best. news. ever.
t says: So, after our “best. mail. ever.” post, I have often wondered what would come along and be even awesomer than having a Han Dynasty closer to my workplace … and now I have it: FedNuts moving closer to me. It’s on like Donkey Kong.
a says: You lucky ______s …
The Oregon Trail: Outbound Flight and Digs
t says: g and I have just returned from our trip to Oregon and it was awesome! We’ve decided to recount some of our voyage here for you because there was a ton of fun to be had, including good food, good wine, and lots of stories. Rather than give you the day-by-day, I’m going to group together some of the like experiences so that it doesn’t seem like we did the same thing every day (e.g. wake up, eat, drink, eat, drink, eat, drink, sleep). Plus, it’ll help us remember what made certain attractions different from others (e.g. the differences between wineries, restaurants, etc).
We started our trip to PDX with a 6am flight to Newark. That’s right: our destination was Portland, but we had to fly east to Newark first for a 1-hr layover, and then fly directly to PDX. This is humorous/stupid for a few reasons. The first is that it’s kind of a waste of time to put up with air travel for such a short commute; I’d bet we’d spend more time boarding and de-boarding the plane than actually in the air. Furthermore, I’d also be willing to bet that a bus would get us to the Newark airport faster at 6am. The second bit of humor/stupidity is the cost. Direct flights from PHL to PDX are in excess of $800, while the above one-stop flight was below $300. I tried to get crafty and find some way to drive to Newark the morning for a flight directly to PDX … and found that that, too, costs over $800. I contemplated just booking the PHL –> Newark –> PDX flight and just catching the Newark–>PDX leg, but feared that they might cancel our seats or something if we didn’t show up in PHL … Alas, we just “went with it” and flew from PHL to PDX via Newark … leading us to the last bit of funny … g and I were super-psyched that we were in seats 8A and 8B for the first leg, because that’d mean that we’d be towards the front of the plane, so we’d have an opportunity to de-board quickly at Newark so we could scramble to our next gate. Turns out that the plane only had 9 rows. Nine rows! This plane was t-i-n-y (e.g. I knew every seat was full because I could easily SEE every seat). It was so tiny that ALL wheely luggage carry-ons had to be checked. As a matter of fact, it was SO tiny that it still had real-deal, legit propellers on the wings! Propellers! Had our phones been on, we would have provided you with a pic!
Fortunately, everything went off without a hitch. We landed in Newark and caught our flight to PDX. At around 4 hours or so, we had confirmation that we were indeed heading west, as this is what the window showed:
Now, upon landing in PDX, we were faced with our first real decision: which compact rental car to choose? There was a grey Chevy Aveo. And a yellow Fiat. I was rooting for the Fiat. g was rooting for any car that wasn’t yellow. Conclusion: Chevy Aveo won. I guess we’ll just have to Fiat another time … (we would have taken a picture, however, the dude right behind us in line HAD to go with the Fiat because there was no other compact car available after we took the Aveo, and we didn’t want to rub it in his face). As a sidenote, g admits that had the Fiat been red, she would have done it in a heartbeat.
After this, there was some wine-tasting and some eating, but we’ll get to those in a future posts …
We eventually checked in to our overnight accommodations for the wine country leg of the trip. We chose Abbey Road Farms Bed and Breakfast!
Ok, so the above pic needs some explaining. The proprietors had these old grain silos turned into rooms – and they’re all connected to a common foyer. When we told lc about this, she wasted no time in sharing her opinion that this was insanely gimicky but perfect because there’s a sucker born every minute (thus implying that g and I are suckers). That’s ok lc – we know that you’re just jealous that YOU didn’t get to stay in grain silos. Now, we didn’t take any pictures of our room (plenty of pictures on their kind-of-dated website), but it was well-appointed with a good amount of space, heated floors, jacuzzi tubs, and extraordinarily comfy beds (seriously – it’s the first time we’ve ever had no complaints about beds while traveling). It was actually nice and very clean. Also, the view from our room (the Alpine Room, which apparently has the best view) was pretty frickin’ awesome:

alpine room view on a clear day (and you can see the patio we used for dining) – picturesque vineyards stretch out to the left, but we couldn’t fit them in the picture …
So now you must be wondering: “What’s ‘the deal’ with Abbey Road farm?” There’s a farm and there’s a BnB. Together. It’s a pretty cute place! The farm is small but legit (it has chickens, alpacas, llamas, sheep – all roaming about certain sections of the land). The farm’s proprietors, John and Judi, are a super-sweet couple who just really wanted to own a farm and found that they had the means to do so … and so they did! From what we gathered, John (a very nice man) is full of ideals and further allowed to live out those ideals by virtue of having made a crap-ton of money in Las Vegas (something to do with insurance companies and hotel management). However he attained the funds to buy the place, we don’t care, because the experience was absolutely wonderful. We do want to note that John admits that he runs a “Gucci farm” – meaning that while he and his wife have done their best to learn and perform the activities necessary for farming, they do enlist the help of others to make sure things are done properly. I’m not sure who’s idea the BnB side of the property came from, but however it came to be, it’s very well executed. The rooms had everything we needed, the breakfasts were tasty and filling, the price was reasonable, and it was so pretty/peaceful that we often just brought back food to the BnB to eat on that patio while gazing into the distance (it was so much better than staying at a room in some hotel in one of the tiny towns like Dundee or McMinnville). As a sidenote, this property is also next to Trappist Abbey, which John somehow helped to become a perpetually preserved/conserved land, so no matter now commercial Oregon becomes due to the wine trade, he’ll always have trees in his back yard. Brilliant! More sidenotes: they make their own goat’s milk cheese (the lemon zest chevre is AWESOME), and John’s currently trying to bring a farmer’s market to the property for locals and foodies to enjoy.
Trust us: we’d happily go back to Abbey Road Farms in the future – it’s the perfect accommodation for visiting wine country. We hope they’ll still be there next time!
We did send some time in Portland on our trip as well, requiring a one-night stay in one of the city’s many hotels. We got a great deal on The Nines using Expedia so we jumped on it. Here’s the rundown:
–The Good: Super-clean. The staff is super-uber-nice/helpful/kind – it’s like they are trying their hardest to give the impression that they’re the Ritz or something – we give them an A+ for effort. There’s a pretty fancy-looking restaurant in there – we wouldn’t recommend it when there are so many restaurants with such high praises in Portland, but it’s nice to know that there’s a back-up plan.
–The Bad: Their logo, which is apparently a wonkified number “9” is pretty stupid-looking. It’s ok, g and I turned all of the items in our room with that logo (e.g. coasters, pads of paper) upside-down, so they resembled the letter “G” instead. How fitting. They’re also trying way too hard to be chic – resorting to a lot of “first year in art school” type pictures/paintings/thingamajigs hanging on the walls to give them a more “modern”/”hip”/”cool” aesthetic – we weren’t fooled by their faux coolness.
–The Scary/Hilarious: After returning from dinner, we walked into our hotel room only to find that the lights were on, the TV was on, and my luggage was wide open with my clothes all strewn about. My first thought: “HOLY CRAP – WE’VE BEEN ROBBED!!” – my mind started racing through the valuables we had with us (i.e. laptop, iPad, wine, g’s clothes). It turns out that we were not robbed, rather, turndown service had happened, which involves turning on the nightstand lights and turning the TV to some sort of classical music station for ambience. And the luggage … that was just me forgetting to put it away before we left for dinner (or as g would put it: “just being a slob”). g apparently at no point thought we had been robbed and automatically assumed it was turndown service. Oops.
–The Summary: The Nines is a great hotel in a good downtown location, but it does isolate you from the real “culture” or Portland (i.e. anything seen in the tv series Portlandia). Great restaurants are to the east and the parks are to the west, so it’s kind of in the middle of where you want to go to do things, however, it’s close to Voodoo Donuts and Stumptown Coffee and Powell’s City of Books so it’s not like you’re in the middle of nowhere. I feel that if we had to go to Portland, we’d do The Nines again if we found it at a sale price (it’s very expensive otherwise).
Well, that’s it for now – stay tuned for the next two installments: the wine, and the food.
Russet rustles up some good dishes
t says: Two of our friends wanted to go to dinner with us – but the question was, “where?”. We pulled up our list of usual suspects but wanted something a little more exciting/new. And then I remembered a little new place that I saw while walking home the other day – Russet! After some googlage, we found that they had availability, so off we went!
May 2012, Sunday Dinner, Party of 4. We walked in and the first thing we noticed was just how small a place it was. The dining area was kind of like a large living room of a row-house (with tall ceilings). Cute! There wasn’t a whole lot of stuff decorating the walls/ceiling/tables, so the place was kind of bare – but at least there wouldn’t be any distractions from the food …
Our friends ordered up this app. From what I can tell, the execution seemed spot-on, however, it was pretty small for costing close to $10. I only sampled the bacon, which in my book was perfectly crisped. Sorry – I can’t comment past that. Overall, it seems that our friends were happy to taste/eat the food, but I still wonder whether even the most perfect of preparations of an egg, some asparagus, and bacon could ever warrant so high a tariff? Maybe if there was some gold leaf and truffle and cavier and foie in there?
When we first got there, we told the server that it was our first time and asked for recommendations. She explained that “anything pasta” was bound to be good, as all the pasta was made fresh in-house. Immediately, I eyed a shortrib ?pappardelle? – as I’m a sucker for shortrib. But that’d be too normal – I wanted to see chef’s chops. So I changed tunes at the last second and went with the ramp ravioli in what I think was a lemon-butter sauce adorned with some sort of petals (I should have read the menu more closely – they’ve since changed the menu so I can’t even look it up). Whatever it was, this dish was FANTASTIC. All four of us agreed that the combo of flavors made for a ravioli that was bright and summery – there’s just something about the way the ramps came through on the palate, presumably unleashed from the filling. Splendid ravioli texture, too! Someone knows how to make some pasta!
One of our friends opted for bacon-wrapped <insert fish here>. As you can see, I forgot what the original fish was, but I know that after she had ordered, they informed her that they were instead wrapping halibut in bacon that night. She agreed to the change, and this is what emerged. And you know what? She won dinner. This fish was wonderful. It reminded me exactly of the kind of fish that would come out had we been eating at Little Fish. The vivid bacon flavor absolutely blew me away. And if that wasn’t enough, the fish cookery was other-worldly-amazing. I don’t know if it was a fluke or something to have cooked fish so perfectly (we only had one fish dish at the table), but I’d definitely try out a fish dish the next time I go.
This was my dish – I unfortunately don’t have much to report here. The chicken was cooked ok. The jus was a a bit boring. The vegetables were plain. But technically, nothing on the dish was actually “bad”, it’s just that on the whole I found the flavors underwhelming. Is it weird that I’m dinging a dish for tasting like its visible components? I don’t know – maybe I’m just suffering food-envy, as I was coming off the ramp ravioli and had just tasted the bacon-wrapped halibut. I’ll leave it as “It was a “good chicken dish”. But that’s it.
This dish came out a little weird. g ordered gnocchi. I saw it on the menu. I heard her order it. But this was more like rectangles of polenta in texture – very weird. I guess for polenta, it wasn’t bad, but when I think of gnocchi, I think of soft pillows of homogenous dough – not grainy/gritty pasta. It was accompanied by globs of ricotta and a tomato sauce and laid over a bed of something [that I didn’t taste], but I just couldn’t get over the gnocchi. g’s not one to complain [unless some really egregious error has been made], so she let it slide. I think that this was probably the biggest “pass” for me of the night – maybe someone doesn’t know their pasta? Or maybe they know their pasta too well, so that meager mortals like ourselves don’t know real gnocchi if it punched us in the face …
Ok, so there were some highs and some lows. I think Russet deserves a second chance, as I think the times when they got to play with not-boring ingredients (ramps, fish), they really shine. The prices are a little inflated – their steak was $34!! At the same time, they are BYO, so that helps, but I have serious doubts if their cow is going to be able to topple other $30 cows (like Bibou’s). We’ll just have to see!
“Square Peg … i like you …”
t says: In my first-vacation-since-freshman-year-of-high-school (and by “vacation”, I mean “a period of time greater than 1 week in length in which I had no work to do”), I have found that I get restless pretty darned easily. I just need things to do! This has been good for reading (I conquered the Hunger Games trilogy and browsed a few cookbooks), blogging, swimming (I got destroyed by Penn swimmers last week), watching horrible horrible free movies on Hulu (as you’ve read), organizing our finances and health insurance, and, of course, eating. Not a whole lot of learning going on here, so I’m pretty sure I’m going to be completely inept when I start my real job in June, but I guess I’ll have to worry about that then. What I lack is a partner in crime. It turns out that all of my friends either have real jobs or are doing someactually productive things that don’t lend themselves to missions like wine-hunting and lunch-searching … Except for today! k texted me out of the blue with a request to go to lunch. In a flash (because I have nothing else to do), I immediately began constructing a list of lunch places I wanted to try. At the top of the list: Square Peg. With Matt Levin at the helm, I was super-psyched to go. For those who don’t know, he’s the genius behind the Tastykake sliders (imagine mini-hamburgers … but instead of bread, think Kandy Kakes). Take a peak, if you dare:
And this is just the tip of the Matt Levin iceberg. The rest of it includes FourLoko dinners, super-awesome fried chicken, and more! Square Peg is supposed to be “comfort food with a twist” (my words, not theirs). I like comfort food. So does k. I like twists. So does k. And with that, we booked a reservation and trekked on over to the middle of Center City. It was time for another t & k adventure (past adventures: zahav lunch, Philly Food Tours)!
May 2012, Thursday Lunch, Party of 2. We were late. I hate being late. Ugh. Stupid cars – let’s just say that traffic/parking on Thursdays around noon absolutely sucks in CC. After crawling for what seemed like an eternity (I was hungry, so my perception of time was a little “off”), we pulled into a parking lot on 9th and Sansom only to find there were absolutely no spots left. Sunuvamotherlessgoat! So we pulled out and searched [at a snail’s pace] for street parking. Fortunately, k must have some sort of super-secret car-moving abilities because on the next block, a car pulled out right in front of us. Beautiful! Good job k!
Sensing that we were going to be late, I called up Square Peg to see if they could make sure to save our reservation despite our tardiness. The female voice on the phone was A-OK with it. Great! We walked in 15 minutes late and indeed – not a problem at all. I was surprised, as lunch was ending soon – but I wasn’t complaining.
After taking our seats, I was faced with a conundrum similar to that which I was in at Talula’s Garden – too many things to try and only one stomach to eat with! French Toast, burger, turkey sliders, pulled pork, and tons of other stuff, too! After much debate, k and I decided that we should be strategic and order two things we both wanted to try and share. Boom. We’re smart like that. Now, reading the menu at Square Peg is fun because with every dish, there’s something tweaked to make it different. If you’re not paying attention, you just might miss it. Take the above: “mac-n-cheese ‘grilled cheese'”. I read it and didn’t even bat an eyelash – but that’s because it didn’t cross my mind this was not going to be just some kind of heavily crusted mac-n-cheese, rather, a grilled cheese sandwich with the cheese replaced by mac-n-cheese; k figured it out instantly. Check it out:
I have to say that I was pretty impressed with the execution of this dish. How the hell did the macaroni stay inside the bread? At first, I thought maybe the mac would be one of those “fake” mac-n-cheeses where so much egg and crumbly cheese is used that the end result comes out friable and not the least bit smooth (I hate those mac-n-cheeses). And it wasn’t all thick-and-congealed and it wasn’t all super-compressed-like-a-panini either. It turns out that this mac was indeed smooth and cheesy, with some good cheesy oomph, and just the right amount of stiction to stay in place. How did they do it? Well, however they did, I liked it! I will say that I think maybe interspersing a few (a very few) crumbles of blue cheese would have stepping up the cheese flavor without sacrificing texture. k felt oppositely, feeling that the grilled mac and cheese was already a bit too rich. So we agree to disagree. Either way, we both felt like the tomato soup was a nice counter-point to the sandwich – punching up the flavors and cutting through what was essentially a super-thick cheese sandwich. Nicely done!
These next sandwiches were “my” choice, even though k spotted it first. Basically, think of a sandwich you’d make using Thanksgiving leftovers: turkey, stuffing, yams, cranberry sauce, and gravy. Brilliant. While an obvious a combination, and not one that is completely unheard of in restaurants (Smoking Betty has had it for a while), this is the first that I had tasted not in the comfort of someone’s house. And it was awesome, tasting exactly like what you’d expect – with some caveats:
1) The cranberry sauce is chunky. I don’t mind this, but some people are partial to super-smooth cranberry sauce.
2) The stuffing doesn’t have stuff in it. g’s mom’s stuffing, the current adsz stuffing champ, is so chocked full of more than just carrots and herbs.
3) The turkey (and rest of the ingredients) is served cold. This is on-theme, as it’s supposed to be a “leftover” sandwich, and probably allows the kitchen to just pull the ingredients out of the fridge … however, I normally zap the ingredients in the microwave first.
4) The gravy is plain … my gravy is not …
Be that as it may, these were some damn good sliders – we devoured all of em (k ate the big one, I ate the two small ‘uns). Sure, they could have been fussed up a bit more, but to be honest, I’d take these over another boring burger any day. But, if I was allowed to change only one thing, it’d be the gravy (and it’d probably be the easiest to jazz up, anyways). Mushrooms, nuts, herbs, cream of celery, belgian pale ale … anything like that would be a nice addition. Of course, I’m no cook/chef, so what do I know?
Finally, we went for dessert:
Ok, so this one was the most unexpected item of our meal because it didn’t really resemble a pie at all. That kinda stunk because we were really in the mood for pie! On the flip side, the dessert did resemble Barbuzzo’s salted caramel budino in presentation, so that made us happy initially, but unfortunately means that it’s going to be compared to the budino, whether it wants to be or not. So about this dessert … The chocolate was definitely not pudding-like, rather, thick and fudgey. I didn’t mind (I like fudge), but it did require some finger strength to drive a spoon all the way to the bottom of the jar. The crumbled pretzel added some nice saltiness and texture. And the banana (bruleed and salted) was nice touch, too, breaking up the chocolate monotony! But now the problem: if only somehow the banana was somehow incorporated better so we wouldn’t have to carefully dissect it to ensure that each bite had some banana. I don’t know how this could be done – maybe mash the banana into a creamy top layer and then brulee the top? I really like the combination of flavors going on here, but it’s just not put together ideally … which is a shame … because … k chimes in: The dessert in a jar definitely filled my chocolate needs, however in no way compared to Barbuzzo’s budino – the original dessert in a mason jar. t’s back: We recognize it’s totally stupid to think that every layered dessert presented in a glass jar is “biting” off of Barbuzzo … but theirs just tastes so damn good!
k delivers the finale: It was a fun lunch place. I liked the atmosphere and the music. The menu was filled with cute and creative twists on old things you’ve had before. For the most part, the twists seemed like yummy ideas. One exception – I thought the tacos with Fritos in a bag sounded terrible. Our choices hit the spot, though. Not out-of-this-world tasty, but still solid.
t refuses to let her have the last word: Yea, I’d totally go back to see what other kinds of crazy are going on up in there. Lunch, dinner, whatever. There’s some real potential. And the prices aren’t ridiculous, either!
wish we had hbo …
t says: Saw this on the Report and I kind of want to see it … of course I don’t want it so much to actually want to pay Comcast for it …
Talula’s Garden crushes brunch
t says: We had heard that Talula’s Garden was now offering brunch – naturally, we just had to go. Oddly enough, it actually took us quite a long time to get there – maybe a bit more than a month? (That’s odd for Olexy-fans like us.) Whatever the reason for the delay, we finally went this past weekend – and we were on a mission! You see, this upcoming weekend, for Mother’s Day 2012, we’re going to do something absolutely stupid – we’re going to have brunch with our parents … in Philadelphia … at a restaurant … It’s. going. to. be. insane. It’s Mother’s Day, it’s graduation weekend, and Dad Vails are in town. Insane, but I guess we’re up for a challenge. In preparation for the insanity, g and I reasoned that we at least had to do some reconnaissance at the brunch candidates – namely the longtime adsz favorite Cochon and new-kid-on-the-block Talula’s Garden. So we donned our service uniforms, packed our hi-tech image acquisition apparatus, and force-marched it to Washington Square … (btw – we went to Cochon recently – they’re still ridiculously tasty).
May 2012, Sunday Brunch, Party of 2. After sitting down, g and I dove into the brunch menu – we were quite hungry from the morning stroll. And it hit us: the menu oozed pure awesomeness. My mind was boggled – there were too many dishes to try: blintzes, pancakes, butcher’s breakfast, pastries, cheese, donuts … I’d say 50-67% of the menu was totally t-worthy. This conundrum was great news, as all of the preliminary reports featured so few dishes that I feared a lack of selection (which would have stunk for Mother’s Day if there was nothing that mom liked …).
After much consideration, g and I forced ourselves to limit our choices to 3 selections – three that we were pretty sure most people in our party next weekend would choose (Party of 12 baby!). Here they are:
Hidden in the menu was the breakfast pastry trio – as it’s not called that at all. Nevertheless, as soon as we spotted a single item, we knew we had to start with the breakfast pastries. That item: lemon ginger scone. While I’ve mentioned them in passing in Talula’s Table posts (although I’m currently failing to find them right now), I think that this blog has failed to completely capture g’s (and my) love for Talula’s Table’s scones, especially the lemon ginger ones. And if TG’s scones are even 23% as good as TT’s, we would be happy. How did it stack up? We’ve decided that it was almost as good as anticipated. It was a bit cakier/cakeier/more-cake-like than TT’s, which makes for a lighter pastry – but the flavor was spot-on. There’s pluses and minuses to this, though. On one hand, there’s a certain richness that TG’s scone lacks, but on the other, you don’t feel completely full after eating just one scone, so it’s definitely not too much of a letdown because we had more food to eat! And while the muffin and coffee cake (especially with the lemon curd) were also very good (giving Parc’s pastry basket a run for its money), you just can’t beat a lemon-ginger scone, even one operating at 87% of max-deliciosity (you have to try them when they come straight out of the oven at 7am at Talula’s Table in Kennet Square … only then will you understand our obsession).
g ordered an egg-based savory breakfast dish … surprised? Not I. This one was featured egg, crab, and some kind of ?tomato-based? Hollondaise/Bearnaise-ish sauce and accompanied by those wonderfully-gold brown potatoes … and it totally rocked g’s socks. It was funny, because although there weren’t massive chunks of crab, that sauce tasted so much like crab it was kind of like what would happen if capo giro made crab-flavored gelato. Ok, maybe that’s not the best picture to paint, but you get the idea – it had a very vivid crab flavor! The eggs were perfectly poached with good yolk runniness. And then there was that English muffin … that English muffin was crazy! We got word from one of our fave TG staff that these were made in house and required some time to perfect before they released this dish – well let me say it was perfect! (I’m contemplating swearing off Thomas’s.)
What you see before you is my main. The wheat pancakes pictured above were oh-so-fluffy – coming within a hair of the reigning pancake champ at Cochon in terms of thickness, but still pretty impressive! The bananas (with accompanying sauce like a bananas foster) and pecans were fantastic (although perhaps obvious) accompaniments, and reminded me a little of the bananas that Cochon used to put on their Elvis French toast (back when they used to offer the Elvis French toast). Actually, I loved the Elvis-themed toppings so much back then that I frequently asked them to put them on top of their super-wicked pancakes. But alas, they Elvis no more. Ok – back to TG’s pancakes: while “wheat” is normally not a desirable flavor for me (just ask g about my thoughts on wheat bread), it actually added a little bit of a savory pinch in the background of all the sweet on the plate – I liked it! I think overall, the dish needed some salt – maybe a piece of bacon or something, which I guess I should have ordered, myself. Be that as it may, in light of Cochon’s lack of gussied-up pancakes (they only do French toast dressed with sausage gravy on their menu right now – pancakes are a “side dish”, and while they’re still fan-frickin-tastic, they lack to bananas and bacon ice cream of old …), it seems like there’s a new pancake champion in town … Talula’s Garden! Woop woop! Raise the roof! And other such cool exclamations!
And then we were full …
g and I were bummed – there was still so much food our mouths wanted to taste, but our stomachs had had enough! We decided that TG was the way to go for Mother’s Day brunch – not to say that Cochon would have been worse, but there really is something special about their brunch. While it’s not as heavy as Cochon (which g and I like – we were full, but we didn’t feel disgusting), it’s also not as inexpensive as Cochon, so I don’t know how often we can afford to go. I think Cochon will remain our usual adsz Sunday brunch pick, with TG winning “special occasion Sunday brunch”. So great job TG! We look forward to seeing you this weekend. I hope you guys are ready for the crazy that is Mother’s Day.


















