I arrived in Seattle late Friday morning and spent the afternoon at Pike Place Market. This would be my only day to see some sights, and of course Pike Place was a no brainer. First stop, the famous fish market at the main entrance. Crabs anyone?

Of course I had to see some fish being tossed about.

Pike Place Market has a small Chinese restaurant that’s Zagat rated, Pike Place Chinese Cuisine, and I enjoyed a quiet lunch there while looking out at the Bay. The meal was hot and sour soup and barbecued pork with vegetables, exactly what I needed to recharge my batteries after the long flight from Dulles.

Cherries for dessert. (As I took this shot, I deeply regretted my decision to leave the big camera and cool circular polarizer filter back home.)

Seeing all the colorful flowers reminded me of the Colombian flower markets that I frequented back in the day and left me wishing I had a way to carry them back home to Virginia.

The sounds of musical groups performing outside on the sidewalks filtered throughout the area. This group has a great sound and drew a crowd.

I adored the colorful chili peppers strung together at a vegetable stand.

And the smells, oh the smells. The Russian bakery across the street called me like the Pied Piper and apparently called many others as the line of eager customers snaked out the door and down the block. And as I meandered through the stalls and the shops, all I could think was how much I wished we had a market as big and vibrant as this back home.

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We can’t remember the details of our first trip to Dinosaur Bar-B-Que almost eleven years ago when we were dating, or why we chose to go there. Perhaps it was the quirky name, the recommendation of a friend, or even the person working the front desk at the hotel where we were staying. All of that doesn’t seem to matter now since we long ago claimed it as one of our favorite haunts. What we do remember is the food, and every time we go back it seems to get better. Our annual summer pilgrimage to Upstate New York always includes an overnight stay at Mike’s parent’s house in Syracuse, where they give us a break and watch the boys as we jump into the car and visit this homage to grilled meats. Who would have thought one of the best rated barbecue joints in the country would be located just a short distance away from the Carrier dome where the Orangemen play.

If it weren’t for the sign overhead you’d swear you were in front of a biker bar. Everyone is polite as you make your way past the row of Harleys out front, walk through the carry out area, and wait to be seated in the back. The interior is dark and eclectic with photos of jazz greats and memorabilia encircling the walls. Graffiti frames the wooden booths and windows as light streams through the glass block weaving past the neon beer signs. If you’re lucky there will be someone inside playing the blues. If you didn’t know better you’d swear you were in some off-the-beaten-path small Southern town.

The restaurant is a gem, and they serve up some real down home stick-to-your-ribs goodness. Nothing here disappoints and the service is casual and terrific. Dinosaur Bar-B-Que makes their own sauces and rubs with a range of flavor and heat to tickle the palate. I like the Sensuous Slathering Sauce, a slightly sweet sauce that I douse on the beef brisket, and Michael goes for the Wango Tango Habanero Sauce. If you have a serious need for some Dinosaur Bar-B-Que sauce but can’t find it in your local grocery store, they’ll ship it to you. They even have a cookbook with many of their popular recipes, which I will feature in my next post.

Each time I sit down to look at the menu, I find myself lingering over the combination platters, dreaming of pulled pork, beef brisket, and ribs, then taking an eternity to decide on the sides. It’s very important to choose exactly what I want because I know we won’t be back for another year.

During our last visit I had the Tres Niño’s, a daintier version of the Tres Hombres, which is loaded with pulled pork, ribs, beef brisket, honey hush cornbread, and served with fries and tomato cucumber salad on the side. See the charring on the ribs? That’s some good stuff.

Michael chose the Ragin’ Cajun chicken sandwich platter, loaded with hot Diablo sauce and served with fries and chili on the side.

We nibbled off each other’s plate, reminisced about our first visit all those years ago, and planned out the rest of the day. And of course we made plans to come back next year.

Getting There

246 W. Willow Street
Syracuse, NY 13202
315-476-4937

9 Court Street
Rochester, NY 14604
585-325-7090

646 W 131st St.
New York, NY 10027
212-694-1777

http://www.dinosaurbarbque.com

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This is a guest post from my husband, Michael, who travels the world and brings home stories of his many culinary adventures.

During a December business trip to Philadelphia with friend and fellow carnivore Garth Jenson, I realized the shipyards where I was giving a briefing was a mere three miles from what many would consider the Mecca of cheesesteaks, the quaint part of the city where two world renowned competitors stake their turf across a busy intersection. Garth and I couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. We had to settle the matter for ourselves: which was better, Pat’s King of Steaks or Geno’s Steaks. Both are open 24 hours a day seven days a week, which makes you wonder how many cheesesteaks they sell at 4 a.m. on a Sunday.

We were lucky enough to find a spot along the park across the street from Pat’s. The air was crisp but that didn’t sway the faithful from making the pilgrimage to the land of beef and cheesesteak. A bit of reconnaissance was in order since we didn’t want to look like the newbies we were. We quickly scanned the menus and listened to a series of regulars walk up to the window and order. To slow down the process in front of a line of hungry people is definitely frowned upon.

We decided to make the bout as fair as possible. Garth would order one cheesesteak and I would order the other, then we would split them so both could savor what Pat’s and Geno’s had to offer and make our own decision.

We went to Geno’s first. Like its website, Geno’s is flashy: the sign is bigger than Pat’s, they have a police memorial walk, and the inside of the overhang is lined with pictures of the famous and slightly famous smiling with the owners or workers. Garth ordered a “Wiz wit,” which for those in the know is a cheesesteak with Cheese Whiz and onions. Before going on this trip I had surveyed the office and gotten opinions about whether to go with cheese slices or the Wiz, and based on the responses I determined the Wiz was more authentic, and Garth agreed. The Geno’s cheesesteak order came out about as fast as Garth paid.

We then crossed the street to Pat’s, which is less glitzy than Geno’s. I ordered a Wiz wit and then asked about a drink and was motioned to the window to the left. Seems they have the process down to a science and use the same procedure whether you are the only person in line or there with a hundred new friends. The Pat’s cheesesteak came out open faced and appeared to have twice the meat of the Geno’s version. Both were the same price, $8.25. We later learned that Geno’s hollows out their buns which would account for the apparent difference in size.

We sat down at one of the red metal picnic tables and laid the competition side by side. Since neither offered knives, we had to make do splitting the sandwiches with two plastic forks, not so easy when you are starving, so bring a knife if you plan to do your own throwdown.

The Verdict

First the Pat’s cheesesteak: they say it’s the bun that makes the difference in getting a cheesesteak in Philly and a replica anywhere else. Pat’s bun seemed Italian and had a thin crunchy layer to it. The Wiz was light and not overbearing, the steak was thin-sliced and juicy but not dripping like an Italian beef sandwich you get in Chicago. One thing Pat’s offers that we didn’t see at Geno’s was a pepper bar, with both the round Italian and what looked like thin Thai peppers, as well as mustard and catsup squirt bottles. I slid in a couple of the Italian peppers which was a nice addition of texture and flavor.

Now the Geno’s cheesesteak: the bun is also Italian in style with three slits in the top. The bread was soft but didn’t give when you bit into the sandwich like the Pat’s version did. The amount of Wiz was slightly less than Pat’s, and the meat was more prominent. Garth and I both agreed the meat had more flavor to it, as if beef stock was added during cooking.

In the end it was close, but Garth and I agreed Geno’s edged out Pat’s slightly due to the flavor of the meat. We’ve heard there are better cheese steaks in Philly, and that may very well be the case, but that will have to be a future throwdown which both Garth and I are eager to take on.

Getting There

Geno’s Steaks
1219 S. 9th St.
Philadelphia, PA 19147

Pat’s King of Steaks
1237 E. Passyunk Ave.
Philadelphia, PA 19147

Both open 24/7, cash only.

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My new dress shoes felt comfortable enough until I started briskly walking the streets of New York City, then I began to wish I had worn my nice fuzzy LL Bean Comfort Mocs instead. They aren’t nearly as cute but so much more comfortable and warm. My toes were freezing as I stood in line outside the studio building and grew numb as the wait stretched on.

The whole process of getting into the building and going in and out of the studio was very precise and organized, not that I would expect anything less from The Martha Stewart Show. Organizers allowed a few people at a time into the building and through check-in and security, then as we passed into the waiting room, more people came in.

The waiting area filled slowly with audience members, and as I took my camera out to snap some photos, I realized my battery was almost dead. I’d obsessed over the rest of the details of the trip but forgot to charge the camera battery, so I quickly found an outlet in the room and plugged in, hoping to get enough juice to last through the morning.

While waiting for the call to go into the studio, I had time to chat with Tami (Running with Tweezers), her friend Shameeka (The Broke Socialite) and Jennifer (In Jennie’s Kitchen). I love these gals, they are so nice and down to earth.

When it was time to start moving into the studio, we were called in groups based on a symbol on our ticket, and Jennifer and I had both had the same symbol so we went in together. The process was very orderly, and as we walked into the studio various people wearing headsets asked how many were in our group then directed us to seats in the audience.

The audience organizers placed us in the back row, just in front of the sound and light booths. I guess they thought Jennifer and I would be trouble makers.

I spent a number of years performing in and working on community theatre productions, so I was as geeked about the set, lights, and cameras as I was about seeing the show and Martha herself. The set is laid out with a prep kitchen on stage right, then the show kitchen, a craft area, and finally a room filled with beautiful plants on stage left. The ceiling is covered with all kinds of lights, including many soft boxes, and as I studied the camera layouts I started wondering about getting a couple soft boxes to help with lighting in our dark kitchen.

The kitchen had some gorgeous appliances and I really wanted to sneak in there and fix lunch after the show. Do you think they would have let me? Um, probably not, but a girl can always hope.

Once the audience was seated, Joey Kola, the warm-up guy started working the audience. He’s quite a hoot and it was a lot of fun to watch him.

I enjoyed watching the bloggers do their thing: Pim (Chez Pim) made pad Thai, Jeff (Jeff and Martha) learned how to frost a cake, and Andrew (Martha Moments) made yarn cards. The audience hoped for some samples of the pad Thai and orange cake, but alas we were denied. One lucky blogger, Brianna Campbell (Hire Me Martha), had the opportunity to spend a day working with the Art Department.

After the show, Martha came forward and took some questions from the audience.

All the fashionistas took note of her snazzy YSL strappy pumps with ultra long heels. I would have fallen flat on my face in those shoes, but she carried them off well, even propping her leg up on the craft table later during the Q&A session so the audience could get a good look. (I captured that moment on video but have had technical difficulties getting a screen capture from the video, so will add a photo here once I sort that out.) (Photo added January 23.)

After the show was over, Jennifer and I had lunch at a noodle shop on 30th Street (the name escapes me, but the food was pretty good), then we parted and I got ready to return to DC. The bus ride was quiet and relaxing, a good time to transition from my little vacation to the bustle of family life.

Can you tell I had fun? I had a fantastic time and would do this again in a minute.

You can view the episode online at the Martha Stewart website (The Martha Stewart Show – The Blog Show).

UPDATE: The Martha Stewart website published a list of all the bloggers who were in the audience.

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Though I’ve been to New York City twice before on business, those trips did not allow time for sightseeing. Each time I left the city with a longing to return and explore, to see some of the places that capture my imagination. Today, ten years later, I finally got to do a little of that.

I spent the afternoon wandering around Chelsea and a bit of the Flatiron District and taking photos of the Flatiron Building, one of my favorite New York landmarks.

I had hoped to have time to visit the Guggenheim Museum and indulge in more architecture and art, but that will have to wait for another trip.

Of course getting some lunch was an important goal, and I set off to find Co.,  Jim Lahey’s pizza restaurant. New York Magazine ranked Lahey’s pizza at #4 in the city, and knowing of Lahey’s legendary breads I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try his pizza. He makes thin crust Napolitano-style pizzas with beautiful ingredients such as chestnuts, lardons, quail eggs, and honshimeji mushrooms. The pizzas are all about 11 inches in diameter, just enough for two people if you order a salad and appetizer to go along with the meal.

The restaurant seats about 50 people and has several long tables for bigger groups. I seated myself at the bar and took my time perusing the menu, trying to decide if I wanted to just order a pizza or order a starter and take some of the pizza home tomorrow so Michael can have a sample. I chose the appetizer of the day, a bowl of sliced beef that had been slow-cooked in a wine sauce until fork tender with slices of Lahey’s famous bread on the side for dipping. The flavor was hearty and slightly sweet from the wine, and the marbled meat melted in my mouth. The bread soaked up the flavors in the broth and I found myself swirling the bread around the bowl to get the last drops.

The roasted cauliflower pizza caught my eye, as well as the meatball, but in the end I decided on the flambé pizza with béchamel, parmesan, buffalo mozzarella, caramelized onions, and lardons.

I’m not typically a béchamel fan but the lure of a white pizza and the lardons drew me in. The pizza was quite rich, and the saltiness of the lardons actually saved it from being overwhelmingly rich. The crust had that wonderful crispiness and slightly smoky flavor you would expect from a good Napolitano pizza, and if I lived in NYC I would probably become a regular at Co.

And yes, I saved some to take home to Michael.

[I purchased the meal and received no compensation of any kind for writing this post.]

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This is a guest post from my husband, Michael, who travels the world and brings home stories of his many culinary adventures.

When traveling to even familiar places it’s nice to know a local. My friend Donn has lived in Hawaii all his life and when I asked him about the Rainbow Drive-In his face broke out in a grin as he chuckled, “It’s not very touristy.” In Honolulu with all the visitors, crowds, and overhype something like this simple drive-in has a certain appeal.

The Rainbow Drive-In is not easy to find, set back from the road and concealed by a mob of cars out front, and you really have to keep an eye out for it. It’s just past the zoo, in an older part of town. We parked on the street and carefully made our way across the busy road. The building is basically square with the kitchen in the back. Diners place and pick-up orders in the the front and there are about six stainless steel tables under an overhang on the side. A short cinder block wall separates the seating from the parking lot just high enough to block the cars. There are no windows but you don’t need them in Hawaii.

Even though it was just after 11 am the place was mobbed. The line moves quickly, so much so that if you are unfamiliar with the options it’s better to stand off to the side and glance over at the board of selections. Everyone I saw paid in cash, and the menu is about as cheap as you can get for quality fair, particularly for Hawaii. Although there is a continual flow of patrons through the drive-in the entire area is amazingly clean, including the rest room.

I heard they made a great Loco Moco so I ordered that along with a cherry slush float. The menu offers a choice between a plate or a bowl with the bowl being a regular single serving and the plate a double serving. I ordered the plate but later regretted it as I could have been easily satisfied by the single Loco Moco. We took our orders and sat down at one of the steel topped tables firmly attached to the ground. When a rookie pops the lid of what appears to be medium sized pizza box they’ll wonder what they’ve gotten themselves into—a bit of breakfast and a bit of lunch fused together. The steam and aroma will set you at ease as it tickles your nose. This is definitely plastic fork and knife eating at its best.

So what is a Loco Moco? At the base is a large scoop of white rice topped by a quarter pound hamburger, then they pour on a ladle of brown gravy over both and top it off with an egg cooked to order, I recommend over easy. A Loco Moco plate is two of these dressed on the side with a large scoop of macaroni salad. The macaroni salad is done classical-style with elbows and a hint of chopped vegetables, all liberally coated in mayo.

What comes to mind with the first bite is that this combination of tastes somehow works, even with the macaroni salad. On a hot day the cherry slush with a couple of scoops of vanilla ice cream is a great chaser. The drink takes me back to my childhood growing up in the Midwest, and once again the flavors work, particularly if they sit for a while and the slush melts into the ice cream. It was sweet heaven for me.

I left this experience very full and not wanting food for the rest of the day. At a little more than ten bucks this lunch is one of the best deals in town, but for most people, save the extremely hungry, the single Loco Moco in a cup should satisfy.

Getting There

Rainbow Drive-In
3308 Kanaina Ave. Honolulu, HI 96815-4214
(808) 737-0177.

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This short jaunt to Germany has been so much fun, and I have to say one of the highlights was visiting the Stuttgart Markthalle, an historic market in the old part of Stuttgart. A vegetable market has been in this location since 1864, and the building was constructed between 1911 and 1914. The building was reconstructed after receiving heavy damage during World War II and the interior underwent extensive renovations after a 1993 fire. The building has been noted as a cultural monument since 1974.

Located near the Altes Schloss, or Old Castle, the 95-year-old market has many stalls of beautiful foods, including fresh produce, wines, cheeses, meats, and local specialties such as breads and sausages. You can find foods from Germany, France, Italy, Greece, Spain, Austria, and other countries. The Markthalle also houses a Merz & Benzing, an espresso bar, tapas bar, and a cafe serving traditional Swabian cuisine.

The selection of foods is spectacular. It was fun to wander the aisles and take in all the sights and smells of some of my favorite foods, such as these Italian hams. Each of the Italian delicatessens—there is more than one—had beautiful displays of prosciutto and other Italian meats.

The Spanish delicatessen had a corner display devoted to Serrano hams. Note the paella pans hanging above the counters.

I also found a couple spice shops with a wide array of spices from all over the world.

I was hungry for lunch before I got to the Markthalle, and after seeing all that delicious food I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to eat there. For lunch I noshed on a focaccia caprese from one of the Italian delis, grilled up panini style, while I sat outdoors in the sunshine and watched the people come and go or stop to eat at one of the cafes outside the Markthalle. I also found one of our favorite German breads, laugenbrötchen (pretzel rolls), at one of the bakeries and brought a few back to the hotel for us to share, then immediately set off to figure out how to make them at home.

I had such a good time at the Markthalle and highly recommend it for anyone visiting Stuttgart, especially if you have a passion for good food and great markets.

[I purchased items myself and received no compensation of any kind for writing this article.]

Getting there: Via S-Bahn, all lines (S1, S2, S3, S4, S5, S6). Get off at Stadtmitte, one stop away from the Hauptbahnhoff (main train station). Follow the signs to Königstraße, turning left, then turn right on  Stiftstraße, left on Kirchstraße, and right on Dorotheenstraße. The market is on the southwest corner of the Altes Schloss (Old Castle), now the Würrtemberg State Museum.

Hours: Monday – Friday, 7 am to 6:30 pm; Saturday 7 am to 4 pm

Website: http://www.maerkte-stuttgart.de/markthalle (in German)

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The restaurant features traditional hearty Swabian favorites and they have both German and English menus available, though I had fun trying to dust off my high school German from years ago translating the menu for Michael. They serve breakfast daily lunch specials (Mittags) including drink from 11:00 am to 5 pm, dinner after 5 pm, and a Sunday all you can eat brunch from 10 am to 4 pm. The daily lunch specials are very reasonable at just €6,50 with soup and salad extra at just €1,80. The Sunday brunch sounds like a good value at €8,80 per person, with children under 6 eating free and children 6 to 12 eating at half price. I spotted a Frühstück (breakfast) list tucked into the main menu, though a note on the website mentions that they do not currently serve breakfast.

We went for dinner and had beers, salads, and entrees. Michael ordered the braumeisterbier, the house beer, which he enjoyed; I had the Helles hefeweizen, also good. Both were €2,80 per glass or €12,90 per pitcher. The side salad (€2,50), which tasted very good, consisted of a bed of German style potato salad with a vinaigrette and some slaw, then greens, shredded carrots, and tomato wedges on top.

For his meal, Michael ordered the Braumeister-Schmaus (€11,80), a combination plate with Fleischkäse (a baked sausage meatloaf), Maultasche (meat wrapped in a wide flat noodle), Käsespätzle (cheese noodles), and Bratensauce (a dark gravy). His favorites were the Maultasche and the Käsespätzle.

I had the Stuttgarter Pfännle (€14,80), a meal served in one of their traditional pfannen (pans) with pork medallions, mushroom cream sauce, and homemade spätzle (noodles) on the side. The pork and noodles tasted great with the mushroom sauce.

Both meals were large and though we liked them were didn’t have enough room to finish, let alone any room for dessert, though it would be worth a trip back to try some of their appetizers and desserts.

[We purchased the meal and received no compensation of any kind for writing this article.]

Getting there: Via S-Bahn, all lines (S1, S2, S3, S4, S5, S6). Get off at Stadtmitte one stop away from the Hauptbahnhoff (main train station). Walk to Rotebühlplatz, then Calwer Strasse.

Website: www.calwereck.de (in German), www.calwereck.de (in English)

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This is a guest post from my husband, Michael, who travels the world and promised me a story about one of his many culinary experiences. Future posts will have photos from his trips.

We ventured across the world’s busiest intersection, the rush hour crowd absorbing us as if we weren’t there.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

A mustached smile gleamed back at me, “A Mongolian barbecue where we can eat and drink all we want for 4000 yen (about $28).”

I shook my head in disbelief.

My friend chuckled after reading my expression. “Oh yeah, and we’ve got to finish in ninety minutes.”

Eight of us weaved through the packs of businessmen, young professionals, and school girls down one of the dozen or so side streets. We turned a corner and stepped down to a pair of wooden doors with metal handles shaped like a snowman. We entered and sat on stools arranged on either side of a short wooden table with metal holes in which concrete urns containing white hot blocks of charcoal were placed. The server laid curved grills on top, and provided bowls of mixed vegetables which included bean spouts, sliced pumpkin, green pepper, thin shavings of carrots, and broccoli. Next to this were nuggets of thinly sliced lamb and cubes of fat which we placed on top of the grill to coat it.

They provided our first drinks, our choices were iced liter mugs of beer, sake, or wine. The table split into factions of each. The server showed us the clock and we were off. The beers went down quickly, the sake less so—the heavy, sweet liquid almost daring you to consume it.

The vegetables and lamb sizzled and popped for a couple of minutes over the heat before we picked it off. The meat was delicate not like the lamb we have back in the states. The beers and drinks were replenished swiftly along with the food as we worked through our feast. After ninety minutes we had had our fill. We each passed in our 4000 yen, collected our group and returned to the busy streets, stopping down the road at a shop for purple sweet potato ice cream to top off our evening before making our way back to the hotel.

Tokyo is a wonderful city, and if you ever get a chance to visit make a point of stopping in for a 90 minute feast of your own. According to the expats I was with these are popular throughout the city. I recommend the place we ate, www.kita-yukidaruma.com. The service was excellent and the beer ice cold, but beware of the sake, otherwise you might not remember the experience unless your friends can fill in the gaps.

Resources

www.kita-yukidaruma.com

Bento.com – Tokyo Food Page Restaurant List, Shibuya

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Part of our annual trek to the Adirondacks includes a pilgrimage to Donuts & More in Speculator, New York. It’s a tradition for us to have these delicious donuts at least once during the trip, but some years we indulge a few times. The shop has been there for many years and is now owned by Gwen and Mark Crary, who bought it in Fall 2007 and officially reopened in May. The previous owners, Marie and James, ran the shop for a number of years. Sadly, Marie passed away in March, but Gwen and Mark are doing a fine job keeping the tradition going.

I don’t know their secret, but this little place makes the best donuts I’ve ever tasted anywhere. They have a delicious fluffy crumb and aren’t the least bit greasy. The shop sells eight varieties; mostly cake, but they also have a few yeast donuts with cream or jelly filling. My favorite is the cinnamon and sugar cake donuts (in the photo above), though I will happily eat any of the varieties they sell! Mark arrives at 4 am to start the donuts and then continues to make them fresh throughout the morning based on demand, and it’s quite a treat to walk into the shop and see the fresh donuts lined up in the case.

The lines can be quite long in the mornings, especially on the weekends, so plan ahead and get there early. One dozen donuts costs $7.00, and they are absolutely worth it.

Details

Donuts & More

Location: Speculator, New York at the intersection of Routes 30 and 8; The Lane Emporium in the Charlie John’s Store parking lot

Open: Memorial Day to mid-October

Hours: 7 am to 12 pm, Thursday through Monday (Summer), 7 am to 12 pm, Saturday and Sunday (after Labor Day)

More information: Speculator Chamber of Commerce, Town of Lake Pleasant, Wikipedia – Speculator, NY

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