Tava Indian Kitchen
Vijay Brihmadesam, Hasnain Zhaidi, and Jason Pate established Tava Indian Kitchen, a fresh Indian restaurant in the Bay Area. Since it was modeled after Chipotle, the guys actually got hired on at the healthy Mexican restaurant and worked the line to learn the business.
I’ll take a tikka masala bowl please!
One of Frankie’s big songs was Come Fly with Me. A little known fact is that Frankie used to like to visit McDonald’s in the Hamilton suburb of Frankton. In a tuxedo. . .
Alright, whoever stole 5 tons of Nutella from the central German town of Bad Hersfeld had better fork it over. (Gee, I wonder if Columbia University was somehow involved?)
On my next deployment (if I can make a request) we should invite Senior Chief Petty Officer Derrick Davenport along. He can help out with his Wicked Chicken recipe.
Since watching Walking Dead, Supernatural, and a coupla other shows, I’ve taken to eating raw garlic in mass quantities. Garlic, as you know, wards off vampires. And gives you troubling breath:
Garlic is one of those ingredients that I always have on hand: there’s a bulb on my kitchen counter and a jar of minced garlic in my fridge. I love it because not only does garlic add flavor and aroma to any dish, but it offers health benefits too. Studies show garlic may lower breast, colon, stomach, throat and skin cancer risks. It’s heart-healthy, too, as it’s been shown to prevent clotting. The secret to all these health benefits? Sulfides.
(Cooks take note: the way garlic is treated in the kitchen can affect its health benefits. Those beneficial sulfides aren’t released unless the garlic is crushed or chopped and left to sit for at least 10 to 15 minutes before eating or cooking. Garlic purchased already chopped offers the same benefits, but whole roasted garlic, while delicious, may not yield such perks.)
Unfortunately, those same good-for-you sulfide compounds leave you with dragon-breath aftereffects that can last days. If you’re that person who saves the parsley garnish to chew on after a garlicky meal, good for you-because new research (reported by Amy Paturel in EatingWell’s November issue) suggests certain foods may offer a remedy.
Dragon-breath, arggh!
Imagine you are a Navy Sailor and you eat 5 meals a week (eek!) from the Moody’s roach coach. Now imagine that they (the chefs) replaced the tortilla of a taco with bacon. That is correct. B A C O N:
Baco, a bacon-shell taco, from the Michigan Whitecaps
Those who come to see the West Michigan Whitecaps play will have the opportunity to chow down on a Baco, a taco with a specially made bacon shell.
The Baco was the top vote-getter in the fourth annual Whitecaps food contest, which determines Fifth Third Ballpark’s next culinary delight.
The team narrowed to 10 a list of more than 150 fan-submitted menu ideas and turned the contest over to the fans.
The second-place finisher was The Bad Joke, a corn dog covered in cheese with two strips of duck bacon on a bun.
¡I am moving to Michigan!
Alison Barakat, and her husband Michael Camp run Bakesale Betty, a highly regarded sandwich shop in Oakland. Her gimmick is that she wears a blue wig. Although it sounds like they are local folks who stumbled onto the big-time, the very last paragraph contains this golden nugget: She’s (Alison Barakat) honed her craft for years and worked at Chez Panisse, one of the Bay Area’s swankiest dinner spots. Chez Panisse is consistently ranked as one of the top restaurants in the United States. I’d eat there. (There being Chez Panisse or Bakesale Betty. . .)
Noma has been voted the world’s best restaurant. By whom, who knows? But if I were running the pr for a rival chow-shop, I would introduce this tag-line. Noma: nothing sez world’s best restaurant like diarrhea! That’s simply not haute!
I might be lacking in self-control at the moment, but there is something about Charlie the Butcher, from a place called Weck, that is singing to me:
Weck- Charlie the Butcher
Of course, I go low-carb. So no kummelweck for moi. . .
Even though it sits in a hotbed of naval bases, I’ve never eaten pizza at the Virginia Beach joint, All Around Pizza. The owner Jay Laze has a unique way of getting customers in. And yes, it involves the 2nd Amendment and generous discounts. His delivery drivers open-carry as well. . .
Billionaire Lynsi Torres, of In-N-Out Burger fame, has been married three times. First, to Jeremiah Seawell, then Richard Martinez, and now to Val Torres Jr, a drag car racer. And the thirty year old woman who has half ownership of the In-N-Out Burger company through a trust, stands to get full ownership in five years.
Just reading this article on In and Out makes me want to get a Double Double animal style. They are delicious. . .
Two weeks ago, my boss told me I was looking gaunt. And he suggested I go to Medical. I laughed it off. Maybe I had pt’d too much, but I doubt it. Even so, folks around the office may have taken notice because last week, I was gifted with THREE BURRITOS!
It is a great feeling to come back from running around to meetings and find a burrito on your desk. The first one may not totally count as a gift. The salty folks in my cubicle have agreed to celebrate Wednesday morning with burritos. (Yes, I was the one who got my whole cubicle sick with the chorizo burritos. Except for one guy with an iron stomach.) So on Wednesday, I was “surprised” with a breakfast burrito from the Valero gas station out in Encinitas. Beans. Eggs. Potatoes. Cheese. The classics. Delicious.
Half a Sarita’s Surf and Turf burrito
And Thursday, one of the civilians, unbeknownst to me, left a two pound surf and turf burrito from Sarita’s Taco Shop on my desk. You have no idea how perfect it is. I ate it in two meals. Carne Asada and shrimp. There are great Americans and then there are great Americans and that civilian who bought me that baby is a great American.
On Friday, one of the contractors got me a Billy Bob burrito from the roach coach. Don’t freak out, Moody’s has some good food. A Billy Bob is gravy, egg, potato, and sausage. Kind of a southern thing mixed in with a Mexican cosa. Utterly outstanding.
Shall I talk about the chile rellano burrito I had today from Moody’s? I told the ladies at the roach coach it was so good, it should be illegal!
Certain ships and Navy galleys have terrible food (as in: don’t eat the mystery meat.) Although every Navy galley I’ve eaten in has never stooped as far as this French restaurant in Tokyo (in the Gotanda district) called Ne Quittez Pas. The place is offering a meal cooked with dirt. You read that right, dirt. Actual dishes: a potato starch and dirt soup, salad with dirt dressing, dirt ice cream, a dirt gratin, and dirt mint tea. The dirt was supplied by a company called Protoleaf. I think I’ll go to them direct. . .
Remember that Subway uproar over the 11-inch subway footlongs? Where I had talked about how after finishing Navy PT, all us Sailors bum-rushed Subway? Two New Jersey men are suing the company after measuring short subs at 17 stores. Good luck John Farley and Charles Noah Pendrack. You may need it. . .
When I was at the Defense Language Institute, I had something of a weakness for Subway. Tuesday was our day. We would pile into someone’s car after PT, all sweaty, and go to the Subway down the hill. The workers got to know us, tired Navy Sailors that we were, as we ate there all the time. The joke was that I ate a hundred feet or more of subway subs while at A School. Now I find out my stats may have been inflated:
Subway have finally responded to international criticism that their footlong sandwiches only appear to be 11 inches long.
Subway Uproar, footlong sub sandwich not a foot at Subway
But their reply won’t win them any new fans, as they claimed that the word footlong is a ‘registered trademark as a descriptive name for the sub’ and ‘not intended to be a measurement of length.’
A man in Australia started uproar on Tuesday when he posted a photo on the company’s Facebook page of one of its footlong subs next to a tape measure showing the sandwich as just 11 inches.
I’m not terribly worried. Five bucks for a foot almost a foot of food is still a deal. I am thinking, this is a joke of some sort? Sort of an international prank?
The I Love Drilling Juice & Smoothie Bar is charging certain customers more for their smoothies. And Fox News blew the story by jacking up the headline: Utah smoothly bar owner charges liberals $1 extra per drink:
Utah smoothly bar owner charges liberals $1 extra per drink?
Good job, George Burnett. (He’s the bar owner.) You did that smoothly!