Yesterday Kish and I legged it over to the Franklinton part of town to catch a matinee performance of a play by Red Herring Productions. We decided to do a little exploring of the area and to grab lunch, too. We ended up at BrewDog — which was jammed for a Sunday afternoon and even had some overflow people braving the cold but sunny weather and sitting outside by a fire pit.
BrewDog would fall squarely into the gastrobrewery tranche on the restaurant spectrum. With gastrobreweries, you never know if the focus is really on the brew, and the gastro is more of an afterthought. I’m happy to report that while BrewDog is clearly serious about its beer — it offers 48 options on tap for its thirsty patrons — it doesn’t give short shrift to the food part of the menu.
I was interested in something lighter than a burger, and the BrewDog menu offers an array of solid non-burger choices. It’s been a while since I’ve had a hot dog and, well, BrewDog does have “dog” in its name, so I tried the bacon chipotle dog. It was excellent. The dog was juicy and beefy, with just the right snap when you bite into the casing, and the toppings added lots of great flavor and texture. After carefuI analysis, I decided the best and least messy way to attack the dog was from the top. I needed two bites to get fully through each segment of the dog and the toppings, with the first bite taking care of the toppings and part of the dog and the second bite polishing off the rest of the dog and the bottom of the bun. The fries were great, too — nice and crunchy.
It was a very satisfying meal, indeed, and the transitioning Franklinton area, where new ventures are next door to old-time welding shops, is an interesting setting. BrewDog is well worth a visit.
Normally I hate the too-early anticipation of the Christmas season. When I walked past a Starbucks this week and saw that the outdoor sign was advertising all of the sugary Christmas concoctions, I groaned. When I walked past St. Mary Church and saw that they were setting up the Christmas tree holders for their annual Christmas tree sale, I groaned again. And when I saw that the Hausfrau Haven was selling egg nog, I groaned still more — and also felt a little sick to my stomach at the thought of the coating, cloying taste of egg nog, because I really don’t like egg nog.
In my book, Christmas shouldn’t be anticipated until Thanksgiving is over, period. I know that some people can’t resist jumping the gun, and have already started listening to Christmas music. wearing red sweaters with reindeer on them and watching the saccharine Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel, but I’m not one of them.
I do make one exception to my no Christmas before Thanksgiving rule, however. If I see that Great Lakes Christmas Ale is for sale, I’ll always pick up a six pack, whether Thanksgiving has passed or not. The Great Lakes Brewing Company can be depended on to brew a high-quality, spicy, holiday ale that Old Fezziwig would have loved. I picked up some of this year’s batch yesterday, and it’s excellent — packed with flavor and a little holiday dash, besides. After savoring a bottle, I felt more in the Christmas mood already. Hey — when is the first showing of It’s A Wonderful Life, anyway?
If you like a seasonal brew, I highly recommend this year’s edition of Great Lakes Christmas Ale. But be forewarned: consistent with the generous spirit of the holidays, it comes in at 7.5% alcohol by volume. Pace yourself, or you might not be able to finish trimming the tree.
I’m getting ready for a morning presentation and asked that an assortment of doughnuts be provided. Doughnuts both help to assure decent attendance — who doesn’t want a doughnut in the morning? — but also an engaged and alert audience that is dealing with the initial doughnut sugar rush.
It’s important to get to the conference room early, to open the doughnut boxes and let that unique doughnut fragrance fill the room. Once a doughnut is sensed, it’s impossible to resist.
There’s a good assortment here, including my favorite — a cake doughnut with dark chocolate icing. Also a few new doughnut options, like one with crumbled Oreos and another with pretzel sticks.
Yesterday Kish and I went out for lunch. When we were getting ready to place our order, the waitress pulled out an order pad — and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Why? Because lately I’ve been bedeviled by wait staff who don’t write down what I’ve requested, and my orders have inevitably been screwed up as a result.
It’s kind of maddening, really. The waiters stand there, listen as I tell them, for example, that I want only a slice of onion on my cheeseburger and specifically say that I don’t want lettuce or tomato or pickles. They nod reassuringly and then march off to the kitchen, and I groan inwardly, knowing that there is a better than a 50-50 chance that, when the order comes back, I’ll be scraping tomato and lettuce and pickle debris from my cheeseburger bun. But what’s a patron supposed to do? Hand the waiter a pen and piece of paper and plead with them to please, please, write down the order so there’s hope it will be correctly prepared and delivered . . . and thereby look like a jerk? Or wait until the order comes back and pleasantly point out that it’s wrong, so that the waiter has to trot back to the kitchen and bring out a new, correct order — and thereby further delay the meal? Or just accept that the order is wrong, eat it anyway so you’re not waiting even longer, and grumble at the injustice of it all?
Why, exactly, has it the no-write-down approach swept through the waiting world like a cold winter wind? Do waiters think that not writing down the order reflects their professionalism, or that we’ll be impressed at their memory capabilities and give them a bigger tip? Don’t they realize that, when most patrons see that the waiter or waitress isn’t writing down the order, their hopes for a pleasant meal take a tumble?
The waiting world works for tips, so here’s one: write it down, already!
When a new place opens up downtown, you’ve got to try it. But the first time I stopped by Nosh on High for lunch, it had a 20-minute wait and I was in a hurry, so we went to a nearby establishment instead. A 20-minute wait, for lunch! Is that because it’s getting the new restaurant rush, or because the food is really good? I had to find out, so yesterday we tried again — and persistence paid off. There was a 15-minute wait for tables, but there was room at the bar, so I finally got to sample what this new joint has to offer.
I asked our friendly bartender for a recommendation, and she suggested the Philly dip or the duck BLT. I flipped a mental coin and went for the Philly, pictured above. It’s a terrific, hearty sandwich, with plenty of shaved beef on a crunchy french roll, covered in a delectable moray sauce that is cheesy and bursting with all kinds of flavor. And if you want even more kick for your sandwich (and who doesn’t?) you can dip it in the mini-soup bowl of sauce that Nosh generously provides. The sauce has a delectable, subtle flavor that works well with the sandwich — because when you’re eating a dip, the wetter the better — but also with the spicy Nosh potatoes that are part of the meal. In all, you get a lot of high-quality chow for $12.
The Philly dip is only one of several enticing lunch-time options, the dinner menu looks very strong, and they’ve done a good job of kitting out the old Cup O Joe space to look like a kind of upscale Manhattan bistro. So Nosh is posh, to be sure, but it hits the spot with its food fare. I’ll be adding Nosh on High to the lunchtime rotation.
Happy Halloween to all the ghosts, ghouls, and goblins out there!
Tonight is trick or treat night in Columbus, too. That means we’ll need to lay in a sufficient supply of Halloween candy to distribute to any kids who might come knocking, because you obviously don’t want to get caught short. Then we’ll eat most of the candy ourselves, and after we reach an appropriate level of disgust at our consumption we’ll take the rest of it into the office and leave it next to the coffee station for everyone to gorge on.
Loosen the belts, everyone! The two-month holiday candy, pie, and all things sweet binge period is about to begin!