What a great day to have off - nice weather and, oh by the way - the first mountain stage of the Tour de France.
The coffee was good and properly poured; the racing was spectacular; the huge crowd of bike geeks at Rockford Coffee makes me happy to call Bozeman home.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Emergency Food: Ted's Montana Grill
I suppose that it is a good thing that I feel the need to explain myself when choosing to dine at a chain restaurant. So...here goes:
-We have no "real food" at home right now
-We were in possession of a $10 gift card from Ted's
-The restaurant is four blocks from the office
-They make fresh french fries
Tonight it was the "Buffalo Margarita"...an ice cold and chugable mix of Sapphire Gin, Cointreau and fresh citrus juice; chopped salad of iceberg, corn, chickpeas, salami, red onion, basic vinaigrette; and the fried fish sandwich - with fries of course. The squishy dark rye bun is a nice companion to the crunchy and tender fish.
I actually had to add some salt to the dish - a rare activity when supping on chow at a big chain restaurant.
Guilty as charged...I actually enjoyed my meal.
-We have no "real food" at home right now
-We were in possession of a $10 gift card from Ted's
-The restaurant is four blocks from the office
-They make fresh french fries
Tonight it was the "Buffalo Margarita"...an ice cold and chugable mix of Sapphire Gin, Cointreau and fresh citrus juice; chopped salad of iceberg, corn, chickpeas, salami, red onion, basic vinaigrette; and the fried fish sandwich - with fries of course. The squishy dark rye bun is a nice companion to the crunchy and tender fish.
I actually had to add some salt to the dish - a rare activity when supping on chow at a big chain restaurant.
Guilty as charged...I actually enjoyed my meal.
Posted via email from SubstantialSandwich's posterous
Tweetstrong
Lance Armstrong's last tweet, before he headed out today, the first mountain stage of the 2009 Tour de France:
"First mtn stage today. It's for real now. Long day (224 kms) and summit finish. Pedaling for keeps."
It looks like homeboy is going after it. Today might be a fun day to watch the TDF...just a guess.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wedge Issue
Summertime makes big hunks of iceberg lettuce taste better. Especially when layered up with Point Reyes blue cheese dressing. And bacon.
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Centerville, Texas: Woody's Smokehouse
When the BBQ joint is inside a gas station you pretty much know that the grub is either going to be great - or just scary. In the case of Woody's Smokehouse in Centerville what you get is great.
Here's how it goes down at Woody's:
Find a place to park.
Get in BBQ serving line.
Place paper-lined cafeteria tray on top of counter.
Select BBQ products of your choosing: brisket, baby back ribs, chopped beef, smoked sausage, bacon wrapped quail.
Receive instructions on beans, ice tea and location of napkins and white bread from salty BBQ server.
Pay.
Sit down at huge communal tables.
Pig out.
Here's how it goes down at Woody's:
Find a place to park.
Get in BBQ serving line.
Place paper-lined cafeteria tray on top of counter.
Select BBQ products of your choosing: brisket, baby back ribs, chopped beef, smoked sausage, bacon wrapped quail.
Receive instructions on beans, ice tea and location of napkins and white bread from salty BBQ server.
Pay.
Sit down at huge communal tables.
Pig out.
Posted via email from SubstantialSandwich's posterous
Behold: O glowing cooler of meat!
Strolling aimlessly after our recent dinner at Dallas's Local restaurant, I stumbled on the glowing storefront of Rudolph's Market. Two things stand out: the frozen-in-time nature (the counter, walls, decor that scream old-school-butcher-shop); secondly, I spy an enormous cooler of meet. Many cuts are represented from what I can tell through the slightly hazy glass of the front windows. I can only imagine the hanger steaks, head cheese, blood sausage and other goodies that surely lie within.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Bryan, Texas: Los Norteños Cafe and Huevos Velveetos
In the interest of fairness, this post contains no photos. Just my words - whatever that's worth. Also: they DO NOT have a dish called "Huevos Velveetos".....read on....
After downing a tasty coffee in the LaSalle hotel's lobby, we decide that it is time to take on some breakfast calories. We wander across Bryan's Main Street to load up at a local institution: Los Norteños.
I have good - make that great - memories of this place. Home-made tortillas, creamy lard-enhanced refried beans, etc...basic, but good Tex-Mex.
I seemed to recall that the breakfast burritos were big. This theory is further reinforced when I ask our server if we would need one or two of these to fill up (at $3.99 each); when she states that one is plenty since it is made with six eggs.
I guess I didn't fully process that last bit, you know, about the SIX eggs. I was thinking surely she must have meant the equivalent of six eggs....easy eggs in a bag sort of thing....talking big, but really meaning two or three.
Judging from the Nerf-ball sized migas burrito that arrived at the table, they really do mean six eggs.
Also not mentioned is that they include about, oh, 24oz. of Velveeta in each burrito.
I am stopped, abruptly, about half way through this monster. I imagine my aorta filling with Velveeta, straining to pump the thick goo that I have ingested.
Check please.
We proceed back to the LaSalle and down Americano's to counteract the impending food coma that we surely deserve.
After downing a tasty coffee in the LaSalle hotel's lobby, we decide that it is time to take on some breakfast calories. We wander across Bryan's Main Street to load up at a local institution: Los Norteños.
I have good - make that great - memories of this place. Home-made tortillas, creamy lard-enhanced refried beans, etc...basic, but good Tex-Mex.
I seemed to recall that the breakfast burritos were big. This theory is further reinforced when I ask our server if we would need one or two of these to fill up (at $3.99 each); when she states that one is plenty since it is made with six eggs.
I guess I didn't fully process that last bit, you know, about the SIX eggs. I was thinking surely she must have meant the equivalent of six eggs....easy eggs in a bag sort of thing....talking big, but really meaning two or three.
Judging from the Nerf-ball sized migas burrito that arrived at the table, they really do mean six eggs.
Also not mentioned is that they include about, oh, 24oz. of Velveeta in each burrito.
I am stopped, abruptly, about half way through this monster. I imagine my aorta filling with Velveeta, straining to pump the thick goo that I have ingested.
Check please.
We proceed back to the LaSalle and down Americano's to counteract the impending food coma that we surely deserve.
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