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Monday, September 24, 2001
A woman eavesdropping on our conversation yesterday morning sparked an inspiration. Since we'll be lacking the standard style of table groupings, perhaps we should consider making up a new kind: parties who engage in interesting conversations get seated on one side on the room, everyone else goes on the other. This way, if you arrive by yourself, you can request to be seated on the interesting side, and you'll be guaranteed good eavesdropping material for the duration of your meal.
Our waiters could serve as screeners, and if the talk of a party seated on the interesting side turns to the banal, their privileges to sit on that side thereafter will be revoked. The logical extension of this idea would be to force those on the non-interesting side to restrict their talk to the weather and the latest "Friends" haircuts, and if they stray into more serious territory, they don't get served dessert.
posted by Sandor Weisz at 8:22 AM | Comment?
Sunday, September 23, 2001
In the recent dark issue of the New Yorker, there is much-needed relief found in "Toque Envy," an essay on the state of cooking in America.
Nicholas Lemann writes: "Chef has become, to a certain type of urban adult, what astronaut is to a seven-year-old boy—the standard fantasy occupation."
I have no idea what he's talking about there, but the rest is fun to read.
posted by Luke at 2:44 PM | Comment?
Monday, September 17, 2001
"They are bad men, but politics and digestion do not mix. Would you like some tea?"
(Slowly getting back in the mood to consider life's trivia.)
posted by Luke at 8:58 PM | Comment?
Tuesday, September 04, 2001
Goody, i did it. Now if I had just fixed the strange sentence about the house salsa...tjs
posted by Tara at 11:45 AM | Comment?
Woodrow’s on Lincoln for breakfast Saturday. Cannot recommend it. The eggs benedict was marginal and the hollandaise sauce thick as porridge, cold and utterly flavorless. The hash browns were cut up left over French fries. Quite disappointing. The service was desultory at best. Sad, as I am looking to move into this neighborhood and will need to find a worthy location to indulge in my hedonistic eggs benny fetish.
Saturday evening found us celebrating a birthday. Pre-cocktails at Café 28, the mojito was fair, but not nearly the revelatory brew experienced on a recent visit to NYC at Sol in Brooklyn.
Dinner was at Bransfield’s, the restaurant formerly located in the current Woodrow’s, confused? Don’t be.
The meal was barely mediocre, which is quite a let down as in its previous incarnation Bransfield’s was quite enjoyable. party of five, a birthday dinner, everyone at the table ordered steak in varying degrees of doneness. Each and every one of those steaks arrived cold to the touch and rare. When the waitress FINALLY deigned to respond to our beckoning she removed the dinners. They were returned promptly and hot. The state of the various potato sides on each indicated a strong likelihood that they had been nuked. When a dish is returned in a restaurant because it is not acceptable NEVER nuke it and send it back. NEVER. I find this practice quite appalling and do not return to establishments who engage in it. Aside from the potatoes achieving and inedible state, the texture of those well-priced steaks was done no favors by the microwave oven.
Breakfast on Sunday was at Bialy Cafe. Great little place with very attentive service, excellent food and a relaxed atmosphere. It is located across the street from Flo, a perennial favorite but by far more crowded on a Sunday morning. I will try Bialy again for lunch and certainly for breakfast, the Spanish Omlette was nice and the house was also salsa very good.
posted by Tara at 11:42 AM | 1 comment
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