Showing posts with label hushpuppies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hushpuppies. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Ruby Tuesday - Out in San Francisco with Poetic Shutterbug - May 3, 2011

Joanne Olivieri, aka Poetic Shutterbug, has been a friend long before our blogging
days began.  We try to get together once a month, when we can fit it into our busy
schedules.  Our rendevous usually include food, drink, photography, music or
everything on the list!

Last week, I read about a San Francisco Creole - soul food restaurant opened by
New Orleans native, Brenda Buenviaje.  I emailed Jo and she suggested we have lunch
there today.  We arrived at Brenda's to find a line ahead of  us so we added our name
to th chalk board and sat down to wait. 

The restaurant is tiny with tables very close together, against a wall, on each side,
with a center aisle.  The noise level makes conversation almost impossible. 
If you are like Jo and me, ordering multiple items to taste, there is barely any
room to accomodate all the dishes.






The coffee served I remember well from my nursing school days at Charity and my six
years of living there - Community  coffee with chicory!  The display fit in well with our
Ruby Tuesday theme!



I thought the service was VERY poor.  People sitting next to us finished, another
couple was seated, and their order was served at least ten minutes before our first
dishes arrived at the table.  Also, we requested water which did not arrive for five
minutes.



I was rather disappointed to learn that, in spite of  the Steen's Pure Cane Syrup can on
each table, there was none of my favorite Southern syrup available - so I didn't order
pancakes or biscuits. 




Jo did opt for the pancakes but they arrived "blackened" - I've heared of other blackened
dishes but pancakes?  She said they were still good in spite of the charred taste!



My side order of andouille sausage was over cooked.  It was more like andouille jerky!




The cheddar grits were as good as I've ever eaten - better than my mother used to make!



The hushpuppies were fabulous - soft, light, spicy, with onions and corn - I might have
added jalapenos if I'd been cooking but I've never had better.  The remoulade sauce was
a nice accompaniement.  As for the fried chicken thigh, I didn't find it anything special.
I'm a Georgia girl, who went t school in New Orleans.  I've had much better.



These are the shirts worn by the wait staff.  I'm not sure they eat responsibly.





The gumbo was outstanding!  I haven't had better, even in Bayou country.  It was spicy,
full of andouille and I'd go back for more!



The red beans and rice was also very good - not better than mine but almost as good!



Here's a happy Jo, now that  she is no longer hungry!  We were sad that they didn't have
a bar, though!  No Ramos Fizz or Sazerac cocktail.  What kind of New Orleans place
is this?



Eating a hushpuppy in my Ruby Tuesday garb!

So, we leave downtown San Francisco, saying we are stuffed and can't eat another
bite and, as we head down Geary toward the Ocean, Jo looks at me and says, "Why
don't we go to the Cliff House and have a drink?" 

"Okay,"  I say, delightedly!  After all, it's a gorgeous day and we didn't have wine with
lunch and, maybe, just maybe, we'll digest a bit of food in fifteen minutes! 

Of course, there was no parking at the Cliff House so we drove a little further down the
beach and decided to stop, instead, at the Park Chalet.  Perfect, handicapped parking,
ground level, lovely spot.  Interesting cocktail menu.  I chose a "Beach Basil Ginger"
made from St. Germain liquer, Grey Goose vodka, basil leaves, ginger syrup, and
lime juice.  It was so delicious!



Jo opted for a Pacific Punch which was made with Parrot Bay rum, orange & pineapple
juice, grenadine, Myers’s dark rum.  It was really very tasty, too!  Please note, it is
perfect for Ruby Tuesday.








The Park Chalet is all glass and open, with views of Golden Gate Park and the Windmill.
They have an incredible bar menu with a huge selection of liquors.




There are murals, commemerating California history in the lobby between the Park
and Beach Chalet.






Finally, since we hadn't eaten dessert at Brenda's, we decided we couldn't call it a
day without a few more calories.  Heeding my son Jeremy's pleas to watch my weight,
Jo and I opted to split a hot fudge brownie sundae.  Oh, my gosh, we will never do
that again.  From now on, we each have our own!















This is the main dining room at the Park Chalet. 



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Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Catfish and Hushpuppies and the Best Massage Ever!

Usually, when I'm visiting my mother in Columbus, GA, a meal at Ezell's Catfish Cabin is a must.  You can get "all you can eat" whole catfish, fried in cornmeal batter, with unlimited cole slaw and hushpuppies for under ten dollars.  I think their hushpuppies are the best I've ever eaten - full of onions, corn and jalapeno peppers.  For those of you who aren't sure what hushpuppies are, they are a Southern dish, made of cornmeal, flour, eggs, salt, baking soda, milk, and water, and can include whole kernel corn, onion, spring onion, and peppers.  The batter is crisply fried in hot oil.

Different stories have arisen as to how the name came about but they all have to do with bits of the fried batter being tossed to the dogs to quiet them, hence, "hush, puppies."

I was so disappointed at Ezell's this time because they were not serving the whole catfish due to the excessive heat the past few days.  They said the catfish were not up to quality because of that.  I was content, however to eat shrimp, a whole plate of hushpuppies and their great cole slaw.


These were once swimming in a lake, river or stream somewhere in the South!


Ezell's is your down home type of setting - no fancy linens or candelabra here!





Yummy high calorie, high fat hushpuppies!

 
Cheese grits ( or Georgia ice cream! ) and catfish fillet 

I was supposed to leave tomorrow to return home to San Francisco, after ten days with my mother here in Georgia.  Last night, though, she begged me to stay longer.  We still have so many things we did not accomplish, the most important of which is getting her to a doctor.  I finally decided to change my flight and to stay another week.  I figured the one hundred dollar change fee will be less expensive than trying to fly back next month, which I really cannot afford to do.  I need to get back and try to find work but I kept thinking about all my mother has done for me in my life and that made the decision easier.  So I will be here until November 11th.


Today, I decided to go and get a massage.  Jennifer Stanton Clifton, the daughter of my friends, 
Luther and Beth Stanton is a licensed massage therapist.  She was booked up at her normal place of business but she was nice enough to let me come to her home today.  I hadn't had a massage since before the news of my impending job loss in February.  I have both spinal and cervical stenosis and I've suffered from chronic back pain for over 20 years, since I had extensive back surgery after a fall in the operating room where I worked.  Hydraulic fluid had
leaked from one of our surgical tables and I slipped on it when I went running out of the room to get blood for the case.  


At any rate, Jennifer did some deep tissue work on me - definitely a bit grueling at times - to work out all the knots - but it was the best massage I've ever had.  I am a bit sore tonight but I can move better than I have in months.  I will definitely go back for another massage before I leave Columbus!  My problem is, how am I going to manage monthly sessions with her when I live 2500 miles away.  Jennifer was telling me that Bob Hope once said that the secret to his longevity was that he got a massage every day of his life.  If I had his wealth, I would definitely indulge myself!  I am also regretful that, in all the years I've been visiting, I never had Jennifer give me a massage before!  All that time wasted!  


Next time, pehaps, I'll see her at the Joseph House, in the historic district of Columbus, which houses an art gallery, showcasing the work of Southern artists and also offers massage therapy to clients.  I stopped there today to see the art work on display - lovely pieces in all types of medium, some very reasonably priced.

 
 The Joseph House