It was magic in the middle of September. It was everything I’ve been hoping for and dreaming of for the better part of my adult life- a culmination, of sorts, an ascension into an adulthood that came with an ache in my wallet realizing that I was at the helm of this experience. Just me, the Bedfellow, and Grant Achatz one night for a few brief hours, a reservation made on a giddy whim in the heat of July in a sparsely decorated sublet. Alinea came and went as smoothly as its service. We were seated next to the worst dinner party, as it were, a guy and his three prisoners. Someone asked how many times he’d been there- “Oh, probably a dozen,” before he accosted the sommelier. For Alinea, I would easily do the same.Down the dark red hall, the world opened up into the well-oiled wizardry of the kitchen. I can’t remember a time, not the Macy’s Christmas displays, not Bloomingdale’s, not Sadaharu Aoki or Pierre Herme, that I have pressed my nose up against a glass panel with such wonder like this, and certainly not with a glass of champagne. There we stood watching the orchestration take place before we ascended. Continue reading “Alinea, Chicago, IL”
This shop has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions are mine alone. #SnackAndGo #CollectiveBiasThe Bedfellow does not appreciate my affinity for protein snacks. More importantly, she does not deem ‘paste’ one of the five food groups. Weird, right? In order to maintain harmony in the relationship, I like to go outside of the box and create snacks for her that satisfy her sweet tooth and my compulsive need to combine various flavors of cake. One of these is genius- no, seriously. Continue reading “Walking Dessert Tacos with Nabisco, Snack Pack, and Reddi Wip #ad”
I’m calling it now; you haven’t eaten like a champion until you’ve had a meal that has been accompanied with food groupies. That’s right- our recent meal at Hash House A Go-Go at Mohegan Sun came with not one, but four food groupies, replete with oohs, ahhs, and cameras flashing from the table next door, eager to see what we were feasting on.
Hash House bills itself as twisted farm food; but you don’t have to be a farmer to eat here. Far from it- we encountered Jets fans, families, and more, all converging around manhole-sized pancakes. Hash House occupies a unique space in the market as it dazzles its guests with enormous portions served up creatively. Thanks to the crew at the restaurant and at Mohegan, we were served up a week’s worth of food and a ton of fun before the BrewFest. Continue reading “Hash House A Go-Go, Mohegan Sun Casino, Uncasville, CT”
I participated in an Ambassador Program on behalf of Influence Central for Hood Cream. I received product samples as well as a promotional item to thank me for my participation.Remember that awesome dinner I attended in August? Remember the delicious macros I shot for you, and the hilarious selfies that I took? I’m still partnered with Hood on this amazing cream #ad campaign and I have an incredible treat for you. You can now create my evening in the comfort of your own home– all of the steak, delicious peach melba with creamy vanilla bean ice cream, cockles and cod with tomato cream, and more! Perhaps you’re an expert and are already one with the cow or are just dipping your toe into dairy and are looking for some new and fresh ideas outside of the classic favorites. The recipes are minimal, clever, and easy for a budding or experienced chef to recreate from scratch or use as a jumping grounds for inspiration for your own recipes using cream. Hood is releasing an amazing e-cookbook with Chef Chris Coombs of Deuxave featuring all of the recipes from that dinner and more, all with Hood cream. Continue reading “Hood E-Cookbook #ad #CookWithHood”
This shop has been compensated by Collective Bias, Inc. and its advertiser. All opinions are mine alone. #BOOItForward #CollectiveBiasHalloween is approaching. This means a few key things: your FaceBOOk is going to be bombarded with cutesy memes about the “first day of Halloween”. Stop that. It’s October, and you’re pushing it. This also means candy, parties, and a shockingly stark expose on the most popular costumes of the year, considering that they’re worn for about four hours before being discarded and repurposed as a t-shirt when you haven’t done your laundry. But we all know what the best part of Halloween is- the tricks, natch. I’ve partnered with MARS and Social Fabric to bring you a spooky-sweet can cake that will help you ‘BOO’ your friends this Halloween. Continue reading “#ad Red Velvet + Ginger Root Beer Can Cakes”
Chi-town, we love you so. Following closely on the heels of our first Midwestern journey comes the most important, hard-hitting journalism in life, where to scope out the best donuts in the city (after a 3-6mi. jog and walk). We hit up the holiest of holed humdingers in the city and reported back with the best. Continue reading “The Top Five Donuts in Chicago, IL”
Writing to you from the Windy City, a mere five hours fresh from a most modernist dinner, at the helm of a hotel desk, I stand. Well, sit. And as I consider the scientific debauchery of the well-oiled machine comprising Alinea and its staff, I leave you with a Pinkberry review in my absence.Pinkberry recently came out with a few end-of-summer flavors, blueberry and strawberry margarita, and sent me a gift card to coordinate a few reviews. They’re coming out with more flavors than Nintendo is coming out with Pokemon and we stopped at the mall to check them out. Pinkberry is slowly replacing the pretzel as the mall snack of choice. And I’m pretty sure Auntie Anne has already retired to Boca Raton or wherever it is that old pretzel mavens go to live their days in peace, away from the throngs of screaming pretzel fan mobs. We tried blueberry with coconut, chocolate crispies, and white chocolate chips. Astute readers will note that we took the bold route of not adding blueberries to our yogurt. Some, perhaps an unnamed partner in yogurt, would assert this was a mistake on our part, but I prefer to maintain that it was a creative decision of the most calculated nature. Despite, or perhaps as a result of, this brilliant maneuver, it was our favorite flavor. The toppings were all complementary and the yogurt itself was mild in flavor but true to nature, gently fruity and floral.
Strawberry margarita fared well but lacked the panache in inception that its advertisements and flavor alchemy beckoned. The base was all strawberry, but the margarita was waiting until five. No hint of lime, and the salt rim was reduced to a small shake of flavored sugar and salt, which disappeared into the cream and chocolate before any tang could emerge. The toppings, though colorfully congruent, were not as successful here, either. Perhaps this would work better as a shake, both as an homage to the cocktail and for an added punch of sour flavor from the greek yogurt that Pinkberry incorporates into their smoothies.
I know, I have a backlog of boxes in my food review trunk, but what can I say? I love getting mail. I promise I’ll be back to sniffing out weird sandwiches sooner than you can say “questionable health codes”, gang. On the docket we have a Chicago trip, packed with more sausages and Michelin stars than a gay chef’s convention, and more tea to satisfy my endless, undying tame hedonism. For now, Tea Box Express. Continue reading “Tea Box Express: September 2015 Subscription Box”
I’m a relatively classy guy and let the record show that if you want to up your sophistication, tea is the way to go. Fact: the best way to distance yourself from the bustling screams of the derelict on the streets below and the sounds of angry dogs fighting over garbage is not opiates, but oolong. I recently received a box of the good, leafy stuff from Amoda Tea, a Canadian company running a curated subscription box service, and tried out the goods for your consideration. Continue reading “Amoda Tea: August 2015 Subscription Box”
A few weeks ago, John and I took a meandering drive to Scarsdale (including a drive through a residential area holding no promise of any restaurants, Chinese or otherwise) for dinner at Wuji, the latest restaurant from cb5 Restaurant Group out of Greenwich, CT. Wuji combines fresh, local ingredients with traditional Chinese recipes and a hell of an eye for decor. We came, we sat, we ate the entire menu. Continue reading “Wuji, Scarsdale, NY”