Be Careful Out There

The thing about comfort food is, it makes you feel good when you eat it. Whether it's a warm bowl of macaroni & cheese (I'm not talking about the boxed variety here, folks) or a the meatloaf on the blue plate special, or a great burger - there's a certain feeling about sitting down and digging in. Aside from the authentic taste and even the feel of the food as you eat it, there are even emotions and memories that are dredged up from childhood experiences or home-cooked meals from long ago.

And while we're aware of the potential dangers of indulging from too much fast food (personally I believe that the issues in "Super Size Me" lay at the feet of the consumers, not the company), it can be easy to forget our health when we're enjoying some unique and down-home cooking. Especially since diners and independent restaurants aren't required to list nutritional information of their menu items.

So, today's post is a bit of a public service announcement to remind you that anything you consume should be done in moderation. Especially if you happen to visit the establishments listed in this article about the Seven Fattiest Sandwiches in the U.S. I'm horrified to discover that I've had the pastrami sandwich at the Carnegie Deli (a place that will have a future review here on the site).

Enjoy your meal. Just don't enjoy too much of it. :-)

Flickr image courtesy of: bunchofpants

Lloyd's Diner

Earlier this year, C.C. Chapman and I had breakfast at the well-hidden Lloyd's diner in Framingham, MA. Thought I'd provide an update based on my memories of the outing.

If I recall, it was late winter/early spring, on a raw morning when the rain was pelting down in the gravel parking lot. I waited in the car for a while before C.C. arrived, and I saw a variety of people entering: police officers, businessmen, bus drivers - clearly all locals. This place evidently was a hidden gem. One of the reasons I knew about it was from the Roadside Architecture site.

The booths were tight, as you'd expect from a vintage Worcester Lunch Car (this was #783, made in 1942), and the draft from the busy door being opened & closed as cold. But the coffee was hot and the butter on the toast was thickly spread, so all was good.

More than the food though, what I remember was having a great conversation with a good friend - in this case, C.C. We talked about work and family life and all of the kinds of things you'd expect two busy guys to discuss. But what stands out for me is how hard the place was to find and how worthwhile it was once I got there.

In this case, I was determined to (1) try a new place that I heard great things about; and (2) make sure I spent some time with a valued friend, whom I hadn't seen since our last diner outing some 3 months previous. While we may be connected digitally, it's the face-to-face that counts. And when it's difficult to make happen, it's this kind of commitment that differentiates an acquaintance from a friend.

I suppose this is a metaphor for life. Very seldom are the worthwhile things easy to achieve. Sure there's dumb luck sometimes, but if you don't prepare yourself to be ready, or if you don't keep persevering, you may find that your most fervent desires don't just show up on your doorstep.

So this year, make some time to do what's right, even though it may not be easy. You'll find yourself handsomely rewarded, even if it's just with a sense of satisfaction.


Photo credit: andyi

Gracie's Diner - Portsmouth, NH

Although I've blogged for over two years now, this is my virgin post on the "Nothing Could be Finer..." blog. Thanks to Mssrs. Scott Monty and CC Chapman for allowing me to jump in. As a big fan of diners, dives and greasy spoons, I'm hoping to add some value while learning a thing a two from the experts (Scott and CC).

For my first review, I'm tackling a new joint recommended to me by social media measurement guru, Katie Paine. The place of which I speak is Gracie's Diner, a new place in downtown Portsmouth, NH. I live just north of Boston so Portsmouth isn't "just down the street" but I happened to be heading up to Maine for the weekend with my family so I took the opportunity to give Gracie's a try.

I love Portsmouth (one of my favorite diners ever, Friendly Toast, is there) so I thought that it wouldn't hurt to have a back up plan for those days when the line at Friendly Toast exceeded an hour an a half -- a regular occurrence on weekends at FT. The good news is that I now have a backup plan. The bad news is that Friendly Toast is still my favorite place to eat in Portsmouth.

Here's the skinny based on my family's dining experience at Gracie's. I'm willing to give it a shot to make sure I'm providing a well-balanced portrait:

• The waitstaff was good, efficient but a little harried while we were there. We ate at Gracie's on Friday morning before Labor Day and my guess is that either a) someone didn't show up for their shift or b) they weren't expecting as many people pre-Labor Day.
• Nice atmosphere with tons of cool photos of 70's rockers like James Taylor, Tom Waits and David Bowie adorning the walls. The diner sits under the eve of the roof and has subsequently been closed in so it has somewhat of a "cottage" type feel to it.
  
• Food was tasty. Probably a 3.5 on a scale of 1-5. We got:
  
  - a cheese and mushroom omelet (me) - good portion and cooked so that it wasn't dry. the toast it came with was white (waitress didn't ask me for bread choice) and home fries were not browned but still tasted good. They were made from red bliss potatoes so they were not your traditional run of the mill. I liked my choice.
  
  - pancakes were obviously home made and were light. The portion was good (more than my wife could eat) and the syrup came in a pitcher which was also appreciated. One minor knock is that the butter came in packages on the side (we had to ask for butter).
  
  - my daughter had two fried eggs over easy w/ bacon, white toast and home fries. All were very good but the bacon was not very crispy (English style). Not a huge deal.
  
  - my son has a fruit dish which was semi-fresh fruit in plain yogurt (apparently we didn't see the "yogurt" part so that kind of spoiled it for my son. The fruit was good but not great.
  
  NOTE: one of my biggest tests of a diner/dive is the coffee (particularly how good the wait staff is about refills). In this case, the coffee was very good but I never got offered a refill. I may have to chalk this up to point no. 1 which was the fact that I think Gracie's was a little understaffed.

All in all, we had a good experience. One other minor knock (and it really is minor) is that at the end of the meal, you have to go up to the counter to pay vs. the waitress dropping the check at your table. I'm not sure why this bugged me but it just seems like it's table stakes for any good greasy spoon.

So a big "thank you" to Katie Paine for turning me onto a good new breakfast place. Like I said, I'll definitely be back!

If you want to visit:
165 Deer Street
Portsmouth, NH 03801


*Photo courtesy SHIR HABERMAN PHOTO - taken from http://seacoastonline.com

Merrimack Diner Closes Its Doors

This is a bummer. The diner where presidential candidates always stopped in Manchester, NH has closed. Famous for its gritty down-to-earth setting where White House hopefuls could chat one-on-one with the locals, the diner is no longer serving up eggs and bacon with a side of politics.

It's a shame, because I had a chance to eat there in March, but didn't head in.

The Night of the Living Diner

I'd say that pretty much anyone who is familiar with popular culture as seen the Edward Hopper painting Nighthawks. You may not know it by name, but the glassed-in corner diner seems to be universally recognized the classic nighttime diner scene.

While its location is never indicated in the painting, I'm always reminded of Chicago (even though Hopper was inspired by a long since demolished diner in Greenwich Village in New York). I find myself reminded of movies that contain similar diner-inspired scenes - movies that were set in Chicago - and they always bring me back to Hopper's painting, which is elegant in its straight lines and starkly contrasting light & dark colors. Movies like The Sting or Dick Tracy.

It's funny - Hopper's work speaks of the loneliness and solitude that city life brings to the millions of denizens that happen to live and work near each other. Late at night, across the counter from each other, even though they're sharing a meal, these people are alone. And to me, this is the absolute antithesis of my own diner experiences. I love to go with people, to share a meal, to swap stories, and to just live. Even if I happen to be alone on a stool at the counter, it's fun chatting with the cook or the waitress, to get a sense as to what makes them tick and what they see on an average day.

A friend recently sent me a Chicago Tribune article called Diners with a side of noir, in which the author seeks to recreate the perfect Hopperesque scene late at night in Chicago diners. There's a video that accompanies the article, so it's worth the click. It also mentions a Hopper retrospective that's going on at the Art Institute of Chicago, where Nighthawks permanently resides.

If you can't get there, maybe you can just enjoy the blue plate special at your favorite diner and this little visual homage:

Super Bowl Rivalry Means Food Fights Galore

As you may know, the New England Patriots are heading to Super Bowl XLII in Phoenix against the New York Giants. While we get our fill with the boys of summer, t's not often that we get to see the Boston - New York rivalry played out in the winter months.

And as you know, with every Super Bowl comes the Super Bowl party. Some folks go all-out, partying and eating all day long. Others are happy to just plunk down in an armchair for the game, with some munchies by their side. Whatever your style, there's a stark difference between Boston and New York cuisine.

In fact, today's Boston Globe had a pair of articles that waged a food fight between the rival cities. On the Boston side, we've got Sheryl Julian, who blogs at Dishing, claiming Our roast beef and claims rule. And on the Gotham site, it's Ed Levine of Serious Eats and Ed Levine Eats (how original!) who boldly states: You can't beat our pizza.

Julian waxes poetic about the seashore and the farmland of New England, and how we hearty souls have made ample use of both in our cuisine. She says the lobsters and oysters found off our shores are second to none, and then she gets going on our ice cream. Worth a nod here are her words about a favorite of mine:

Fried clams deserve a moment of glory. These are uniquely ours - round clam bellies that are crisp and golden, sprinkled with salt, heaped in a box, and consumed leaning against the car in a hot, crummy parking lot filled with gas fumes. Drive to Woodman's in Essex or the Clam Box in Ipswich and torture yourself with the lines; or go to Essex Seafood or J.T. Farnham's, both in Essex; or discover your own dive.

Mmm-mmm! Makes me want to clam on over and pay Harry's a visit.

Let's head south for the other view.

Levine starts his column unabashed and in your face, just like a New Yorker: "I am in love with New York food." Nothing wrong with that. He talks about why New York is home to some of the greatest food, with a set of very convincing facts: immigrants, chefs and artisans descended upon the city in droves and brought a variety of recipes, customs and flavors of their own.

Undoubtedly, New York is king of pizza, having started with Lombardi's Pizza over 100 years ago. The farther away you move from New York, the more it seems the population craves New York-style pizza. And Levine goes on to say that we have the Eastern European immigrants to thank for "the holy trinity of pastrami, bagels and smoked fish." He finishes by talking about the mind-boggling and mouth watering array of sandwiches that can be found on nearly every corner.

Levine ends with a quote that's worthy of both cities:

[The] foodscape is much like the residents of this town and the city itself: full of heart, soul, character, passion, and generosity of spirit. And that will be true no matter who wins the Super Bowl.

Hear, hear. Now let's get out there and eat!

The Boulevard Diner

Sometimes you just need friends to kick your butt to make something happen. That's exactly how I found myself in the Boulevard Diner in Worcester, MA today. As you know, it's been a while since I've posted anything here (but the dining experiences have continued unabated), so this was the inspiration I needed.

At the prompting of Joe Cascio, aka joec0914 on Twitter, we blocked out today for a true diner experience. I had gotten to know Joe through PodCamp Boston last year - and there's another diner post waiting to be made with respect to that weekend - and have been pleasantly surprised to discover mutual interests, including golf. Joe discovered this blog and it reminded him of some diner experiences of his own during his college days in Worcester. You can read his reminiscences and his take on our meal on his blog. And here's the video of our visit:

But one of the interesting things - at least to me - was an opportunity to visit a diner in the city that can be considered one of the most important with respect to diner history. Forgive me the brief history lesson here. Diners were first manufactured as replicas of railroad dining cars, originating in Providence, RI in the late 1800s. The term "Worcester diner car" comes from the Worcester Lunch Car Company, a manufacturing company that actually made the diner cars. The Boulevard is actually a Worcester (#730) from 1937 and it still has its original interior, including wood, tile, and stained glass windows. Joe's Flickr set actually does a great job of capturing this.

On the menu for us today:

• Joe revisited his college experiences with an Italian sausage sandwich with a side of chocolate milk. To say the bread was fresh was an understatement.
  
• C.C. went with the old warhorse, the one dish that is the universally-accepted diner fare: meatloaf, mashed potatoes & gravy. Veggies included carrots & green beans.
• I decided to sample their steak & cheese - probably because it's the last thing I remember posting about here, lol.

Without a doubt, this was a true diner experience. If you're ever in Worcester, make the Boulevard one of your stops.

The Boulevard Diner
155 Shrewsbury St
Worcester, MA 01604
(508) 791-4535
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