I Forgot How Much I Loved Biscuits

Last week I was in Nashville visiting my uncle. It had been a long time since I'd been to the south, and while there are things I can do without, I sure do love me some Southern cooking.

I hope to post a little more about what I ate, as it ranged from the simple (several of our DINNERS were less than $25 for two or more people) to the sublime.

I have to say, though, that out of everything I managed to consume in the country music capital the biscuits from the Cracker Barrel restaurant (yes, you read correctly) were what truly captured my heart. They were really, really fucking good.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld

My New Favorite Thing

It's an exciting Friday night in the Restaurant Whore household, let me tell you. Jon and I spent a good part of this evening viewing what I can only call the most AWESOME SITE EVER.

Ever wanted to know what sorts of nasties are lurking in the kitchens of your favorite restaurants? Well here's your chance. Who's blowing snot in the soup? Re-serving bread? Providing a nice resting spot for vermin?

I got contacted by one of the folks from this site yesterday because they wanted my feedback, and I have to say that I looooooooove it. Haven't stopped playing with it since. I particularly love how it predicts what I'm searching for with each letter I type.

Riddle me this, though: why, oh why, is it a greater violation to have a few dirty utensils than it is to have rats and mice in your kitchen? I could give two shits if my chef is downing a beer while s/he cooks, but allowing roaches to throw a little party in the back room? Not cool, bitches, not cool. That's the health department's fault, though, not the fault of Clean Scores so don't hold it against them.

I predict this site will come in especially handy when Jon's mom comes to visit. This is a woman who will not allow anyone to walk on a hotel carpet barefoot (although she did drink a glass of a stranger's wine that he had left behind when we were in the Cinque Terre so my logic may be flawed).

Clean Scores, will you marry me?

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld

Lauri Calls Me On My Shit

You know you eat somewhere too much when you end up sitting next to people that you've seen at the restaurant before, and you can tell them exactly where they sat when you saw them last. Problems, people, problems.

In any case, you may remember my droolfest over a certain Mr. Gyllenhal a few weeks back. I reported that he was my first celebrity sighting at Delfina.

I'm a fucking liar.

Last night, Lauri, GM extrodinaire, reminded me that I had also seen the superhot and fabulous Parker Posey. How I forgot that, I don't know. I only know that it means I suck. This is even more ridiculous considering the meal in question was a) free and b) on Delfina's anniversary. Also, that anniversary happens to be Jon's sister's birthday. And considering we are expecting an additional diner in the family approximately ten days before that date, I'm just going to squeeze my legs together real tight and hold out so we can have a hat trick.

So Delfina celebrity sightings is at 2, not one, but it is still a sad ratio considering how much time I spend there.

In other news, I will be baking some yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting today. This craving shit is no joke.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld

Sweat and Bugs

I'm off on the annual 4th of July trip to the in-laws' cabin in backwoods Minnesota. It promises to be really fucking hot with a shitload of mosquitoes. There will, however, be S'mores so I'll be all good. I may live on those damn things for 5 days considering the culinary wasteland that is backwoods Minnesota (and before you city freaks get all up in my grill, there is a big fucking difference between the fabulousness of Minneapolis/St. Paul and the "town" that we are going to an hour and half north of those cities).

Happy Independence Day to everyone (hmmm...I wonder what they are going to start calling this holiday in another year or two when we've completely lost all of our fucking rights, but I digress).

And go see Ratatouille. It's great.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld