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Andrew Fenton

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  1. Eastern PA in the 70's was full of cheap bad beer.  However if i had to pick one it would be Utica Club.  Horrible stuff. 

    I don't doubt that's true. But they did have a swingin' theme song: click here for the MP3 and here for the album cover art (scroll down to #23).

    Waitresses slide down fireman's poles. Life sized paintings come to life. A friendly gorilla's in charge of the swings.  You know the ones that hang from the ceilings.  With girls on them.
  2. Say, does anybody ever make banana pudding with flavors of custard other than vanilla? Chocolate, butterscotch, lemon custard: all might be worth experimenting with, but I've never seen them.

  3. I have seen banana pudding with whipped cream topping on occasion and wondered why people stray from the traditional merangue I grew up enjoying in Mississippi. Is there a sub-regional difference in taste? :blink:  :blink:

    In his book North Carolina Barbecue: Flavored by Time, Bob Garner offers two recipes for banana pudding: a winter pudding, topped with meringue and allowed to mellow at room temperature, and a summer pudding, which is layered with whipped cream and softened in the refrigerator.

    Me, I like meringue. I like how it gets slightly browned and caramelized; I like the elegance and economy of using the yolks for one part of the dish and the whites for the other; and I like its airiness, and the tiny bubbles that pop on your tongue.

  4. I'll throw out, as I did on the other thread, John Lanchester's "The Debt to Pleasure."  Not a traditional mystery by any means.  In fact I didn't even know it was a mystery until I was more than half way through the book.  I highly recommed it.  It was written somewhat as a memoir based on seasonal menus.

    I'll second this recommendation; though I agree that, while there's a mystery (in the sense of a secret) at the core of the book, it's only a "mystery novel" in the way that Pale Fire is. Probably the best description would be a combination of Nabokov and Brillat-Savarin. Very dark, very funny.

  5. So I bought a couple of nice thick pork chops the other day. Following the advice in this thread, I brined them for about two hours, then took one, rubbed it with salt, pepper and rosemary, and then sauteed in it a little EVOO.

    Meh.

    The meat was good quality, and I didn't do anything technically wrong: it was nicely browned and plenty juicy. But still, it wasn't much more flavorful than a chicken breast prepared in the same way. Looking to pimp it up a little, I ate the second chop with a balsamic reduction. Better, but still not particularly interesting, especially compared to a good veal or lamb chop.

    On balance, I think I'll just leave pork chops alone from now on: more for the rest of y'all...

  6. All rightie, now. I finally got to spend a weekend sampling some of the many and varied culinary delights of Carlisle.

    First, Empire. This is a really good restaurant: not as in, "really good for Carlisle", but really good, period. Lovely sophisticated decor, interesting food, good service. They also have a very talented bartender and a solid wine list, and I was in the mood to celebrate, and wasn't paying... so I had a fine ol' time, you betcha. Highlights included the gazpacho, with cumin-scented shrimp and a wee little scoop of tomato sorbet (brightened up with orange juice) and the rack of lamb with artichoke-preserved lemon slaw. Nice cheese selection, too. It's also a pretty expensive restaurant (around $25 for entrees), so get somebody else to take you to dinner.

    Lunch at Salamandro. Little pizzas (too much cheese for my taste) and okay salads.

    Brunch at Fay's Country Kitchen, which is everything you could ask for, breakfast-wise, including a really superb pumpkin pancake. And scrapple!

  7. Apparently it isn't just the $100 Cheesesteak.  They're charging $16 for a Cosmopolitan, $11/glass for cheap South American wine that costs $8/bottle and $26 for a Sidecar.

    Holy. Fucking. Shit. For twenty-six bucks, they'd better throw in the motorcycle, too!

    Methinks the Starr empire is reaching Critical Mass.

    I think that, as with all empires, it's reached its point of decadence and decay. What with Starr lounging around on pillows being fed $20 grapes by nubile slave girls, et cetera...

  8. As far as I know, Sandy is right: the website is left over from the 2002 exhibition. It wouldn't surprise me if, when he retires or at another suitable moment, Chef Blank donates his collection to Penn, but that hasn't happened yet.

    (The exhibition, like the website, was very cool. To this day, I regret missing the opening reception, and the, um, free food...)

  9. I'm glad to see this topic, because I have a question: I've only had pork chops maybe three or four times in my life, and I've always been disappointed: bland, sometimes dry, always boring. Nothing like what you get from good pork shoulder (in stew, carnitas, or, of course, barbecue). So what am I missing? What should I look for?

  10. Thanks for asking, OrmIrian. I'm embarrassed to admit that I've basically not eaten out at all in Carlisle: combination of being out there by myself and only during the week, and being too busy to eat much besides reheated leftovers from the weekend... Once I can get my wife out there with me, I'll probably eat out more. And I've gotta go to the Camp Hill farmers market before it's too late in the year.

    Had a burger at the Hamilton, which was okay. But it looks as if I ordered the wrong thing: the dogs are clearly the way to go, especially (as Mr. Blister recommended) the Hotchee (sp?)- pimped up with chili, onions, cheese, etc. I've also eaten a lot of the frozen custard at Massey's, which was pretty damn good.

    I'm breaking the dry spell tomorrow night with dinner at Empire, which I've heard is quite good. Will report afterwards...

  11. According to the OED, "coffee shop", at least in the US, refers to a "café or restaurant, usu. attached to a hotel, where meals as well as light refreshments can be bought". They have a few citations, e.g. a 1940 letter from Groucho Marx:

    Met Ira Gershwin this morning in the coffee shop at the Essex.

    I'd never heard of coffee shops being specifically attached to a hotel; this seems like an out-of-date usage.

    Interestingly enough, in British India, "coffee shop" meant something somewhat different:

    a place at which the residents of a station (esp. in Upper India) meet for talk over a light breakfast of coffee, toast, etc., at an earlier hour than the regular breakfast of the day; the name is also applied to the gathering, and so to the halt of a regiment for refreshment on an early march, etc.
  12. I've heard positive reports about the restaurant before (though not, in truth, from anybody I actually know). But even without your comments, I'd be suspicious, just from their lack of focus: ribs! crab bisque! gnocchi! sandwiches! Seems like too many things to do and be able to do well.

    Still, I like the story behind the place. And it sounds like they'll do fine, even without me showing up...

  13. I believe the difference is an historical and architectural one: "diner" is short for "dining car", and originally referred to a prefabricated, metal building: lots of them were, in fact, converted railroad cars. A "coffee shop" serves the same kind of food, but in a regular building. As diners qua diners have disappeared, there's been a convergence between the two, and I don't think most people make much of a distinction now.

  14. That's a real shame. They had great food and nice owners, and were a perfect lunch stop midway between NYC or north Jersey and Philly. I stopped there every so often on my way back from Rutgers and always went away happy.

    New restaurants just dont seem to take root in Trenton.  Damn.

    I blame the curse of the DDC...

  15. I agree that the article is well-written, and good bitchy fun to read. Its problem isn't that Grimes is a food snob; it's that he's a class snob.

    The melon and prosciutto is a good example of how he misses the point. Grimes presumes that all post-college folks (and note the assumption that only college graduates are interested in good food) are already familiar with the idea of melon and prosciutto. I'm sure that that's true, at least among inhabitants of the Upper West Side. But he doesn't seem aware that there are lots of folks who aren't aware of the melon/prosciutto concept, and he doesn't understand that the recipe is for them: open-minded people who are haven't encountered the idea of melon/prosciutto, but don't know how it ought to look on a plate.

    Similarly, the canned peaches thing is nonsense. Grimes admits that the dish, even with canned fruit, is pretty good. So why does he devote three paragraphs to criticizing it? I guess so he can express his shock that a master chef like Jacques Pépin might have betrayed his class by admitting canned peaches into his cupboard, and imply that Pépin must have been bought off. That's gratuitous, and again misses the point of the dish.

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