As 2018 kicks off and everyone scurries about to get to work on their New Year’s resolutions, I felt it was important to highlight a local landmark restaurant with no plans of changing anything.
Yes, while all the hordes of January-induced fitness minded locals decked out in their brand new workout clothes make their way to the gym for the next month or two, one thing is for sure…. when the treadmill, protein shakes and cardio kickboxing classes lose their short-lived luster, Winnie’s Tavern will be waiting for them with one heck of a great burger. Just like they have since 1957.
In a couple days, we’ll prepare an amazing feast to be shared with friends and family. We’ll typically gather around gorgeous place settings, a zillion side dishes and await the ceremonial entrance of a perfectly roasted (or fried-my favorite) turkey to get the festivities in full swing. A cool nip in the air, perhaps some football or family board games will also highlight the holiday and a day off never hurts anyone’s feelings either. It’s a grand time to eat until we say “I can’t believe I ate THAT much” and settle down for a little nap before round two (or three) of follow-on desserts round out the event.
I love a good “underdog” story. Whether it’s David and Goliath, Daniel-san in Karate Kid, the 1980 U.S. Hockey team’s victory over the Russians, or the movie “Rudy,” I always love to see the “little guy” go against the odds and come out on top. I saw something similar to this, although not on the “big screen,” at the recent Food Truck Rodeo at Hugh MacRae Park.
You ever walk into a place and instantly get a good vibe? You’re not sure what it is, but there’s SOMETHING there that makes you feel good inside long before you even order your appetizer.
Well, I just had a heaping order of that when I went to SPOONFED for brunch.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” This quaint piece of advice is older than anyone reading this, and in most cases has nothing to do with a book. It’s typically a preconceived opinion we have about someone or something that turns out to be dead wrong. There are a zillion examples of this adage like that big, mean-looking biker guy in your neighborhood that everyone gets out of the way for who is actually riding his Harley to go read books to sick kids in the hospital. Or, how about that ugly, old dog that no one really liked until he alerted his family that the house was on fire and actually rescued the cat. Yeah him. See what I mean?
There’s an old chef’s adage that says “we eat with our eyes first.”
We’ve all heard it before, and every time we sit down to eat a beautifully artistic dish set in front of us, we live it. Perfectly manicured microgreens, a geometrically optimized angle of splatter for an accompanying sauce to perfectly accentuate an entrée or a Zen-like minimalistic dot or two of a reduction in the midst of a large white plate all toy with our eyes long before our taste buds are invited to come out to play.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
Just because I like to eat and write about my food adventures (thank you to all three of you out there who actually read my rantings), some people think I’m some sort of an authority on what’s good and what isn’t, where to go and where not to.