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Food Seen.

Food writer’s log of local food seen during for the last part of May, first part of June 2012:

  • Chef Harrison Keevil from Brookville Restaurant gets pastry kudos from The Daily Meal for his Spicy Raspberry Jelly & Cinnamon Sugar doughnuts. Yum!
  • Have you been keeping up with Tomas Rahal’s MAS missives while he’s been touring Tuscany and Barcelona the past few weeks? If not, you’re missing out. His tapas photos from Tickets, Albert Adria’s place, and his musings on the Tuscan countryside will make you want to slap him silly with jealousy when he gets back. Seriously dude, you’re killing me!
  • Megan Headley gets Cville chefs to reveal their deepest, darkest junk food addictions. Reminded me of when I asked Mr. Bourdain this very question during his visit here. His “Popeye’s mac and cheese” answer was appropriately embarrassing and delicious. Mr. Ripert’s response of “chorizo” was not. As for me? I’d go with Sweet Thai Chili Doritos and Cheerwine. Not together mind you. ‘Cause that would be disgusting.
  • The Charlottesville 29 was kind enough to ask me for my Five Friday Food Finds – while I was with The Hubby in Barcelona sans computer (oh yeah, whole other post on Barcelona yummies up soon). It was all I could do to get the visions of tapas from dancing in my head and come up with a “Comfort Food” theme to send. I blame Spain. Cause their food is so damn comforting.
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Vancouver Food.

When the weather threatened to get butt-hot again today, I started to miss Vancouver. Sigh. We visited for a few days a few weeks back. Seventies for a high, sixties at night. Perfect weather for strolling through gorgeous parks, gazing at million-dollar yachts, and eating. Yes, Vancouver lured me in with its gorgeous scenery, but it was the food that made me fall. Fall hard.Asian culture permeates everything culinary in Vancouver, so I was excited before the first bite even hit my mouth. Beyond fresh sashimi, drool-worthy uni, luscious toro. You can’t throw a brick without hitting a Korean barbecue, or a pho joint, or a place specializing in yakatori. Just imagine me clapping β€œHercules! Hercules!” Nutty-Professor style to get an idea of my excitement level.
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Enoteca.

Hubby and I stopped in here on a Wednesday evening a few weeks ago – Wednesday being our “date night” time, that is when we can seem to fit it in. Why does summer always get busier? Aren’t things supposed to slow down then? So, for future reference, if I forget to mention *when* I visited a restaurant, it’s usually on a Wednesday….

So anyway, I’m a moron. Even though I’m this side of 40, and desperately need my reading glasses whenever the light level in a room is less than 11, I continually forget to bring them. So as a result, my dear husband ended up having to read the menu to me. Maybe I should change the name of this blog to “edible cville reviewer idiot with CRS disease” (i.e., can’t remember shit).

Basically, for the wine choices, that involved him pointing at the menu and saying things like “delectable”, “harmonious” “resplendent” – these were the descriptions included under each wine selection. I settled on the one labeled “luminous” since obviously I need more light. It was an Italian white (all the choices here are Italian), and it was good. Not great. But good. Later than evening, I believe I went with the “verdant” option, which was marginally better. Don’t get me wrong, both wines were good. I just didn’t hear arias.

As for the tapas – they really are tapas, although not advertised as such – we decided to sample several different bruschetta options. They also have a huge selection of complementary meats and cheeses and olives to go with your wine – the most substantial option here are a variety of paninis. So don’t go here for a big meal, but no matter. The many fairly inexpensive options are a good complement to sampling the various wines.

The bruschette were okay. Pretty tasty. Again, I didn’t hear music, but they served the purpose. My favorites were a chickpea, red onion, and fontina option. So clean tasting. Great with the white. Also, the roasted butternut squash, gorgonzola dolce, and hazlenuts was terrific, but I kept wanting to exchange my white wine for a Sauterne.

The rest of the bruschette were just, eh. For one thing, I found the bread to be on the stale side – yeah, they’re supposed to be crisp, but not taste like a crouton. Something tells me they don’t toast these to order. And $2 for ONE bruschetta, and a small one at that, is steep. At least provide 2 bruschette per order if you’re going to make them so tiny. Most people order these to share anyway, which is the whole point of tapas. Yeah, I know, it’s not a Spanish place, but they are pushing the “small plates”. Or raise the price to $6 and provide 3 tapas per plate so people feel like they’re getting something.

Also, the service was icky-poo. They had one waitress and one wine server/food preparer for the entire place. And it was the waitress’s first day. You could tell. She kept asking the server questions. Sometimes the same ones over and over. Now, being a Wednesday, it wasn’t particularly busy, but there were at least 5 groups in the place. So we had almost finished our first glass of wine by the time the food arrived. And we had to get up and get our own silverware. Sigh. Later on, she brought us a chickpea salad, rather than the chickpea bruschette we had ordered. Double sigh.

I’ll go back though. I do think this place is a great option for a small pre-theater glass of wine and a snack. Or maybe a liquid brunch on a Sunday to people watch. Just allow some time. And maybe order the salumi and cheeses. Or the panini.

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