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5Aug/080

That may be the first time I’ve been chased out of a bar.

I like to drink.  Not in the Augusten Burroughs kind of way, but rather in that I like to go to the bar, have a couple drinks and strike up conversation with strangers.  This kind of behavior used to be perfectly acceptable in older times but has sadly fallen off here in our wondrous modern times... but I digress.  The other evening I was at the bar after an enjoyable date when this woman came up to me and said, "Hey Vic, remember me?"

And indeed I did, for about 3 weeks earlier an older woman had sat down next to me at the bar and noticed that I was reading a magazine she was interested in... Dwell, I think it was.  At any rate, we get to talking, and the booze gets to kicking in, and I can be a fucking *charmer* when I've had a few in me.  Doesn't matter who I'm talking to, I just love the attention.  What can I say?

Anyway, she keeps telling Steve The Bartender "oh, just one more" over and over again, to the tune of about 5 extra drinks.  I keep steady on my Manhattans with Old Overholt and eventually it comes out that this woman is a lesbian.  I had an inkling about such a thing, but you never know - some women are just mannish.  At any rate, shortly after confessing her lesbianism, she tells me that she's not totally lesbian - hell, she even had a kid!  (now grown, etc.)

At this point alarm bells are going off and my lizard brain is telling me "DANGER, DANGER, OLD LESBIAN WANTS TO SLEEP WITH YOU," but eh, fuck it.  I order another drink and continue talking.  Well I'll be damned if this chick doesn't proposition me within 3 minutes of her lesbian confession.  The lizard brain finally kicks into gear and I drag out the old standby: "whoa, it's getting late, better get home, I've got a lot to do tomorrow, yadda yadda."  Old Not-Lesbian is really drunk by this point and, of course, asks if I would like a ride home.  "No thanks, I rode my bike to the bar" came my reply.  (True story, not a lie, but I could have walked home either way.)    She retorts with "well, can you walk me to my car?"  ARGH!  Being a gentleman!  My only weakness.  So I take her to her car and she drunkenly assaults me with her mouth and tongue - PLARF.  I gently but forcefully put her in the car and head to my house.  All done.

Or so I thought.

Flash forward to Thursday and boom - there she is.  Playing the same schtick, the same lines, except for an excuse about how she "normally doesn't drink that much" and "didn't have anything to eat that night" and oh, did I mention the new, super-butch haircut?  Urf.  I decide to see if she'll be cooler and less weird this time around.  She proceeds to spill my drink all over me and then shatter the glass on the floor in the cleanup process.  At this time I decide it's about time to cut my losses and leave, just as she heads to the bathroom.  I close my tab, slink out of the bar and sure as shit, here comes Not-Really-Lesbian, fucking running after me, plying me with food, drinks, whatever to get me to stay.

Fuck a bunch of that - I beat feet back home, much the wiser and more wary of my local establishments.  Man, I hope I don't have to switch regular bars.

16Jul/080

Crackers’ summer 2008 menu first taste

Last night after the gym I decided to forgo cooking dinner and instead rode past my house and up the street a few blocks to Crackers to check out their summer menu.  For those of you that don't know, Crackers is a tapas bar and updates their menu with the changing of the seasons while also splitting their menu into "hot" and "cold" sections.  The "cold" section looked to be mostly unchanged, with the usual assortment of salads, hummus and pita, edamame, and the like. 

One thing that did catch my eye was their gazpacho offering.  Rather than a creamy consistency, the chefs went for a chunkier style with bits of cooked cornmeal and leaves of fresh basil that gave the soup a nice three-part contrast in mouthfeel.  The temperature was perfect for a post-workout starter - chilled, but not so cold as to make my teeth hurt or the bowl sweat.

On the hot side of things there were numerous changes and additions, but I was in the mood for something a bit more on the "comfort food" side of things and so ordered the "fondue" and bread.  Crackers rotates a few of their concoctions daily, to include butter, "fondue" and, new for summer, catsup nee ketchup.  The fondue - actually just hot/warm cheese that you dip your sliced and toasted bread it - was a goat cheese, chardonnay and blackberry mix that was tart with a hint of a sweet finish.

The beer that accompanied both of these dishes was Nectar Brews' Red Nectar offering.  This beer replaced Dogfish Head's 60 Minute IPA in Crackers' draught lineup and is a worthy successor to the Delaware brewery's flagship beer, giving a bit less intense flavor but still maintaining the refreshing qualities that make the 60 Minute a favorite.

1Jun/080

Crackers: Wasabi Ahoy!

I ordered the Shrimp, Oyster and Mushroom Salad with Toasted Peanuts and Bacon with a Wasabi Mustard Sauce, but I really couldn't  taste much  other than the wasabi.  After scraping off most of the sauce, I was rewarded with more of a salad taste, but not much else.  It seemed that the components of the salad were more to showcase the wasabi mustard sauce, who in turn had little to do other than showcase the wasabi.    Also, where were the oysters?  I found the shrimp, which tasted fresh and had been grilled pretty nicely - the fresh mushrooms were laid out in a nice pattern on the plate - but after poking around the salad for a couple minutes, I could not find any oysters.  Maybe the kitchen was just busy.  I think that the oysters would have been the ingredient that would balance or at least absorb the sharp notes of the wasabi mustard sauce, but who knows.

Crackers does tapas pretty well and I admire their willingness to experiment with new dishes, but this one just didn't seem to have much going for it other than an interesting combination of ingredients.   Perhaps it would have been a bit more interesting had my palate not been overwhelmed, but in general the different parts of the salad never seemed to make a cohesive whole and ended up being a nicely arranged assortment of ingredients.  Be it planning or execution, chalk it up to a lesson learned.