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heading to a symposium in berkeley tomorrow and just realized we are staying 5 min away from chez panisse. just got lunch res.
The mafia and NYC pizza cheese (via kottke.org)
ramps in nyt
eat ginger
Killing floor at a small scale meat cutter.
See "Blood into Wine" Dude from Tool makes wine......
In friggen JEROME ARIZONA.....!
sdb
Prosperity Dumpling. 69 Clinton. 4 for $1.00. Delicious.
Harris Ranch beef has a good reputation. I've driven past their restaurant and inn a zillion times, but never stopped. I ate there three times over the past weekend. Steak on the way south. Left over ribs later that day. Burger on the way back.
Steak: Over seasoned. Server stopped by to ask if I needed A1. I didn't say "I'm pretty sure this meat has enough sodium on it."
Pork Ribs: Overcooked and over sauced. Probably tried to cook them too fast at too high of a temperature.
Burger: I meant to stop at the Inn and Out about 20 miles south, but it was besieged by tour buses. That would have been a better choice at 1/3 the price.
Meh. I'll still buy their meat.
I don't agree with it all, and it's not all about food, but this mega comment reply to the standard "what should I do on my visit to NYC" is worth it just for the audacious scope.
(the big feast)
Lotus of Siam NY was fantastic last night.....awesome meal!!
There is a fat ho in Waco
captain caveman
Mr. Johnston, it should be noted, is a fan of heirlooms, which, in the broadest sense, are old varieties of “open pollinated” seeds that will grow the same plant again.
But he argues that his typical customers — small market farmers and avid home gardeners — have better choices. Modern seeds, which are generally hybrid crosses, produce a “more vigorous plant, better resistance to diseases,” he said.
And here’s the heirloom heresy: they often taste better, too.
one wierd looking place IMnotsoHO
ex wd50er etc, looks like a yummy menu attached at bottom of article
some people think they owe me dinners, will do one here
Soto
There is no sign on the little restaurant’s front door. Inside, the austere, whitewashed room seats only 42 people. And night after night, you will find the proprietor himself, Sotohiro Kosugi, bent behind his sushi bar with his two loyal assistants, working with a kind of surgeon’s intensity in his spectacles and white sushi cap. Kosugi is a third-generation sushi chef, from a small town in northern Japan that he likes to say “has more fish than people.” For eleven years, he labored in Atlanta, where his cooking won a wide following among diners in that sushi-starved region. By New York standards, however, the sushi at Chef Kosugi’s restaurant is good but not fabulous. The raw fish is flown in from around the globe five times a week, and it’s available in the usual rainbow of esoteric and pricey varieties. Take a seat at the polished, blonde-wood bar and sample semi-fatty “chu-toro” tuna from Ecuador, fresh Amber Jack from Hawaii, and pearly white Toyama shrimp from Japan, all served in the decorous, classically small Tokyo style. More notable at Soto, though, are the raw and gently cooked seafood dishes that emerge from the kitchen in a blizzard of inventive, unlikely, and often quite delicious ways. — Adam Platt (NYMag)