Thursday, October 15, 2009

Portland Adventure: Voodoo Doughnut


Recently we took a little trip out to Portland and Cottage Grove, Oregon to visit my family. One of my cousins was getting married out in Portland, so while there why not eat things and take pictures of them, right? Before we left, my friend Eric informed that there was an awesome doughnut place in Portland called Voodoo Doughnut. He was all hyped because they an Apple Fritter as big as your head, a bacon and maple bar and a doughnut called the Memphis Mafia (chocolate chips, peanut butter, banana and glaze). I don't know if he actually visited the place or saw it on TV, but I was intrigued by the donut magic which he spoke of.

Voodoo Doughnut is a small place and almost easy to miss if you aren't looking out for the place. Of course we were honed in to some awesome doughnuts, so we saw the place right away before having to circle around the downtown area a few times in order to find parking.

Once inside we were welcomed with some awesome artwork and plenty of fresh doughnuts.



Al went with the Vegan Chocolate doughnut and I went with the Bacon Maple Bar. Honestly, the vegan doughnut tasted just like an awesome regular doughnut, which is awesome because sometimes vegan food doesn't taste too good, especially sweets.


My Maple Bacon Bar was pretty epic. Sweet and savory with a little saltiness. Pretty obvious, right? What else would pork and sweets taste like? Despite it being a trippy doughnut, the execution of the doughnut itself was good. The actual pastry was moist and not too sweet, the maple glaze wasn't too thick and the bacon topped it off perfectly. That's probably the most in-depth food explanation you'll get out of me.

Maybe I could end this by saying something witty like, 'Voodoo Doughnut really cast a spell on me with their doughnut magic.'. But I'll avoid doing something as cheesy as that.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Tunesday: King Tubby

Recently I was conversing with one the readers of The Tasty Morsel about the music we feature on our Tunesday posts. He seemed to think that we were lacking in diversity as to what music we have been posting. I find that to be untrue since we've posted bands from the likes of URTC to Look Mexico to Drag The River to Coconut Records as well as many others. So we'll delve into something a little more different.

With my recent acquisition of a new record player, the hobby of collecting of vinyl has been sparked in me and there are just some types of music that sound great on vinyl. One such genre is Dub music, and the artist we'll focus on here is one of the grandfathers of Dub, King Tubby.

Dub is a pretty awesome genre since it is one of the early forms of remixing music, a-la today's mashup. Pioneers of Dub in the 1960's and 70's such as King Tubby would take Reggae tunes and strip out the vocals, add delay, reverb, sample in lyrics, etc. Dub music allowed the dude behind the mixing board to be the composer as he altered tunes and gave them a whole new perspective.

Here's a little taste of the King at work:

I find it a little funny that recently Alison and I have been sitting on our front porch playing King Tubby records on a Friday evening. From a distance if you heard some Dub playing, you'd expect to walk by and see two older Jamaican dudes sharing a spliff and sippin' on some Red Stripe, but instead you see a pale couple smoking cigarettes and drinking Miller Lite (when on sale).

That's the beauty of listening to music though. No matter what social stereotype has been labeled to the music, anyone can listen to and appreciate it. However, I do find that the performance of certain music best be left to the professionals...

Friday, September 25, 2009

Doing Work: Lucero Video

If you're a constant reader of 'The Tasty Morsel' you'd get the impression that all we do here is eat, drink and go to shows. With that kind of lifestyle, who has time to work when there's barely enough time to party? Well, we do work and sometimes our work brings us projects that pull our leisure and labor closer to each other. Recently, Bob applied to direct a music video for one of our favorite bands, Lucero. Needless to say, he got the job and after a month or so of toiling and animating until the wee hours in the home office. Here's what he came up with:

http://vimeo.com/6613272

Johnny Davis from Lucero on Vimeo.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Tunesday: Austin Lucas / Mike Hale / Two Cow Garage

We are proud to have another set of videos that we shot ourselves live at a gig to represent our fine Tunesday update.

This Tunesday will focus mainly on Austin Lucas, but in a few of the videos, he has some really good back up musicians. Last night we headed out to Hollywood to check out Austin Lucas, Mike Hale and Two Cow Garage at Crane's Tavern. Upon arrival, everyone was locked out of the venue since the hired help was running late, but after a short wait, we were inside on the back patio enjoying $1 Budweisers... not bad.

The first act up was some kind of rockabilly setup that all dressed the part, but was lacking in the originality / musically diversity category. Every song sounded the same, they even started a few songs with some really cool first couple of seconds, but then jumped back into their washed out sound once the time for vocals to show up came in. Funny thing is that most of the crowd was there to see them (all of which were out on dress-up night too).

Next, Mike Hale and Austin Lucas played an unplugged acoustic set out on the patio. Damn fine stuff... too bad many people that weren't watching the show decided that it was their right to be goofing off and making a bunch of noise about 5 feet from there Austin and Mike were performing. Roll tape...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH7P9REJyf0

Following Mike Hale and Austin's outdoor set, Two Cow Garage played inside. Now, this venue is tiny inside, lacks a stage, and was unable to stand up to the volume that Two Cow Garage played at. Needless to say, they could have had a bit of a stronger P.A., but either way Two Cow Garage really turned it on. These dudes play with so much excitement and energy, it is just fun watching them. We did shoot a couple of videos of them, but due to their sheer volume, the microphone on the camera wasn't handling the audio well. Maybe next time. They did play backing band to Austin Lucas for a few songs, which came across really well, especially since the only stuff I've heard of Austin Lucas is acoustic. Clip #2...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WnB-KoUzxo

After about a half dozen songs or so, Two Cow Garage left the stage and Austin Lucas played unplugged for the dozen or so people that were watching. All of which were obviously fans since they were singing along to the tunes and actually keeping quiet while Austin got to playing. The coolest part was that Austin made everyone that was watching him play stand really close in a circle around him. Everyone that was in the front of the circle was practically a foot away from him while he played, which brings the whole idea of an intimate show to the next level. A very cool feeling indeed. Enjoy this last clip and Austin Lucas' golden voice, beautiful song writing and impressive guitar playing...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vsaqn41j78

After the gig was through, we got ourselves an Austin Lucas LP and headed home. A nice Monday night indeed. Sorry that the videos appear so red, but the lack of actual lighting and abundance of mood lighting don't help our little camera. You're supposed to listen to the music anyways.

You can check out music by all three of the above mentioned artists at Suburban Home Records. Best get on it!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Where's My Steak, Diane!

Gawdammit Diane! Shut those damn kids up and get to work in the kitchen! You think I spend all day workin' jus to come home to your screaming children and an empty table? I swear if you don't move that busted down ass into the kitchen, I'm gonna have to start drink'n that there whiskey. You know what happens when I start drink'n whiskey, now get!


Great! You found a book with pictures of food on it. Praise the Lord! Can you even read? I'm hungry and that there bottle is eyeballin' me. You better be fix'n me some shit from 1950!


Looks like you got it half right woman. I like the looks of that there steak Diane! Now what the hell is them 'shrooms and O-nee-ons doing next to my meat? Better not screw this one up, you're one mistake away from falling down the stairs again!


What is this here shit? Do I look like a beady-eyed, vegetable-eating rabbit? Am I a tiny lumberjack, Diane?


I want my meat Woman! Beef! The red shit that's inside dead animals. Not some Gawdamm steaming bowl of fungis and roots!


Gawdamn! That's the ticket woman! Steak, Diane!


What in the hell is that yellow shit? That better be cheese! Holiday sauce? What in the hell holiday are you talkin' bout? Everyday I bring home a paycheck is a holiday!


That's fine, real fine. Let me just move this shit off the top of my steak Diane and I can get to eatin'. You know what? Bring me down that there bottle. Nothin' goes better with meat than some of that there whiskey.

You're lucky Diane! Next time your ass is in real trouble if I have to come home to an empty table.

Now go make your own Steak Diane!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Tunesday: Cory Branan

Here's a little something different for the Tunesday update. This time around, we actually brought a flip camera to the last gig we attended and got a little footage of our own.

Last Saturday, we headed down to Hollywood's Knitting Factory and saw the rare and elusive Cory Branan. The guy doesn't make it out this way very often, so when he makes a stop, we try and attend. Cory says he's from Memphis by way of Austin, but I think most of the songs and stories in his songs originate from his roots in Memphis. Songs about white trash girls, roller rinks, and the like seem to have a wandering sense lyrically and musically, almost as if he is performing off the top of his head through stream of consciousness. Dude's got some pretty wild guitar chops and a voice to boot... and 'a way with words that will bring you to your knees.'

This particular show was kind of lame being that it was all ages and the other bands weren't really up our alley. It was kind of like being a chaperone at a high school dance: we could only sip a few drinks while watching and wondering what is wrong with the teenagers today. There were even a handful of parents there. I even witnessed someone's grandma getting a beer at the bar, and I swear she threw back half of it on her first swig.

I was quite amused when Cory realized that he was cussing up a storm at an all ages event. However, when he realized his crass dialect was caressing the ears of minors, he just kept on rolling and cussing a bit more. That's a dude that belongs in the bars...



You can view the video larger at our YouTube channel.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Eating at Jackie Chan's Favorite Food and Gawking Hipsters

Last Saturday we committed ourselves to a lot; transport to Chinatown, finding a restaurant to eat copious amounts of vinegar and cornstarch on a dime, cocktails and then making it to The F-No Fest to see Lucero.

Not only did we accomplish all of this, but we exceeded our own expectations. Usually we would jump in our car and find our way down the 110, but this time we decided we should take public transport. Our friend, Sean, convinced us that it would breed adventure since we were all L.A. metro virgins. But, luckily, it was pretty unadventurous except for the guy that jumped in at the Compton stop and gave a very convincing sales pitch for Coby headphones. So convincing that we decided to take him with us so he could convince security at The Fest to let us into the VIP lounge. No, this didn't really happen, but Sean (who is always looking to score a deal) really thought long and hard about it.

We arrived about an hour later at Grand Central Station. Our journey through the barrios of Los Angeles had us feening for Chinese food. Sean, in a previous trip to Chinatown, had been to the restaurant where they shot Rush Hour and said it was tasty and cheap. We decided to seek this place out again, not wanting to take a chance on sketchy Chinese that would leave us in an uncomfortable predicament...later...at the fest...in a long line...for a blue port -a- potty.

Fortune-ately, we found it "Foo Chow Restaurant Where Best Seller Movie By Jackie Chan Was Shot Here". We ordered Tsing Taos and the family meal, which came with fried rice, sweet and sour pork, orange chicken, chow mein, egg rolls and fried shrimp. Everything was delicious and only cost us $40 and we quickly decided that we should celebrate our tasty and cheap meal with cocktails.

Enter Chinatown's best dive bar - Hop Louie's. It was dark, there was some nice folk to talk to and the bartender, Sean, was a good bullshitter. We liked Sean The Bartender. He had the name of an Irishman and, more importantly, poured a drink like an Irishman, but we were in Chinatown - so, no he wasn't an Irishman.

After a round, or four, we made our way down to The FYF Fest.

Years before, The FYF Fest was called 'The Fuck Yeah Fest' and would be a series of shows spread across a handful of bars in the Hollywood / Silverlake area. The bands were underground and the concept was great. You just barhopped from gig to gig and enjoyed a weekend of music. Not this time. This year, the festival got a makeover. They ditched the 'Fuck Yeah Fest' and traded in the vulgarity for a simple 'FYF'. Pretty stupid I think, since the name 'FYF Fest' pretty much means 'Fuck Yeah Fest Fest'. The stupidity grows even larger once we got to the gig. It was at LA Historical National Park in downtown, a large and spread out lawn. Three stages were spread across the park and the whole thing smelled of Warped Tour Ugliness. Tons of shitty kids going to see even shittier bands. A bunch of 'Hardcore' and 'Crapcore'. The only bands we had any interest in seeing were Lucero, Japanther and possibly Tim and Eric. Oh, and in order to drink beer, you were caged into a small area of the park and couldn't even see any of the stages from the far-away drinkers corner. Oh, and it cost $7 for a Miller Lite. It looks like someone was making money hand over fist.

I'd love to rant about the kids there, but I don't have time. Lets just say they were of the 'hipster' variety. Pretty much a retarded fashion show. Ironic t-shirts that they found at trailer park garage sales, goofy neon glasses, man-shorts that showed enough pale skin to blind a deaf man, shitty hair cuts, bad facial hair, etc. You can study these ilk here and here.

So, those people were enough to drive us to our wit's end.

Needless to say, we could only stomach the gig for Lucero's set. They played well, we screamed all the lyrics as well as our drunk selves could and that was about it.

Verdict: Jackie Chan has good taste in Chinese food, FYF Fest has bad taste in becoming a commercialized mess with masses of people who believe they are not commercial even though they are just another giant mass of people trying to look different, yet looking all the same.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tunesday: Andrew Jackson Jihad

Lately around these parts, we've been updating more about music than food... trust me, we've still been eating though, but not out and about as often as we like. Being that our pockets aren't lined with gold, our culinary excursions have been cut down a bit. Maybe we'll do a write up about this really cool pizza place with a really cool specialty... Croatian-style pizza. (because it's good, not just because it's walking distance from our apartment)

Anyways.

Here's another band that we find ourselves listening to quite often as we sit around on a Friday night wearing away the tarnish of the week's toil. Not only do they have an awesome name, but they have an awesomely unique sound to belt out their message. I get the feeling that I'm being screamed at by a paranoid folk band on crank when I listen to these dudes. Everything is fast paced and paranoid. Messages delivered in a wail, but lyrical content that definitely rings true. Oh, and their name is Andrew Jackson Jihad.

Here's one of my favorites. I find the idea of beards on fire as funny.



Their most recent record dropped a while ago on Asian Man records with a new record slated for September '09. You can probably find these dudes jamming somewhere in Arizona if they aren't out and about on the road, which by the looks of their website, does not include California.

Another tune?



Gotta love people, right?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Tunesday: Japanther

Hey kiddos, another fine Tunesday Tuesday installment for you all. Today we'll be looking at a band from Brooklyn called Japanther. Two dudes, bass, drums, casio, phones for microphones, and good tunes. Let's have a listen, shall we?



I'm pretty excited because I'll get to see these dudes play in a few weekends at the FYF Fest at the National Park here in L.A. Along with them will be Lucero and Tim and Eric. Should be a fabulous day of a few bands I know and a bunch I have to learn about.

Here's another Japanther video that I found to be rather interesting...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tunesday: Look Mexico

Check it out... Tunesday is back. Unless this is your first time reading The Tasty Morsel, then Tunesday never left.

Lately I've been tripping out on Look Mexico. These dudes do some magic with their instruments on their full length titled 'This is Animal Music'. I find the complexity of their playing and orchestration to be one of the most interesting things I've heard in a long time. Check out this pretty awesome video for a track off their full length:



Since I found out that they recently joined the lineup on Suburban Home Records, I am very excited to see what they come out with next and who they will hit the road and tour with. I hope you agree with me that Look Mexico is a pretty tight outfit.


Here's another video where the band eats cherry pie and drinks red wine... all while being served by a unshaven and unkempt metal version of Mario Batali.


Sunday, August 9, 2009

Tom Berginthans

On a hot summer evening one might think that a Corona and dip in the pool would be a nice way to cool down, but how 'bout a dark pub followed by some Canadians singing 'bout Winnepeg, ayy?

A short while ago thats just what Bob and I did. We had tix to see one of our favorite bands, The Weakerthans, who only brave the L.A. heat once every couple years. They were playing at the Roxy and since we were going down Fairfax to get to Sunset we couldn't imagine not stopping at Bergin's for a quick pint and bite.

In L.A. there are not a lot of "authentic" Irish bars - most are just fronts for 5'10 blonds to serve you a 'Blarney' burger, which is no different than a regular burger, while wearing tanks with a strategically placed shamrock that accentuates their fake racks.

But, within a few blocks of each other exists, from what I can tell, the two most legit Irish bars in L.A. - aforementioned Tom Bergin's and Molly Molloys.



Bergin's is properly decorated with all wood walls, a nice oval bar and a quaint dining room with white, lace linens. We decided to sit in the dining room because we were feeling classy like that. Before we even sat down we knew that we wanted the corn beef egg rolls served with some mustard that packs a punch. For our main dishes we ordered Bangers n' mash and a turkey club on an English Muffin (I know we might as well have been eating a Blarney Brurger).



The bangers were bangin' and club was was exactly what we were looking for - thick hand-carved turkey, perched perfectly on an English Muffin, adorned with bacon and smothered in cheese.With bellies full of beer and grub we said goodbye to the Irish portion of the evening and began the Canadian portion of the evening.

In the past we have seen the Weakerthans at pretty large venues, like the El Rey, so we were looking forward to seeing them in a more intimate venue, like the Roxy. We quickly found a corner to the left of the stage, that just so happened to be in front of the bar ( I guess the Irish part of the evening wasn't quite behind us after all).

With beer and corned beef-baited breath we waited for the show to begin. The crowed was a pretty mixed crowd, but since The Weakerthans have a pretty heavy cult following, we knew we were going to be singing along with a bunch of friends in music. With songs about amateur cartography, a cat named virtue and curling, it's easy to remember the lyrics, well that, and they're damn well written. John K. Samson, the lead vocalist, is a poet backed by some really amazing players. Most everyone in the band plays multiple roles. The drummer was playing the melodica at one point, the lead guitar player also doubled in on pedal steel and their super utility man put in time on both acoustic and electric guitar, keyboards and even trumpet.

The set was really well laid out, starting off with some of the higher energy tunes of their recent records that lead into some more of the mellow tunes of prior records. John took the stage by himself to play a few of the instrumental-minimal songs such as 'One Great City!'. The band soon came back up after a few songs and started really getting animated - running around and giving a good high-energy performance. Towards the end of the set, a luck fan got picked out of the crowd and got to play a solo, which I thought was very cool but I'm glad wasn't me.

After an encore, it was the end of our visiting time with The Weakerthans. Truly depressing that they show up to gig Southern California every 2-4 years. We'll be waiting around waiting for a new album or another tour. You know what I'm talking aboot?




Wednesday, July 22, 2009

San Francisco Part II: Tapas and Russians

Hi. Bob here with the second and last installment of our San Francisco adventure. As Alison mentioned in her last post, we had purchased funny hats and I decided to wear my Russian Sea Captain hat with dark shades all day... even in the darkest of bars. Looking back I realize it wasn't that cool to do, especially since I was taking pictures of myself at every stop. But, I guess I knew in my heart that there would be a purpose for these pictures and that they would come to some use.

The following pictures will be guest captioned by Vladimr Vlasko, Russian Sea Man.

This park has many people. Much light, yes? Must navigate quiet place.


Yes, we find nice place. Drink now.


Vladimir find women. They will board ship. We adventure the ocean.

The women, they leave to another bar. Vladimir follow.


It now time for eat. We have food like Spaniards. Cured Ham.


The potato of the sea. The clams.

Plate of many wonders. Vladimir not afraid of the unknown.


Vladimir not know what is. Take it away!


Shrimps, they mouse of sea. Small and taste ocean rodents. Yes?


In Russia there many potato. I do not know this sauce. Is insult, this sauce.


Vladimir finish food. Women finish food. We eat like many parade. Dish on table empty.


We go more bar. I like bar here.


This woman Vlad choose. I take her with for set sail. She conquer many bar. Good woman.


Vladimir no like bar at port. Home going no good.


Picaro Cafe
3120 16th St
San Francisco, CA 94103-3328
(415) 431-4089

Thursday, July 16, 2009

San Francisco Part I: Monk's Kettle

It is funny that this is part one, because we didn't visit The Monk's Kettle until Sunday - the last full day of our trip. I guess the first two days failed to be documented because we were too busy enjoying the drink component of our food and drink blog AND singing mash-up karaoke with drag queens. Hey, what do you expect - it's San Francisco, where the only thing that isn't tolerated is intolerance. So, don't judge!

Anyways, on Sunday we had a lunch date with a friend and she suggested The Monk's Kettle. I didn't know it was called The Monk's Kettle until an hour before we arrived. Good thing Jackie called to confirm, or Bob and I would have been sitting in the non-existent Monkeys Wrench. If you haven't guessed already Jackie and I made these plans on Sat. - during the drink component of said food and drink blog.

It was 75 and sunny and Bob and I strolled toward the restaurant in the Mission District. As we got closer and saw more and more cool, city folk passing us by we started feeling inferior. Luckily, we spotted a hat shop and we stopped in to take a gander and citify our look. I walked out with a brown and orange bicycle cap and Bob walked out with a Russian Sea Captain's hat. I don't know if this made us cooler, but Bob insisted it did. You can see for yourself since Bob insisted on wearing the hat, with sunglasses, for every stop - even when we were in a dark bar.

Against all odds we arrived at The Monk's Kettle, met Jackie and sat down for an amazing meal of elevated bar faire and specialty beers.


Monk's isn't a large place, but the food is large as well as the selection of beer. One of their best features is that the good people at Monk's hold your hand through the beer selection process. They pair everything on the food menu with a few selections off the beer menu. How easy!

Bob decided that he would go with something with a little bit of flare - to compliment the flare that is a Russian Sea Captain's hat:

House-ground ‘Premium Gold Natural’ Lamb Burger with lettuce, organic tomatoes, fresh red onions and a cucumber mint tzatziki sauce on a Metropolis sesame bun.

To which the menu suggested one of the following types of beer:

ESB, Belgian Strong Pale or a Weizenbock

So he decided to go with a Weizenstock called 'Aventinus'.

Easy, right?



I, on the other hand decided not to screw around with their stupid pairing decisions. I just went with what I know: poultry.

I had a chicken sandwich and a glass of Old Speckled Hen.


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Restaurant Quality Flame

So, where have we been you ask?

Well, we've still been eating well and having our adventures here at the Tasty Morsel, but we've been a little too busy to write about it on this here 'net. I know we're bad 'bloggers' but when you don't have time, you don't have time.

At least we have a good excuse. We were moving... Alison and I just got a place together. A place with an awesome vintage Wedgewood stove. One that has a 'restaurant-quality flame' as we were told when we were touring the place. It was love at first sight (of the stove that is) and the next morning our 1-yr lease was cooking. We couldn't have been happier thinking that all our meals for the next year we're going to be restaurant quality with that restaurant quality flame.



I think we were most enamored by the griddle, but we quickly found out that cleaning the thing was going to be a pain in the butt. And we also learned pretty quickly that all our meals were not going to be zagat rated - that restaurant quality flame really heats up fast and seconds later we had blackened pancakes for our inaugeural griddle meal. Al really payed the price in the sink with the sponge for my culinary mishap . Oh, the joys of having a live-in girlfriend.

We look forward to using our Wedgewood to it's full extent while cooking and taking pictures to share with you all. We still have to tweak with the thing a bit, but we'll be in good shape shortly. Oh, and we visited San Francisco last weekend, so stories on that to come soon.

In the meantime, enjoy the view from our front window:


Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Lucero Giggin'

Well, I'm a little late on this post since things have been pretty busy over here at The Tasty Morsel.  Since we got back from the east coast, I can promise you that we've been having tasty culinary adventures, imbibing a bit and generally carrying on.  In that time, I've been sitting on writing this article for our gig-going adventures at a few Lucero shows.  So, I figured since I'm (Bob) taking time to slow down for a bit while doing a cleansing fast (isn't it funny that I'm slowing down on a fast?).

Let's rewind back to May 14th at Alex's Bar in Long Beach where we caught Lucero.  Opening for them was Black Joe Lewis & The Honey Bears who were really something else.  They played southern blues with horns.  I think there were about 8 dudes in the band.  Must be tough when getting paid, although I don't think they're really in it for the money... it's always about the music.  With these guys, I would believe that to be true.  Watching them is a ton of fun, now I just have to get some of their records to really understand what's going on.

Lucero came on shortly after and played their usual long set, but this time with a few songs that were new to us.  The new tunes sounded a wee bit different, a more evolved Lucero.  I didn't have my camera with me that night, so I missed the boat on my photography duties.

The second night was on the 15th at the Troubadour.  The gig went much the same way.  Lucero did pretty much all the new songs from the night before with a bunch of requests mixed in for good measure.  The one truly fun thing about Lucero shows is that they'll play almost any request you can throw at them (their own tunes).  The gig was packed with a lot of kids and the band was having fun and drinking plenty, a good fuel to a good show.  We sat in the back behind the bar where we could sit on our asses and drink $6 Buds.  The Troubadour really needs to work on their prices.  After the gig, we were able to talk to some of the guys from the band and hang out a bit.  They're pretty cool about that and it's always nice to meet the artists that you're into.  Hell, they're just people too.  Enough of my rambling.  Here's a few photos:

Lucero will sometimes pull out the accordion.  Do you like accordions?

Here's Ben Nichols.  He's lit well, or well lit...

Ben going to get a sip of Jameson (what did we tell you about Lucero coupled with Jameson and Budweiser?)

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Eastern Eats: Part III

Our last day was Sunday and keeping in line with our main objective of the trip (eating and drinking), we had to go out with a bang.  Back in Jersey and after a long day of graduation festivities on Saturday we decided it was in order to have a nice brunch and some breakfast drinks to take the edge off.

My Aunt had foreseen that a brunch would be necessary and had made reservations at Langosta Lounge in Asbury Park.  The place was in a very scenic location - right on the boardwalk, across the street from the Stone Pony (The Boss's old stomping grounds) and right down the way from the Asbury Park Convention Hall (as seen in 'The Wrestler').   It was a grey, rainy day but that only added to the character of this town that has gone from nice, to seedy, to nice again throughout the years.  Thanks in part to the current redevelopment that is going on, we found ourselves walking into a bright, airy and eclectic restaurant to feast on brunch fare with a lobster twist.

The menu had a lot to choose from - everything from Stuffed French Toast to Eggs Marion, which was poached eggs on an english muffin topped with asparagus and lobster.  All the dishes sounded new and exciting, but I finally settled on Papusas and Garlic Shrimp and Bob went for the Lobster Enchiladas.  For the table we got an order of the Lobster Mac and Cheese that had come highly recommended by my aunt.

The service was kind of slow, but we didn't really mind because we had Mango Mimosas and some of the best Bloody Mary's that we had ever tasted to tide us over.  Plus, the Lobster Mac came out pretty quickly and went down even quicker.  It was a tasty blend of creamy artisan cheeses, sweet lobster meat and Garden State fresh peppers, corn and tomato.  We all decided that a few bites of this Langosta delicacy were not enough and promptly ordered another round.

After the Lobster Mac had come and gone from my life I felt comforted by the fact that I still had my Papusas to look forward to.  When they were finally placed in front of me, I cut into the little cornmeal cake stuffed with cheese and lovingly placed one of the tender, white wine marinated shrimps on top and prepared my taste buds for landing.  I was not disappointed - it was like my little food plane exploded with exotic flavor.  After that first bite the Papusas disappeared pretty quickly, almost like they had vanished into thin air.



Bob's food took a little longer to arrive, so everyone at the table decided that they would share a bit of their plates with Bob.  I think he had a bit of everyone's food before his Lobster Enchiladas arrived.  Being half-full, it took him a bit of time to finish his plate, but sure enough he had polished his plate off in his normal fashion.  I know it was good because he didn't really say much in between bites, probably because he had a lot of catching up to do.



Although we were all stuffed, someone at the table insisted upon dessert.  Bread Pudding and a scoop of ice cream.  Even though I was very full, I can attest that dessert was well worth it.


After dining, we headed back to my Aunt's house to sleep away our food-induced grogginess and prepare for heaven on earth:  Kelly's Reuben Sandwiches.  After completing our naps and making an effort to create a new hunger, we headed back to Kelly's (our favorite Neptune bar). We sat in the corner and ordered our beers and sandwiches.  We also started off with some Potato soup which was damn fine.  Now it was sandwich time.  You can either have a half Reuben or a full Reuben.  For a normal person, a half is more than enough.  Bob and I split a full.  When the Reuben arrived at the table, everyone's eyes lit up at the giant mound of cheese, underneath which lay a plentiful amount of corned beef and rye bread.  Between sips of beer and mouthfuls of Reuben deliciousness, we began to reach the limits of what our stomaches could take.  Full from brunch, but unrelenting in pleasing our palates with delicious sandwich goodness, we pushed on.  Needless to say that we came up a little short in our efforts to clean our plates.  Defeated, stuffed and weary we knew that a trip back to Kelly's would be necessary next time we are in Jersey in order to avenge our appetites for the most delicious Reuben in the states.

Well, that wraps up our trip. The next day we waddled onto the plane. Luckily, we both still could fit in one seat.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Eastern Eats: Part II

On the second day of our trip exploring the traditions, foods, people, cultures, history, architecture, sites, music, flora and fauna of the eastern region of this great country we packed up the car and headed to Pennsylvania.  We had been to Pennsylvania before and were excited to return.  How could you not like the state that is home to steel, Scranton, City Tavern, The Liberty Bell, the Amish, Yuengling, and many universities (we passed a zillion en route from Jersey to our point of destination).  Although there were many universities, we had a special one in mind that we wanted to visit- West Chester University in West Chester, Pennsylvania. This is because in West Chester was my phantom cousin, Kelly, the only person in my family Bob had yet to meet and this cousin was the reason for our trip - she was graduating from college!

When we got to West Chester, home to everyone's favorite Jackass (no it's not Bob) Bam Margera, we checked into our hotel.  Kelly came over soon after with an 18-pack of beer and with that simple gesture, she endeared herself to Bob. So, we talked, drank and readied ourselves for steppin' out on the town.


The first stop was Iron Hill Brewing Co. located in this quaint little college town.  Food and more beer time!  The interior of the restaurant was nice and dark with some pretty cool paintings on the walls.  Seated right by the kitchen, we could see plenty of action, as well as, some of the dishes that were being prepared.  We were actually surprised by what they had on the menu since we had a preconceived notion that the place was going to only be bar fare due to the fact that the place was a brewery.

They had plenty of Iron Hill beers on tap in a wide variety: Lagers, Stouts, IPA, etc.  Although we love beer, we didn't really get into doing a tasting and comparison of each other's beers due to the fact we were already a little fueled up from the aforementioned case of beer at the hotel. We were hungry and were pleased when our appetizers arrived.  Calamari with a cilantro cream sauce and teriyaki chicken wraps.



The calamari was nice and crispy with an amazing sauce that neither of us had encountered before.  Bob had his fair share, as calamari is one of his favorite tasty morsels.  The wraps were also really good as the lettuce and other veggies were nice and fresh (maybe right off the wagon from Lancaster).  Along with the teriyaki sauce, there was a peanut-based sauce that added a delicious twist.

I ordered the Swordfish with Herb Aioli and Bob ordered the Pork Tenderloin Medallions.  The swordfish was fresh with a lemon pepper crust and the aioli added a nice kick.  Coupled with the fish was Potato Croquets and a bed of peppers and onions.  Delish!


I'm not a huge fan of pork, but Bob is a connoisseur of our little curly tailed friend so he was fired up when his large serving of Pork Tenderloin Medallions appeared in front of him.  He stared down lovingly at his stack of breaded pork covered with a delicate sauce of corn, potato and other diced goodies and dove right in.  I could tell Bob's food must have been pretty good since he was doing a lot of chewing with his eyes closed while making noises of a foodie in bliss. Oink, oink!


After dinner it was time for a nightcap or ten.  Right as we came out of the front door of the restaurant, we spied a seemingly authentic Irish bar named Kildare's.  We like Irish-themed bars, so we didn't hesitate and crossed the street like any Irish people would who knew a fine pint and some spirits were a few feet away - quickly! 


Kildare's had a true Irish look, mimicking that of a Pub you would find in the heart of Ireland. The bar, seating, walls, etc. all were made up of a dark wood that looked as if it were shipped in from Ireland years ago.  I was impressed with the décor, they even used gaelic on the front window to let any wayward Irishman know that Kildare's was an establishment where he would be at home.  I had an Irish coffee to get going again, since I was near food coma and Bob enjoyed a handful of Guinnesses.  Kelly, Bob and myself found ourselves settling in and looking forward to an evening of drinking and conversing in our little corner of the little pub.


As we sat and talked while waiting for Kelly's boyfriend, we noticed that a lot of young people were entering the bar.  The kind of people that were looking for a party.  The kind of people that didn't look like they were just heading in for some Guinness and warm conversation. People that didn't look like they were entering Kildare's to enjoy it's authentic look and feel. These people were there to grind uglies and listen to horrible music.  Alas, the authenticity of Kildare's was slipping away.  From Irish bar to obnoxious college kids dance party, we were all heartbroken.  Shortly after, we found out the place was one of many Kildare's in a chain of these faux-pubs.  We were fooled.  Bamboozled.  Hoodwinked.  This was not an Irish bar.  It was a front for sweaty dance parties that used the guise and goods of Ireland to trap unsuspecting barflies like ourselves to spend money during the early evening when the dance floor was empty.

How did we get home that night? Well I'm glad you asked, my cousin sent us off on a drunk van with all the liquored up college kids, lovingly provided by Kildare's well after 2am. How was the graduation the next morning at 9am? Well, that's a stupid question - you all know the answer to that one.