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10-28-2008, 11:47 PM
Friday's--Charlies. I consumed a 28 oz t-bone steak. My friend "t-bone" ordered one as well but everyone decided I should be called t-bone. he jumped up and down and the rest of restaurant decided his nickname would be Koko The Monkey. I finally let him be T-bone, although I finished more of my steak than he did.
Regardless, $41 for a steak at Charlie's borders on outrageous. Although Ms. Dottye did tell us the story about Roberto Duran eating two t-bones and drinking a gallon of orange juice prior to the "no mas" fight. It was like the 200th time I had heard the story but first since Katrina. So I guess it was worth it. And maybe we should nickname Duran "t-bone".
Saturday--The Saloon. South Philadelphia. I went to Game 3 of the World Series. Hung out with Jamie Moyer and Digger Phelps pre-game. Of course the game didn't start until 9:30 (who says baseball isn't fan friendly?). I had the Osso Bucco. we drank a bottle of Ruffino Gold Label Chianti. Overall, a great experience.
Sunday-Sandy's Beef and Ale. Bucks County Pennsylvania. My high school classmate bought this neighborhood standby and like most people I went to high school with managed to f-ck it up. As I left I told him it was good but no way on God's earth, I'll ever return.
Monday--Paschal's Terminal D Hartsfield Airport Atlanta. This Atlanta soul food spot opened in a location in the Airport. I had the best collared greens ever. The fried chicken was fairly bland and the mac and cheese was subpar. The menu touts the original location's role in the civil rights movement. Apparently MLK and Medgar Evers and a bunch of other black people ate there. There's a quote on the menu about how the food is served with " dose of protest and a pinch of freedom" and a big steaming pile of self-righteousness.
Tuesday---Coop's. French Quarter.-- Duck Quesadillas were outstanding. Gumbo was a little overseasoned. Fried Chicken was far superior to the dreck I was served in Atlanta. Best restaurant jambalaya ever. It is moist and falvorful and not dried out like most. Very underrated restaurant. Well worth hitting while in the Quarter.
Regardless, $41 for a steak at Charlie's borders on outrageous. Although Ms. Dottye did tell us the story about Roberto Duran eating two t-bones and drinking a gallon of orange juice prior to the "no mas" fight. It was like the 200th time I had heard the story but first since Katrina. So I guess it was worth it. And maybe we should nickname Duran "t-bone".
Saturday--The Saloon. South Philadelphia. I went to Game 3 of the World Series. Hung out with Jamie Moyer and Digger Phelps pre-game. Of course the game didn't start until 9:30 (who says baseball isn't fan friendly?). I had the Osso Bucco. we drank a bottle of Ruffino Gold Label Chianti. Overall, a great experience.
Sunday-Sandy's Beef and Ale. Bucks County Pennsylvania. My high school classmate bought this neighborhood standby and like most people I went to high school with managed to f-ck it up. As I left I told him it was good but no way on God's earth, I'll ever return.
Monday--Paschal's Terminal D Hartsfield Airport Atlanta. This Atlanta soul food spot opened in a location in the Airport. I had the best collared greens ever. The fried chicken was fairly bland and the mac and cheese was subpar. The menu touts the original location's role in the civil rights movement. Apparently MLK and Medgar Evers and a bunch of other black people ate there. There's a quote on the menu about how the food is served with " dose of protest and a pinch of freedom" and a big steaming pile of self-righteousness.
Tuesday---Coop's. French Quarter.-- Duck Quesadillas were outstanding. Gumbo was a little overseasoned. Fried Chicken was far superior to the dreck I was served in Atlanta. Best restaurant jambalaya ever. It is moist and falvorful and not dried out like most. Very underrated restaurant. Well worth hitting while in the Quarter.