuJ4pJ2PDTulmEeq2Y6E75ox0dk95Ugg7Y03OWrXzEvm_cEixCA_JyJrVQpONplJWMFavOWm-EivJw9/s320/IMG_9354.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And This Fellow Is Hanging Out at the Front Door</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Also, despite the fact that we've been in San Diego all of a single afternoon, we have found the residents exceedingly nice so far. Friendly without trying too hard, pleasant without being annoying. Our waiter is none of these things.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjbcENynF9sXjtFQaXXC9-RYuYKAT2CpHSw6zZUoZ9RSVHxT1iYYjlq9_ZBEIlszQSKu0v2vsFI0xxFJqHFiRIzo9JoJpINwFA14aO0jDqDqpgOsEQ0QUWbkQd_-pti364dxfSp-vTLvLvXOe0zF-qLwHOEPJr4HKQ56rm1849a86IBQDI2oigyIw/s4032/IMG_9362.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjbcENynF9sXjtFQaXXC9-RYuYKAT2CpHSw6zZUoZ9RSVHxT1iYYjlq9_ZBEIlszQSKu0v2vsFI0xxFJqHFiRIzo9JoJpINwFA14aO0jDqDqpgOsEQ0QUWbkQd_-pti364dxfSp-vTLvLvXOe0zF-qLwHOEPJr4HKQ56rm1849a86IBQDI2oigyIw/s320/IMG_9362.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Based on Our Early Bird Dining Hour, It's Not Like He's Busy....</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Chillier then our chosen bottle of Sancerre, he is far from welcoming or attentive, and it is our most disappointing service experience in San Diego by far.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIP5YjdKJWXIBA2ncMtdBdf4g671T_av_AjJYyBL20mL1bV6zx53QgTBHyKFnr9uLaVDmzu6GKe0BjYSiiUMGZasjpRrVy9H2MMlD9oJsCXaXn3YXwXWlhQreVpmO7wRuRbWY7etAQEhtE3oRGlNBfvwCjXZgMYXiajKEtrWAoC6eLrC6tzF1lh7mv/s4032/IMG_9359.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIP5YjdKJWXIBA2ncMtdBdf4g671T_av_AjJYyBL20mL1bV6zx53QgTBHyKFnr9uLaVDmzu6GKe0BjYSiiUMGZasjpRrVy9H2MMlD9oJsCXaXn3YXwXWlhQreVpmO7wRuRbWY7etAQEhtE3oRGlNBfvwCjXZgMYXiajKEtrWAoC6eLrC6tzF1lh7mv/s320/IMG_9359.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Would Have Found This Room Charming If the People Working in It Were the Same</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As far as the food, the tuna tartare, which we share as an appetizer, is varying degrees of "fine." </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0Wcu4dwOuRApxZd3W7zavW8hhGZcgmpQsJ_OvhBGJatyYVGIqBzedXOEZtvBgvR4r7VDDJVmc0et7-h3ZNcTvAXlUKiER1ckmOSGy3P1yfGdxb4MTC_zoT-BK4LXBdZyKv-jGEOylfyKQM1cy_gjtqFeE4EPjmNWdQythuXKhpaC2JJrFi-gLK5q/s4032/IMG_9360.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0Wcu4dwOuRApxZd3W7zavW8hhGZcgmpQsJ_OvhBGJatyYVGIqBzedXOEZtvBgvR4r7VDDJVmc0et7-h3ZNcTvAXlUKiER1ckmOSGy3P1yfGdxb4MTC_zoT-BK4LXBdZyKv-jGEOylfyKQM1cy_gjtqFeE4EPjmNWdQythuXKhpaC2JJrFi-gLK5q/s320/IMG_9360.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's a Picture of the Menu in Lieu of Actual Notes</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Vesper enjoys it more than Vodka, as Vodka finds the texture of the fish itself off-putting.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy00o7fdZnFz4xuSpAdUIzEFx7YaacX8AlJzHbXniBJNu5SxEI3josr7nhpAKrJ19avji7GrTLEK2ErOyMS2LlnziCtI6sTNAq7BQyamBgaMfEm1fiLgiU7VmdZimgoKni2EAT0IeaYyGIrvobtY0a69n1ezyGkRzpG1w3Ml3IyUHjj8oFTKaciofx/s4032/IMG_9364.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy00o7fdZnFz4xuSpAdUIzEFx7YaacX8AlJzHbXniBJNu5SxEI3josr7nhpAKrJ19avji7GrTLEK2ErOyMS2LlnziCtI6sTNAq7BQyamBgaMfEm1fiLgiU7VmdZimgoKni2EAT0IeaYyGIrvobtY0a69n1ezyGkRzpG1w3Ml3IyUHjj8oFTKaciofx/s320/IMG_9364.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Instead of "Chopped"...</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6l-l4RDUARd1eemgUbNy63KkW9EBffdN3R6sJbu7E5olNmKGrtrOPkGzEoST861ilnKUGrCnSPHxN_2W2sU0Sk57ojyp0n8SWIV9XuuNzhUHF6SCGvR37mG2jPdS71JSH84IdX1naWOKCQImLrAOg0KmcSok30CzMPN8z2sEW_pwkB5LU1HwZnyL/s4032/IMG_9365.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6l-l4RDUARd1eemgUbNy63KkW9EBffdN3R6sJbu7E5olNmKGrtrOPkGzEoST861ilnKUGrCnSPHxN_2W2sU0Sk57ojyp0n8SWIV9XuuNzhUHF6SCGvR37mG2jPdS71JSH84IdX1naWOKCQImLrAOg0KmcSok30CzMPN8z2sEW_pwkB5LU1HwZnyL/s320/IMG_9365.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...It Seemed More "Hacked"</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The chosen dish of oxtail gnocchi sounds delicious in theory, but it comes with precisely ten pieces of pasta and a smattering of meat, none of which has a great deal of flavor. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi9LH-ngG5bZZtxB0rqRTwFd1duZghcJc-CA6kApbp7bnj3Wwijjg06NDlOh3jR9j_mdOiJDofgq4uq8sjGEWz8OWHgNVhp3NugXF_xabkXuc8Mku4uET2WZpVNWxqQGTeQuWX5y8XPkpmpECQwiBAAiJ8klFMCO26Mca5UeR3dt49l8R7lK5LE0p/s4032/IMG_9371.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpi9LH-ngG5bZZtxB0rqRTwFd1duZghcJc-CA6kApbp7bnj3Wwijjg06NDlOh3jR9j_mdOiJDofgq4uq8sjGEWz8OWHgNVhp3NugXF_xabkXuc8Mku4uET2WZpVNWxqQGTeQuWX5y8XPkpmpECQwiBAAiJ8klFMCO26Mca5UeR3dt49l8R7lK5LE0p/s320/IMG_9371.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Preschooler Could Use This Serving to Practice Counting to T10</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The plate is served looking like the "after" portion of a meal, i.e. what we should be bringing home for leftovers - not as the main event.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGC8ciIckAZXNh7ptf2Z0wltin46sI_bYNQdnr2vyQ3yVx52mCQU8evooBa3-m8-XfBh55Y2ZKzWLlOiOjDT2tu1lEI6IOqx6oi07I94Ts9djESLvXHEFRDPJGLwn9iO9AYCxIwn4vdFEbVh_16_h8XXNcrYrlun8bYwXm82w7UCzLLrBp8IOeFlRW/s4032/IMG_9372.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGC8ciIckAZXNh7ptf2Z0wltin46sI_bYNQdnr2vyQ3yVx52mCQU8evooBa3-m8-XfBh55Y2ZKzWLlOiOjDT2tu1lEI6IOqx6oi07I94Ts9djESLvXHEFRDPJGLwn9iO9AYCxIwn4vdFEbVh_16_h8XXNcrYrlun8bYwXm82w7UCzLLrBp8IOeFlRW/s320/IMG_9372.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Greens Aren't Doing Much to Spruce Things Up Here</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Finally, the hanger steak is the most egregious of all - we had ordered it medium rare, and it arrived not only "rare" but practically "still breathing." When we pointed this out to our ever-so-charming (...) waiter, he took it away without comment. It was returned to us a few minutes later after being "heated up"... in the microwave?!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mIFHKkQd4nfAIs-KkH3ubdPA1YIQCHLxOe0IcRG44mcxVxwoQ6gp_c6CZXNxNr6X1zdXWnN69Ok-t1O4aqVq07yzp0Gv1SkIbuUSjCMqyIc53Ir9K-QNO7Ft58C2Iys62YfmVqwKa8RiG-5K-Fb8PVf6F_3HAjTCBmwHow-ldYUeuOP-bWQhjceP/s4032/IMG_9366.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0mIFHKkQd4nfAIs-KkH3ubdPA1YIQCHLxOe0IcRG44mcxVxwoQ6gp_c6CZXNxNr6X1zdXWnN69Ok-t1O4aqVq07yzp0Gv1SkIbuUSjCMqyIc53Ir9K-QNO7Ft58C2Iys62YfmVqwKa8RiG-5K-Fb8PVf6F_3HAjTCBmwHow-ldYUeuOP-bWQhjceP/s320/IMG_9366.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Dish Was, in a Word, a Disaster</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Whatever they did to the meat did not improve it, as it was now not only chewy, but unevenly cooked. In contrast, the best part of the meal was the side of broccolini, most likely because it came smothered in a generous helping of cheese.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4MoTzf8s806gK6-OIx32SojudRfWDPz25weDDbiblp7P6s0Efh39mA111PDmIYSS1ZyQdmjEb8uk4yY65i8354KkObwxldMBBdgC421JA8c5Gh9BR4n6Vrg6rsKwJpdwYInlTkrApvM3brksp2--ExXSKJgmIkbfjCp2LK_Zdp2OehRkm2kNehh3/s4032/IMG_9368.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR4MoTzf8s806gK6-OIx32SojudRfWDPz25weDDbiblp7P6s0Efh39mA111PDmIYSS1ZyQdmjEb8uk4yY65i8354KkObwxldMBBdgC421JA8c5Gh9BR4n6Vrg6rsKwJpdwYInlTkrApvM3brksp2--ExXSKJgmIkbfjCp2LK_Zdp2OehRkm2kNehh3/s320/IMG_9368.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps This Helping of Cheese Is Where the Entire Gnocchi Budget Went</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Frenetic with a side of attitude, despite its Food Network- and Top Chef-adjacent fame, and its starred Fodor's review, Herb & Wood in the end turned out to be much like its moniker: two disparate items which sound interesting together in theory, but in reality turn out to be a little more than a confusing mess.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>Herb & Wood's Oxtail Gnocchi: 2 stars</i></b></div>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-72493699055016770942020-07-27T04:08:00.003-04:002020-07-27T04:08:42.852-04:00Food by Mail: Pandemic Carrot Cake<div>
<i>Carrot Cake -- Lloyd's Carrot Cake, Riverdale, NY</i></div>
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<a href="https://www.lloydscarrotcake.com/">Lloyd's Carrot Cake</a></div>
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Essential supplies one needs during a global pandemic: Face masks. Hand sanitizer. Carrot cake.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Didn't Make the Rules</td></tr>
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Over
one-hundred days into the coronavirus lockdown, Vodka, in <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20York%20NY">NYC</a>, receives
a text from Ginger, in <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/California">CA</a>, alerting her that a shipment is about to
arrive at Vodka's front desk. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2014/07/food-by-mail-happy-birthday-heres-fruit.html">Happy Birthday, Here's a Fruit Cake</a>," Take 2</td></tr>
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"Sorry to make
you leave your safe zone," Ginger writes, as Vodka has righteously
declared herself the "Winner of Quarantine." Not only does she not go
outside (literally ever), she only leaves the confines of her apartment
in the middle of the night while sporting a homemade hazmat suit in order to
fetch packages from her lobby. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Your Health Fears Stand in the Way of Your Snacks</td></tr>
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But once it's revealed that Ginger's
mysterious gift is perishable, Vodka decides to risk life and limb to
shuffle downstairs mid-afternoon to claim her prize.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also Convenient, as Her Own Food Supply Was Already Running Low</td></tr>
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Waiting
for Vodka is a box from Lloyd's Carrot Cake, the home of <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Alex%20Guarnaschelli">Alex Guarnaschelli</a>'s <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/All%20American">ALL AMERICAN</a> dessert. Inside the cardboard box, Vodka finds an insulation bag... with an entire
carrot cake plopped in the middle. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, Hello There</td></tr>
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The delicacy looks virtually unscathed,
considering the fact that it has journeyed through the wilds of FedEx in
little more than a Ziploc. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sturdy Transportation Device?</td></tr>
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Once Vodka frees it from the bag, she sticks
it in the refrigerator to give it a moment to recover from its
pilgrimage.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Along with Its Friend, the Now-Melted Ice Pack</td></tr>
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Later that evening, while deep into
a glass of rose, Vodka manages to unfurl the cake's Saran Wrap covering
with only three hand washings, and then debates whether to cut
herself a piece or just dive into the creation fork-first. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Will Touch Multiple Potentially Contaminated Surfaces to Procure Cake</td></tr>
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Opting for
the more civilized route, if only for the sake of pictures, she heaves a
butter knife into the cake. Based on the heavy weight of the shipping box, and
the amount of effort it takes to cut a piece, one would assume that the cake would be extremely dense. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Forkful of Sugar Makes the Pandemic... Oh, Never Mind</td></tr>
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However, the cake proves to be surprisingly light
in texture -- it's the half-inch of delectable cream cheese frosting on
top that is weighing the entire enterprise down.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frosting-to-Cake Ratio on Point</td></tr>
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With
orange shards of visible carrot pieces throughout, this is the most
carroty of any carrot cake Vodka has tasted. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peter Rabbit Approved</td></tr>
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Light, moist, and spiced
with cinnamon, the cake is complemented perfectly by the icing, which
would be cloying in its sweetness if paired with a different cake
flavor. But this combination is truly stupendous, and upon polishing off
her piece, Vodka debates procuring a second.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By the Next Day, She Has Lost All Sense of Decorum</td></tr>
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Thanks to the wonders of Lloyd's packaging
techniques, their cake-in-a-bag proves that being separated by 3000
miles and a worldwide pandemic doesn't mean you can't still share dessert with friends.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Especially When You Don't Actually Have to Share It</td></tr>
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<b><i>Lloyd's Carrot Cake's Carrot Cake: 5 stars*</i></b></div>
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<b><i>*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate</i></b></div>
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Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-31804152020018293502020-03-03T18:32:00.002-05:002020-03-03T18:32:37.823-05:00Off the Map: Feeling Crabby in NOLA<div>
<i>Creole Bread Pudding Souffle -- Commander's Palace, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
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<a href="https://www.commanderspalace.com/">Commander's Palace</a></div>
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For
our final evening in the Big Easy, Vodka and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Richmond%20VA">Whiskey Sour</a> set out for
Commander's Palace, arguably the most "classic" (and famous) of <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a> restaurants. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Also the Most Turquoise</td></tr>
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As we had just heard on our afternoon walking tour
of the Garden District, Commander's Palace is constantly praised for not
only their food, but for their level of service.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hence the Three Waiters Gathered Around a Table at Any Given Time</td></tr>
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Let's just say this is going to be an interesting evening.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let the Wining and Dining Begin... and the Whining</td></tr>
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Things start out innocently enough: We are greeted by a genial gentlemen at the
front desk, and then led through the maze of the restaurant: through the
kitchen, across a patio, and finally to our table... which is directly
next to red door brandished with the lettering EMERGENCY EXIT.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Like They Know We're Going to Be Trouble</td></tr>
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The
hostess runs off to find Whiskey Sour a black napkin to match her
dress, while Vodka turns all of her attention to the cocktail menu. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Priorities, People</td></tr>
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<div>
Before she can blurt out, "TWO SAZERACS, AND STAT," our waiter descends
upon us, and he is, to put it mildly, "a lot." He sways in place while
speaking at full volume about the assortment of ordering options
available to us (a la carte, three-course, seven course, twenty-eight
course -- who knows, Vodka just wants a cocktail).</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's Go, This New Orleans Night Isn't Getting Any Longer</td></tr>
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<div>
While
we await our booze, we settle on the gumbo and filet (Vodka) and the
crawfish soup and shrimp (Whiskey Sour), plus <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Claire%20Robinson">Claire Robinson</a>'s <i>Best
Thing I Ever Ate</i> <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans">NEW ORLEANS</a> dish, the creole bread pudding souffle, for
dessert.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notably, We Are Not Getting the Dessert That Requires ACTUAL FIRE</td></tr>
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After ordering, we sip our sazeracs
and begin what will turn out to be quite the foreshadowing conversation
on how ridiculous things tend to happen to us, both separately and when
we are together. As we are regaling one another with past examples of
such shenanigans, two servers approach and place a soup bowl before each
of us. Then, with a flourish, they produce tin cups full of our
piping-hot soups, and pour them into their respective bowls.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All Good, Nothing to See Here OH WAIT</td></tr>
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Sorry, let me rephrase: Whiskey Sour's server pours her soup into the bowl; in contrast, Vodka's pours her gumbo ONTO VODKA.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, Photographic Evidence Was Not Captured, Save for the Dribble on the Rim</td></tr>
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Instead
of executing the swirling technique of his counterpart, Vodka's server merely DUMPS
the gumbo in the direction of the bowl, causing one large piece of crab
to splash over the side and land, with a great deal of accompanying
drizzle, on Vodka's lap. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps the Crab Was Making a Run for the Emergency Exit</td></tr>
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<div>
So startled by his gaffe that he presumably loses all muscle control,
the server then drops the tin cup INTO the gumbo, causing another tidal
wave of soup to hit the table cloth.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Really and Truly Could Not Make This Stuff Up</td></tr>
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At this point, two things happen: Vodka and Whiskey Sour begin laughing hysterically, and the servers RUN AWAY.</div>
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They leave!</div>
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Moments
later, as giggling-induced tears slide out the corners of our eyes, a
manager appears and immediately begins profusely apologizing for the
blunder, explaining that "Marvin" has only been a server for two days
and is so embarrassed by what happened. She offers to pay for any needed
dry cleaning, and we, still in good humor, laugh off the incident as
another example of our collective ridiculousness come to life.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More on This Circumstance Later</td></tr>
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After
she leaves, we see that garlic bread has somehow made it to our table
("I didn't notice this appearing." "They snuck it in while you were
being attacked.") </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Small Consolation After the Soup Monsoon</td></tr>
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<div>
The bread is tasty enough -- it's garlic bread, after
all, and fairly difficult to screw up. Similarly, our soups are good,
but rather beside the point at this juncture (and Vodka is confused as
to why her gumbo doesn't feature rice, unless Marvin dumped that
somewhere else in the dining room.)</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxc3tM5Bz5Ny_r8sE0Fe1R_I258pereG8N2RMA4FiPD4Q55AlfaKz-YlFgbo2O_fNCBAiY-3uPOHKFwhTHBtYzFhNYgrnwmo9fTm1KKI3Mm4zlh1quBy8G_GKc2aC1ezq-V1ak7pl5eg/s1600/IMG_8296.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxc3tM5Bz5Ny_r8sE0Fe1R_I258pereG8N2RMA4FiPD4Q55AlfaKz-YlFgbo2O_fNCBAiY-3uPOHKFwhTHBtYzFhNYgrnwmo9fTm1KKI3Mm4zlh1quBy8G_GKc2aC1ezq-V1ak7pl5eg/s320/IMG_8296.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our 57th New Orleans Loaf of Bread</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
A different waiter approaches and, pointing to Vodka's empty sazerac glass, asks if she'd care for a glass of wine.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"I'd
care for a Tide pen," she quips under her breath, while settling for a
glass of rose. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDHzk323ez6lyWk38D2pnjl9xUMHhdqQuQj-HlZmyNPhNLM6z10JL20hbd68jf0_GqsXgleong8r4wK_cRgUoAOtukvlJwNFyA-TTIV2MyQwYChKVuORzo6Mj3OAJ6MbxceutUe6N3ak/s1600/IMG_8298.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDHzk323ez6lyWk38D2pnjl9xUMHhdqQuQj-HlZmyNPhNLM6z10JL20hbd68jf0_GqsXgleong8r4wK_cRgUoAOtukvlJwNFyA-TTIV2MyQwYChKVuORzo6Mj3OAJ6MbxceutUe6N3ak/s320/IMG_8298.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thankfully, Marvin Does Not Serve Our Entrees</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div>
It's important to know that throughout these proceedings,
a portion of our general cheeriness is stemming from the fact that we
are downright certain our bill is about to be discounted. After all,
Vodka got doused in gumbo at a place that we have been told repeatedly
is "renowned for their service" -- they're at least going to throw in
this glass of rose for free.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYesSFokIDbwpCoqeHiuSmHxGwYRnxMRfM-5DaNcnqAx0Qnsidhh6UO9zrBcG_tLgdeNb0NtTCWr6BRCaNg-1zO62XfV4Q4gd2Zvjb-kCt0sDsyI57UkOx1SfwGnNOkCVKgN3rPCri5-g/s1600/IMG_8300.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYesSFokIDbwpCoqeHiuSmHxGwYRnxMRfM-5DaNcnqAx0Qnsidhh6UO9zrBcG_tLgdeNb0NtTCWr6BRCaNg-1zO62XfV4Q4gd2Zvjb-kCt0sDsyI57UkOx1SfwGnNOkCVKgN3rPCri5-g/s320/IMG_8300.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Or at the Very Least, a Tide Pen</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Therefore,
we remain in fine spirits through our entrees, which are okay, but not
overwhelmingly stellar. Vodka ends up leaving half of her filet behind,
and not only because this is our fourth meal of the day. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK_bWymC5YDOyTYcPxKENq-dpGF47Imj5lVTaoW-nouG3pOnosVQpxVtkjwk7YkNYOZkp6ymYp08VR2xwlGgDj7MsY1gi-P_x9tQNh4yOt_A9CxBkFXPrk5CuCnzY2mCO8u3KAAvy-go/s1600/IMG_8301.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK_bWymC5YDOyTYcPxKENq-dpGF47Imj5lVTaoW-nouG3pOnosVQpxVtkjwk7YkNYOZkp6ymYp08VR2xwlGgDj7MsY1gi-P_x9tQNh4yOt_A9CxBkFXPrk5CuCnzY2mCO8u3KAAvy-go/s320/IMG_8301.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just Not That Into It</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div>
Now, it is
finally time for the main event: the bread pudding souffle that is
apparently such an ordeal that customers are required to order it at the
beginning of their meals so that the kitchen has ample time to prepare
it.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ordeal in a Ramekin</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
The bread pudding souffle arrives, and a
new server cracks the surface and pours in a portion of the accompanying
sauce.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEh5UsrCoyh7weZ3mnzh7OD9j1I4Iyx3WK9RRpCTR7C7YEb_AHo58Qg9iVUm3E3Ouu2wpGI13OmXBSkQ9bcq4EC6RLIDmpe_U8c96BzXRMc_6kgx2u4C91AUuejm7X18JTgO1ACfCISyE/s1600/IMG_8302.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEh5UsrCoyh7weZ3mnzh7OD9j1I4Iyx3WK9RRpCTR7C7YEb_AHo58Qg9iVUm3E3Ouu2wpGI13OmXBSkQ9bcq4EC6RLIDmpe_U8c96BzXRMc_6kgx2u4C91AUuejm7X18JTgO1ACfCISyE/s320/IMG_8302.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It Seems Marvin's Pouring Privileges Have Been Revoked for the Evening</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We dig in our spoons eagerly and wait for the magic to hit our
taste buds.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And we keep right on waiting.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETXs5fs3NWYnD4M6dHJx5BfI-EiyD2bBxX-SkeUqlAZVq8jxC54pYNuwO2nuPVj06rNOZj6SR9JS5aTn4qi3ro88wlAYoIzNUiqyOAubQI_3SQOmzJyyU24ROvDlinN1TVNgOefqbl_E/s1600/IMG_8306.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETXs5fs3NWYnD4M6dHJx5BfI-EiyD2bBxX-SkeUqlAZVq8jxC54pYNuwO2nuPVj06rNOZj6SR9JS5aTn4qi3ro88wlAYoIzNUiqyOAubQI_3SQOmzJyyU24ROvDlinN1TVNgOefqbl_E/s320/IMG_8306.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Any Day Now, the Majesty Will Hit</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
The
souffle is, well, it is not great. It's not even remotely good. The
bread pudding portion itself has very little flavor, while the
accompanying sauce reeks, both in taste and in smell, of alcohol. Like,
of straight, rubbing alcohol. It is off-putting to say the least.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOE69HxuFmd2RTJeeTbyfTIzabKCkajOJo-Yii_CLZT-pblvO0N0gytPvoipLFO9gScLvS6p66_3DtayoUmpHWlv-7WJEqnvb3GGfsmhyphenhyphenlrK7_X73Wr1cVM_M86z39kmvP2_MXQu63-Q/s1600/IMG_8303.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOE69HxuFmd2RTJeeTbyfTIzabKCkajOJo-Yii_CLZT-pblvO0N0gytPvoipLFO9gScLvS6p66_3DtayoUmpHWlv-7WJEqnvb3GGfsmhyphenhyphenlrK7_X73Wr1cVM_M86z39kmvP2_MXQu63-Q/s320/IMG_8303.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From Now On, Keep the Booze in Our Cocktail Glasses, Thanks</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
There are also unidentifiable crunchy bits throughout the concoction, or at least Vodka finds one.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Does it have pecans?"</div>
<div>
"What, there's nothing crunchy."</div>
<div>
"I got something crunchy."</div>
<div>
"Maybe you lost a tooth."</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaXSLp0l7GQMhFdpr1Lp2tmHMTLz92S83Z3TM3hovqCeY4H3H0uuLXUOfnQmg5C-DU5vmbRBAWlzJutWIbL5IhmbQhgHOXgXjOif82UPXASW0w8XsvonbZbvXYYx073JLrVyJ5s7vHdk/s1600/IMG_8310.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaXSLp0l7GQMhFdpr1Lp2tmHMTLz92S83Z3TM3hovqCeY4H3H0uuLXUOfnQmg5C-DU5vmbRBAWlzJutWIbL5IhmbQhgHOXgXjOif82UPXASW0w8XsvonbZbvXYYx073JLrVyJ5s7vHdk/s320/IMG_8310.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Talk About a Rough Night at Commander's Palace</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We
are unimpressed by the souffle but not hostile about it. No, the
hostility does not strike until we receive our bill, and find that
nothing -- NOTHING -- has been comped. Not a cocktail, not the dessert, NOT EVEN THE GUMBO THAT GOT POURED ON VODKA'S LAP.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN59BIhZd800ZbteBZqUlBJc9SKtcPGGW8SctJAdbMHAzoTYD1oJdObBAn0veOF7d5AXFwLoxLr9oHmS6hpRkQOigCh8lCS9_AWYac_jP07uYsRpJDvqEvzLj6pymXSUvm-Opw9D7S7w/s1600/IMG_8309.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFN59BIhZd800ZbteBZqUlBJc9SKtcPGGW8SctJAdbMHAzoTYD1oJdObBAn0veOF7d5AXFwLoxLr9oHmS6hpRkQOigCh8lCS9_AWYac_jP07uYsRpJDvqEvzLj6pymXSUvm-Opw9D7S7w/s320/IMG_8309.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WHAT IS THIS INJUSTICE?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Renowned for your service indeed, Commander's Palace!</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Not
wishing to end our final hours in New Orleans engaged in an epic
battle, Vodka sets her mouth into a firm line but keeps it closed, and
we pay the bill without (public) complaint. Overall, for us, Commander's
Palace had the distinct honor of feeling like a restaurant that is
trying too hard with too little results. But our time in the Big Easy
is dwindling and we don't want to waste it away belaboring the
place's faults.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kdemBxIoxCoZb9FpoYhlkFPRcd4AR0rw3vEQe8jhzT-aZvtQ6OjWGTGAM6rvjHu8Bw4cB009fdfXMuVISv54w0XlCPyJm5p1sFgpDpfICO-tPbTyGe-a6yIq8IBCyAa47iSRmOY9ndI/s1600/IMG_8339.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kdemBxIoxCoZb9FpoYhlkFPRcd4AR0rw3vEQe8jhzT-aZvtQ6OjWGTGAM6rvjHu8Bw4cB009fdfXMuVISv54w0XlCPyJm5p1sFgpDpfICO-tPbTyGe-a6yIq8IBCyAa47iSRmOY9ndI/s320/IMG_8339.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There Is Only One Solution to This Problem, and Its Name is Gnocchi</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div>
So instead, we set off for a
return trip to <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-save-your-beads-new-orleans.html">Restaurant August</a>, where the gnocchi is scrumptious, the
desserts are free, and no one is throwing gumbo at us. And once we dive
back into the pasta whose crab mercifully remains in its bowl, all
is once again right in the world of New Orleans.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<i><b>Commander's Palace Creole Bread Pudding Souffle: 2 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-27364901592274866412020-03-01T02:53:00.001-05:002020-03-01T02:53:18.774-05:00Off the Map: Bread Pudding with a Side of Rum(my)<div>
<i>Bread Pudding -- Mother's Restaurant, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.mothersrestaurant.net/">Mother's Restaurant</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
If
you need a surefire sign that you look like a tourist who does not know
the ways of the local sandwich shop, it is when you enter
the place and immediately get a menu thrust in your hand and a pointing finger
indicating where you should order.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuadZ-3mUVPOpbkyUnRNylHug63bf2K9EoncEyeeLxYoYFNV6bAOKPlaX7geEMtQpljwp1raRd-RHcA_iOjHIhdwgK7bv08Z_A_fx3oXAuK-8In0dEgkL7VT_I0PET4vgbU4T3zZ3hEN8/s1600/IMG_8264.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuadZ-3mUVPOpbkyUnRNylHug63bf2K9EoncEyeeLxYoYFNV6bAOKPlaX7geEMtQpljwp1raRd-RHcA_iOjHIhdwgK7bv08Z_A_fx3oXAuK-8In0dEgkL7VT_I0PET4vgbU4T3zZ3hEN8/s320/IMG_8264.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank You, Yes, We Are In Fact Idiots</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
This
is how we are greeted, not unkindly, when we arrive at Mother's
Restaurant for <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Sunny%20Anderson">Sunny Anderson</a>'s <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Guilty%20Pleasure">GUILTY PLEASURE</a>,
the bread pudding. </div>
<div>
<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wall of... "Fame"?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div>
Along with the dessert, we are also each buying a po
boy to consume during our early morning flights the next day: shrimp for <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Boston%20MA">Whiskey Sour</a> (to properly compare to the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-adult-version-of-fish-stick-day.html">Domilise</a> variety) and roast
beef for Vodka.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSnGlZN45Mzm4e-T8-QKypZOybuFxeJxa2UtQiQO3xnkE4AJYsHCs7gOEPg2Dbaom2eUX-RqcQ0NtYM-v429-vTHEQ78DEwlHPLXRVIt-MBV_uCutF_j4WEmfWrlW200xoF6NZlgQAaQ/s1600/IMG_8263.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSSnGlZN45Mzm4e-T8-QKypZOybuFxeJxa2UtQiQO3xnkE4AJYsHCs7gOEPg2Dbaom2eUX-RqcQ0NtYM-v429-vTHEQ78DEwlHPLXRVIt-MBV_uCutF_j4WEmfWrlW200xoF6NZlgQAaQ/s320/IMG_8263.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because Nothing Say "Bon Voyage" Like the TSA Patting Down Your Sandwich</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
While we arrive to a relatively
empty restaurant, a sizable crowd enters right after us,
making us even more pleased to skedaddle out clutching our po boys and
bread pudding in the direction of the nearest bar.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Offense, Mother's, but We Only Have a Few Hours of Day Drinking Left</td></tr>
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<div>
We
settle down in the lobby of a hotel and, after grabbing some afternoon
cocktails, hoist the bread pudding out of the bag in an attempt to at
least try it while it's still warm. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Instagram-Worthy Plating?</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
In truth, we are not optimistic
about this enterprise, as neither of us are overly fond of bread
pudding, and Mother's version does not look particularly appetizing. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bread Pudding Is the Snaggletooth of Desserts</td></tr>
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<div>
Reluctantly, we stick our utensils into the plastic container and raise them unenthusiastically into our mouths.</div>
<div>
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<div>
"Hmph. It's not bad," Whiskey Sour notes with a distinct tone of surprise.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It, at the Very Least, Is Better Than It Looks</td></tr>
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<div>
Indeed,
of the (very few) bread puddings we have tried in our lives, this is
some of the best: the bread is light, the sauce isn't too sweet, and the
whole conglomeration isn't very sticky. After expecting to toss the
majority of it in the trash, we end up polishing off the entire
container.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXqVw6whLTTDRFiFaolcfgkJLT3-iHsvBvI-4nPXoPKqSYdzk2gL70lhAC-169-2kPxNs_dQ8olHa2DM0uRWLlACpyKUwWLcS2vXmXuWwNzIPYvXeSTQsW-8qrK36xwAgxfyDsGmel3w/s1600/IMG_8275.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxXqVw6whLTTDRFiFaolcfgkJLT3-iHsvBvI-4nPXoPKqSYdzk2gL70lhAC-169-2kPxNs_dQ8olHa2DM0uRWLlACpyKUwWLcS2vXmXuWwNzIPYvXeSTQsW-8qrK36xwAgxfyDsGmel3w/s320/IMG_8275.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Spoonful of Bread Pudding Makes the Sazeracs Go Down</td></tr>
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<div>
In contrast, we do not find the po
boys anywhere near the level of those found at Domilise's. But the bread
pudding, while enjoyed with a side of sazerac and a game of rummy, is
an unexpected delight.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrA0nc6rkfaGJO6bsMasUeaNH03C2CamI4R7v72YqaWS_jcso29ckYA_Xc0n_ukDofd37z6lelor6HUZarFkS6b7HdLQSLc64zjqMGXRtMEzFaO0mDiN4awQoOgmecPelsgifyWiV3VY/s1600/IMG_8271.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrA0nc6rkfaGJO6bsMasUeaNH03C2CamI4R7v72YqaWS_jcso29ckYA_Xc0n_ukDofd37z6lelor6HUZarFkS6b7HdLQSLc64zjqMGXRtMEzFaO0mDiN4awQoOgmecPelsgifyWiV3VY/s320/IMG_8271.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come for the Rum, Stay for the Rummy</td></tr>
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<div>
Not a delight we feel the need to ever consume again, but a delight nonetheless.</div>
<div>
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<i><b>Mother's Restaurant's Bread Pudding: 3 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-47406176630078073612020-02-29T08:45:00.001-05:002020-03-01T02:53:46.046-05:00Off the Map: The Adult Version of Fish Stick Day<div>
<i>Shrimp Po Boy -- Domilise's Po Boys, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.domilisespoboys.com/">Domilise's Po Boys</a></div>
<div>
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<div>
In
our Uber en route to our next <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> location, <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Memphis%20TN">Whiskey Sour</a> remarks that we have set aside 90 minutes for lunch, which seems
like overkill considering we are headed to a takeout sandwich joint.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Po Boy Bar" Sounds Like an Ideal Business Model</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Cut
to: We arrive at Domilise's Po Boys, home of <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Alex%20Guarnaschelli">Alex Guarnaschelli</a>'s
<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Regional%20Favorites">REGIONAL FAVORITE</a>, the shrimp po boy, and we find a crowd loitering on
the surrounding sidewalks, spilling out from the counters within.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What Is This, Free Po Boy Day?!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
"Never
mind. Ninety minutes may not be enough," Whiskey Sour says as we weasel
our way inside to take a number. We are number 8, and they are
currently serving number 44.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Sign Did Not Look Like a Bad Ophthalmologist Chart in Person<i><b> </b></i></td></tr>
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<div>
"What do you think they go up to?" Vodka asks.</div>
<div>
"Hopefully not 100," Whiskey Sour answers.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Could've Used Some of These Beauties at <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-diet-french-fries-without-diet.html">Galatoire's</a></td></tr>
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<div>
As
we wait, we note that the workers behind the counter, building dozens
upon dozens of (mostly shrimp) po boys, are not what we had pictured. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Cluster of Condiments</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
More akin to the cheery demeanor of your elementary school cafeteria
ladies than to harried workers at a consistently-packed hole-in-the-wall
restaurant, they are a comforting presence in their array of hairnets.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Does This Place Also Serve Chocolate Milk?</td></tr>
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<div>
Before
long, we see that two stools have opened up at the bar (yes, there is a
bar), so Vodka rushes off to claim them. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bar-Slash-Accountant's Desk-Slash-Merch Stand, but Bar Nonetheless</td></tr>
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<div>
Feeling sheepish for squatting
at the bar without drinking, she scans the liquor menu, which consists
of beer, bloody marys, and, smudged at the bottom of the chalkboard
menu, a hastily scrawled "chardonnay." Not finding any of these options
pleasing, she asks for two bottles of water and a diet root beer,
merely so the slightly surly bartender doesn't yell at her.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The First Time Vodka Has EVER Ordered a Soda at a Bar</td></tr>
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<div>
After
a seemingly interminable amount of time, our number is called, and
Whiskey Sour returns to the bar clutching a paper plate of one large
shrimp po boy cut into four pieces. After a solid 45-minute wait, the
sandwich itself took approximately 3 minutes for the cafeteria ladies to
construct, so we are not exactly sure what warranted such a delay
between numbers (which thankfully go up to 50, not 100).</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">McDonald's Drive Thru, This Is Not</td></tr>
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<div>
The
sandwich itself is every bit as amazing as Alex Guarnaschelli had
promised. The shrimp are small, slightly sweet, and perfectly fried, and
there are A LOT of them. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTIBy-vb1aRgn-KM0zXjY09MyVXbWmkA797f1s0HnUa_FkuXX9vol05CknK5k2r52wQSXmkCgAugggaisNWoFZJpozAj90VkPXJR_buQcoYnLuN8RAnEn_tkAGuGK4ogBODkMDQgt09A/s1600/IMG_8249.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMTIBy-vb1aRgn-KM0zXjY09MyVXbWmkA797f1s0HnUa_FkuXX9vol05CknK5k2r52wQSXmkCgAugggaisNWoFZJpozAj90VkPXJR_buQcoYnLuN8RAnEn_tkAGuGK4ogBODkMDQgt09A/s320/IMG_8249.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Non-Shrimpy Shrimp Po Boy</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
They spill out the sides of the sandwich
before being guided swiftly into our mouths. The accompanying sauce
brings the ideal amount of zip to the proceedings, and all of the
components are enveloped by a truly excellent roll.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
These po boys really are THAT good.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhQHkVz0jT63p-6LKruUCEB5hPClMapwqBzD73eg8lHVzOzf-VJ-FCurrlB9tbbdO856wxmJaSNiPX0JdrSTXg9Eu_a7GenPY4N9Q1MWWIElGNNh7MpY1CLMvu-lYX12kq-KPcpSnLQ8/s1600/IMG_8251.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhQHkVz0jT63p-6LKruUCEB5hPClMapwqBzD73eg8lHVzOzf-VJ-FCurrlB9tbbdO856wxmJaSNiPX0JdrSTXg9Eu_a7GenPY4N9Q1MWWIElGNNh7MpY1CLMvu-lYX12kq-KPcpSnLQ8/s320/IMG_8251.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Splendor in a Bite</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
At
first, we're unsure whether to give the sandwich <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/4%20stars">4</a> or <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20stars">5 stars</a>. But
after we a) wish for another sandwich as soon as we finish the first, b)
continue to think about it for the remainder of the day, and c) compare
it to other po boys (namely <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/03/off-map-bread-pudding-with-side-of-rummy.html">Mother's</a>) and find Domilise's to be significantly better, we decide it really does deserve
the 5 star designation.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib0DXpGlqyaPpDOU-GziUC8JOROT-cq3SWKtlp4qvgRqrjA5rApWm4owAxqurYQSGfdcTxc0I7uLLalw6lNW-F9tVfCwPNxCxYlTr41DjX-6VexRlbxY3CSM3tTl-C5Ncnn9dhM_F5rac/s1600/IMG_8250.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib0DXpGlqyaPpDOU-GziUC8JOROT-cq3SWKtlp4qvgRqrjA5rApWm4owAxqurYQSGfdcTxc0I7uLLalw6lNW-F9tVfCwPNxCxYlTr41DjX-6VexRlbxY3CSM3tTl-C5Ncnn9dhM_F5rac/s320/IMG_8250.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Considering Vodka's Constant Level of Impatience, This Distinction Really Is a Feat</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
While Vodka is put off
with the amount of waiting involved in order to procure the delicacy,
she would come back at time that is not LUNCH on a SATURDAY (so our
timing choice, in retrospect, was not Domilise's fault). Also, as we
leave, we are genuinely thanked for coming multiple times by the owners
and the once surly-seeming bartender, further heightening our good cheer
about the place.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJyBYZ7mrtAjq56DtWe69UP-COQtE3AgtkOAmMdXXQUvBD7jlG0-9UUvdgpFw6RR45nhj6rA5kc348xtnhEvM8W-u0KBRBvv_onT_2SQZ8TFNBE8fSxKL4qxQ3oWVu1M-mw0k04LVpPA/s1600/IMG_8235.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJyBYZ7mrtAjq56DtWe69UP-COQtE3AgtkOAmMdXXQUvBD7jlG0-9UUvdgpFw6RR45nhj6rA5kc348xtnhEvM8W-u0KBRBvv_onT_2SQZ8TFNBE8fSxKL4qxQ3oWVu1M-mw0k04LVpPA/s320/IMG_8235.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not Quite Beating the Crowd</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We exit Domilise's
approximately 80 minutes after we arrived with a solid 10 minutes to
spare on our itinerary, thus proving that sometimes, cafeteria-style
fried shrimp is worth the wait... and the weight.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<i><b>Domilise's Po Boys's Shrimp Po Boy: 5 stars*</b></i></div>
<div>
<i><b><br /></b></i></div>
<i><b>*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-79250758142714592412020-02-28T01:04:00.002-05:002020-02-28T01:04:51.991-05:00Off the Map: A Rose by Any Other Name IS NOT ROSE<div>
<i>Roast Duck -- Upperline, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.upperline.com/">Upperline</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
We had such high hopes for Upperline. Boasting
an owner with a distinct resemblance, at least in personality and
wardrobe, to our beloved Elaine Stritch, we Uber to the place expecting
an experience.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxp4mJZia0bD8jgEm0v9oMn7ijD0ckz61LWM_T_ATu5ZRjxH9Mwp_ASDUShR23bbDp9u37U8LfvYvFuuQtFV2lHgo54Euz_QnJ7P05Bo9BSFB7aeuqG6Ov6sUzgTGQl_Xe8kV1quVW0D0/s1600/IMG_8141.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxp4mJZia0bD8jgEm0v9oMn7ijD0ckz61LWM_T_ATu5ZRjxH9Mwp_ASDUShR23bbDp9u37U8LfvYvFuuQtFV2lHgo54Euz_QnJ7P05Bo9BSFB7aeuqG6Ov6sUzgTGQl_Xe8kV1quVW0D0/s320/IMG_8141.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One That Is More of an Upper Than a Downer</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Unfortunately, we got one, but not in the way we were anticipating.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV-HECGoi3dvGruJ_k7yC6vH_54jFJLTyPrsVFwpopTQynUcBfwPS58qLFy_GAY2ewa0SfY9lEenapsUrQC9DWtW9kpJWj48Q0qpdh8Y2WKoB9qpjHr37TJ4uTzqobdLB2S78FXkPzXw/s1600/IMG_8152.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV-HECGoi3dvGruJ_k7yC6vH_54jFJLTyPrsVFwpopTQynUcBfwPS58qLFy_GAY2ewa0SfY9lEenapsUrQC9DWtW9kpJWj48Q0qpdh8Y2WKoB9qpjHr37TJ4uTzqobdLB2S78FXkPzXw/s320/IMG_8152.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Other Words, a Downer</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We
are here to eat <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Simon%20Majumbar">Simon Majumbar</a>'s <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Crazy%20Good">CRAZY GOOD</a> roast duck from <i>Best Thing I
Ever Ate</i>, but since it is our actual dinner time, we're going for the
full shebang. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe40LW-v7XgmGU4E5BU1fQ94BUrP3aPYii61-Sn5jMhY4lCCtjkvKiG3XemWYTtl5FIyrwzfJUXTh0jHHqMgQLsmrfkteEA2yZuY_Gu_f-88OyZe7Xv7wZ2XsBbo3yrgWuQ0AkwE0-Yk/s1600/IMG_8143.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJe40LW-v7XgmGU4E5BU1fQ94BUrP3aPYii61-Sn5jMhY4lCCtjkvKiG3XemWYTtl5FIyrwzfJUXTh0jHHqMgQLsmrfkteEA2yZuY_Gu_f-88OyZe7Xv7wZ2XsBbo3yrgWuQ0AkwE0-Yk/s320/IMG_8143.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's Pretend We Haven't Been Eating Nonstop for the Past 12 Hours</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
</div>
<div>
After being seated behind a table of nuns, we order a
sidecar (<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Charlotte%20NC">Whiskey Sour</a>) and a glass of rose (Vodka). And this is where
the trouble begins.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqbdOOkjrc0V2zir7-v6KoSOBtx4zmFxWTUaqwRU7zwPW_0NC_nuY2p7UIkymuh6cbQBwFFw59T_xZqFJgrniddgnseLfBGo1MAeGlbOeIgF01kih885cNGwCHjJ5-leuIG6xEfZADwI/s1600/IMG_8142.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqbdOOkjrc0V2zir7-v6KoSOBtx4zmFxWTUaqwRU7zwPW_0NC_nuY2p7UIkymuh6cbQBwFFw59T_xZqFJgrniddgnseLfBGo1MAeGlbOeIgF01kih885cNGwCHjJ5-leuIG6xEfZADwI/s320/IMG_8142.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps We Should Have Been Tipped Off by the Alligator Manning the Bar</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Believe it or not, for all
the griping Vodka and Ginger have done over the years, we very, VERY
rarely send drinks back. Food? Yes. Checks? Absolutely. But booze? Booze
is usually the saving grace of any meal.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Not at Upperline. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlziB_FWMbzv1Mw2BQ6t2VSdPzaQvsKucddOULtOnR760aqeJNi7jR1u_p1BQqioY5ipzsVlsIlwD1UwLrtNShp7l6VVBRVR_itED7hi6-cOcobtn-ytf7EVwHDw0SSRRKSYrieICphQ/s1600/IMG_8144.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlziB_FWMbzv1Mw2BQ6t2VSdPzaQvsKucddOULtOnR760aqeJNi7jR1u_p1BQqioY5ipzsVlsIlwD1UwLrtNShp7l6VVBRVR_itED7hi6-cOcobtn-ytf7EVwHDw0SSRRKSYrieICphQ/s320/IMG_8144.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You Call This... Rose, Do You?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
As soon as our waiter returns with our glasses, Vodka eyes the deep ruby color with obvious suspicion.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"It's not white zin," the waiter says, sounding not nearly as comforting as intended.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxQF-zU9gbTQwTD2vCQKetlhRBKw1m-dxPz3lV8K4-jrZXmx1_2UTXgMZ2VwsNT8orvMDkMido21GCNpWo_r14DT0AkBSS2w3WV8nVe6eKSXmm5NkMlFvJE41Y0b6r2pH5NBmzq6blF4/s1600/IMG_8147.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDxQF-zU9gbTQwTD2vCQKetlhRBKw1m-dxPz3lV8K4-jrZXmx1_2UTXgMZ2VwsNT8orvMDkMido21GCNpWo_r14DT0AkBSS2w3WV8nVe6eKSXmm5NkMlFvJE41Y0b6r2pH5NBmzq6blF4/s320/IMG_8147.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Words One Never Wants to Hear After Ordering Rose: "White Zin"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Vodka
accepts this fact as we order fried green tomatoes, fried oysters,
garlic shrimp, and the roast duck. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_UvRMp5GSmZsotX6N46RbqJfwye929znt9NoTiAt2o0Bxp3s7uHll5j7eyHfgyOhT5Le14Ow3Z4TUB02iTHJEOzraYNHx9BAL54JTC1a-es_GrFpoPGoQAlekw8QFUflehcyCoZM5o4/s1600/IMG_8148.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_UvRMp5GSmZsotX6N46RbqJfwye929znt9NoTiAt2o0Bxp3s7uHll5j7eyHfgyOhT5Le14Ow3Z4TUB02iTHJEOzraYNHx9BAL54JTC1a-es_GrFpoPGoQAlekw8QFUflehcyCoZM5o4/s320/IMG_8148.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Nice, Light Meal</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMWj1cPyK657iMRHAlwO43JnFa3hxizx-qYJ2bSMEn0i3mgiPd9vDsi7TDhFJ0j_6SWxH3fOerYTw2wLWWEn_rPGG2GYJxfKOiVwWtO18xufOcWPJun7EpKm4f4TB2xg_VQfzhdsMYok/s1600/IMG_8151.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMWj1cPyK657iMRHAlwO43JnFa3hxizx-qYJ2bSMEn0i3mgiPd9vDsi7TDhFJ0j_6SWxH3fOerYTw2wLWWEn_rPGG2GYJxfKOiVwWtO18xufOcWPJun7EpKm4f4TB2xg_VQfzhdsMYok/s320/IMG_8151.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When In Doubt, Fry It</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Once the waiter departs, she takes
one sip, and then another. She wills herself to find it progressively
more pleasing, but this glass is more "wine cooler" than it is "rose."
Sheepishly, she gestures for the waiter to return and, with apology,
announces that she cannot drink this wine.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Fine, get sauvignon blanc," he says.</div>
<div>
"I don't like that," Vodka says. "I don't like white."</div>
<div>
"Rose <i>is</i> white," he announces, his once genial tone now dripping with condescension.</div>
<div>
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div>
Um,
no buddy, it's not. Rose is rose. And if there is one thing Vodka can
guarantee she has drank more of than you over the years, it is
rose.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXOx1jJUois495363ZMTbBawRHpdglL68TuCqLy9zhBpoBOFNIpBLu177IcM4S0Uzoc6jVfTwoa0CZvCTNt-Ch0ymr7fwPAu4nJ6xqm6Atw8asWi-zQX3Xk3M6Ebzae-NF4a0-SmeNgc/s1600/IMG_8349.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXOx1jJUois495363ZMTbBawRHpdglL68TuCqLy9zhBpoBOFNIpBLu177IcM4S0Uzoc6jVfTwoa0CZvCTNt-Ch0ymr7fwPAu4nJ6xqm6Atw8asWi-zQX3Xk3M6Ebzae-NF4a0-SmeNgc/s320/IMG_8349.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Thanks to New Orleans Open Container Policies, This Includes Rose To-Go</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Vodka settles for a glass of pinot noir,
and we begin picking at the day's <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-diet-french-fries-without-diet.html">fourteenth loaf of bread</a> along with our first courses. Both of our
appetizers can be described as "fried" -- that's the extent of their
memorability. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn5hG2X86GIy3t45a5j01cw-I6b5nksBBzzPKc6kd4sY6MMsboWpOj1s5P8XXlu7VbjJsE1NJ6ECDhXqBZBbGC4RFLVjQo8CDqHyiPxBjUX5DF53XJfIEvCkoWRhqWWMtZLUJl41fHH4/s1600/IMG_8149.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn5hG2X86GIy3t45a5j01cw-I6b5nksBBzzPKc6kd4sY6MMsboWpOj1s5P8XXlu7VbjJsE1NJ6ECDhXqBZBbGC4RFLVjQo8CDqHyiPxBjUX5DF53XJfIEvCkoWRhqWWMtZLUJl41fHH4/s320/IMG_8149.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Drowning in Sauce" Would Be Another Description</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Similarly, Vodka's shrimp can be summed up as "they're
shrimp." </div>
<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They Tasted About as Bland as They Look</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
Granted, we have already eaten five other meals today, so
perhaps our enthusiasm for shoving calories in our mouths is waning, but
Upperline is not so much resulting in a round of applause as a slow
clap.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEoy_8upp_FJfytxoOG49NCoKaEcjdB4c8uo142j8epGO8MORoXTXmlvbCwsYxXfqHlVWzRaZMW4GgJD3pqmrO_wB912NQ4NnmDEa8lnraj6dgZzC4YlaPDkULUhjrHc0npKKLC0s37c/s1600/IMG_8154.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEoy_8upp_FJfytxoOG49NCoKaEcjdB4c8uo142j8epGO8MORoXTXmlvbCwsYxXfqHlVWzRaZMW4GgJD3pqmrO_wB912NQ4NnmDEa8lnraj6dgZzC4YlaPDkULUhjrHc0npKKLC0s37c/s320/IMG_8154.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Far, Our Highest Compliment Is Over the Preponderance of Tiny Dishes</td></tr>
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For Vodka, it is a pleasant change of
pace to have someone else willingly order the <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate </i>
dish, as she is generally not a huge fan of duck, while Whiskey Sour is. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Convenient, Since Another Food Vodka Despises Is Sweet Potatoes</td></tr>
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The duck itself is very moist and juicy, and Whiskey Sour finds it to
be among some of the best she has had. But Vodka, still annoyed about
the wine interaction, not that into the duck, and generally underwhelmed
by the whole experience, debates the appropriate star rating.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFLL3qD1y6HrGAHULIJeLdVSfyj6__2wnMBnm7CbwzEQgtg1At1JApRMl4pkm44AVNFIeXrYzACghGBTb7Y8OivaJfYgpTYzsAG4Fy0GMXzbSx54R49i2HFrHF04RMrwu6poJxqK1S6E/s1600/IMG_8165.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFLL3qD1y6HrGAHULIJeLdVSfyj6__2wnMBnm7CbwzEQgtg1At1JApRMl4pkm44AVNFIeXrYzACghGBTb7Y8OivaJfYgpTYzsAG4Fy0GMXzbSx54R49i2HFrHF04RMrwu6poJxqK1S6E/s320/IMG_8165.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Haven't Mentioned Our Desserts, Which Sums Up Our Commentary on Them</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwuYMQPbnplj6B8rvgBocXYECmlGOkXTuhr7HiaIjWW-Qs8ZiURKtSt3CNpw1S_DUEdoAe4h6xPK_2jRqvn5cfiTC-YsnfVMu3eiUuSJ2VarxEW_Wf-74sNzn1pzI49kas3k3UD-O6jM/s1600/IMG_8166.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwuYMQPbnplj6B8rvgBocXYECmlGOkXTuhr7HiaIjWW-Qs8ZiURKtSt3CNpw1S_DUEdoAe4h6xPK_2jRqvn5cfiTC-YsnfVMu3eiUuSJ2VarxEW_Wf-74sNzn1pzI49kas3k3UD-O6jM/s320/IMG_8166.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Crumble That Our Waiter May or May Not Try to Pass Off as Rose</td></tr>
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"If someone were coming to <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a> to eat duck, I'd recommend this place," Whiskey Sour states."<br />
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"That would be a very specific request," Vodka points out. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63v7vUoF-nIVJbY8-sahvtQVHBo1fjpjmQUMfykQcod7dhC989NC6KrrzZa2W1sAa0JiCJTenzt2uITy-DufRRba2IV3ZoLOnz7roVH8GQcmcZHC2rhdIco5acz44-TDYkkz1UwoXIeg/s1600/IMG_8158.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63v7vUoF-nIVJbY8-sahvtQVHBo1fjpjmQUMfykQcod7dhC989NC6KrrzZa2W1sAa0JiCJTenzt2uITy-DufRRba2IV3ZoLOnz7roVH8GQcmcZHC2rhdIco5acz44-TDYkkz1UwoXIeg/s320/IMG_8158.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Where, Pray Tell, Would You Send Someone Looking to Eat Cornish Game Hen? </td></tr>
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Toward
the end of our meal, Upperline's own Elaine Stritch wanders back to our
table and asks, "Can I bring you some more hot bread?"</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIK-quDHegk4rSXz1JKXlYAOAF6WWuxs_SENk2WLayvEGkTU8S6lTC4pnsrkZWi7QnZInU3tO4EK7ilFj9AiIrJMWzule6s1M4t1V4Z5bUcynMdFmQMTAeCgmterDEKeFkwdIJ8f27L4/s1600/IMG_8146.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbIK-quDHegk4rSXz1JKXlYAOAF6WWuxs_SENk2WLayvEGkTU8S6lTC4pnsrkZWi7QnZInU3tO4EK7ilFj9AiIrJMWzule6s1M4t1V4Z5bUcynMdFmQMTAeCgmterDEKeFkwdIJ8f27L4/s320/IMG_8146.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Not Like the First Round Was Very Impressive</td></tr>
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<div>
And for once in our lives, we turn it down.</div>
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<i><b>Upperline's Roast Duck: 2 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-7857108483735057492020-02-26T17:47:00.002-05:002020-02-26T17:48:47.979-05:00Off the Map: Diet French Fries Without the Diet<div>
<i>Pommes Souffles -- Galatoire's, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
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Galatoire's</div>
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If
<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-bowl-of-soup-day-keeps-vampires.html">Bayona</a> is a quiet enclave within the nonsense of the French Quarter,
Galatoire's is the opposite. Galatoire's is the indoor version of the
French Quarter under the guise of a classy French restaurant.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIUlI8KqeVIZSTUqo5TdbB2g_4Uow08FTPZsa5VhE9-TeJYalNwjr9dA-qYQVZ6rwJ38denGrR_9ZqasiXhW_Xlx3Xn2e4U9w7bo_CVJwG8zVR5-SzhB3C92grB47rm605ykAahW-fLM/s1600/IMG_8086.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIUlI8KqeVIZSTUqo5TdbB2g_4Uow08FTPZsa5VhE9-TeJYalNwjr9dA-qYQVZ6rwJ38denGrR_9ZqasiXhW_Xlx3Xn2e4U9w7bo_CVJwG8zVR5-SzhB3C92grB47rm605ykAahW-fLM/s320/IMG_8086.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chaos, Thy Name Is Galatoire</td></tr>
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In
fact, when we mosey through the Bourbon Street door under the sign
labeled "Galatoire's," we are greeted by a cacophony of sound coming from the nearby bar. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxzeQYLqDq-OtDs0pXl0FtP7I9JhcitAU7UUCvP8Q-ZnMo6yPci3tCosdf7n7W3Sa71rOw79yNc1pQwivduVqdEnesL8KVC4ebU3apr3tlGrmj6BYv75YaDXl3xN5r00cPxPyhVzOuA4/s1600/IMG_8110.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJxzeQYLqDq-OtDs0pXl0FtP7I9JhcitAU7UUCvP8Q-ZnMo6yPci3tCosdf7n7W3Sa71rOw79yNc1pQwivduVqdEnesL8KVC4ebU3apr3tlGrmj6BYv75YaDXl3xN5r00cPxPyhVzOuA4/s320/IMG_8110.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Are We in the Right Place?" "WHAT?!"</td></tr>
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<div>
Vodka and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Boston%20MA">Whiskey Sour</a> attempt to check in and are told that we have a
reservation at the "original" Galatoire's, which is apparently nextdoor
and requires a ride on an elevator.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgrYz6s_UC1a0qY_vYFUAZ-Anfv5QOYxn-dboR6ptpiH603JDcL02oGpCX2xWJm9MjUnmE4sd6kn4yRetsneoD9kldpSo6ILAZYtsIs7YNOr5PRjSdHhLtKGR1J1EQrDJrW10ZReUThQ/s1600/IMG_8112.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgrYz6s_UC1a0qY_vYFUAZ-Anfv5QOYxn-dboR6ptpiH603JDcL02oGpCX2xWJm9MjUnmE4sd6kn4yRetsneoD9kldpSo6ILAZYtsIs7YNOr5PRjSdHhLtKGR1J1EQrDJrW10ZReUThQ/s320/IMG_8112.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Are You Okay with Going There?" "IS IT QUIETER?!"</td></tr>
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Once
we make it through the maze of the adjoining restaurants (hindered by
the fact that Vodka's two Bayona martinis were not exactly "weak"), we
are seated along the wall of a room that could pass for an old-fashioned
stuffy French bistro. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZoi7MMbnPsDRZ2abjPtPa11VrC9qaiNXUP47Qc5aqEMkB-s-JCgBr8Z3rirhgrNGxxdTLKOxjs0vzM-DPySTBlU66fGcrp5mD4KPiFc-MhRkDOq8HvUJ064PuNthO5Gm_vdFrZn79mI/s1600/IMG_8113.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZoi7MMbnPsDRZ2abjPtPa11VrC9qaiNXUP47Qc5aqEMkB-s-JCgBr8Z3rirhgrNGxxdTLKOxjs0vzM-DPySTBlU66fGcrp5mD4KPiFc-MhRkDOq8HvUJ064PuNthO5Gm_vdFrZn79mI/s320/IMG_8113.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, Not So Much "Bistro" as Just "Old-Fashioned"</td></tr>
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<div>
We are here to eat the pommes souffles, as
recommended by <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/John%20Besh">John Besh</a> on the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Old%20School">OLD SCHOOL</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever
Ate</i>. But despite the fact that we ate a full meal just prior to this,
we ask for not only TWO orders of the pommes souffles, but a bowl of gumbo
(Whiskey Sour) and turtle soup (Vodka).</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdX-g-cIj580US_7qvf3rYEbVLTBCHvCQ-ksmK_sM-yQjWKmmlzVdMiH-gFXCGQhG0fYs9zqEo6MpqLNFW07mzB700IT7eX3Bfrd-UehnGU9TUmFEHZI-ed-zM5xrtHWMEHlQMDjjf38/s1600/IMG_8123.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBdX-g-cIj580US_7qvf3rYEbVLTBCHvCQ-ksmK_sM-yQjWKmmlzVdMiH-gFXCGQhG0fYs9zqEo6MpqLNFW07mzB700IT7eX3Bfrd-UehnGU9TUmFEHZI-ed-zM5xrtHWMEHlQMDjjf38/s320/IMG_8123.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Vodka's Afternoon of Eating Politically Incorrect Dishes</td></tr>
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We
are also provided with a loaf of bread which, due to the alcohol
sloshing around in our systems, we quickly mop up and eagerly agree to
another... which we also eat. And then an additional one</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUtJUHjfTtIubcfpu-9zuw709sEctvYTG4zlQuVXXwwUDuA_iYn-SDjpvbMNqOgDDx0ipoP8HX44t-n7xS2CYuA0CrPYTP3XpF0dCnOW1rqzx8kynBsBsn7ErXEY-7DhyphenhyphendCuxR2tpPPs/s1600/IMG_8114.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnUtJUHjfTtIubcfpu-9zuw709sEctvYTG4zlQuVXXwwUDuA_iYn-SDjpvbMNqOgDDx0ipoP8HX44t-n7xS2CYuA0CrPYTP3XpF0dCnOW1rqzx8kynBsBsn7ErXEY-7DhyphenhyphendCuxR2tpPPs/s320/IMG_8114.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now You See It...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Qq32Hl9bTu_OeB69QpLawJfc7ZZEukBjFlqZNq9gtJbc-1ESHerYRUMvYE1EkyFh23VvGC_KCKv1I43zW2DfovTKvWUk88a6v7MjjyDWpZl8ivAfC8HASViuh_UCo4k03KGM6uRguvk/s1600/IMG_8119.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Qq32Hl9bTu_OeB69QpLawJfc7ZZEukBjFlqZNq9gtJbc-1ESHerYRUMvYE1EkyFh23VvGC_KCKv1I43zW2DfovTKvWUk88a6v7MjjyDWpZl8ivAfC8HASViuh_UCo4k03KGM6uRguvk/s320/IMG_8119.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...Now You Don't</td></tr>
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<div>
Based on some innocuous exchange with our server, Vodka quips, "I think our waitress is a weirdo." <br />
<br /></div>
<div>
"I'm sure she feels the same about us," Whiskey Sour retorts. "We just ate three loaves of bread."</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyqSpgBN6sGkrXihmFY57L3_H0Xd3g1wsoVN8F_ifoss8_hVk373mCu6Ef1jm55DbtQje-Bytqfn90B6hIuMpqa4UFqkP9go0w-IxcB8J5bTigSW5AIPg0uNfoyNjZ0RJyCe-_afEk2w/s1600/IMG_8120.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyqSpgBN6sGkrXihmFY57L3_H0Xd3g1wsoVN8F_ifoss8_hVk373mCu6Ef1jm55DbtQje-Bytqfn90B6hIuMpqa4UFqkP9go0w-IxcB8J5bTigSW5AIPg0uNfoyNjZ0RJyCe-_afEk2w/s320/IMG_8120.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Not for Nothing, but the Bread Wasn't Even That Good</td></tr>
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<div>
Overall,
our respective soups are varying degrees of "fine." </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To Our Bread-Laden Palates, They Taste Remarkably Similar</td></tr>
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<div>
They are at least
more pleasing than the pommes souffles which are simply not good. We're
not sure how it's possible to so epicly screw up French fries, but
Galatoire's has figured it out. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two Plates of DISASTER</td></tr>
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While we
had initially asked for our own orders to help soak up the day's booze (as we have now moved onto rose and chardonnay), the
reason we end up chowing down on a full week's worth of bread is that
these pommes souffles will not get the job done.</div>
<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Hello, Postmates? Can You Deliver McDonald's French Fries to Galatoire's?"</td></tr>
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<div>
They're essentially all
potato skin without any actual potato, sopping in grease and tasting
mostly of oil. They're lacking in both salt and crunch, and taste like
what someone who is on a diet would order when having a craving for
French fries (except, of course, for the matter that they are composed
primarily of grease). </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLAyauBsYNctYNYJTPNnvbBF_EYm3kX0l5Xu2kcX452hZmhoEbjUdZ7dM_GwgLHJjuGzOE-TXTTJpZZ5zs0zipTrQRxPiVz2V_lfyoUqrnYSqsXtgRn0uBenPtVUovVT960-E6Hds_VI/s1600/IMG_8130.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLAyauBsYNctYNYJTPNnvbBF_EYm3kX0l5Xu2kcX452hZmhoEbjUdZ7dM_GwgLHJjuGzOE-TXTTJpZZ5zs0zipTrQRxPiVz2V_lfyoUqrnYSqsXtgRn0uBenPtVUovVT960-E6Hds_VI/s320/IMG_8130.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Greasy Aftermath</td></tr>
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<div>
As retribution for our pommes souffles displeasure,
Vodka grabs a full handful of mints on our way out, which do little to
counteract the unfathomable amount of garlic, oil, and alcohol coating
our breath. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5V61lRLyNB7wKkT9eFLfcRF3qKAWqSElMhw-FAGaOuzsPzFfAu_nUSrhqh1DH_-xi6l_4v_55eDvWWPaL26_ZuxmOGStEOu66Ohco65w4cFXt6NX5chCxswq_WzJXdb4dg2Csw32f3I/s1600/IMG_8169.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5V61lRLyNB7wKkT9eFLfcRF3qKAWqSElMhw-FAGaOuzsPzFfAu_nUSrhqh1DH_-xi6l_4v_55eDvWWPaL26_ZuxmOGStEOu66Ohco65w4cFXt6NX5chCxswq_WzJXdb4dg2Csw32f3I/s320/IMG_8169.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bourbon Street Peacock Strut</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
We thus exit the French Quarter a little worse off than how
we entered, which is our surest sign yet that we are doing <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a>
right.</div>
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<i><b>Galatoire's Pommes Souffle: 2 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-91530414957692011982020-02-25T04:41:00.001-05:002020-02-25T04:41:35.904-05:00Off the Map: A Bowl of Soup a Day Keeps the Vampires Away<div>
<i>Garlic Soup -- Bayona, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="http://www.bayona.com/">Bayona</a></div>
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<div>
If
there is one thing Vodka and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Richmond%20VA">Whiskey Sour</a> failed to predict in their
many iterations of their <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a> itinerary, it is how UTTERLY
FREEZING they would be after a historical boat ride up and down the
Mississippi.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where's That Stifling NOLA Humidity We Keep Hearing About?</td></tr>
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<div>
Luckily for Bayona, theirs is the
next stop on our eating tour, and we are here to consume <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Simon%20Majumbar">Simon Majumbar</a>'s favorite garlic soup from the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/With%20Garlic">WITH GARLIC</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever
Ate</i>. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please Tell Us You Have Heat</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
While soup is not generally something Vodka craves, being that her
body temperature is lower than it has been throughout the entire <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20York%20NY">New York City</a> winter, it is a welcome vehicle for warmth.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank Goodness We're Not Eating Ceviche Right Now</td></tr>
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<div>
Because
we haven't eaten in a solid two hours, along with the soup, we order
the veal cutlet, the shrimp and grits, and two ample cocktails: the
Bayona martini for Vodka and the Driving Glove for Whiskey Sour.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Most Surefire Way to Increase One's Body Temperature</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Our
frozen fingertips are pleased that the soup lands in front of us almost
immediately, and it does a swell job of thawing our insides. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It Tasted Better Than It Looked, Okay?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div>
While
garlic soup does not sound like something that would necessarily be
pleasing, this variety is shockingly pleasant. In the most surefire sign
of our culinary pleasure, we begin sighing contentedly after
the first spoonful. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our Vocal Cords Tend to Reveal Our True Feelings on Any Culinary Matter</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Sprinkled with a solid helping of crunchy
garlic, the soup has much more nuance of flavor than we had been
anticipating. (Though it also causes us to exhale straight garlic for
the rest of the day.) </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shocking That the Entire Place Does Not Reek of Garlic Breath</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Both of our entrees
are also quite tasty (read: warm), but the thing we find most lovely
about Bayona is, despite the chaotic surroundings happening directly
outside, it is a welcome, quiet refuge from the French Quarter
shenanigans.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whiskey Sour's First Shrimp Head Experience</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vodka's Politically Incorrect Meat</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scenic Patio Which We're Too Cold to Make Use Of</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Still relishing the novelty of
New Orleans's open container policies, Vodka asks for a second Bayona
martini to go, and we stumble back into the chaos warmer, drunker, and
thus significantly more in line with the riffraff surrounding us.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The French Quarter's Version of "Water"</td></tr>
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<i><b>Bayona's Garlic Soup: 4 stars</b></i></div>
Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-26967461440420768792020-02-24T18:44:00.001-05:002020-02-24T18:44:14.002-05:00Off the Map: The Muffletta That Divided a Nation<div>
<i>Muffaletta -- Johnny's Po Boys, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
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<a href="https://www.yelp.com/biz/johnnys-po-boys-new-orleans">Johnny's Po Boys</a></div>
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The one thing you need to know about the muffaletta is that Ginger hates it.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HATES. IT.</td></tr>
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During
her own trip to <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a> many moons ago, she stumbled upon Johnny's
Po Boys and dutifully ordered the sandwich, recommended by <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Scott%20Conant">Scott Conant</a>
on the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans">NEW ORLEANS</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>. Needless to say, it did not go well.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Restaurant That Launched a Thousand Olive-Based Grievances</td></tr>
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Not
only did Ginger complain about it at the time, but she has spent the
subsequent years rehashing what a waste of time and calories the
"monstrosity" (her word) was. Naturally, for all of these reasons, Vodka is DYING to try it, just to see what Ginger has been bellyaching about all this time.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preparing to Be Horrified</td></tr>
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And guys? The muffaletta is delicious. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beginning to Question the Trustworthiness of Ginger's Tastebuds</td></tr>
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Stumbling into Johnny's Po Boys for the day's <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-worst-case-scenario-we-end-up.html">second breakfast</a>, Vodka and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Texas">Whiskey Sour</a> find the place bustling with
a mostly local, mostly male contingent. When we place our order for one
muffaletta, we are confronted with the baffling question: toasted or
cold cuts? Ummmm. Which one will not result in the version that left
Ginger ranting and raving for a decade?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because We Want That One</td></tr>
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Our
cashier recommends the toasted option, and we settle against the wall to
wait, taking note of the beverage display, where alcohol is being sold
directly next to the orange juice.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Love a Place That Serves Breakfast Booze</td></tr>
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Just like
our friends at <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2020/02/off-map-save-your-beads-new-orleans.html">Restaurant August</a>, Johnny's Po Boys kindly splits our
sandwich in half and gives us each our own plate. Thankfully, we only
ordered one, as the muffaletta is enormous. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good Thing This Is Today's Last Planned Breakfast...</td></tr>
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Stacked high with various
deli meats of the salami and ham varieties, it is enclosed between two
giant pieces of circular sesame bread. Melted cheese oozes out the
sides, holding all the components together, while an olive salad
peeks out between the layers.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And More Often Than Not, Falls Out the Sides</td></tr>
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Diving in for our
first bites, we are understandably skeptical. Based on our shoddy
memories, we believe the main component that Ginger was railing against
were the olives, and granted, one does need to enjoy olives in order to
like this sandwich. However, Vodka is far from an olive connoisseur (she
mostly likes them just in her martinis), but she is not offended by
them in this capacity. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Olives Best Served Stirred, Not Shaken</td></tr>
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At first, we are impressed by the muffaletta
mostly because of how much we expected to hate it. But after we later
wind up at the bitter end of a multi-hour boat cruise, cold and
starving, Vodka wishes she had packed the remainder of her sandwich to
go, thus proving it to be even more pleasing after some time away.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Makes for a Perfect Breakfast and/or Midnight Snack</td></tr>
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Of
course, that opinion stands in stark contrast to Ginger's, where
distance has only made her muffaletta-hating heart more hostile. Which
maybe proves that all culinary delights are in
the eyes, and the tastebuds, of the beholder.</div>
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<i><b>Johnny's Po Boys's Muffaletta: 4 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-21009479529086167012020-02-20T06:20:00.003-05:002020-02-20T06:22:18.856-05:00Off the Map: Worst Case Scenario -- We End Up with Multiple Donuts<div>
<i>Beignets and Chicory Coffee -- Cafe Beignet, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
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<a href="https://www.cafebeignet.com/">Cafe Beignet</a></div>
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Before
arriving in <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a>, if asked how many famous cafes there are in
the French Quarter who are specifically known for their beignets, Vodka
an <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Memphis%20TN">Whiskey Sour</a> would have answered "one": Cafe du Monde. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Point Us in the Direction of the Fried Dough</td></tr>
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In fact, even
after researching the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans">NEW ORLEANS</a> <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> locales and
discovering that <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Alton%20Brown">Alton Brown</a> recommended a cafe serving beignets and
chicory coffee, and even after writing the name of said cafe on the
itinerary, it still does not dawn on us that we are going anywhere other
than Cafe du Monde.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seven Minutes Into Our First Full Day in New Orleans, and Naturally, We Are Confused</td></tr>
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We are not. We are going to a location called Cafe Beignet.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, Fancy Seeing You Here</td></tr>
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Our
confusion is only heightened when Ginger sends a decree to Vodka with
the recommendation to "preserve ample time for consuming beignets at
Cafe Beaumont." Beaumont?! How many cafes does this place have?</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Many Donuts, So Little Time</td></tr>
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As
we are walking out of our hotel en route to Cafe Whatever, Vodka is
frantically googling to see which of the 97 beignet options we are
actually supposed to be eating. ("Worst case scenario," Whiskey Sour
pipes up in the midst of this, "we end up with multiple donuts.")</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Also Multiple Breakfast Cocktails</td></tr>
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Finding
that our itinerary was right all along, we head off to Cafe Beignet at
7:45am, as we have been led to believe they open at 8:00am. When we
arrive, we find the place already packed, meaning that for the 2.5 hours
we have been awake twiddling our thumbs (thank you, time change), we
could have been eating donuts.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a Wasted Pastry-Based Opportunity</td></tr>
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Thankfully, we
are still able to snag a table as we await our delivery of three
beignets and one chicory coffee. As Whiskey Sour notes, the place is
"not one for dishware," as the cafe is awash in disposable products,
most laden with powdered sugar. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BYOP = Bring Your Own Plate</td></tr>
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Thankfully, our beignets arrive within
minutes, and we dive in with the ravenous hunger of people who hadn't
downed multiple bowls of gnocchi mere hours before.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Enjoy Dough in All Forms</td></tr>
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And these beignets, they are quite good.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Second-Best Kind of Cheersing</td></tr>
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Not
as sweet as we had been expecting (in a very good way), they have an
excellent texture: doughy but not heavy, and fried to perfection. The
cake itself is buttery by sight, and even with the onslaught of
sugar, the whole affair is surprisingly light. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good Thing, Because This Is Only Our FIRST Scheduled Breakfast of the Day</td></tr>
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At
first, just because the beignets didn't produce the same immediate gut
reaction that the gnocchi had, we're tempted to give them <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/4%20stars">4 stars</a>,
figuring that should we return to New Orleans, we'd want to try one of
the other cafe's varieties instead. But after seeing (albeit not
tasting) Cafe du Monde's donuts, we're persuaded to think that Cafe
Beignet's really might be preferable. And plus, we find ourselves
thinking about them multiple times throughout the coming days, bemoaning
the fact that we hadn't stashed away an order for later.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always Take Coffee, Booze, and Donuts To Go</td></tr>
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For
better or worse, Vodka's only previous beignet experience was in the
Port Orleans hotel of Disney World, and for obvious reasons, Cafe
Beignet's blows the theme park version out of the fryer. They are
especially great when cut with the bitterness of the cup of coffee, and
as Whiskey Sour finds upon dousing her face with a handful of the
leftover sugar, the beignets truly are good to the last crumb.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And The Coffee Good to the Last Drop</td></tr>
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Perhaps proving that any day that begins with a fistful of donuts really is the best case scenario come to life.</div>
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<i><b>Cafe Beignet's Beignets and Chicory Coffee: 5 stars*</b></i></div>
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<i><b>*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-621381230443119462020-02-18T19:09:00.001-05:002020-02-18T19:11:36.422-05:00Off the Map: Save Your Beads, New Orleans; We'll Take Your Gnocchi<div>
<i>Potato Gnocchi with Blue Crab and Perigold Truffle -- Restaurant August, New Orleans, LA</i></div>
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<a href="https://www.restaurantaugust.com/">Restaurant August</a></div>
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At
long last, Vodka and her friend, <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Charlotte%20NC">Whiskey Sour</a>, have made it to <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20Orleans%20LA">New Orleans</a>. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Better Late Than... Really, Really Late</td></tr>
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As seemingly the last two adults in our
social circles who have yet to descend upon the Big Easy, we have
arrived in <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Louisiana">Louisiana</a> armed with a packed itinerary full of
recommendations, must-dos, and a lengthy <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> list.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay, NOLA, Show Us What You've Got</td></tr>
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Our
first stop, within mere minutes of arriving, is Restaurant August,
which is blessedly located a stone's-throw from our hotel. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But Never Fear - We Still Got Lost Getting Here</td></tr>
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Boasting a
9:00pm reservation (which, with the time change, makes it 4.5 hours
after Vodka's preferred dinner time), we settle into enjoy the potato
gnocchi with blue crab and perigold truffle, as raved about by <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Aaron%20Sanchez">Aaron Sanchez</a> on the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/In%20a%20Bowl">IN A BOWL</a> episode of the show. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Classy Place, Sorry for Mucking It Up With Our Presence</td></tr>
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But
first thing's first: this is New Orleans after all, and we need a drink
stat. Abiding by the theory that the second-cheapest bottle of wine on
the menu is actually the worst, we splurge for the number one
least-expensive bottle of rose. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Other Words, the Cheapest</td></tr>
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Moments after toasting our long-awaited
trip, as our amuse bouche, we are each gifted with a hollowed out egg shell stuffed with some
sort of parmesan cream, and amuse us it does. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJyGImY2xPe-Ai6AsumIYiqcHAPaxRawFKnrOKJ6O-EW-2O-2Ec3sI_0joOL3VTnmkhCQnmDIbHnOouHiDxuIBttSd0WU8HD8soMBWyHblIv9Y3IN81E01VBosmlexqKt1NCIEllrZGk/s1600/IMG_7918.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJyGImY2xPe-Ai6AsumIYiqcHAPaxRawFKnrOKJ6O-EW-2O-2Ec3sI_0joOL3VTnmkhCQnmDIbHnOouHiDxuIBttSd0WU8HD8soMBWyHblIv9Y3IN81E01VBosmlexqKt1NCIEllrZGk/s320/IMG_7918.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, Aren't You the Cutest?</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
We
are just barely above cracking the shell open in order to lick out each
morsel of delicacy within. In fact, we are so overwhelmed by this start
to the meal that when the busboy comes to clear our places, Whiskey Sour
hands him her solitary empty egg shell, seemingly forgetting how plates
work.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Mh7GNJ0OYgOevM9Wcb0hn4rI7SlaeP9VZeNIYXz-GGx9mfm6uXOZJfqIRfzTg3O61rYV06Rsph93dMSq3t1-eYfzCkXZJ5XDh1Rze2Gh4QqiWQ4G_o1zjMkNMSgCU8Kal-_G2E7SqVs/s1600/IMG_8337.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Mh7GNJ0OYgOevM9Wcb0hn4rI7SlaeP9VZeNIYXz-GGx9mfm6uXOZJfqIRfzTg3O61rYV06Rsph93dMSq3t1-eYfzCkXZJ5XDh1Rze2Gh4QqiWQ4G_o1zjMkNMSgCU8Kal-_G2E7SqVs/s320/IMG_8337.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Do You Guys Have Free Refills?"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Next
comes a pre-split portion of Caesar salad with prosciutto (throughout
the meal, Restaurant August is extremely accommodating about cutting our
portions in two so we don't end up eating Lady and the Tramp-style). </div>
<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oHcIA29EaIr_VcqKgDYp5OJk1wLXl_GTbaEPuT0pV-zmtIvM0oTjEr_TeZx6uSeW_ZYlqTjXo_pcO9KbPd3ryrrYhdS50Ishk2SaCkEc6zEMcbGJQPFWC7j2XuI1RHyaHfEq0wXJUlw/s1600/IMG_7921.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7oHcIA29EaIr_VcqKgDYp5OJk1wLXl_GTbaEPuT0pV-zmtIvM0oTjEr_TeZx6uSeW_ZYlqTjXo_pcO9KbPd3ryrrYhdS50Ishk2SaCkEc6zEMcbGJQPFWC7j2XuI1RHyaHfEq0wXJUlw/s320/IMG_7921.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Like They Knew We'd Make a Debacle Out of Having to Share a Plate</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
While the salad is scrumptious, it is not the reason we are here. In
fact, the gnocchi is the only part of the meal we asked for two of,
lest we have to share any bit of it with the other. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBAuVDy8QE6oTCMoLpSoXNxYMfH1WA0EBuDLdnFs3AWkjMUQj1iwXh1MsYKsRioSZ1j7fCyi3hYnVKQKCIGm5wJU-9fL09BSmlk6vJXckITVIfnIAHHVJSXGeAi7aWjtZbABbWsnLSSo/s1600/IMG_7923.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBAuVDy8QE6oTCMoLpSoXNxYMfH1WA0EBuDLdnFs3AWkjMUQj1iwXh1MsYKsRioSZ1j7fCyi3hYnVKQKCIGm5wJU-9fL09BSmlk6vJXckITVIfnIAHHVJSXGeAi7aWjtZbABbWsnLSSo/s320/IMG_7923.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">KEEP YOUR FORK ON YOUR SIDE OF THE TABLE</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
When it
arrives, it is every bit as decadent-looking as Aaron Sanchez had
described. Small, perfectly formed gnocchi are topped by pieces of
crab, layers of truffle, and a heavy offering of creamy sauce.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcyRxtoF52LdcK1eCqfudWhLJqHvRvxQDlD2RQbg56xrM3C9lf9Y4olUgpIEs7J2HZqZaEFolPvU0EIkQg1twb93VuZULPL3jJ4QM2DsnfXyl4AvkxokEpsa8MRrtbkjPXGD_whBQUrA/s1600/IMG_7924.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcyRxtoF52LdcK1eCqfudWhLJqHvRvxQDlD2RQbg56xrM3C9lf9Y4olUgpIEs7J2HZqZaEFolPvU0EIkQg1twb93VuZULPL3jJ4QM2DsnfXyl4AvkxokEpsa8MRrtbkjPXGD_whBQUrA/s320/IMG_7924.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not Just In a Bowl, but PERFECTION In a Bowl</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
The minute the first forkfuls hit our watering mouths, we are moaning.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPyiLca6Iw7K0epdrJ0Neb3nc5AHrG3avZWtFLOVrVh5wvBNMJG-KUoB92ikM-sGSg4UlPvSpr9T39QQ3PyH5iY41XdpfUdeJ_shoyhdtOiVsgPFn1VHIkwTN-3sjdDG2T0cr_wR4yHU/s1600/IMG_7925.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPyiLca6Iw7K0epdrJ0Neb3nc5AHrG3avZWtFLOVrVh5wvBNMJG-KUoB92ikM-sGSg4UlPvSpr9T39QQ3PyH5iY41XdpfUdeJ_shoyhdtOiVsgPFn1VHIkwTN-3sjdDG2T0cr_wR4yHU/s320/IMG_7925.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Like to Provide Our Own Soundtrack</td></tr>
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<div>
The
dish is truly exquisite in both presentation and flavor: rich but not
overwhelming, with a lovely assortment of textures and tastes. Within
the pasta and truffle cream, the crab becomes almost an afterthought,
but it also cuts through the preponderance of dairy to add a touch of
brine. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrGGtzaj7rhKvFkZdr6WEFf6QeUBRO4cc_-_BDulzPUPdZi6w2vRXjkjgiztcZeI8HS3dXP9wpO_86qbd0SEo5IIFAcpL0VXTLhYZFomZIW2U2xXVSd6nb3q3yQWXK-mdZArM8epoCoE/s1600/IMG_7926.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrGGtzaj7rhKvFkZdr6WEFf6QeUBRO4cc_-_BDulzPUPdZi6w2vRXjkjgiztcZeI8HS3dXP9wpO_86qbd0SEo5IIFAcpL0VXTLhYZFomZIW2U2xXVSd6nb3q3yQWXK-mdZArM8epoCoE/s320/IMG_7926.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Real Mardi Gras Celebration</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
</div>
<div>
If anything, we think Restaurant August should serve this as an
entree, rather than as an appetizer, because we definitely could have eaten
more of it (and, two days later, we do).</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kdemBxIoxCoZb9FpoYhlkFPRcd4AR0rw3vEQe8jhzT-aZvtQ6OjWGTGAM6rvjHu8Bw4cB009fdfXMuVISv54w0XlCPyJm5p1sFgpDpfICO-tPbTyGe-a6yIq8IBCyAa47iSRmOY9ndI/s1600/IMG_8339.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kdemBxIoxCoZb9FpoYhlkFPRcd4AR0rw3vEQe8jhzT-aZvtQ6OjWGTGAM6rvjHu8Bw4cB009fdfXMuVISv54w0XlCPyJm5p1sFgpDpfICO-tPbTyGe-a6yIq8IBCyAa47iSRmOY9ndI/s320/IMG_8339.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But More on That Story Later</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We
use the remainder of our bread (which is also superb) to sop up the
rest of the sauce before our next course arrives: a scallop dish which
is a) also delicious and b) also split in half.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpLMIQCeav6DagHoTv3-TkYvgdiDLm6v7KWUJ0rO7hY3VWTCEw0ALL0QwaoyaJ5Eqy3RDFiD1_IluTuEEGJ0ftfI5fs4onaYjxeFmDwG_yKZV6vcxEhMMEsl-sJW7TnzxlT14aYCAhlo/s1600/IMG_7927.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpLMIQCeav6DagHoTv3-TkYvgdiDLm6v7KWUJ0rO7hY3VWTCEw0ALL0QwaoyaJ5Eqy3RDFiD1_IluTuEEGJ0ftfI5fs4onaYjxeFmDwG_yKZV6vcxEhMMEsl-sJW7TnzxlT14aYCAhlo/s320/IMG_7927.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Rather Hefty Portion, Considering This Is Only Half of It</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
By
the time dessert rolls around, we are too full to function, but not too
full for Vodka to ask if we can get one scoop of brown butter ice
cream. Again, to our waiter's great credit, he does not so much as blink
at this request, though he also does not deign to carve the scoop in
two.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIHq_HRXoP2qx3JHYlR4BrBgnxgc9rne6e81o6kB581PpFX0Th9mvxTGFaIkV-tdMRSCKwl1WJcWbFDEK1ZoThr_Roe2fztueMI9H3fV90mWEmSL8XV0_8dcoDuvbra4s8KMvaixVK6k/s1600/IMG_7929.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIHq_HRXoP2qx3JHYlR4BrBgnxgc9rne6e81o6kB581PpFX0Th9mvxTGFaIkV-tdMRSCKwl1WJcWbFDEK1ZoThr_Roe2fztueMI9H3fV90mWEmSL8XV0_8dcoDuvbra4s8KMvaixVK6k/s320/IMG_7929.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sugar Sphere</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
As
parting gifts, we receive two miniature key lime pies and pralines,
along with to-go cups with which to consume the remainder of our rose. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX7DRTCzRX2WLV8EFV7_zqlYBHriyXuGUYxHnXnHEbx_Z9fu7u2fUvPt4ZOeT43nwQr5cZYy_nvUiNsvQu1ce8w2cdUyi3SNkoAMpRQ3GV5aM8w29TI6tOacaqEUbAhZjCHx8c5tHcUI8/s1600/IMG_7930.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX7DRTCzRX2WLV8EFV7_zqlYBHriyXuGUYxHnXnHEbx_Z9fu7u2fUvPt4ZOeT43nwQr5cZYy_nvUiNsvQu1ce8w2cdUyi3SNkoAMpRQ3GV5aM8w29TI6tOacaqEUbAhZjCHx8c5tHcUI8/s320/IMG_7930.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Should Have Brought a Cooler for Easy Transport</td></tr>
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<div>
In sum, the worst part about Restaurant August is that it has set our expectations for New Orleans almost unobtainably high. The
location, service, ambiance, beverages, and food here are nothing short
of splendid, and it is a place we continue to think of fondly throughout
our trip.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-X-O-ky06oEmcgWDoTytjji7A1cYYED-jVDWt-WaLRd3GUp9_-IuYb307ln5aScsQyIStNEkWb7sXEvnEWG6WQbokinFGiCoBCmDsY0cZJxCbIyMJHVw6Nr0pskYneo7i3tlmqs_jxII/s1600/IMG_7936.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-X-O-ky06oEmcgWDoTytjji7A1cYYED-jVDWt-WaLRd3GUp9_-IuYb307ln5aScsQyIStNEkWb7sXEvnEWG6WQbokinFGiCoBCmDsY0cZJxCbIyMJHVw6Nr0pskYneo7i3tlmqs_jxII/s320/IMG_7936.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asking for a Cocktail Doggie Bag Will Never NOT Be Amazing</td></tr>
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<div>
Now, if only they made roadie cups for gnocchi to accompany our takeout rose.</div>
<div>
<i><b><br /></b></i></div>
<div>
<i><b>Restaurant August's
Potato Gnocchi with Blue Crab and Perigold Truffle: 5 stars*</b></i></div>
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<i><b><br /></b></i></div>
<i><b>*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-88464042072826428682019-12-19T07:04:00.002-05:002019-12-19T07:04:34.211-05:00Off the Map: After All That, We Forgot the Pickles<div>
<i>Fried Pickle Chips -- Blue Ridge Grill, Atlanta, GA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="http://blueridgegrill.com/">Blue Ridge Grill</a></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Blue
Ridge Grill looks more like a lodge out of the hills of Vermont than it
does a restaurant across from an <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Atlanta%20GA">Atlanta</a> strip mall. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauKe9-3xzgKohsXshDjn9AgJ_nVkEjugtCy2TJjvGcorF0oPQH3tcltHJyB7F3OXoUBxUIEU7OW3X-Bm0PcfFzVvD3sXPcKQhqlAA27WrYuYBwhbD-3ZvTeT5hzHoqohT87wgYkvisMI/s1600/IMG_5624.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgauKe9-3xzgKohsXshDjn9AgJ_nVkEjugtCy2TJjvGcorF0oPQH3tcltHJyB7F3OXoUBxUIEU7OW3X-Bm0PcfFzVvD3sXPcKQhqlAA27WrYuYBwhbD-3ZvTeT5hzHoqohT87wgYkvisMI/s320/IMG_5624.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come for the Food, Stay for the View</td></tr>
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<div>
Despite this
dichotomy, the place is packed when Vodka and her friends, <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Baltimore%20MD">Bloody Mary </a>
and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Savannah%20GA">Sazerac</a>, arrive at 8:00pm... meaning we don't get seated for nearly a
half hour.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0QSBYInEr1hvpxLq_k70V5m2ulitXGmOboh9irWIVTpxhyphenhyphenEVfzTqCfxKijOI9B0RLnehEHF0dgThQ0bOvM2XZwUPdua6Z3IFxXAWkPgYVB_g4sbzFIz3COiVy5mi8r33pWEMXa3JRiw/s1600/IMG_5603.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA0QSBYInEr1hvpxLq_k70V5m2ulitXGmOboh9irWIVTpxhyphenhyphenEVfzTqCfxKijOI9B0RLnehEHF0dgThQ0bOvM2XZwUPdua6Z3IFxXAWkPgYVB_g4sbzFIz3COiVy5mi8r33pWEMXa3JRiw/s320/IMG_5603.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Heaven Knows How Patient Vodka Is When Her Cocktails Are Delayed</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We
are here to eat the fried pickle chips, as praised by <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Alton%20Brown">Alton Brown</a> on
the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Finger%20Food">FINGER FOOD</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>. However, by the time
we are actually seated, the only thing we can concentrate on ordering is
our booze, and it is not until the waiter has walked away from
our table that <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Las%20Vegas%20NV">Bloody Mary</a> correctly realizes that, in her sober stupor,
Vodka has forgotten to order said pickle chips.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">YES I WILL HAVE A MARTINI PLEASE HURRY</td></tr>
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Once
this mistake is corrected, and our palms are soothingly wrapped around cocktail glasses, we find the pickles to be just as pleasing as Alton had
promised. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How Cucumbers Were Meant to be Eaten</td></tr>
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</div>
<div>
Cut thinly and coated with a solid, but not overwhelming,
amount of batter, they are fried to perfection and accompanied by a
buttermilk dipping sauce. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finger Food You Can Eat by the Fistful</td></tr>
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<div>
Even though the item is not technically on the
menu, we find that nearly every table in the vicinity is chowing down
on them, which begs the question as to why Blue Ridge Grill continues to
keep their pickles under wraps.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Also Begs the Question Why Atlanta Likes to Treat Their Best Dishes Like a <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2019/12/off-map-southern-pub-comfort.html">Speakeasy</a></td></tr>
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The rest of
our meal is good, if unremarkable. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Other Words, Vodka Doesn't Remember What We Ate</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps These Photos Will Ring Some Bells</td></tr>
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</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Or Not</td></tr>
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<div>
Along with the pickles, the personal
highly for Vodka is that her dirty martinis are accompanied by blue
cheese-stuffed olives, and the chocolate mints that arrive with our
check. Notably these are both things that Vodka did not have to remember
to order.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnETxTVEmo-gs4SjbrNGMatL_J4vVcs49eAlix1OwVcLyEFGPQ9z3l74VBXnBl2QPyWIjs74X9jbPZdS5UBzYn3odfyStS1sxjoqDfGZoI-VH0k9mfuFTmdiMGV6N_3mEL1U_UKIxZO9k/s1600/IMG_5623.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnETxTVEmo-gs4SjbrNGMatL_J4vVcs49eAlix1OwVcLyEFGPQ9z3l74VBXnBl2QPyWIjs74X9jbPZdS5UBzYn3odfyStS1sxjoqDfGZoI-VH0k9mfuFTmdiMGV6N_3mEL1U_UKIxZO9k/s320/IMG_5623.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please Just Bring Vodka the Things She Likes Unprompted</td></tr>
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<div>
Perhaps the secret pickle chips should take note.</div>
<div>
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<i><b>Blue Ridge Grill's Fried Pickle Chips: 4 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-30207488325290393912019-12-18T18:52:00.000-05:002019-12-18T18:52:00.423-05:00Off the Map: Southern Pub Comfort<div>
<i>Burger -- Holeman & Finch Public House, Atlanta, GA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="https://www.holeman-finch.com/">Holeman & Finch Public House</a></div>
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By the time we arrive for our first meal in Atlanta, the restaurant is practically closed.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not Exactly Keeping NYC Hours in the Peach State</td></tr>
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Boasting
the last reservation of the evening, we wander into the joint at
9:00pm... and proceed to stay, downing cocktails like water, until deep
into the Georgia night. </div>
<div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJfq77s43yCQzxs1t1nG2X5jOXcJ-ixO4m8ixpB1kDb7H2bnKQ6zX2aosAR3fkl4cJ8eTyUA0hwAPftiDH3qZbA_-mcVEvOc23jsJbxt8l0hId9kdQQ1AV8jzT9p70k3LT9SJICQjJpc/s1600/IMG_5477.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJfq77s43yCQzxs1t1nG2X5jOXcJ-ixO4m8ixpB1kDb7H2bnKQ6zX2aosAR3fkl4cJ8eTyUA0hwAPftiDH3qZbA_-mcVEvOc23jsJbxt8l0hId9kdQQ1AV8jzT9p70k3LT9SJICQjJpc/s320/IMG_5477.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Not Even Noon Somewhere: Getting Escorted from Closing Restaurants Since 2011</td></tr>
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The first plus of Holeman & Finch's Public
House is that they don't appear to find this behavior remotely
off-putting. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZM3mnNflOxV4wH4BujmBQ34-xVzdMZYwwsaB8VbbztFvEcOG4Irz5GRqsAYswEL3WL9bkjljvdTbWHy5Uq4_hFNXUuwHL5LL7PmOoIlrfILmt3-pQjKGC8IWNIkFd51SoW4rAdyfL_E/s1600/IMG_5469.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZM3mnNflOxV4wH4BujmBQ34-xVzdMZYwwsaB8VbbztFvEcOG4Irz5GRqsAYswEL3WL9bkjljvdTbWHy5Uq4_hFNXUuwHL5LL7PmOoIlrfILmt3-pQjKGC8IWNIkFd51SoW4rAdyfL_E/s320/IMG_5469.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Though This Guy Seems a Bit Judgy</td></tr>
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The second plus is that their burger, as recommended by
<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Anne%20Burrell">Anne Burrell</a> on the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Burgers">BURGERS</a> episode of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i>, really is
as good as advertised.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8ITWdcqdF6olaKYgozzS7h8DoDRRFiIyuAJSh-WzQGhCxow9LUlprz6jTS-5AOfp_dQNmbmz6DwRePHVywNvKTLUzkkEoSBSka3vRq7s2BZgLxKuLFfinbYlq2z6lSocQtZwnBskbJQ/s1600/IMG_5486.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8ITWdcqdF6olaKYgozzS7h8DoDRRFiIyuAJSh-WzQGhCxow9LUlprz6jTS-5AOfp_dQNmbmz6DwRePHVywNvKTLUzkkEoSBSka3vRq7s2BZgLxKuLFfinbYlq2z6lSocQtZwnBskbJQ/s320/IMG_5486.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Midnight Snack, Beef Edition</td></tr>
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<div>
It seems that back in
the day, the burger was only available in limited quantities, and only
served after 10:00pm. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNwPFVpbcv3Ebj9DKfxRhG1uB0OaRu4MfKKTZ0hYDwaGhJeF9h27yWoF46jNnGL3jwKENyFWzoT0Wgnq-uvGepHd2CuBwSBTWB6GsrF80fF3GNG4qkK8BFH0rXCvfAsnyE6pYrSR2joI/s1600/IMG_5487.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCNwPFVpbcv3Ebj9DKfxRhG1uB0OaRu4MfKKTZ0hYDwaGhJeF9h27yWoF46jNnGL3jwKENyFWzoT0Wgnq-uvGepHd2CuBwSBTWB6GsrF80fF3GNG4qkK8BFH0rXCvfAsnyE6pYrSR2joI/s320/IMG_5487.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why Keep Such Majesty a Secret?</td></tr>
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<div>
It's not clear when Holeman & Finch came to
their senses and added it to their menu full-time, but Atlanta should be
glad that they did.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bird's-Eye Views of Burgers Are Never as Impressive</td></tr>
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Vodka is visiting the
Peach State along with her friends, <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Baltimore%20MD">Bloody Mary</a> and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Savannah%20GA">Sazerac</a>, and between
the three of us, we give the restaurant's extensive cocktail menu a
thorough tasting. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvsiI10FT6B6P-O7dJQodUZrFUpROBi_iqbFdC_XTv9wUUGlRyBlAYiDHcR9mMHlmj76dHV0wjy93MnyxQJpDYUQtO-fUwgb2C0QZetn5mVMf-oyYUUNo_qRGIRn0WLO2a0ueUs7i8K0/s1600/IMG_5474.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvsiI10FT6B6P-O7dJQodUZrFUpROBi_iqbFdC_XTv9wUUGlRyBlAYiDHcR9mMHlmj76dHV0wjy93MnyxQJpDYUQtO-fUwgb2C0QZetn5mVMf-oyYUUNo_qRGIRn0WLO2a0ueUs7i8K0/s320/IMG_5474.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We'll Take One of Each Please</td></tr>
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<div>
While making our way through our first glasses, we
chow down on an order of three deviled eggs, which come in bacon,
pickle, and spicy varieties (frankly, they all pretty much taste like eggs). </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quite the Curly Yolk Application</td></tr>
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<div>
While Vodka and Sazerac request the burger,
Bloody Mary chooses the shrimp toast, along with, inexplicably, a side
of squash. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Things Vodka Has Never Once Voluntarily Chosen to Order: Squash</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jumbo Shrimp</td></tr>
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What makes the burger stand
out, as opposed to the typical pub variety, is that it double-stacks two
patties, instead of serving one thick slab of meat. The beef is layered
with slices of cheese, red onions, and ample pickles, and all together,
it is quite delicious. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Don't) Hold the Pickles, (Don't) Hold the Relish</td></tr>
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In a comparison we mean as the highest
compliment, the burger has an upscale-fast-food quality, along the
lines of a Shake Shack or In-N-Out. The meat is tender but not juicy,
thus rendering it easier to eat, and no less pleasing. Overall, the
burger really is as tasty as promised, if not overly memorable.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How's That for a Back-Handed Compliment?</td></tr>
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Though
perhaps we should blame that quality less on the burger itself, and
more on the multitude of cocktails that washed it down.</div>
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<i><b>Holeman & Finch Public House's Burger: 4 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-56213832874454121992019-04-01T15:33:00.002-04:002019-04-01T15:35:23.692-04:00Off the Map: Walking Around the Drive-In<div>
<i>BBQ Chicken -- Bar-B-Q King, Charlotte, NC</i></div>
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<a href="https://www.yelp.com/biz/bar-b-q-king-charlotte">Bar-B-Q King</a></div>
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If you've never been lost within the confines of a fast food restaurant, you've never vacationed with Vodka.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This Statement is True for Both the Upper- and Lower-Case Versions of "Vodka"</td></tr>
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Twenty
minutes after landing at the <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Charlotte%20NC">Charlotte</a> International Airport, Vodka and
her <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Dallas%20TX">college roommate</a>, Whiskey Sour, can be found staring helplessly at a
blank wall within Bar-B-Q King, searching for a menu, an employee,
and/or any clue as to what we are supposed to do next.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpfTdCx2M-n6gu0brln2ypy3i7lJhAhRccLHMjvdcPH554j1OospPkQ_ieQ69CR_nzV-xWP0D-jFAuT3HsJA_D99q_3n_CQBaEH8jpCQoFuX0b7Tz4t_VPdCTMQ3IPDVCGIDPMXa700I/s1600/IMG_0496.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpfTdCx2M-n6gu0brln2ypy3i7lJhAhRccLHMjvdcPH554j1OospPkQ_ieQ69CR_nzV-xWP0D-jFAuT3HsJA_D99q_3n_CQBaEH8jpCQoFuX0b7Tz4t_VPdCTMQ3IPDVCGIDPMXa700I/s320/IMG_0496.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're People Who Need GPS for INSIDE a Store</td></tr>
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Before
long, a sheriff, who is inexplicably stationed within the
establishment, implores us to round the corner in order to find the
cashier, which is where we can place our order for <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Guy%20Fieri">Guy Fieri</a>'s chosen
<i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/All%20American">ALL AMERICAN</a> dish, the BBQ chicken.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherNx6E2wSILVu52_o-VFGAYkn6r8iMJRid2oBei7SWC_SR1JAjrlujSubsIJQJMhpT4blrXYQIUX4v2vHBaIHqObeCJrjHJqoAFUwE0Bmjz92hg21pUtfvXcmHo-V2OCN6nq_NTgyESY/s1600/IMG_0515.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEherNx6E2wSILVu52_o-VFGAYkn6r8iMJRid2oBei7SWC_SR1JAjrlujSubsIJQJMhpT4blrXYQIUX4v2vHBaIHqObeCJrjHJqoAFUwE0Bmjz92hg21pUtfvXcmHo-V2OCN6nq_NTgyESY/s320/IMG_0515.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Personally, We Find Onion Rings More American, but Okay</td></tr>
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It
appears that we are not actually supposed to be inside Bar-B-Q King at all, since every other patron has remained in his or her
car, having their provisions fetched for them, Sonic-style, by employees
who have worked here longer than we've been alive. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Literally, They've Regaled Us with Their Employment Histories</td></tr>
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In contrast, our Lyft driver
is loitering somewhere within the parking lot, holding our luggage and
dignity hostage, as we await our takeout order.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're Going to Sue Guy If We Lose Our Backup Jeans on Account of His Chicken Choice</td></tr>
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Overwhelmed
by the menu before us, we place an order for two BBQ combo trays and
one Thursday BBQ special, figuring this will give us the chance to
sample much of what Bar-B-Q King has to offer.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We'd Appreciate a Better Picture-to-Text Ratio</td></tr>
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Three giant boxes of steaming fried food later, we realize the possible error of our ways.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A BBQ Meal Fit for Kings, So to Speak</td></tr>
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Perhaps
due to a combination of the quantity, the leisurely pace of Southern
efficiency, and our growing angst that our rideshare driver is about to
make haste with our underwear, it takes an exceptionally long time for
our meal to be prepared. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Please Speed Up the Pickle Placement</td></tr>
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<div>
During this lull, we are "entertained" by the
aforementioned sheriff, who after ever lengthier pauses, answers such innocuous
questions as "What should we see while in Charlotte?" with, "Well... I
don't... I don't really... I don't know what you like."</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5avodETkSYBrPGPYMXsYhz7V0E8zcsD1clE3fdFF0We9TifPOJS4_-FHZSp0C-WWuwjejdazNV4uEfqbugi76zuCy7dLyA59B1RpeE7DjukVQs7YN3LJQSM2GKoUjF3gVzGX4stSTr_0/s1600/IMG_0776.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5avodETkSYBrPGPYMXsYhz7V0E8zcsD1clE3fdFF0We9TifPOJS4_-FHZSp0C-WWuwjejdazNV4uEfqbugi76zuCy7dLyA59B1RpeE7DjukVQs7YN3LJQSM2GKoUjF3gVzGX4stSTr_0/s320/IMG_0776.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charlotte, We Have Found the Next Member of Your Tourism Bureau</td></tr>
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We
eventually arrive, suitcases unscathed, at our hotel to meet our third
<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Memphis%20TN">college roommate</a>, Diet Coke. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Immediately Place Before Her a Mountain of Carolina Goodness</td></tr>
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Finding a dearth of seating in our room,
and discouraged against carting our grub up to the swanky rooftop bar,
we hover over the myriad of boxes like pigs lined up at the trough. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Classing Up the Place Since 2003</td></tr>
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Whiskey Sour, who is starving, is moaning with glee
at the King's creations. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Worth Noting That We, As Always, Loaded Up on Condiments</td></tr>
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Along with Guy's choice, which is a fried
chicken dunked in a generous layer of BBQ sauce, we have pulled pork,
French fries, onion rings, hushpuppies, cole slaw, baked beans, and
rolls with which to contend. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Other Words, a Light Meal</td></tr>
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Vodka, who despite dragging friends to <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Bar-B-Que">BBQ places</a> around the country for <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> purposes, does not
really enjoy the cuisine, is fairly neutral on the buffet before us, as
is Diet Coke. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1RNZFkTunmOtDmQtZrZo9LfEp-bDZtPuhyxUIhB21SVTG9sAfVo5iSDLUlTWyWfLx4sDpWNMPcVPmQm-4t-qhafQhrafQUGGlFOtM6ma1RjUfIHPTvd7m0kEw8lBkG_dZ50PBBoPssY/s1600/IMG_0510.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1RNZFkTunmOtDmQtZrZo9LfEp-bDZtPuhyxUIhB21SVTG9sAfVo5iSDLUlTWyWfLx4sDpWNMPcVPmQm-4t-qhafQhrafQUGGlFOtM6ma1RjUfIHPTvd7m0kEw8lBkG_dZ50PBBoPssY/s320/IMG_0510.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How Much Pulled Pork Can One Judge... If One Doesn't Like Pulled Pork?</td></tr>
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Due to the addition of the sauce, the chicken is on the
soggy side (perhaps why one is encouraged to consume it in the car), and
the flavor itself is appropriately sweet and sour, yet still
unremarkable. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Non-Crispy Chicken</td></tr>
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<div>
The standout item among this array is the small sampling
of baked beans (of all things), but despite Whiskey Sour's protests, we
refuse to give the chicken itself anymore than a respectable, if average, 3
stars.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's One Star Per Box</td></tr>
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Appropriately, after quantum physics-level of finagling in order to fit our leftovers into the overflowing
minibar refrigerator, it is Whiskey Sour who hauls the five-pound box of
<a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/North%20Carolina">North Carolina</a> delicacies up north for a final feast, all the while
maintaining their 5 star appeal.</div>
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<i><b>Bar-B-Q King's BBQ Chicken: 3 stars</b></i>Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-77036231594705716532018-11-28T18:06:00.001-05:002018-11-28T18:06:04.911-05:00Off the Map: When You're Better Off Eating in a Gas Station<div>
<i>Burnt Ends on a Bun -- Gates Bar-B-Q, Kansas City, MO</i></div>
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<a href="https://gatesbbq.com/">Gates Bar-B-Q</a></div>
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For
a city renowned for its <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Bar-B-Que">barbeque</a>, said joints are strangely absent from <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Kansas%20City%20MO">Kansas City</a>'s <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> list. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What Are You Doing in Kansas City? Eating BBQ?" "No, Happy Hour Crawls"</td></tr>
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In fact, the only BBQ joint featured was <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Duff%20Goldman">Duff Goldman</a>'s favorite, Gates Bar-B-Q, home of the burnt
ends on a bun from the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Original">ORIGINAL</a> episode. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nothing Like Walking Along a Highway in Search of Some Charred Meat</td></tr>
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<div>
One would think that, as the
first ever dish he chose to be featured on the program, it would be
especially outstanding. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYYvVuJ6mWJypJgahqe8PTNI6_gVBKb5yWejkjG1cIjCxKpNc55MMVI8ZYuLfOc3LrvXQPFHP-Vh5_rr1LZn019dX0E3t764N1MPvrgn0KTPnpa75L0y9GxUX5qyCAFWJgvH-AMb3svE/s1600/IMG_8378.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYYvVuJ6mWJypJgahqe8PTNI6_gVBKb5yWejkjG1cIjCxKpNc55MMVI8ZYuLfOc3LrvXQPFHP-Vh5_rr1LZn019dX0E3t764N1MPvrgn0KTPnpa75L0y9GxUX5qyCAFWJgvH-AMb3svE/s320/IMG_8378.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No Pressure, Gates</td></tr>
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One would be wrong.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Womp Womp</td></tr>
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After
all, this is Duff that we're talking about, and his taste in <i>BTIEA</i>
meals has been, with a few notable exceptions, mediocre at best. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0WUIJ7f9UeUApqptcOFnY88WXj9PkCZa1EvYBuTW0EaD4KDGDgEmPStsy13ArJXdOWGSuOVlVzq0Har9FZXIcLuMBGytOH_NcoJfhfT72w8NxX5uWkiRWWxr0KUz_nSfj-Jno-fV0nc/s1600/IMG_8382.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM0WUIJ7f9UeUApqptcOFnY88WXj9PkCZa1EvYBuTW0EaD4KDGDgEmPStsy13ArJXdOWGSuOVlVzq0Har9FZXIcLuMBGytOH_NcoJfhfT72w8NxX5uWkiRWWxr0KUz_nSfj-Jno-fV0nc/s320/IMG_8382.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2012/02/off-map-can-we-have-some-forks-and-some.html">Downright Terrible</a> at Worst</td></tr>
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<div>
Let's just say that his preferences at Gates are not his finest culinary
moment.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9s1AyPPyM-0dwO6g6slx0opPEJEeVLDFicP48h60it52hnAa76yRrvbpBkKiDA3dM7bIns-M3hVmA-1yYOjGoW3OjAnrWnpwSR7n-6e-juiHyrLTQVToAfs6Ka9WcHg5Iia3J0iH4ak/s1600/IMG_8377.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh9s1AyPPyM-0dwO6g6slx0opPEJEeVLDFicP48h60it52hnAa76yRrvbpBkKiDA3dM7bIns-M3hVmA-1yYOjGoW3OjAnrWnpwSR7n-6e-juiHyrLTQVToAfs6Ka9WcHg5Iia3J0iH4ak/s320/IMG_8377.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like the BBQ Version of Fast Food, Without the "Fast" Component</td></tr>
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<div>
Ironically, while Joe's Bar-B-Que --
that of the "it's located in a gas station" fame -- seems to be by far
the most well-known of Kansas City's meaty enclaves, Gates makes Joe's
look downright gourmet. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbEiKHZ5Ue5IGAC71gGeTWAH3yQW96yej0a5eeBzIEKNWsH25cVq6WFcGHDk7KDOhTiTBLCRQwHLdB_pn6KbSqmfCMqzjndDUYz06RfaX71_PNUA4msLVd0-u0qxJirzYrwCQ4x0X69w/s1600/IMG_8358.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbEiKHZ5Ue5IGAC71gGeTWAH3yQW96yej0a5eeBzIEKNWsH25cVq6WFcGHDk7KDOhTiTBLCRQwHLdB_pn6KbSqmfCMqzjndDUYz06RfaX71_PNUA4msLVd0-u0qxJirzYrwCQ4x0X69w/s320/IMG_8358.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Take Your Gallon with a Side of Ribs</td></tr>
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<div>
The restaurant itself resembles a run-down Pizza
Hut, with dimly lit dining rooms and workers that, despite the sign at
the entrance proclaiming "entering the smile zone!" are more adept at
yelling than grinning.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0i6GAVriugss_P3WLE1I9_K5EZJJjeiuAhywBZbtenyOBF77akswOSG8qm8P3nY-R_c6sOTONKZ7l6cvTfkEjk0WyeIOOWjjTPnIgpYp-QGJPHmCEl0nUJGFMTxNEgVw6sRXcVHupsA/s1600/IMG_8376.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii0i6GAVriugss_P3WLE1I9_K5EZJJjeiuAhywBZbtenyOBF77akswOSG8qm8P3nY-R_c6sOTONKZ7l6cvTfkEjk0WyeIOOWjjTPnIgpYp-QGJPHmCEl0nUJGFMTxNEgVw6sRXcVHupsA/s320/IMG_8376.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Like "Gates, Where Smiles Go to Die"</td></tr>
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<div>
We order one burnt end
sandwich, which comes with pickles and Gates sauce, and after a single look at
the concoction, we are not optimistic. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNZFaPrGD7LeIIpzvGYkEkIbwexkEEmSinrn42ZhOJEZbXT6dzoNO2Gu3g9kxe8p9lgJ6tcxCvcZE_5Zj5cAVVgLRWMLQhFp3bkxp1_2UQxJSclRFhnr4CgEb67K1tD-egL6V3F9J6HU/s1600/IMG_8383.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNZFaPrGD7LeIIpzvGYkEkIbwexkEEmSinrn42ZhOJEZbXT6dzoNO2Gu3g9kxe8p9lgJ6tcxCvcZE_5Zj5cAVVgLRWMLQhFp3bkxp1_2UQxJSclRFhnr4CgEb67K1tD-egL6V3F9J6HU/s320/IMG_8383.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sloppy Joe on Steroids</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
The meat resembles a chunky
version of pulled pork, and thanks to the whole "burnt end" bit (which,
we acknowledge, is the whole point), it feels like chewing on a mouthful
of stray fish bones. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't That Sound Appetizing?</td></tr>
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The sauce completely overpowers the taste of the
beef, which would be fine if it tasted like anything more than acidic ketchup. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not Doing Much for Your BBQ Reputation, Kansas City</td></tr>
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We end up consuming a hearty portion of five bites each
before throwing in the towel, and much like all of our other experiences
in Kansas City, nobody seems to care about our displeasure.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guess What, Kansas City? We Don't Care Either</td></tr>
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And
so, Vodka and Mezcal leave the Midwest with a distinct feeling of "meh," certain only
that, if nothing else, at least we'll always have <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Cleveland%20OH">Cleveland</a>.</div>
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<b><i>Gates Bar-B-Q's Burnt Ends on a Bun: 2 stars</i></b></div>
Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-7438375504891806662018-11-27T13:34:00.004-05:002018-11-27T13:36:52.437-05:00Off the Map: Toto, I've a Feeling We ARE in Kansas After All<div>
<i>Pan-Fried Chicken -- Stroud's Restaurant and Bar, Fairway, KS</i></div>
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<a href="http://stroudsrestaurant.com/">Stroud's Restaurant and Bar</a></div>
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By
the time Vodka and <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Cleveland%20OH">Mezcal</a> cross state lines and enter Stroud's
Restaurant and Bar, home of <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Simon%20Majumbar">Simon Majumbar'</a>s <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Last%20Supper">LAST SUPPER</a> dish, we have already consumed two breakfasts and are about to
embark on a <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Bar-B-Que">barbeque</a> crawl.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Are Nothing If Not Devoted to Our Cause</td></tr>
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Which means, naturally, that we order a full fried chicken dinner including all the proverbial bells and whistles.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Including a Complimentary Basket of Crackers, Because Why Not?</td></tr>
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We
are here for the pan fried chicken, and perhaps sensing how overwhelmed
we seem by the menu, our waitress proposes that we get the lunch
special with two pieces of chicken, green beans, potatoes, a soup or
salad, and cinnamon rolls. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, You Know, a Light Meal</td></tr>
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As it happens, said waitress is the only person this entire trip to take even a slight bit of interest in the fact that
we do not live within a five-mile radius. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's a Whole World Out There</td></tr>
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She also reveals that she has
worked at Stroud's for thirty years -- "before you girls were born" --
and the fact that she thinks we are still twenty-something endears her
to us immediately.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Feel Free to Card Us for the Pitcher of Diet Coke</td></tr>
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In a surprising turn of
events, the salad that arrives before the rest of the platters proves to
be the most unexpectedly pleasing part of the meal. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rabbit Food with a Side of Cholesterol</td></tr>
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Doused with a
gallon of homemade ranch and a healthy smattering of cheese and
croutons, it has the exact carb-to-lettuce ratio that we're looking for.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Preparing to Lick the Plate Clean</td></tr>
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While
we decline to order a cocktail -- even after we spot a beverage called
the "chicken choker" -- Stroud's offers a full bar, which somehow seems
off-brand for a restaurant that also boasts an entire corner's worth of
styrofoam to-go containers. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We'll Take Our Artisan Cocktail with a Side of Non-Disposable Waste</td></tr>
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When Mezcal requests a Diet Coke, an entire
pitcher is placed on our table -- a portion soon matched by the bevy of
food assembled before us.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Midwestern Version of Pre-Gaming Thanksgiving</td></tr>
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First things first,
the chicken about which Simon Majumbar had raved is nothing more than
okay. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JyrJDmRuHavaN80K6z8s5VzdA4vvkLMyK6g0qMpyJGaeEpJnkgBPdlmFbBrPhjU3lG7SMXA5kz8lcuBHHbTVvYWWZNv1XNEdACAmd9W1BIIDFlE8EXf9HOuGqILihia625JtSbOC0fU/s1600/IMG_8337.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JyrJDmRuHavaN80K6z8s5VzdA4vvkLMyK6g0qMpyJGaeEpJnkgBPdlmFbBrPhjU3lG7SMXA5kz8lcuBHHbTVvYWWZNv1XNEdACAmd9W1BIIDFlE8EXf9HOuGqILihia625JtSbOC0fU/s320/IMG_8337.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It Even Looks Like It's In Desperate Need of a Salt Shaker</td></tr>
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While the meat itself is quite moist, it has next to no flavor,
and the skin is similarly lacking in seasoning. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4Gc3C987ZXJk_VBfVhn__6oTbMrx_W-bkBZST6WHB1cWkl0Qmd9e-1EIwgfQ-9JeKTiWSHQcV7yiQcbb3QjBVlDdb_xuLQflkMSmSzVXDWi5iOmgfpV66VhGK480ep5PGmmplSojxnE/s1600/IMG_8344.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4Gc3C987ZXJk_VBfVhn__6oTbMrx_W-bkBZST6WHB1cWkl0Qmd9e-1EIwgfQ-9JeKTiWSHQcV7yiQcbb3QjBVlDdb_xuLQflkMSmSzVXDWi5iOmgfpV66VhGK480ep5PGmmplSojxnE/s320/IMG_8344.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Juicy but Also Blah</td></tr>
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After Vodka drowns hers
in salt and hot sauce, it is more enjoyable, but still not up to the
standards of many of the other <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Fried%20Chicken">fried chickens</a> featured on <i>Best Thing I
Ever Ate</i>.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Kansas Fried Chicken" Doesn't Exactly Have the Same Ring to It</td></tr>
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The green beans, mashed potatoes,
gravy, and cinnamon rolls are all similarly good enough, but not
outstanding. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Considering This is Vodka's Third Cinnamon Roll of the Trip, She Should Know</td></tr>
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The whole experience feels very similar to <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2018/03/off-map-everything-really-is-bigger-in.html">Babe's Chicken Dinner House</a> in <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Texas">Texas</a>, where the leftover potential is even more
important than the meal itself. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Have Some Potatoes with Your Gravy</td></tr>
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Sadly for us, and for Stroud's rating,
we have too much eating ahead of us to partake in a doggie bag, and we
head out empty handed.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So Much Styrofoam, So Little Time</td></tr>
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"Remember, girls," our
waitress calls after us, "you won't be young forever!" And with that
uplifting goodbye, we head back down the yellow brick road and out of
<a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Kansas">Kansas</a> without a single chicken bone in tow.</div>
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<b><i>Stroud's Restaurant and Bar's Pan-Fried Chicken: 3 stars</i></b></div>
Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-9017555855427960662018-11-26T18:11:00.002-05:002018-11-26T18:13:45.104-05:00Off the Map: Do Ducks Even Have Tongues?<div>
<i>Duck Tongue Tacos -- Extra Virgin, Kansas City, MO</i></div>
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<a href="http://www.extravirginkc.com/">Extra Virgin</a></div>
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<a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Kansas%20City%20MO">Kansas City</a>: a town renowned for its barbeque, its jazz, and yanking the tongues out of unsuspecting poultry.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too Harsh?</td></tr>
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Vodka
and her friend, Mezcal, are in town for their annual trip to a random
metropolis, and after last year's <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Cleveland%20OH">Cleveland</a> adventure, <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Kansas%20City%20MO">Kansas City</a> has a
lot to live up to. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In Other Words, Where Are the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2017/10/off-map-no-pierogi-left-behind.html">Pierogies</a>?</td></tr>
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Right off the bat, things are not off to a rousing
start, as rather than the warm welcome we received in the Buckeye
state, Kansas City greets us with anywhere from abject apathy to
downright displeasure. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Why Are You Here?" "Vacation" "Well, That's Strange"</td></tr>
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Our solution to their obvious lack of interest in
us is to entertain ourselves on a happy hour crawl. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Answer to Everything Is Booze and Fried Cheese Curds</td></tr>
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Four
cocktails in and nowhere close to 6:00pm, we decide our best
bet is to head to dinner ninety minutes early so we can put ourselves to
bed at a reasonable time (for toddlers).</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Most Kansas City Nightlife We Encountered</td></tr>
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Perhaps
due to our booze consumption, rather than entering Extra Virgin, we
stumble into the restaurant next door and have to be escorted to the
correct location. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Classy, Party of Two</td></tr>
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We saddle up at a high top table and order a glass of
wine (Vodka), a sangria (Mezcal), and a random assortment of tapas
dishes (tuna ceviche, Greek salad, charred brussels sprouts).</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Random Assortment" Meaning Vodka Took No Notes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Most Greenery We've Seen in a While</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ordered More for the Bacon and Less for the Brussels</td></tr>
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Plus,
of course, the reason we're in town: the duck tongue tacos, as
recommended by <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Curtis%20Stone">Curtis Stone</a> on the <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Frightfully%20Good">FRIGHTFULLY GOOD</a> episode of <i>Best
Thing I Ever Ate</i>.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Make Way for... Duck Tongues</td></tr>
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Despite the fact that we've been eating
non-stop for over ten hours, when the food is placed in front of us, we
dive in like a pair of ravenous beasts.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Truth, Julia, Truth</td></tr>
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"What I
appreciate about you is your ability to act like we haven't eaten
anything all day," Vodka quips to Mezcal as two wine glasses are places
before us. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Excuse Me, You Forgot the Rest of My Serving"</td></tr>
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The taste of the actual food is at this point muted by
Vodka's displeasure at her pour of wine, which appears to be all of a
thimble-full.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJU7uyDFTJ0oibqJUWgZR_F9F8gJT-pyE2DnYlQCbFF-ZTUxuygjG9wDYcKAfYdAtzbr6x-c4MRFSLI7fjDRTz8AOzmvcYAIp1WsphYUIkamkwz8nPFPcYwQHv20mxuaaUy0zppEdAELg/s1600/IMG_8253.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJU7uyDFTJ0oibqJUWgZR_F9F8gJT-pyE2DnYlQCbFF-ZTUxuygjG9wDYcKAfYdAtzbr6x-c4MRFSLI7fjDRTz8AOzmvcYAIp1WsphYUIkamkwz8nPFPcYwQHv20mxuaaUy0zppEdAELg/s320/IMG_8253.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hell Hath No Fury Like Vodka with Not Enough Wine</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Our feast is relatively tasty, though if anything, the duck
tongue tacos are the most forgettable of the plates. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSJQDhipaJF3Uxvo63adfm4IfIjUhRC5qA7cfCSCiFV-r_eXGcjsAtt8sQLVkoAcdc6hf5SSVUW856VMOL-byNo5N93FSWW6LG1J-doLfwp54RudQc6DEd7czDfQeNywaRaOpuvsFFRA/s1600/IMG_8272.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJSJQDhipaJF3Uxvo63adfm4IfIjUhRC5qA7cfCSCiFV-r_eXGcjsAtt8sQLVkoAcdc6hf5SSVUW856VMOL-byNo5N93FSWW6LG1J-doLfwp54RudQc6DEd7czDfQeNywaRaOpuvsFFRA/s320/IMG_8272.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tastes Like Chicken. Literally</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
The tongues
themselves taste like... well, not much. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbe9r-NSxIKrslY47iPXUJHJHUJsPGB2b2g7hdhzEldM_v2ZrSyGVcIpfUbdg__KXUAY1XBWYrx-rja0uWFEEuqvOtsTpdqGIhXWmFWkoXE2KY8o8kRQwkiAY-LNQImdF4dEsXGbQn_gk/s1600/IMG_8273.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbe9r-NSxIKrslY47iPXUJHJHUJsPGB2b2g7hdhzEldM_v2ZrSyGVcIpfUbdg__KXUAY1XBWYrx-rja0uWFEEuqvOtsTpdqGIhXWmFWkoXE2KY8o8kRQwkiAY-LNQImdF4dEsXGbQn_gk/s320/IMG_8273.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps They Should've Added Some Additional Giblets While They Were At It</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
While we appreciate
that the texture of the tongues is not off-putting, its feels like the
appeal of this dish is much more from the novelty of the ingredient than
the flavor itself.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZy-lDV5TrGgtW-Y3myvLWqwuKjX7UsJ0tHgaeEo6HoJ5knqNSGhP4Upj0NyUgWSAcns_DL6TTHHreeEcoVRF48n9LJxhrcMgp32J6xYs2QFaV8wSp6J1Soev9YHpekasDO_6ioCUhWk/s1600/IMG_8276.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZy-lDV5TrGgtW-Y3myvLWqwuKjX7UsJ0tHgaeEo6HoJ5knqNSGhP4Upj0NyUgWSAcns_DL6TTHHreeEcoVRF48n9LJxhrcMgp32J6xYs2QFaV8wSp6J1Soev9YHpekasDO_6ioCUhWk/s320/IMG_8276.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not a Whole Lot to Quack About</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
"Are you okay on wine?" our waitress asks as Vodka all but vertically shakes the final sip directly down her throat.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWsUXNCNtZhANHwKrmrsrsQbjMKrKi2LZkyKDd1RD881Hwxo6ecJ5ezFrmr3sWwlHl9bYy7efLUkDU1NLs22d_E07Rn1C1BO-RjB__jhTu-tY3A0NFi3I76BQuKAjTKAGzerdGfa8ZZNo/s1600/IMG_8274.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWsUXNCNtZhANHwKrmrsrsQbjMKrKi2LZkyKDd1RD881Hwxo6ecJ5ezFrmr3sWwlHl9bYy7efLUkDU1NLs22d_E07Rn1C1BO-RjB__jhTu-tY3A0NFi3I76BQuKAjTKAGzerdGfa8ZZNo/s320/IMG_8274.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why? Are You Offering Free Refills?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
"I'd be doing better with a larger pour," Vodka murmurs. And we wonder why no one in Kansas City seems to find us charming....</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<b><i>Extra Virgin's Duck Tongue Tacos: 3 stars</i></b></div>
Vodka and Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03041344685938119484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3505582405900089612.post-58828779744526318722018-06-11T18:33:00.000-04:002018-06-11T18:34:03.003-04:00Off the Map: On the Cape, Off the Menu<div>
<i>Stuffed Quahog -- Marshland Restaurant, Sandwich, MA</i></div>
<div>
<a href="http://www.marshlandrestaurant.com/">Marshland Restaurant</a></div>
<div>
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<div>
It
seems only appropriate that Vodka should kick off the weekend of
Ginger's <a href="https://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2018/06/off-map-on-cape-off-menu.html">Cape Cod</a> wedding not with running errands, decorating the
venue, or doing anything remotely helpful, but rather with stuffing her
face in the name of <i>Best Thing I Ever Ate</i> loyalty. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHX1wgcEryC5qJoKpTYW76IjTFZdoDlOGFhaTE3Pp0HYTs6r-Mw9veBXqb_JtC2SR9biYjn2HAl2n5q9rEnqe_DQIKT_S2f_Y8Hzj8fuVkLhDECY8s-e0jRr6SUWkQU6d6pfYnvx5Y3U/s1600/IMG_5517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDHX1wgcEryC5qJoKpTYW76IjTFZdoDlOGFhaTE3Pp0HYTs6r-Mw9veBXqb_JtC2SR9biYjn2HAl2n5q9rEnqe_DQIKT_S2f_Y8Hzj8fuVkLhDECY8s-e0jRr6SUWkQU6d6pfYnvx5Y3U/s320/IMG_5517.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty Sure the Bride Would Approve</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
This
is how Vodka and her wedding date, <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Dallas%20TX">Whiskey Sour</a>, wind up at Marshland
Restaurant barely five minutes after crossing the bridge. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeAtLAu_5BTL6dqwEknx897w3OGRsQ8Okz6-C70t1WcISQjhvTBHPMQmRXoIZgwe2G-ITnkEG8yf09aV02VPPTGQ6eFGTl-Q5WViKA3zKRGNGAQVyGhRZOZJM5MENhEetHDwkA_h8oao/s1600/IMG_5510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeAtLAu_5BTL6dqwEknx897w3OGRsQ8Okz6-C70t1WcISQjhvTBHPMQmRXoIZgwe2G-ITnkEG8yf09aV02VPPTGQ6eFGTl-Q5WViKA3zKRGNGAQVyGhRZOZJM5MENhEetHDwkA_h8oao/s320/IMG_5510.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Priorities: Eat First, Unless Cocktails Are Available. Then Drink First</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
We are here to
consume <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Duff%20Goldman">Duff Goldman</a>'s <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Hometown%20Favorites">HOMETOWN FAVORITE</a> choice, the stuffed quahog,
which despite being advertised heavily on the establishment's website,
is inexplicably not on the menu. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUwgRPdH3pJT7UbP-h9iNPIzhLM16lbgFESmkmSqJ02FjeHGhg2KWS3ZdsvrBxh0PQYutl-wVq12CL1_aisr7pUnEpK0pT8KkcB2A0c3yk75-z8sWOY64GTmLgkgsjcZrnCjcLHc6m2w/s1600/IMG_5514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUwgRPdH3pJT7UbP-h9iNPIzhLM16lbgFESmkmSqJ02FjeHGhg2KWS3ZdsvrBxh0PQYutl-wVq12CL1_aisr7pUnEpK0pT8KkcB2A0c3yk75-z8sWOY64GTmLgkgsjcZrnCjcLHc6m2w/s320/IMG_5514.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not the Menu</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Fearing she'll have to stage a
disgruntled walkout (which would seem on-brand on the eve of Ginger's
big day, to be honest), Vodka asks one of the congenial waitresses about
the missing item, and she is assured that it is indeed available.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbNANSxG_zUbPEcJsC_DtFQD3-9Xi7W5PiIDQnqapADqHdEDrbAy_cJaSwFVwdGhjyRyPsPuPeQZUovGbft6gdN-zyTsE_myZBuAPif42dF__cjO2qbRLmEhdliQgD5A3LPYpYcfYAK8/s1600/IMG_5513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbNANSxG_zUbPEcJsC_DtFQD3-9Xi7W5PiIDQnqapADqHdEDrbAy_cJaSwFVwdGhjyRyPsPuPeQZUovGbft6gdN-zyTsE_myZBuAPif42dF__cjO2qbRLmEhdliQgD5A3LPYpYcfYAK8/s320/IMG_5513.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not Available: Levers for Straightening the TV Sets</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Mere
minutes later, Vodka is delivered a giant clam shell piled high with... well, it just
looks like breading. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNNLV8BAez8yy6fLXCi3h2UZvB0PNRrthyphenhyphenfFmxyI8_ycKLALh7GCMHBDYtFdBKPzhxaDQW-23IFbcTD2fJFtfvFF42PFPZZTeSYIHgZxg4kXljGBTHQf2za_UdgV0e2_Vp46YWjWtYeg/s1600/IMG_5519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNNLV8BAez8yy6fLXCi3h2UZvB0PNRrthyphenhyphenfFmxyI8_ycKLALh7GCMHBDYtFdBKPzhxaDQW-23IFbcTD2fJFtfvFF42PFPZZTeSYIHgZxg4kXljGBTHQf2za_UdgV0e2_Vp46YWjWtYeg/s320/IMG_5519.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is This a Clam or a Dinner Roll?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
She douses it with a solid
helping of the accompanying melted butter and digs in, finding the
creation to be... bready. Like, essentially just breadcrumbs toasted
among a smattering of red peppers, butter, and presumably, clams. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifheuRTzopvV2z26VqpGnegrCAlPpoW7IuqSFrBUQBVEBSww9YB-ng-DiN41Vw9TbXHfueQ4_co-7ds3UH5XTZ-Z74-cVjQH-P5jP8nmp8Apua4uL2WMp48A8EmrjKLyairVPY7Xwh0OQ/s1600/IMG_5520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifheuRTzopvV2z26VqpGnegrCAlPpoW7IuqSFrBUQBVEBSww9YB-ng-DiN41Vw9TbXHfueQ4_co-7ds3UH5XTZ-Z74-cVjQH-P5jP8nmp8Apua4uL2WMp48A8EmrjKLyairVPY7Xwh0OQ/s320/IMG_5520.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like Biting Into a Soggy Ritz Cracker</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Usually, Vodka is all for a carb overload (she did once complain about
<a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/2012/03/off-map-judge-judy-of-culinary-world.html">crab cakes having too much crab, after all</a>), but this ratio seems
extreme. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYHKv9vHan2sxiG_aIZogEj2rUC26dfDHKjsQcocGit52H4qW1jxG9cTKupc0BC5tGUjTppXPaPvYAM-tg8_6UAqjstIf8OQdo3-zhfX4UXR-MFHbWQaa5qh7v2eTQNNdbzu1qh-qM5Y/s1600/IMG_5516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYHKv9vHan2sxiG_aIZogEj2rUC26dfDHKjsQcocGit52H4qW1jxG9cTKupc0BC5tGUjTppXPaPvYAM-tg8_6UAqjstIf8OQdo3-zhfX4UXR-MFHbWQaa5qh7v2eTQNNdbzu1qh-qM5Y/s320/IMG_5516.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perhaps Whiskey Sour Could Lend Her Some Salad for a Bit of Texture</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
Whiskey Sour, a <a href="http://itsnotevennoonsomewhere.blogspot.com/search/label/Maine">New England</a>
native and resident, finds the creation more pleasing and thinks that it is decidedly of its location, thus a good dish for making a local feel like he's home. </div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iFgqN_8bOSBDxeKcpRur1upZhWii_RRP-cSqzZGwRnv8Q89w8QkD0pk88kxDczYe_BOLVNBaqd1PWbOai80MuErjpYfnd9iEHcU6MzxPTHH2yC9_NBBfimOuEy3-1vr4cczcPqFyFSk/s1600/IMG_5512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8iFgqN_8bOSBDxeKcpRur1upZhWii_RRP-cSqzZGwRnv8Q89w8QkD0pk88kxDczYe_BOLVNBaqd1PWbOai80MuErjpYfnd9iEHcU6MzxPTHH2yC9_NBBfimOuEy3-1vr4cczcPqFyFSk/s320/IMG_5512.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home Is Where the Bar Stools Are</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
After Vodka drowns the entire clam in
hot sauce and continues to look neutral about the whole endeavor,
Whiskey Sour poses what should be an easy question:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Do you even like clams?"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Um, I don't know."</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Have you ever HAD clams?"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"I've had linguine with clams...."</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Oh dear."</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMxKuXKb7lUI6BpPRje-FAVMCvTpSrMarDlg3pvMpL5ib6h-6D0WBRGb7-BAhAjgreMmv3Ra_FVAbD7OJ4iUmGd2d1E6MMWyG1SRV1LgqiBf12oZvoUv4DaRjnSlqONIIo4qhOA9ddhU/s1600/IMG_5518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMxKuXKb7lUI6BpPRje-FAVMCvTpSrMarDlg3pvMpL5ib6h-6D0WBRGb7-BAhAjgreMmv3Ra_FVAbD7OJ4iUmGd2d1E6MMWyG1SRV1LgqiBf12oZvoUv4DaRjnSlqONIIo4qhOA9ddhU/s320/IMG_5518.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What? Does That Not Count?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Vodka finds the best part of the stuffed quahog to be its price
tag, as she can't remember the last time she procured lunch for a mere
$5.66.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYHKv9vHan2sxiG_aIZogEj2rUC26dfDHKjsQcocGit52H4qW1jxG9cTKupc0BC5tGUjTppXPaPvYAM-tg8_6UAqjstIf8OQdo3-zhfX4UXR-MFHbWQaa5qh7v2eTQNNdbzu1qh-qM5Y/s1600/IMG_5516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYHKv9vHan2sxiG_aIZogEj2rUC26dfDHKjsQcocGit52H4qW1jxG9cTKupc0BC5tGUjTppXPaPvYAM-tg8_6UAqjstIf8OQdo3-zhfX4UXR-MFHbWQaa5qh7v2eTQNNdbzu1qh-qM5Y/s320/IMG_5516.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bargain Basement Beet Salad</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<div>
And in the end, it seems to make sense that Vodka's final meal
before slinking off to Ginger's nuptials is one she finds completely
mediocre.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We Are Curmudgeons, After All</td></tr>
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What would make even more sense is if
the meal came to a riotous conclusion with a biting customer service
brawl, but alas, it appears that battle will have to wait for the next joint Vodka and Ginger outing, with or without Ginger's unsuspecting husband in tow. </div>
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<b><i>Marshland Restaurant's Stuffed Quahog: 3 stars</i></b></div>
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