28 January 2014
Eggs Benedict in Wilmington, NC
Sweet N Savory Cafe, in Wilmington, NC, has mad Eggs Benedict game. (And the vegetarian breakfast sandwich behind it was excellent, too.) I think I've decided that if you're a breakfast place that doesn't offer poached eggs of some sort, you're doing it wrong.
27 January 2014
Throw the best Super Bowl party you can -- Creamy Middles Sports Podcast, Episode 203
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10 October 2013
23 July 2013
$20 for a bottle of water? Your water sommelier will bring the menu right away
On a hot July afternoon, Martin Riese sits in a suit at one of the patio tables at Ray’s and Stark with eight bottles of water and 16 glasses in front of him. He laughs as museum goers pause in front of his table to smirk or make a comment about the odd man with all that water.
[snip]
Reise is the water sommelier — yes, there is such a thing — for the Patina Group of Retaurants. He’s launching a water menu Monday at Ray’s and Stark, the restaurant at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, where he is also the general manager. Some of the bottles will be priced as high as $20.
Holy hell. The United States has the best freaking public water system in the world, and this dude is calling himself a “water sommelier” and selling water (WATER!!!) to people with no sense and too much money.
Although, I suppose, it’s better to waste money on this foolishness than a Faberge egg addiction.
02 March 2013
The Food Network's Chopped: Men and women
If you’ve watched the Food Network’s television show Chopped, you may have wondered, as I have, whether there are any competitive advantages afforded by the show’s format. For instance, is there a discernible advantage to cooking in the station closest to the pantry? What about types of chefs? Are sous chefs more likely to win than pastry chefs?
Without data, we can’t know, and I don’t have the data to study those particular questions. But I do have data to study at least one question. Do the judges give men an advantage?
19 November 2012
Spam Musubi at the Aloha Island Grille in Santa Cruz.
Oh. My. God. Want so hard.
The truth is, when cooked with some inventiveness, Spam is actually an interesting alternative to other salty meats, like bacon. I’ve found that the key is making sure to pair it with a carb (like plain white rice, a classic treatment) and thin-slicing it, so that its saltiness doesn’t overwhelm.
08 November 2012
Cooking pot
As you might have heard, voters in Washington State, where I live, have become the first in the nation (along with Colorado) to legalize marijuana production, sales, and consumption. The legal ramifications are uncertain, because it remains to be seen whether or not the federal government will attempt to prosecute those who get involved in the marijuana trade. That said, the question on my mind at the moment is a smaller, but more personally interesting one: When will you be able to order marijuana in a restaurant?
31 October 2012
Know a toddler? Unleash her imagination
I know a toddler who has an amazing imagination. Yes, many toddlers have amazing imaginations, but this little girl actually plans things long in advance. For instance, take a look at the Halloween treat she designed and her mother helped her put together.

It’s a caterpillar! A cookie, fluff, pretzel caterpillar!
29 October 2012
The Asheville Public: Eggs Benedict taken to a whole new level

Suppose you go to Asheville, NC, with your wife to celebrate your first wedding anniversary. You’re probably expecting the Swinging Bridge at Grandfather Mountain to be the highlight, especially given the spectacular views in all directions.
But you’ll be shocked to find the highlight is the Eggs Benedict from The Asheville Public, a gastro-diner located in the town’s River Arts District that you stumbled upon only because the nearby restaurant where you’d hoped to get lunch is closed on weekends.
24 October 2012
Gotta Yelp!

I admit I have a problem. Despite knowing better, I regularly check the Yelp! reviews for the restaurant I work at. Partly because I want to have some sense of what people are saying about us, but also because it gives me an outlet for righteous indignation.
Of course, there are plenty of reasons to hate Yelp! — their extortionist business practices, for one. Still, the worst part of Yelp! is that people actually give weight to what the reviews say. I’ve served guests who stare at their phones reading reviews as a way to decide what to eat, instead of, oh, I don’t know, asking me. This is especially fun when the thing they decide upon isn’t on our menu anymore, which they might have known had they asked or, heaven forfend, read the menu.
18 October 2012
Independent Tribune: Area man angry that he misunderstood the nature of a church chicken feed, writes letter to local paper about it
For three days we had patiently waited for Saturday to arrive, waiting for that lip-smacking chicken. But because of some very poor marketing skills it was not to be.
12 October 2012
Too-dry vegetables, too-dry turkey: Boston Market, Charlotte NC

In Charlotte’s University City area, tucked around a dedicated onramp to WT Harris Boulevard, is one of several Boston Market locations in Charlotte proper. Pictured above: Regular-sized turkey individual meal, with mixed vegetables, stuffing, and cornbread. No gravy.
07 October 2012
A mouthful of burning ecstasy: Paco's Tacos, Charlotte NC

Near South Park Mall in Charlotte, NC, sits the best Tex-Mex restaurant in town: Paco’s Tacos. Pictured above: what they call Tuna Carnitas, ancho-chile-crusted tuna bites, served one way on a tortilla and another way in a lettuce wrap. Though a touch salty on its own, the spice crust makes perfect sense if you make sure to get some avocado and slaw in every bite.
03 October 2012
‘Urges contrary to swallowing’: An amateur enters the strange world ofcompetitive eating
It came about as many exciting things do, on a whim. For some reason or other, in early April I found myself on the Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs web site, staring at a blinking message soliciting applications to compete in the company’s annual hot dog eating contest that culminates with an orgy of consumption at Coney Island on July 4th, broadcast by ESPN. On a whim, I entered the competition’s qualifier in Charlotte, NC. My friends and family weren’t exactly thrilled by this decision.
“I suppose it’s better you than me,” my dad said.
“Make sure you use lots of ketchup,” said a friend. “If you don’t, the hot dogs will start to taste metallic after a while.”
“I wish you luck,” said another friend, “But I’m not going to watch because I don’t support what you’re doing.”
“You’re not going to dunk the buns in water, are you?” my girlfriend asked. “If you do, I don’t think I can watch. Mushy bread is disgusting.”
I arrived at the Concord Mills Mall parking lot with no expectation of victory. The previous year’s winner, Hall “Hoover” Hunt, had downed 28.75 hot dogs and buns in 12 minutes (HDB, in competitive eating shorthand). To put that in perspective, that’s roughly 14 feet of hot dogs and buns, end to end. Unfortunately for Hunt, it’s also not even close to the world record of 66 HDB in 12 minutes, set by Joey Chestnut at last year’s Coney Island contest.
My goal was to swallow 1.5 HDB per minute. This year, the contests were shortened to 10 minutes after Major League Eating, the contest’s sanctioning body, said it had discovered evidence that the shorter time was more traditional. Therefore, I was aiming to eat 15 HDB at once, with water to soften the bread and wash it all down.
I’ll cut to the chase: You don’t want to enter a hot dog eating contest. Sure, you might get introduced to Asia’s “Heat of the Moment”. You might get a boss t-shirt. You’re guaranteed a free lunch. However, the International Federation of Competitive Eating warns about “urges contrary to swallowing” for a reason.
For the first four or five minutes, I felt pretty good. The MC let me know that Hoover was well on his way to shattering the Charlotte qualifier record he’d set the year before, and he went on to win with 34 HDB. I fell behind my 1.5 HDB pace and had swallowed 5 when I hit a wall.
This wall is difficult to imagine, because eating that quickly in that little time is outside most folks’ experience. My jaw started aching and pain crackled on both sides, under my ears. My throat constricted, and I suddenly envisioned chunks of hot dogs turning into wooden blocks inside my mouth. I was simply unable to grind meat with my teeth and force it down my esophagus. To boot, when I dunked the buns in water, they turned slimy, and the sensation of slime slipping across my palate triggered my gag reflex.
Still, I slogged on, determined to out-eat at least one other person on the stage. After straining to swallow 5 HDB in the first five minutes, I only managed to get down 2 and a half more in the final five minutes.
Several times, I looked over the crowd and wondered if they were aware of my misery. I should have quit, but my cheeks were puffed full of “special selected trimmings” and cheap bread, and a reversal of fortune, in front of God, friends, and other competitive eaters, would have been more embarrassment than I could handle.
I didn’t finish last, but you can hardly call me a winner. Dazed, I ambled off the stage, feeling a little nauseous. There were dozens upon dozens of uneaten hot dogs on a table, and the MC was encouraging spectators to eat to their hearts’ content.
(Originally published June 16th, 2008 on The Sporting Blog, SportingNews.com)