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In a classic episode of Cheers, Norm — “Norm!” — talked about eating at the Hungry Heifer, a blue-collar dining hall where the portions were immense because all of the food was imitation.  Woody, intrigued, decided to join Norm for a meal.  When he returned to the bar he explained that the imitation food had to be called by a slightly different name, then raved about the “loobster” and “beff.”

IMG_3746Lately I feel like I’ve been channeling my inner Norm.

When my doctor told me to try to eat more fish and less red meat I groaned.  I don’t mind the taste of fish, but it’s a pain to prepare and tends to stink up the house.  One day at the neighborhood Kroger, however, I noticed packages of chilled imitation crab and imitation lobster.  They were cheap, so I decided to give them a try.  Surprisingly, they were tasty, and now they’ve been worked into my evening meal rotation on days when we don’t feel like making a big sit-down meal.  I feel good about listening to my doc when I buy them, because they have a “heart healthy” logo, too.

What’s in the imitation crab and lobster?  Mostly Alaska pollock, apparently.  The ingredient list also indicates that the product includes water, wheat starch, sodium, extracts of crab, oyster, scallop, lobster, cutlassfish, anchovy, and bonito, fish oil, rice wine, egg whites, and corn starch, as well as some more exotic sounding experiments from the chemistry lab, like disodium inosinate, guanylate, titanium dioxide, carmine, and canthaxanthin.  For all of that, the imitation lobster and crab taste pretty much like lobster and crab.  And, on the laundry list you won’t find anything that looks or sounds like red meat.  So, on any random night you might find me munching on some imitation crab leg, feeling good about my dietary habits and food spend, and inevitably thinking:  “Norm!

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IMG_3704If you live in Columbus, go on the Green Meanie website, find out where it’s going to be over the next few days, and see if they are going be be serving their Shiznite sandwich.  If they are, do yourself a favor — take some time, drive to wherever they are going to be, and have the Shiznite.  It is that good.

According to the hand-letter menu, the Shiznite is a panko-crusted dirty water hot dog on a New England roll with jalapeno cream cheese.  It is then topped with thick chopped bacon, avocado, onions, diced tomato, scallions, and cilantro, and drizzled with this butt-kicking shiznite sauce.  I tried it during the Ohioana Book Festival today — more on that tomorrow — and it was spectacular.  I don’t even like half of these ingredients, and I consumed the entire sandwich with relish, licked my fingers, and enjoyed every instant of the experience.  Seriously, the Shiznite is one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had.

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IMG_3689Mom asked for a new batch of cookies — just in time for Mother’s Day — and what dutiful son can refuse his mother?  She had a hankering for some iced sugar cookies, and I tried to choose icing colors that looked like spring, with pastel blues, greens, and pinks.  Of course, some chocolate-flavored icing made with Nestle’s Quik and some sprinkles can’t hurt, either.

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If you’re in Columbus on Saturday and looking for something fun to do, why not stop by the Ohioana Book Festival?

The Festival runs from 10 to 4:30 at the Fort Hayes Metropolitan Education Center in downtown Columbus.  There will be interesting panel discussions, presentations by authors, and a day-long book fair and book sales.  A PDF of the program for the Festival is here.

Oh, yes . . . there will be food trucks, too:  Ajumama, which serves up some very sweet Korean street food; the Green Meanie, which dishes out an ever-changing menu of eclectic choices; Jeni’s Splendid Ice Cream, with its irresistible and stunningly creative options; Mikeys Late Night Slice, for the devoted pizza aficionados among us (and who isn’t, by the way); and the Short North Bagel Deli, for those craving bagels and deli sandwiches.

The awesome collection of food trucks strongly suggests a rhythm and roundelay to the day.  Grab a bagel, catch a panel discussion provocatively entitled Crime, True Crime, and the Unexplained, browse for books.  Savor some Korean chow, talk to some authors, check out a panel discussion on eating out in Cleveland.  And speaking of eating . . . Repeat, and repeat.  There are great choices on both the panel discussion and food truck fronts.

I’ll be there when the Festival doors open, volunteering for the Ohioana Library Association.  Stop by and say hello!

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If you want to go to the best restaurant in the world — at least, according to Restaurant magazine — you need to hop on a plane and fly to Spain.

The restaurant is El Celler de Can Roca, located in Catalonia.  It was started by two brothers in the 1980s, who were then joined by a third brother in 1997, with each brother being responsible for one facet of the restaurant’s operation.  (Guess UJ and I need to get started on our “best in the world” business concept!)  El Celler de Can Roca is celebrated for the pervasive family dynamic in the restaurant, its understated but passionate ambiance, and the creativity and technical innovation of the food.

Five American restaurants make the top 50 list:  Eleven Madison Park and Per Se, both in New York City, Alinea, in Chicago, Le Bernardin and Daniel, in New York City, and The French Laundry, in Yountville, California, in the Napa Valley.

How do you really decide the best restaurant in the world?  Restaurant magazine actually publishes a “manifesto” on the topic — which indicates that the best dining experience is decided by the gut instinct (pun intended) of the gourmets who did the voting, rather than in a dry set of factors to be considered.  I agree with that approach.  When I go to a restaurant to have a fine meal, I’m not weighing checklist items, I’m looking for a wonderful and memorable experience.  It sounds like El Celler de Can Roca delivers.

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IMG_1180It’s been a long week, so to get the weekend started right, I made a stop at the North Market.  I love the Curds & Whey cheese counter.  It sells all kinds of cheese and other goodies that make for an excellent Friday night tasting.  I typically ask the proprietor to make some selections for me, and tonight I’ll be noshing on some Morbier, Mimolette, and kalamata olives.  Then I stopped by the wine shop, where there are always interesting and reasonably priced selections.  Two bottles of red and $22 later, I was on my way home.

Now I sit, sipping some wine, getting ready to open the cheese, and feeling like the weekend is ready to open before me like a spring flower.

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The restaurant makeover shows on cable TV tackle some tough problems.  The food is frozen dreck.  The management is dysfunctional.  The kitchen is a pigsty.  The staff is rude.  And the decor is kitschy, or dust-covered, or otherwise hideous.

IMG_1174I’ve never seen a show address one of the most irksome things you can find in a restaurant.  I’m talking about the tippy table.

Kish and I experienced the tippy table at a Nashville bistro.  We were led to one of those indoor/outdoor patio areas with an awning.  We sat down, enjoyed some chit chat, perused the menu, and ordered our meals.  When the waiter brought out soft drinks and we leaned forward, however, it happened — that sudden, annoying dip where one side of the table jerks down suddenly, and you realize you are saddled with a tippy table.  Gah!

When you confront the tippy table, there are no good options.  At a busy venue, there are no other tables available.  If you try to fix it, you spend half your meal under the table, carefully wedging Sweet ‘n Low packets and folded pieces of torn napkins under the legs, trying to engineer a stable table.  Then one of the sugar packets slides out, and you’re back to that vexing tippiness.  So you try to deal with the issue by moving gingerly, placing undue weight on your right forearm to try to lock the table down so tipping is impossible.  But an unconscious move toward the salt brings that infuriating ka-thunk, and you’re back to thinking more about the tippy table than about your meal or your dining companion.

A tippy table can ruin an otherwise excellent meal.  If I owned a restaurant, I would instruct the waiters to begin every shift by walking through the restaurant, touching every table to expose latent tippiness, and addressing any problems before guests arrived and had to endure a tippy table.

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IMG_3591Last night Kish and I visited the Patterson House because Kish wanted to try a bacon-infused Old Fashioned, pictured above.  The drink is made with Benton bacon-infused Four Roses bourbon, maple syrup, and pecan coffee bitters.  Kish said it was “delish!”

The Patterson House is an amazing place that shows you what a cocktail lounge could be like if people just worked at it.  It’s dark and quiet, with music playing in the background at just the right volume.  Access is controlled, so you don’t have a bunch of people crowding in at the bar, shouting their orders.  As a result, you actually can have a conversation, which isn’t possible at most bars I’ve been to recently.  The place offers some well-made, lighter fare food options, too, to balance the alcohol consumption.

The bartenders and waiters clearly take great pride in their appearance and their craft.  They work hard to make the perfect drink, and their list of drink options shows the kind of attention to detail that makes that goal feasible.  From the spherical ice cubes to the vigorous shaking to the careful placement of an orange peel, this is the place to come if you want to savor a well-made drink and some pleasant conversation.

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IMG_3574Nashville boasts having the best barbecue in the world.  Today for lunch Kish and I went to Edley’s Barbecue, a local landmark, to test that claim.

Edley’s one of those places that is crowded even at 1:30 p.m., where you stand in line for 15 minutes to place your order but don’t mind because the place smells so good.  After you order, you take a number, find a table, clear away any debris left by prior diners, and wait with lip-smacking anticipation for a server to find you with your grub.

I got the “pork platter,” which included a mound of moist, tender barbecued pork, a grilled slab of cornbread, and mac and cheese and grits casserole for sides.  It left me spluttering and speechless.

I don’t know whether Nashville is the BBQ capital of the world, but it’s in the competition.

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On the strong recommendations of a friend of a friend (thanks, Mr. D!) last night we had dinner at the City House restaurant in the old German section of Nashville.

IMG_3539It was an excellent start to our Nashville adventure, and I would recommend City House and its interesting menu to just about anyone.

It was late when our dinner began (who knew that Nashville was in the central time zone, by the way) so I was inclined to lighter fare and small plates.  I started with a fine glass of wine and the olives with taralli.  The olives were wonderful — light and buttery, with melting texture — and the taralli, which our waitress aptly described as a cross between a bagel and a pretzel, was crunchy and a perfect complement to the olives.

Next we moved to the Bresaola, Pecorino di Fossa appetizer, which was close to perfection:  thinly sliced, cured, rare beef, topped with shavings of sheep’s milk cheese.  It was deftly presented and just the right portion to keep the appetite stimulated.

IMG_3542My main course was Bread Gnocchi, Lamb Ragu, Lemon, Limas, Pecorino — a neat combination of lighter-than-normal gnocchi, shredded lamb, and spices and sauces that was bursting with flavor.  It was mouth-watering.  Fortunately, we were not served bread with the meal, because if we had been I would have embarrassed myself by mopping up every last bit of meaty goodness from the plate.

One last thing about City House:  it has a great atmosphere.  When you hear about a “foodie”-type place, you always wonder if it will have one of those stiff, phony ambiances.  City Hall doesn’t.  It feels just like a neighborhood gathering spot that just happens to be an exceptional eating place.  If I lived in the neighborhood, I’d be a regular.

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Spring Cookie Update

IMG_3482After some serious baking and pathetic attempts at decoration, I’m ready to bring my cookies over to Mom.

What’s a spring cookie?  Got me!  I tried to make do with gingerbread men and gingerbread baseball mitts catching icing balls, Scottish terrier sugar cookies dusted with chocolate, bright orange and blue cutouts topped with candied cherries and rainbow-colored decors, and some peanut butter and chocolate cookies.  Oh, and I added some of those chewy Fritos corn chip and peanut butter bar cookies that my sister Cathy specifically requested.

I’ve made a plate full and a filled storage container, besides.  Now it’s time to deliver the goodies.

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IMG_3479Mom asked me to bake some more cookies that she could share with her guests, so yesterday was a baking day.  As I was figuring out a good assortment, I also had to consult our collection of cookie cutters to decide which cutouts to use.

Many of our cookie cutters have a distinctive Christmas orientation, but over the years we’ve inherited and acquired an eclectic collection — a grab bag of dogs, hearts, a gingerbread man, stars, a baseball mitt, and even the Statue of Liberty and the space shuttle.  They are variously made of tin, sturdy plastic, and a thin, highly bendable metal; some have handles and others don’t.  Predictably, I like the older, metal cutters that probably date back at least 50 years.

My favorite is the little Scottish terrier cut-out.  It requires a little care and patience to extricate the cookie; you need to gently put a butter knife through the handle and nudge the cookie dough out.  It’s worth it.  I’m confident that anyone who picks up a cookie in the shape of a little dog will have a smile on their face.

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Our downtown neighborhood has welcomed a notable new arrival.  The Hills Market has set up shop near the corner of Gay Street and Grant, across from the Columbus College of Art & Design.

IMG_1158Today the Bus-Riding Conservative and I walked down to The Hills to check out their store, and the place was buzzing.  The BRC had read that the market was sponsoring a Friday fish fry, so we decided to check it out.  Although the market itself was impressive — chock full of locally sourced food, an extensive area where you can get meals ready to eat, and a decent wine selection — the fish fry was disappointing.  We got one piece of battered and fried fish that was indistinguishable from an Arthur Treacher’s offering and a bag of chips for $8.99.  $8.99?  C’mon, Hills . . . we expect more neighborly treatment than that!

Even though the fish fry offering should have been beached, I’m glad The Hills has decided to open a downtown outlet.  More and more people are moving to downtown Columbus, and we need a grocery store that can service the new residents.  The Hills fills a huge void, and I’m hoping it will be a big step toward a more residential, crowded downtown area.

Now, if they could just work on their lunch pricing . . . .

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Fruity Beer

The hot trend in cold beer seems to be . . . fruit.

IMG_3397Blue Moon Belgian White Wheat Ale, served with a slice of orange, has been around for a while and is a favorite of mine.  Shock Top Belgian White often is served the same way.  And, in my recent trips to the beer aisle of our neighborhood grocery store, I’ve seen raspberry beers, and lemon shandies, and blueberry beers.  I’ve also heard of peach beers, and watermelon beers, and other fruit-based experiments.  I’ve tried the shandies, and they are light and refreshing.  On the other hand, the blueberry beer I bought on a lark one time was just too sweet and cloying for my taste.

Most recently, after seeing countless commercials in which an indecisive guy trying to figure out what to order at a bar gets bonked on the head by an apple, I decided to try a Redd’s Apple Ale.  It’s also not bad.  It’s sweeter than most beers and has a distinctive apple tang.  It would be a good choice to sip on a sultry summer night while you are cooking sizzling meat on a hot Weber grill.  It also would likely promote responsible drinking, because I can’t imagine you could drink more than two or three before your fillings started to ache and your mouth puckered.

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IMG_3395Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all of our friends who are Irish and Irish wannabes.  Although we have a touch of Irish ancestry on my Mom’s side of the family, I’m not a green beer drinker or a huge celebrant of the holiday.  I decided to mark the occasion, instead, with some cookies shaped like shamrocks and the gold coins found in the leprechauns pot of gold that I’ll be delivering to Mom today.

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