Cafe Benelux- Milwaukee

Any place that has a beer book is alright by me.  My parents and I ended up at Cafe Benelux for dinner after a suggestion from some coworkers.  To drink I ordered a Bier Pallettes with 4 taster sized beers, all which were great.  As an appetizer we decided on Pork Belly Sliders (my father wanted tater tots, I over-ruled).  Served on pretzel bread with a cilantro sesame slaw and a sambal aioli they were delicious, the best part of the meal according to my father.   He eventually chose the bier battered walleye, which he said wasn’t that great, he wished the fish had been flakier.  My mother went with the kulminator, a grilled cheese with 4 cheeses, bacon, and tomatoes on 9-grain bread.  Following the waitress' advice she got the farmhouse tomato soup.  Both were great, the soup having a perfect hint of basil in it.  I fell for the basque mussels, steamed with tomatoes, chorizo, chilies and scallions.  They were fantastic, actually fan-freaking-tastic.  I used the bread to soak up the leftover jus, then I used some frites after that was gone, it was worth it.  Overall good atmosphere, good beer, really good food.

 

Gyro Palace- Milwaukee

If you have read any of my previous blogs you know the following things: I love local, I think the best way to experience a new city is through their food, and I don’t judge a book (or in my case a restaurant) by the cover.  My first venture out into the Milwaukee epicurean realm was Gyro Palace.  Yes I am fully aware that this will now make my fourth blog about gyros, but as I explained before I freaking love these things.  I also know what you are probably thinking.  “But HC, gyros are not quintessential ‘Milwaukee fare’ and they don’t originate in Wisconsin.”  Yup, I know.  But that’s what my stomach wanted, and I don’t argue with it, no point, it doesn’t listen at all.  This is not the best looking restaurant, tucked away in a little strip mall on the south side.  The inside just has a walk-up counter and some booths, nothing special and not all together too inviting.  I honestly didn’t mind, I was grabbing to-go on my way to work anyways.  So I ordered a gyro and took it to the arena.  Opening it at my desk I was so excited.  This was the most meat I had ever seen on a gyro, ever.  It was tasty, the tzatziki meeting all of my qualifications; creamy with just the right amount of cucumber mixed in.  There was so much to this “sandwich” that I left half of it for dinner.  Overall not a bad experience, not the best gyro I’ve tasted, but definitely the most filling.  Next time I will go some where a little more archetypical Wisconsin.

Hiatus Comes to a Halt

It’s been a long time since I’ve taken the time to write.  Work has transferred me to Purdue University, so I no longer live in Louisville.  My heart still and will always belong to the Ville.  However, I love being at Purdue, my alma mater is always a great place to be.  Writing for me has always been a way to get my energy out.  I’m able to leave my thoughts, frustrations, feelings, and opinions on the page.  Today I realized that I miss writing this little blog and trying new food.  Sometimes people get caught up with the everyday life and forget that the things which make you happy should be brought to the forefront.  So with that epiphany I will be resuming my blog.  After being transferred to Purdue, I am now supporting in Milwaukee.  No longer will I be visiting Louisville eateries, it’s the land of beer and cheese for me.  Stay tuned, stick around, suggest somewhere if you would like and as always thanks for reading.

Artists Colony Inn- Nashville, Indiana

Never have I seen a restaurant so mismanaged as the Artists Colony Inn.  I don’t mind waiting for a table, that isn’t a big deal to me, but when the reason I am waiting for a table is because of the way management has staffed, set up the dining room, and executed I tend to be a bit irritated.  Honestly I should have known we were in for a bad experience when an older couple was telling the manager how disappointing their experience was and he seemed not to care at all.  After we were sat it took the waiter a minute to come over, when he finally brought beverages he managed to spill water all over the place.  At first I thought it was our waiter who wasn’t that great, then we began to slowly realize that wasn’t it at all.  His section was huge, literally reaching from one wall to another and outside.  He probably had at least 9 tables, and was not only taking orders, delivering orders but also busing as well.  Looking around we noticed that it wasn’t just him; all of the staff was stretching super thin.  How could the manager not have looked at the weather report, known that we were going to get a break in the crazy heat, and seen the possibility that they were going to get slammed?  The disappointing part of the whole thing was that the food actually wasn’t too bad with the exception of my salad which I sent back because it tasted dirty.  During the entire time we were there the manager never once did a table visit.  He was too busy running in and out of the kitchen, busing tables, and generally looking displeased at his staff.  Excuse me sir, but your lack of planning is no fault of the people who are busting their hump to try and work.  Also, I might recommend that you get a couple 2-tops since most of your dinning room was being wasted by two people sitting at tables designed for four, sometimes six, people.  The kitchen was slow, neither the soup and grilled cheese, or the pot pie that we ordered should have taken long at all.  It is a shame when a waiter has to deal with a rough kitchen and a worthless manager.  And it wasn’t just our table that struggled.  We watched an elderly couple be almost completely ignored, wait about 45 minutes for some soup and have it immediately followed up by their entrée only to then again be left to the point that the man eventually got up, tracked down his waitress and handed her his card.  I honestly would not return to this restaurant if it was the only one open in town.

Sun Spot Cafe

I am making this city mine.  Seriously I have walked all over the place.  That translates to me getting hungry.  So the other day in between hitting up the Botanical Gardens, Smithsonian American Indian Museum and Smithsonian Natural History Museum (all located on my Smithsonian App) I became a bit famished.  I picked a direction, walked a few blocks and then flipped on my Urbanspoon App to see what was nearest to me.  I ended up at the Sun Spot Cafe; a small, convenient storesque, deli like restaurant.  Grabbing a Dr. Pepper I ordered a gyro and a Greek salad and sat down for a minute.  My food was ready pretty quick.  The salad was just ehh, I’ve had better.  The gyro was more a wrap then a traditional gyro, the pita being some sort of pita-tortilla hybrid.  The meat was fairly good but the lettuce tended to mask the taste of the sauce.  On a scale from 1 to the best gyro I’ve ever tasted I give this a C (yes I just made a scale based on numbers, experiences and letters, deal with it!).

Ebenezers

I have been sitting in Ebenezers Coffeehouse for a good 3 hours now.  Usually, as you can tell, I am not at a loss for words, but for some reason writing a “Statement of Purpose” for acceptance into grad school is blocking my brain waves.  The words even seem daunting, Statement of Purpose, what is that?  Of course I have a purpose, but now you want me to put it into words?  Crap.  Anyways I digress.  Ebenezers is located on the corner of F and 2 St NE with both downstairs and street level seating.  It is a cute brick building with inviting decorations, coffee, non-coffee drinks, and food to snack on.  My iced vanilla chai was good, just the way a chai should be, nothing life altering, but just simply good.  Eventually I got hungry so I ordered an Italian Cold Cut Wrap.  The tortilla used for the wrap was brilliant.  The wrap in general was one of the better ones I have had.  Overall I really enjoy Ebenezers, I’m sure if I lived here this would become a normal hang out for me.  Now enough of the distractions, back to writing my STATEMENT OF PURPOSE.

Brunch at Montmartre

There is no better way to start a lazy weekend day then waiting until about 11 to be productive.  Brunch baby!  I love breakfast, I just really hate getting up for it, and therefore you can understand why I love brunch.  It’s like I am cheating on breakfast with lunch, but it’s masquerading as breakfast.  We headed to Washington DC’s Eastern Market for just such a thing on Saturday.  Under the constructional eves of scaffolding sits Montmartre.  As you step in it’s as if you are silently transported into the kitchen of a chic house in the French countryside.  Large wooden tables are scattered through out the dinning room with an open kitchen peering at you from the corner.  We quickly got a table for three and sat down to a round of bloody marys (a staple for my brunch as I am allergic to oranges).  Brunch is served on the weekends here from 10:30-3, a perfect time frame if you ask me.  The three of us ordered Eggs Benedict, two with smoked salmon, mine with prosciutto.  It was creamy, rich, and perfectly textured.  I would personally thank both the inventors of Eggs Benedict and Hollandaise sauce, but oddly enough there are debates on both fronts, so I will just take this moment to thank the chicken, for without her there would be no egg to make either.  Montmartre was a great way to start my week in DC.