Moreton Burger, medium rare. Taken last week at Moreton Fig Restaurant. Take that, vegetarians! (Taken with instagram)
Corned beef hash and a fried egg. Best thing about St Pattys Day is the leftovers (Taken with instagram)
That’s what I’m talking about. Turning this guy into a Reuben stat. (Taken with instagram)
Freshly squeezed juices. Spring drinks never tasted or looked so good (Taken with instagram)
Spring Break on campus. Which definitely means time to configure spring menu and cocktails. I love my job (Taken with instagram)
I grew up in East Los Angeles, California. And although I lived in the hood, I’ll admit that I wasn’t exactly slumming it. My mom and dad both had pretty decent jobs and I had many opportunities that kids around my neighborhood didn’t.
Despite what was available to me, I ate almost nothing. By nothing I mean, strictly hamburgers and chicken nuggets. I didn’t eat ketchup, mustard, lettuce, etc. Sure, lots of kids are picky eaters. Well, I didn’t eat anything red or green. The colors just scared me for some reason. This definitely had an impact on my upbringing and childhood. After a baseball game, we’d all hit up the local Shakey’s and do some damage there. But not me. I didn’t eat pizza. It was red. No pizza, no spaghetti, not lasagna, no salad…..pretty much nothing. What the hell was wrong with me?!
Now, I’ll eat just about anything. I’d take a bite out of a cow if it didn’t kick me back. But the reason for my ranting today is because I’m heating up a traditional Portuguese stew called “sopas.” It’s a delicious concoction of tough meat, slowly braised with a head of cabbage, some whole potatoes, and thick slices of soggy bread. That’s about it. And the hours and hours of stewing and slight seasoning of the meat just make it an extraordinary experience for me. The first time I had it, I knew I’d be addicted.
Portuguese cuisine in itself is rustic. It’s stews, and seafood, and whole fruits and vegetables just thrown together to let the product shine. In this case, the stew I’m about to indulge in has oxtail, some bone marrow, cabbage, a few whole potatoes, and soggy bread. Oh yeah…my mother-in-law also threw in there some chunks of slab bacon that she made in the back yard brick oven.
To be quite honest…if this is poor man’s food, I don’t want to be rich.
What do I hate about reviews on Yelp? People bring down the rating of my restaurant because they think they’re food critics. Then again, I suppose that’s what Yelp is for. To make people think they have the slightest clue of what good food tastes like. Ok, perhaps I’m a bit bias. But the way this one guy describes the food does not sound anything like what the food tastes like. ”The chefs/cooks like thyme too much.” What the fuck does that even mean? I, for one, love thyme. But our restaurant doesn’t use thyme very much at all.
The thing that pissed me off the most, is the way he ended his review. And this is when I remembered who the little prick was that came to dinner. He was upset because one of the broads in his party lost her purse. And I remember personally clearing the table and not seeing a purse there. They come back about 15 minutes later and said she lost her purse in the restaurant. I told her that I cleared the table and saw nothing, but if it turned up I would hold onto it. The writer of the review then goes on to say that he will never come back to the establishment because I showed no concern.
And for this reason alone, not because of the food or the service or the ambiance, the guest will not return. Because he/she believes that we “took the ladies purse, and or did not show any concern for the loss of it.” I’m sorry but, F off. Personally, I’m glad the person will not be a guest at our restaurant anymore. And furthermore, I’m glad she lost her purse. I hope her fucking keys were in it, along with her ID, credit cards, and birth control. I hope she gets pregnant and gets disowned by her family then has to spend her money going through therapy.
I really don’t wish that upon anyone…ok, maybe just a little
Bottom line, I love reviews. But if you’re going to write a review on a restaurant, write it about the food and service. Because that’s what a restaurant is there for. If you want to complain about a lost purse anywhere…write about an airport.
Coffee (Taken with instagram)
Reorganizing the Scotch list for the menu. I’m really appreciating Bowmore right now. And if you don’t like Scotch (or any whiskey for that matter) try adding an ice cube or two. Don’t worry; you’re not watering it down. You’re allowing the true essence of the whiskey to come out. It happens when you add a drop of water to it. Try it before and after. You’ll see what I’m talking about. Cheers. (Taken with instagram)