February 2010
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It’s Lent! Hot Dog! As a child, growing up in what I like to call the cultural center of Wisconsin (this statement might not be true), Lent meant fish fry. Every Friday, almost every church and VFW would fry up a mess of fish, get some big bowls of cole slaw, and cube up some jello for the good people of Milwaukee. Now that I’m a grown-up, I long for those days of yore where I could eat all the fried perch I could handle. Lent to the rescue!
If you want my advice, skip the restaurants. Go to the churches and VFWs. That’s where the real fish eaters dine.
“On my honor, I will do my best to do my duty to eat fish; to help other people eat fish at all times, especially on Fridays during Lent, which as far as I can tell has something to do with Jesus and sacrifice or something, which is weird because fish is delicious, but what do I know; to keep myself physically strong enough to go back for seconds, mentally awake enough to decide whether or not to go back for thirds, and morally straight enough to leave room for dessert.”
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The code of the No NMAUL (The Noble Northeast Minneapolis Anti-Ungulate League) Meet this guy at St. Albert the Great Church on Friday the 19th (or as the No NMAUL calls it, fryday) at 5 pm. You’re life won’t be the same afterward.
Update: The first meeting of the No NMAUL will be postponed until next Friday, due to a birthday party.
“When the dishes started to come I was disoriented, surprised, amazed…blown away and to my dismay, blind to what was happening. Trout roe arrived, encased in a thin- perfect tempura batter. I shot Wylie [Dufrense] a skeptical glance and he immediately returned it. We bit into the gumball-size taste….there was no apparent binder holding the eggs together, and the eggs were still cold, uncooked! How did they hold the eggs together and then dip them in a batter without dispersing them into hundreds of pieces? And how are the eggs not totally cooked? This is cool…”
—Grant Achatz describes his first meal at El Bulli, which may or may not reopen in 2014.
The Day Off.
Hello readers,
Today is Monday. More importantly, it’s my day off. I’m not saying this to rub it in your faces. You all work hard at your jobs, and you all do great things. But for me, this day is my own.
This past weekend was Valentine’s Day weekend, one of the busiest for my industry. The reservation books were filled from Friday night until 10 pm on Sunday. Love birds filled the tables by night and families dined on Eggs Benedict by day. All in all, we served dozens of ducks, countless hanger steaks, and gallons of cassoulet.
Dear reader, that is what makes today so special. I don’t have to cook anything. There’ll be no trips to the walk-in for me today, no re-filling sanitizer buckets, no portioning Foie Gras, no searing fluke, no butchering chicken, nothing.
It’s 3:30 when I write this. I’ve only recently put on pants, and have spent more time laying down that sitting up. This is the day that makes the past few days tolerable. I don’t have to do anything today, and probably to my roommate’s chagrin, I will not do anything today.
Colonel Sanders is missing! →
slashfood.com
Actually it’s just a bust of the Colonel that was stolen from a KFC in Berea, KY.
“Kentucky Fried Chicken is offering $500 worth of grilled chicken in exchange for information leading to the safe return of a missing Colonel Sanders bust.
The 24-inch bronze bust vanished from a Berea, Ky., KFC just before closing time on Jan. 31.
“There were three men in the restaurant, and the employee went to the kitchen,” spokesman Rick Maynard recounted. “When she returned, the three men and the Colonel had flown the coop.”“
Flown the coop! Brilliant.
Just so those those thieves know, stay out of Minneapolis. I’m looking for you. I want $500 worth of grilled chicken.
