Getting to Know My New City

Last week, I had a HUGE hankering for chicken wings.  I didn’t want to go to a chain restaurant or order from a pizza place (they always have the soggiest and most disgusting wings).  So my husband did the only thing that makes sense:  He got on Twitter and asked where was the best place in Reading to get a good serving of wings.  The replies poured in and the vote was unanimous among that repliers; Jimmie Kramer’s Peanut Bar.  I seemed to recall having seen this place on an episode of some “Best Of” show on the Travel Channel and was excited to learn that this place is five minutes from my house.

I didn’t take my camera and thus, have no pictures.  I could kick myself…seriously.  I’m going to be a new regular of this place.  I.  Am.  In.  Love.

The place is tiny.  It’s got old floors.  There are peanut shells littering the floor (their claim to fame is that they were the first to serve peanuts on the house and let their patrons throw the shells on the floor).  The lighting was low, the bartender was CUTE (hey, it helped with the ambiance) there was a great beer list, it’s family friendly, and the food is fantastic.

We started with a dozen wings each as an appetizer.  After jonesing for wings for more than a week, I was more than satisfied.  They were delicious.  As a rule for me, I like for my wings to be spicy enough for my nose to be running, but not so hot that I’m crying for my mommy.  These wings were just right.

The way that they were served was genius, GENIUS I tell you.  They were served in a bowl and there was a puddle of hot-sauce-goo at the bottom.  They were swimming in their hot sauce.  They were cooked to perfection.  Crispy, not soggy and not overcooked either.  Even when swimming in their hot-sauce-goo they maintained a crispness.  I’m going back for more very soon!

As a main course, I had the N.Y Jewish Corned Beef on Rye sandwich.  Just right.  Just right.  Again, I’ll be having that again after I’ve run through the rest of the menu.

The staff was super nice and attentive, the atmosphere was comfortable even though they were quite busy.  The prices were a little high, yes, but I won’t begrudge them that.  It was worth it. I liked this place so much, that when I go back, I’ll take my camera and give them ANOTHER post on here.  I told you…IN LOVE.

I’m happy to see that my new city will offer me many strata of eating trials.  I look forward to exploring further.

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Ivar’s: The Best Seattle Has to Offer…….Seriously???

I meant to make braised lamb shanks for dinner tonight.  I meant to blog about a dessert on here tonight.  Alas, circumstances changed and my agenda has changed.  We decided to go grab some fish n’ chips for dinner at a local place called Ivar’s.  People around here talk about it like it’s the best place ever to get batter fried seafood and chowder.  Since we love batter fried seafood and chowder, we decided that a gloomy and cold day like today would be a great time to try this place.

I’m taking a chance by posting this.  It’s quite possible that a local will stomp my big toe after reading this.

This place was disappointing all around.  We didn’t go to the original Ivar’s on Seattle’s waterfront, we went to a little fish shack in downtown Bothell, a suburb of Seattle.  Actually, I’m giggling right now because I’m at their website and by the looks of it, it seems that the company would have you believe that it is a sit-down and elegant seafood restaurant.  Umm, no. It’s not.  We ate chowder from paper bowls, and ate our fried food from baskets lined with wax paper.  Our drinks came in paper cups just like what you would expect from a fast food chain.  That in and of itself would never bother me, but this place failed in the food department.

Their fries were ok.  They tasted like a million other French fries I have eaten.  Their regular fish was not so good.  The breading was coarse and bland.  The clam strips, the shrimp, were all covered in the same breading.  I’ve had better come from my freezer.

The chowders were gross.  I have nothing at all nice to say about those chowders.  The Manhattan Clam Chowder (the red one) tasted like it came from a can.  It had that cheap bouillon cube taste to it that was overwhelming and gross.  Clam Chowder, I understand can be tricky, but if you plaster your restaurants and webpage with gloats of awards your restaurant has won, own up and put quality ingredients in your food.  There’s just no excuse for cheap tasting soup.

The New England Clam Chowder (the white cream-based one) was weird.  It was better than the Manhattan, but it was still not very good.  The main taste in this soup was bacon.  I want to taste the sweet briney taste of clams and I’m eating bacon-cream soup.  That’s not right.  This place is famous for it’s chowder and I hated it.

They also provided little plastic tubs of tartar sauce and ketchup with our meals; little pre-sealed Ivar’s condiments.  The problem with these is that the tubs were only filled maybe 1/3 to 1/2 full.  That’s a lot of plastic waste coming from a native restaurant of a city that considers itself progressive in environmental consciousness.  And no, there was no recycling offered.  Between my toddler and I, we used 3 tubs of ketchup and 1 tub of tartar sauce (I was sharing with my son and couldn’t use malt vinegar like I wanted)….that’s a lot of plastic going to a landfill and that was just us.  I’m disappointed.

There were ants crawling around on the table top.  That, to me, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  I expect ants when I am eating on the ground in a park, but not in a restaurant.

The prices were a little high considering what we were eating.  We were actually sitting in a booth in the back of a restaurant and the door to the kitchen was open and I could look right in.  It was a bunch of deep fryers and freezers.  It actually kind of reminded me of the kitchen in the back of the Krusty Krab on the show Spongebob Squarepants (I’ve got a toddler, people.  Nickelodeon is very familiar to me!).  Also, the “combo dinners” didn’t come with drinks.  That’s ridiculous!  And the drinks ended up being quite pricey!  I am just so annoyed with this place.  I could have gotten better tasting deep fried fish at a cheaper price from Captain D’s or Long John Silvers (that’s the comment that’s going to get me killed).

Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had Fish N’ Chips made by a person from the UK.  Those people KNOW how to batter and fry cod, ladies and gentlemen.  I just really didn’t like this place, and that disappoints me because up until tonight I have absolutely loved all of the tiny food joints Seattle has to offer.  Sorry, Ivar’s and Seattlites.  It was NOT good.

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Beth’s Cafe and the Gazillion Egg Omelette

Since we are leaving the Seattle area for the Philadelphia area in August, my husband and I have been trying to see the little food gems that Seattle has to offer before we go.  I’ve already written about Momoya Sushi, L&L Hawaiian Barbecue,  and Dick’s Burgers.  These places, as you can tell, could all be considered “holes in the wall.”  These aren’t 5 star restaurants that are likely to draw powerful men in business suits.  These places are all humble and unpretentious.  I like that.  Here in Seattle, as in any other major metropolitan area, there are many high end restaurants that cost zillions of dollars for a crouton.  I go to these places when I am forced to and I will admit that it is nice to have a fancy evening out maybe once a year, but I really prefer the low-brow kind of cuisine.

The place that we visited this weekend was Beth’s Cafe.  Perhaps you have heard of this place from the Travel Channel.  This place is most famous for it’s 12-egg omelettes.  My husband and I saw it on television and joked that we should find this place….then we sort of forgot about it and went on with our lives.  Well last summer we took a family trip to a nearby zoo and right across the street from the zoo was Beth’s Cafe.  I pointed this out to my husband who quickly got excited about it and proclaimed that we would go the very next weekend.  Fast forward to more than a year later and we still hadn’t gone.  I was planning a nice Father’s Day for my husband and decided that now would be a great time to finally go the Beth’s and get the low-down on the hizzy….err something like that.

Of course we ordered a 12-egg omelette!  I was certain that we wouldn’t eat it all and my husband (who loves the fact that I regularly eat waaaay more than him in a sitting) was certain that we (me) would eat it all.  But let’s hold off on the food for a moment and talk about the place itself.  Parking is in the back next to a run-down old building with a door that scared the heck out of me.  It looked like a rat the size of a gorilla was going to jump out and punch me at any moment!  The inside of the cafe is old and probably hasn’t changed since it was opened in 1954.  The walls were dingy and had little splatters of food on them, the floor was worn and slightly muddy, and the booths have definitely seen better days.  There are crayon drawings covering all of the walls.  All patrons are provided with a small stack of regular white paper and a cup of crayons and are encouraged to doodle so that the cafe will always have new “art” all over the walls.  It was funky and neat.  It was a cool distraction to look around at all of the drawings.  Since this place is open 24/7, I can imagine that more than one over-partied person has stumbled in there for a stack of pancakes and left behind a unique drawing.

The wait staff couldn’t have been more attentive or friendly.  It was refreshing, really, to find such nice people.  They were genuinely nice.  When you go to small places like this as opposed to those big chain restaurants, you are more likely to run into genuine personalities waiting on you rather than the plastered on fake smiles of the teenaged wait staff at Applebee’s.

Never once did either my husband or I see the bottoms of our coffee cups, and for my husband that says a LOT.  He’s a web developer; he’s practically immune to caffeine.  When we were seated, we were immediately greeted with ice water and coffee.  Almost as soon as we put our menus down, a happy face was there to take our order.  When we stopped eating, a happy face was there to ask if we were done and to compliment us on how cute our son is (always a plus).  I really enjoyed the wait staff at Beth’s.

Now for the food.  We went on a Friday morning, but remember that it’s summer vacation for public schools and colleges and universities so this place was actually quite busy.  When we ordered our 12-egg omelette, we expected that it would be a long wait before we got our food.  We were wrong!  The waitress brought us our food in no more than 5 minutes.  That’s crazy!  What was even crazier was the fact that this omelette was served to us on a huge pizza pan.  It’s THAT big.

Beth's 12-egg Omelette

Underneath that huge stuffed omelette (stuffed with sausage, onions, green peppers and cheddar cheese) was at least a lb. of hash browns, and you can obviously see the toast.  I wondered if a dish like this were pure novelty or if it was actually going to taste good.  It was DELICIOUS.  It was perfectly cooked.  It was a joy eating this monster.  The hash browns were also delicious even though the main flavor was of BUTTER.  These things were soaked in butter…but in a good way.

Beth's Cafe Beat Us

Alas, we were unable to clean our pizza pan.  We did pretty well though, huh?

Lukas

Even with his enthusiastic help, we still didn’t eat the whole thing.  I was partly disappointed, but we were mostly stuffed to the gills.  That’s a lot or protein and carbs!

Lukas and Momma

After the total experience:  the food, the service and the atmosphere I would have to say that I would recommend this place to anybody.  Yeah it’s a little dingy looking, but that lends to the personality of the place.  Yeah the building is old and the parking lot is a little scary, but the people there are so cool.  I absolutely loved it and would like to go again before we leave here.

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A Hawaiian Dive is a Good Thing

When I was 7 months pregnant with my son, my husband and I took a last vacation as a couple to Hawaii.  To be perfectly honest, we weren’t all that impressed with all of the cheesy tourist-y stuff, but we did get a chance to taste some really great food.  The pineapple there was so ripe and juicy and sweet (nothing like the stuff we get here in the mainland), and the things they do to pork over there is so good I’d dare call it “naughty”.  When we came back home, it wasn’t long until we started really missing the food.  Luckily, we live in the age of information and a quick search on the internet pointed us to a little Hawaiian place called L&L Hawaiian Barbecue.  Boy am I glad that we found this little gem because they have THE BEST Kalua Pork and even my 20 month old baby loves it there (at that age, toddlers refuse to eat just about everything but this kid thinks that Kalua Pork is the best thing next to chocolate).

L&L Hawaiian Barbecue

My local restaurant is located in an old strip mall.  It’s actually funny that it’s located next to a Curves because their food isn’t exactly *ahem* figure friendly.  That’s ok because it’s really good and totally worth the splurge.

Cheesy Decor

More Cheesy Decor

The decor in this place is beyond cheesy.  But, if you’ve ever been to Hawaii (Waikiki in particular) it’s not that far off base.  That whole town was cheese-tastic and this restaurant reflects that perfectly.  Every time I have been in this particular restaurant the floors have been very dirty and the red booths are so smooshy, you sink down so that you are nose-level with the table.  The food is so good that these things are easy to ignore.

Lots of Food

The serving sizes of the meals are simply enormous.  I have a hard time eating a full serving, and that’s rare for me.  Listen, I’m not one of those tiny super skinny people that tries to brush off my super skinny-ness by saying I eat a lot.  I really do pound it back when I sit down to a meal.  I’ve actually frightened people by how much I can eat.  There’s a reason that I can’t fit into a size 2 pants, folks.  And yes, that’s my son trying to dig into the food.  He loves it so much that he couldn’t wait 2 seconds for me to snap a picture.

Spam Musubi

This place serves Spam Musubi.  As you may or may not know, Spam is a very big thing on the islands.  Under normal circumstances I don’t really care for this stuff.  Maybe it’s the novelty of having what is basically a Spam sushi, but I really like this stuff.  It’s salty, savory, and the dried seaweed goes perfectly with the Spam.  I like it, so shoot me.

My Meal

This is what my meal looked like.  Smokey Kalua Pork, rice, and a delicious pasta salad.  Maybe it doesn’t look all that intimidating here, but all those carbs really can weigh a person down.  It’s a delicious meal, I adore every aspect of it.  They serve a Kalua Pork with or without cabbage but I just don’t care for the texture of the option that comes with cabbage (and with Irish and German ancestors, I’ve had cabbage many many ways).  I like my pork straight up.  I’d like to think that the afterlife is fully stocked with Kalua Pork.

The first time I came to L&L, I found the side of pasta salad a little odd, but I went with it.  I’m a sucker for any carb smothered in a mayonnaise sauce so the pasta salad and I made quick friends with each other.  It goes oddly well with the intense smokey flavor of the Kalua Pork.  It’s weird, but it works.

I urge you to please visit the website and see if there is a franchise near you.  It’s still a small restuarant chain so if you are left without one of these little gems close to you, my sympathies go to you and your families.  You’re missing great food in a total dive.

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The Tiffin

Last week on my personal blog I created a post that discussed plastic and alternatives to plastic.  I casually recommended that people use a tiffin box in place of styrofoam take out boxes or doggie bags when eating out.  Since then, I have been asked several times to talk about the tiffin boxes in more depth.  Hey, it pertains to food and eating, and doing our part to help the planet is everybody’s responsibility.

See my original post here.

Tiffin

Behold the tiffin.  This is a marvelous little invention that is used in India and China as an everyday lunch box.  In the case of my tiffin, there are three bowls that fit together and are clamped together by a carrier.  I got this for $9.99 here.  It’s also dishwasher safe.  Yeah, now you’re out of excuses to NOT get one of these.  If you do some browsing and have no problem with paying a little more, these can come with a more “designer” feel to them with colors and patterns.  For me, the stainless steel is fine.

Tiffin Disassembled

These are the three tiffin bowls and the top lid.

Filled Tiffin Bowls

Here I have some Chinese takeout in the tiffin bowls.  These bowls actually hold quite a lot of food.  They hold just as much, if not more than those little takeout containers (which, depending on your takeout provider can be paper or styrofoam) usually provided.

Juxtaposed

Here I’m showing my hand next to the tiffin bowls to give a to-scale comparison.  These bowls are not tiny and they are great for takeout.  I warn you, you’ll have to argue with your provider to get them to use your own container instead of theirs.  They get confused.  Just try to explain to them why you are against using the styrofoam or paper and they usually cooperate.

I don’t know about you, but almost every time I go out to eat at a sit-down restaurant, I always have food leftover and the waitress/waiter is always offering me a box.  These “boxes” are styrofoam and completely wasteful.  Keep a tiffin on you and tell your server that you brought your own box.  You paid for it, it’s your food and I seriously doubt you’ll get any resistance.  If anything, you’re going to hear how cool that it is and how clever you are.  Who doesn’t love that?  Just remember who gave you the tip, huh kids?

TIFFIN.  You know you want one….or two.  Go on, save the world one tiffin at a time.

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