There’s this place called Stuart Anderson’s - a steak place - and for some crazy reason I had a steak stuffed with bleu cheese and mushrooms when I was there last.
I am jonesin’ for one soooooo bad I can taste it right now!
So, last night I bought a steak, some mushrooms, and some nice bleu cheese crumbles. This weekend my man is gonna grill one up for me.
The wait will make it taste even better.
Must. Have. Bleu. Cheese.
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus, dogs are from Pluto.
A calamari roll from Strada, the best restaurant in Ohio. This is by far my favorite meal. (Hint hint Otis!) It’s what I would order on death row. (Not that I’ll be on death row any time soon[fingers crossed])
“Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair…”
Tom Waits
I could use a hot Italian beef sandwich from Al’s on Taylor Street in Chicago. Extra hot peppers. The kind where you have to stand leaning forward with your feet apart so’s you don’t drip on your jeans or your shoes.
For some hideous reason, hot Italian beef has never caught hold in New York City.
Luckily, I’ll be in Chi next week. Come to think of it, the gyros are better there, too. Athenian Room on Halsted, here I come.
Wooo-hoo !! Beware though, it’s NOT an Ale. It isn’t a Trappist, which is basically a sort of munk, either. Only 6 beers may be called Trappist, 5 Belgian and 1 Dutch (from my hometown !): St. Sixtus Westvleteren, Westmalle, Orval, Chimay, La Trappe Koningshoeven (the Dutch one), and Rochefort. As for Corsendonck: the taste is similar to that of a Trappist, but the correct name is Abbey Beer. Anyway, if you like Corsendonck, you should try and drink “Westvleteren Abt” (one of the REAL Trappist Beers, 12% alcohol).
As they say where I’m from, "It’s like a little angel pissing on your tongue ".
Coldfire, born and raised 4 kilometers from the Belgian border…
There’s a place in Galveston called Guido’s. It simply has the best seafood. Right now, I’d love to have some grilled catfish with potatoes alfredo and fettucini(sp).
What I’m really missing is Memphis Pit BBQ. Mmmm…porky goodness. I can make a pallid approximation of it in my oven, but nothing beats the real thing. It is probably the only reason I would ever consider going back to Memphis.
Ah you see, well, Tampa is pretty much culturally devoid…we have a few German style eateries that carry things like chocolates, but that is pretty much it as far as I know, and I have lived here for a while.