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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Pittsburgh Taco Truck & Round Corner Cantina.

September 21, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

Last week, I was on a taco-eating frenzy. No rhyme or reason, I just happened to eat tacos… two days in a row. (Actually, it was probably in celebration of the rumored taco emoji that will soon be gracing iPhones everywhere. ‘Bout time.)

On Wednesday, Molly (Susan) and I hopped on down to Gus’s Cafe, a bar on Butler that has recently paired up with PGH Taco Truck to serve the infamous tacos from their kitchen! I ordered two: Slow Roasted Pork Carnitas with Cotija Cheese, Lime-Pickled Onions and Cilantro, and Korean Flank Steak with Kimchi Salsa and Toasted Sesame Seeds. Can we taco bout those flavor combinations though?! Seriously.

Molly went with two classics: Ground Beef and Chicken, both made with Cheddar Jack cheese, salsa and sour cream. Messy, drippy goodness. And then we both went with a bottle of wine. Because duh.

Fast forward 24 hours, and Zach and I are sitting at Round Corner Cantina, sipping on sweet sangria and devouring their amazing chips and guacamole. It had been a long day – a day that required a drink when it was done – and we knew Friday would also be madness. Fun, fast and fashionable madness. So, we decided that tacos were completely necessary. Obviously.

I’ll admit, I was disappointed. My favorite tacos at Round Corner were no longer on the menu. Since they reopened last month, gone are the days of the lip-smacking, mouth-watering, ooey-gooey-cheesy shrimp tacos. Instead, it’s namesake is now a tempura mahi mahi taco with cabbage, pickled onions, queso fresco and cilantro. It’s light and fresh and perfectly acidic. I’ll admit, it was delicious. But you know me — I’ve never been one to deal well with change. Zach got the chorizo tacos, which came served with radishes, queso fresco and cilantro. Also delicious. But let’s be honest, the real hero of the night was that sangria, and the lonely girl with no diploma.

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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Mezzo & Il Tetto.

September 11, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

Last night was one of those nights. You know the type: the kind of night when everything makes you smile from ear to ear. Pittsburgh was lookin’ mighty fine — the air was cool and crisp, there was a palpable energy pulsing through the city (the kind of energy you can only feel in a sports city with two teams playing at the same time), and Batman’s presence was projected across the sky, loud and clear. I woke up this morning and my stomach hurt. Not from what I ate or what I drank, but because I laughed for hours and hours on end. It was just one of those nights.

So, thanks to technology and small towns, I ended up at Sienna Mercado with Rob (sans purple sweatshirt), someone I knew from my long-gone days of high school. Sienna Mercado is a three-story eatery with a unique dining option on each floor. The first floor, Emporio, is a meatball joint; the second floor, Mezzo, offers Italian cuisine; and the third floor, Il Tetto, is an open-air (in the summer) rooftop bar.

We arrived an hour before our reservation and took the elevator up to Il Tetto for a drink. We talked and talked and talked until we walked to the second floor restaurant, Mezzo, where we talked and talked some more. And then our food came, and we were completely silent. My pork risotto (braised pork, peas, onion, pancetta, parmesan) was salty and cheesy and creamy and mind-numbingly delicious. Rob’s steak (done rare — the only way to eat a steak) came doused in an oniony, garlicky, to-die-for demi-glace with caramelized onion, charred radicchio and arugula. He compiled the perfect little bite, with just a bit of everything, and watched my eyes widen as the flavors danced across my tongue. I’ve eaten a lot of Italian food, but never anything like this.

Until next time, Mezzo. Until next time.

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Cantaloupe and Sweet Ricotta Pizza.

September 6, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

Labor Day weekend. The inevitable three-day end to summer. It’s a sad adieu to the warm, long days of sunshine and BBQs and happiness, but on the other hand, it’s a welcome entrance to the cool, crisp days of fall, where the evenings are filled with ciders and sweaters and pumpkin-carving and the darkened colors of leaves on the ground. I’m not sure I could really choose which I love more: summer or fall.

Regardless, Labor Day weekend is the last hoorah, a weekend to celebrate the working citizens of America with a day off. Which means picnics. And usually, lots of them. (Unless you’re me this year, who has next to zero plans to leave the house until Tuesday morning when I have to go back to work. Hey, I’ve had an exhausting week. Six flights in five days? Are you kidding?) So, in celebration of Labor Day — even though I’m not even leaving my living room — I decided to make a perfect picnic pizza.

The first time I tasted a pizza made with cantaloupe was a few years ago in DC, when I was out to brunch at this amazing restaurant (whose name I can’t remember). I took my first bite and followed it up with a sip of mimosa, and I looked across the table at John. We immediately agreed that this was a pizza we needed to recreate at home. So, every few months or so since that day, we’ll be in the kitchen, cooking something that isn’t cantaloupe pizza, and we’ll swear that it’s on our list. We promise – we absolutely will make that pizza. Eventually.

Yesterday morning, I woke up slowly. I made some coffee and hunkered down in the quietness of my empty house. John and his girlfriend are vacationing in Mexico and my other roommates were gone for the day. So I had the house to myself. I love my roommates, I really do, but there is something magical about having the house to myself and being able to do whatever I’d like to do without having to speak to a single soul. (And also, I can walk around without pants on. Win!) So, yesterday morning, coffee in hand, I decided it was finally time. I was going to attempt my hand at making Cantaloupe and Sweet Ricotta Pizza.

Ingredients: Pizza dough (I made mine from scratch, but feel free to use whatever kind you’d like!) / 1 c. ricotta cheese / 2 tablespoons thick, raw honey (Mine came homegrown from a small family garden in the Lower 9th Ward!) / Sliced cantaloupe / Arugula / Salt / Optional: Prosciutto and pine nuts

Directions: Spread the pizza dough across a lightly greased sheet. / Combine the honey, ricotta cheese and pinch of salt. / Top the dough with the honey and cheese mixture. / Add arugula and cantaloupe to taste. (And prosciutto and pine nuts if you’d like!) / Bake at 450˚F for 12-15 minutes, or until the crust has cooked through. / Enjoy… with a Labor Day mimosa!

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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: New Orleans Edition.

September 5, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail Hunt1 Comment

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to travel to New Orleans to remember the 10th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. A few months ago, AEO sponsored a denim drive in each of our stores to collect used jeans, which we would eventually turn into insulation to be used in conjunction with the Make It Right Foundation in the houses they are building in the Lower 9th Ward.

So, last Friday morning, my friend Cheryl and I boarded our plane and jet-setted our way to NOLA. Being that we were the first of the team to arrive, our first order of business was to find somewhere to eat lunch. It was my mission to eat true Nawlins cuisine… and as much of it as humanly possible.

We wandered down Bourbon Street in the French Quarter and ended up at Desire Oyster Bar, a stunning restaurant with a tin ceiling, black and white checkered floors, oversized windows and antique mirrors. It was gorgeous. We ordered Crispy Fried Alligator with Louisiana Pepper Jelly as an appetizer. Pepper jelly is a southern staple, made with peppers (obviously), vinegars, sugar and liquid crab boil. And, in my opinion, it was the highlight of the appetizer. It was lovely and bright and delightfully tangy. I thought about just eating it with a spoon.

Then, we both ordered Catfish Po’Boys, successfully filling our fried food quota for the day. (But the side of greens has to count for something, right?) The catfish was light and gummy and the bread was sour and warm and flaky, and everything I’ve ever wanted in a Po’Boy. We left happy, considering our first Big Easy meal a raging success.

The next night, we dined at NOLA, Emeril Lagasse’s French Quarter eatery that fuses traditional Creole, Acadian and Southern cuisine with global influences. The three-story restaurant featured a wood-fired brick oven, an open kitchen and a stunning collection of wine. I ordered a Fleur-de-Lis cocktail (orange vodka, St. Germain, chambord, chardonnay, lemon juice and ginger ale topped with a lemon wedge), and Shrimp & Grits for dinner. Oh my lawd. The sautéed shrimp sat on top a bed of smoked cheddar grits, with grilled green onions, applewood smoked bacon, crimini mushrooms and doused with a lemon butter sauce. I don’t think a single word escaped through my lips while this plate was in front of me. Each bite was creamy and tangy, and it was everything it should have been when you’re eating Shrimp and Grits in the south.

On Sunday morning, Cheryl and I dragged ourselves out of bed bright and early, so we could hit up the infamous Cafe Du Monde for beignets and a morning cup of joe. The line was long, the sun was strong, but the hype was all worth it. The coffee — chicory and iced — was the perfect pick-me-up and the beignet was like a bite-size funnel cake.

After a few hours of meandering through the French Quarter, shopping for trinkets and art and exploring the sights, we asked a few locals for one last restaurant recommendation. Before we knew it, we ended up at Oceana Grill for our final meal of the trip. We started with an appetizer of Oyster Rockefeller, which Cheryl hated and I loved. Stuffed with spinach, bacon and parmesan cheese, there was nothing to hate about them. Nothing at all. Then my Cajun Jambalaya Pasta arrived, and every spicy, alligator sausage and shrimp filled bite was better than the last.

After a short and sweet, fun and food-filled weekend in New Orleans, Cheryl and I started our walk back to the hotel. We were surrounded by the stunning of architecture of the French Quarter when Cheryl said, “New Orleans is visually delicious.” I looked around, and couldn’t help but agree. It’s visually delicious… and also just the regular kind of delicious, too.

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Mere’s Whole30 Shrimp Zucchini Pasta.

August 5, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

I met Meredith when I was in 7th grade. I was the new kid in town, experiencing public school for the first time. Fast forward 13 years (through high school, college, the beginning of adulthood, and all of the wild adventures in between), and here we are. She’s the kind of friend that I see only a few times a year, but it’s so easy to pick up right where we left off. She’s a fiercely talented woman, and she’s loyal to her core. She’s a bright ray of sunshine on any gloomy day, and I’m so thankful to know her. (Fun fact: She once took to her own blog to celebrate 30 of her friends in 30 days. I was fortunate enough to be one of them, and I reread the words she wrote every time I need a reminder of who it is that I am and want to be.)

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For the past few weeks, I’ve been following Meredith’s Whole30 journey on Instagram. The Whole30 program is essentially a short-term nutritional reset, designed to help you put an end to unhealthy cravings and habits, restore a healthy metabolism, heal your digestive tract, and balance your immune system by removing sugar, alcohol, grains, most legumes, carrageenan, MSG or sulfites from your diet for 30 days. From the research I’ve done this morning, the concept seems like less of a fad diet and more about healthy living (and eating). So yesterday evening when I saw Mere’s photo of her Whole30 dinner, I asked if she’d write about it. Thankfully – because she totally rocks – she agreed.

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Follow her food-filled Whole30 journey on Instagram @MeredithJanel or #MeresWhole365!

Hey y’all! Meredith here. I’m just a good-time-seeking, adventure-loving foodie, who began this “eat good and good-for-me food” thing a few months ago. That also means I haven’t had wine in over two months, so please forgive me if I seem crankier or more cynical than usual. Wine is my love language, after all.

I live in a small town north of Pittsburgh, and my job doesn’t create much room for consistency. In fact, it creates the opposite of consistency. That’s where Whole30 came in! My first year in role was one of the most chaotic years of my life. I had like 3 friends in town (and one of them was french fries), and trying to get a grasp on paying every institution in the country back for my Bachelors/Masters programs created a less than ideal situation for self care. I finally decided that in a job that I have so little control over, what I cook and what I eat could totally be in my control. It’s changed my life… and not in the same way yoga pants did.

Something important to know about me: Making food for my friends and family is one of my top five favorite things (right under drinking wine, and right above avoiding anything that requires hand-eye coordination). So as I began this take-control-of-my-health thing, taste was a must. A non-negotiable. I’m convinced the best way to get people to eat healthy is to have them try good, fresh, unprocessed foods, and the rest will fall into place.

That’s how this recipe came into play. It’s Shrimp Zucchini Pasta. Due to my unnatural love for Italian food (as I am German and Irish), creating something that even looked like pasta is a gigantic win for me!

Here’s what you’ll need:

10-12 shrimp
1 zucchini
2 tsp (4 cloves) chopped fresh garlic
2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
2 tbsp fresh basil, chopped
Optional: Artichoke hearts and mushrooms

Here’s what to do:

Get yourself a Zoodle or Veggetti. (I happen to have one of each, because my dear friends celebrate me by buying kitchen gadgets.)
Cook the shrimp over medium heat and set aside.
Use your Zoodle to create thin pasta strands from your zucchini.
Heat your EVOO in a large skillet. Add zucchini noodles, garlic, basil, and any optional, flavorful, Whole30-approved additions you’d like.
Cook for about 5-7 minutes, then add your shrimp back in. Toss well.
Let everything blend real nice.
That’s it! ENJOY!

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Seriously, it only takes about 20 minutes. The longest part of your dinner making will be telling your neighbors they can’t join you once they catch a whiff of its gloriousness (1. Because you wanted to binge watch Breaking Bad tonight; 2. Because you’re gonna eat it all).

With love and olive oil,
Mere J

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California Cafe’s Chinese Chicken Salad.

August 4, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

Before Carlisle was a cool town littered with foodie-esque restaurants, there was the California Café, a small French restaurant built inside of an old firehouse on Pomfret Street. It was where my mom took me for lunch on days she’d let me play hooky from school, and it’s where my very first boyfriend took me on our very first date. In all the years that I went there to eat, I always got one of two things: one of their decadent, perfectly crusted slices of quiche, or their exorbitantly flavorful Chinese Chicken Salad.

I was so sad the day that my mom told me they were permanently closing their doors in 2011. Would I really never be able to have their quiche or Chinese Chicken Salad again? I know it may seem strange, but it felt as though some of my most wonderful memories would disappear with the restaurant. That’s the thing when you love food: you so closely correlate them to memories and occasions and most importantly, people. You never have one without the other. Most of the time, it’s the best thing about food. But other times, it’s physically heart-wrenching. (As an example, I will spend the rest of my life trying to replicate my great-grandmother’s recipe for her Christmas cookie pressed cookies. If I ever get it right, it’ll be like she was right there with me in the kitchen all along.)

So, when my mom told me she had gotten her hands on the recipe for my favorite salad – the original recipe from the family who passed it along to the owners of the California Café – I felt a sense of relief, and a welcome excitement for all the things I knew it would remind me of.

I’ve had the recipe since May, but it wasn’t until today that I decided to tackle this dish in my own kitchen. Armed with a lengthy list of ingredients, both regular and slightly obscure, I hit the grocery store.

Ingredients: 1 Package Vermicelli / ½ Cup Shredded Cucumber / 1-2 Cups Cooked + Shredded Chicken / 1 Tablespoon Minced Scallions / Hot & Sour Dressing Ingredients: 4 Tablespoons Chunky Peanut Butter / 2 Tablespoons Soy Sauce / 4 Teaspoons Vinegar / 1 Tablespoon Hot Red Pepper Oil* / 1 Teaspoon Cayenne* / ½ Teaspoon Black Pepper / 1 Teaspoon Sugar / 1 Tablespoon Sesame Oil / 2 Teaspoon Peanut Oil / 1 Teaspoon Minced Fresh Ginger / 1 Tablespoon Minced Scallions / 1 Tablespoon White Wine or Vermouth / 1 Teaspoon Hot Mustard / 1-2 Cups Chicken Broth

*Using these suggested quantities will give you an extraaaaa spicy dish. Adjust according to your taste preference, or enjoy your dinner with a glass of milk to wash out the fire occurring on your taste buds. Can’t say I didn’t warn ya. (I learned the hard way.)

Directions: Cook the vermicelli according to the directions on the package. / Combine all ingredients necessary for the Hot & Sour Dressing, and cook over low heat. / Marinade the shredded chicken in some of the Hot & Sour Dressing for as long or as little as you’d like. / Layer the vermicelli, shredded cucumber and chicken onto your plate. / Top with Hot & Sour Dressing and minced scallions. / Serve warm or cold – California Café served it cold, I ate it warm – with a cool glass of Riesling. / Enjoy. And then call your mom to reminisce.

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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: The Vandal, Pt. 2.

August 2, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail Hunt1 Comment

A few months ago, I had the pleasure of joining a room full of Pittsburghers to sample the menu of The Vandal, a restaurant owned by Joey Hilty that was planned to open in Lawrenceville this summer. Well folks, it finally happened: Butler Street has been Vandalized. I received a text one day last week that said (something along the lines of), “The Vandal has soft open hours from 11-3 until next Wednesday when they open for real. You should go and be one of the first to write about.” So, I took the advice, and adjusted my Saturday plans accordingly.

I’ve always been a sucker for light and airy spaces, and as soon as I stepped inside, I smiled. A raw and exposed brick wall stood to my right, and a European style counter rose from the floor several feet in front of me. A sparse menu hung from the ceiling, and sleek, modern furniture peppered the floor. This place is cool. (Turns out, Emily Slagel, owner of the amazing Lawrenceville boutique Mid-Atlantic Mercantile, was the mind behind the design. You go, girl.)

I ordered the fried eggplant wrap, which was served on a bed of hummus with pickled radish, greens and skhug, a variety of Middle Eastern hot sauce. It was light and refreshing and wonderfully flavorful. D ordered the burger, which was made with marrow, greens, cheese, pickles and a tomato mayo. Joey was also kind enough to bring a side of the mac x cheese to our table. It was decadent and creamy, made with pecorino (my favorite) and parmesan, and topped with crispy breadcrumbs and maldon. It was like your favorite childhood comfort food on fancy steroids.

Check out The Vandal on Twitter and Instagram at @thevandalpgh, and for those of you in Pittsburgh, be sure to stop by 4306 Butler Street for lunch or dinner (it’s BYOB, btw) following their grand opening this Wednesday! Huge congrats to Joey and Emily — Lawrenceville thanks you.

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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Eleven.

July 27, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

For the past two years, Eleven Contemporary Kitchen has graced the list of Pittsburgh Magazine’s Best Restaurants, but it wasn’t until last week that I was able to finally cross it off of my list. And let me tell you: it was well worth the wait.

Located in the Strip District, Eleven is found inside a rehabilitated old warehouse, and nestled next to some of Pittsburgh’s oldest rail lines. The interior pays homage to this history with a strong industrial theme throughout the whole building. Even while we were seated, I found my gaze drifting towards the smallest stunning details — including the glass room where all of their wine is stored, nestled high above the diners. Swoon.

And the food. To die for. As an appetizer, we ordered the Sea Scallops, which were served over grits with grilled scallions, Surryano ham and topped with lemon juice. If memory serves me correctly, this entire plate was licked clean in the blink of an eye. I’ve never had grilled scallions before, but helloooooo, wonderful. The scallops were perfectly creamy, and the saltiness of the ham tied the whole dish together brilliantly.

(It was at this point in the evening that I had to step outside for a brief conference call with a few business partners from China/Hong Kong, which left me feeling simultaneously really badass, but also very sad that my dinner might be cold by the time I returned.) As I walked away from the table, I left strict instructions with D: “If our food comes before I get back, you HAVE to take a picture of your dinner before you eat it.” He nodded nonchalantly, probably thinking that I’m some sort of food-crazed nutcase. (If that is what he was thinking, he’s not wrong.)

D ordered the Grilled Swordfish, served with clams, mussels, calamari, pearl cous cous, roasted red peppers, roasted garlic and a slice of toasted baguette. It was a seafood lovers dream. Unfortunately, he devoured 90% of it while I was chattin’ with China, but fortunately, he hates calamari… More for me.

My dinner, in all its glory, was graciously waiting for me when I returned to the table: Seared Salmon on a bed of polenta with roasted cauliflower, radicchio, toasted focaccia, parmesan and a Sherry vinaigrette. The salmon was cooked to a perfect medium, and the crunchiness of the focaccia combined and the roasted cauliflower with the creamy polenta — stahhhp. This was quite possibly the best meal I’ve had in Pittsburgh in months. I paired my dinner with a 2013 French Pinot Noir, and I was the happiest and most well-fed clam in town.

Eleven – Hats off to you. You’ve earned your spot on that list, and you’ve earned it well.

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Baked Gnocchi With Basil, Prosciutto & Cream Sauce.

July 26, 2015August 13, 2017by Abigail Hunt1 Comment

Comfort foods come in all shape and sizes. A hearty beef stew or chili. Meatloaf or your grandma’s classic casserole. But last weekend, I had the good fortune of adding a new meal to the comfort food list: Baked Gnocchi with Basil, Prosciutto & Cream Sauce.

Ingredients: 3 pounds cooked gnocchi / 2 cups heavy cream / 4 tablespoons butter / Salt + white pepper / 1/4 cup chopped basil / 1/4 pound prosciutto / 1/2 Pecorino Romano cheese / (Other suggested additions: Spinach, peas, bacon, etc.)

Directions: Preheat oven to 350. / Warm cream and butter over medium heat until butter is melted. / Remove from heat, and add salt, pepper, basil and half of the cheese. / Lightly butter a 9×13 pan (or small, individual casserole pans), and add gnocchi. / Chop the prosciutto, and add to the gnocchi. / Pour cream sauce into the pan, and top with remaining cheese. / Bake for 25-30 minutes. / Pair with a crisp Pinot Grigio, and enjoy.

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The Pittsburgh Food Diaries: Hometown Edition.

July 23, 2015August 3, 2017by Abigail HuntLeave a Comment

Dining with one’s friends and beloved family is certainly one of life’s most primal and innocent delights, one that is both soul-satisfying and eternal.

– Julia Child

Two weeks ago was my first day back at work after our third annual #FourthofJulancer vacation in Connecticut. There is something about this place, a little home away from home, quietly tucked away by the water. (The company sure doesn’t hurt either.) So, after seven days of adventure and relaxation, energy and exhaustion, great friends and hearty laughs (and quite a few declarations of love), I returned to Pittsburgh for what seemed like a tortuous day and a half of work. I mean, come on. Who likes going back to work after vacation? No one.

Spoiler alert: I survived that Thursday and Friday at work (barely), and when Saturday morning rolled around, I hopped in my car and headed east to the 717. Ahhh, home. Sarah and I had plans to run a 5k through a vineyard early Sunday morning, so my stay at home was brief… but not too short that we couldn’t squeeze in a little family dinner at downtown Carlisle’s newest restaurant, Brick.

Brick, a traditional American eatery with an adventurous twist, opened at the end of May in downtown Carlisle. Here’s the thing about the phrase “downtown Carlisle.” When I was growing up, technically there was always a downtown, but since I moved to Pittsburgh for college (and subsequently stayed for my job), Carlisle has transformed dramatically into one of those cool small towns. Beyond the history that has always been there, Carlisle now boasts its fair share of adorable boutiques and foodie-worthy eateries… including Brick. Their menu includes “Budweiser palate” options, as owner Mark Bricker says, like a classic burger, all the way to a grilled octopus appetizer for the more adventurous eaters.

We ordered two appetizers: Roasted Beets, served over arugula with goat cheese, chopped walnuts and a balsamic dressing, and House Made Fried Mozzarella. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it one hundred more times. Beets, goat cheese and walnuts is the absolute best light and refreshing food trio to exist in the summer time, and this hit the nail right on the head. Evan and Aron, the generally more traditional eaters, tackled the Fried Mozzarella, but the few bites I managed to snatch from under Aron’s hovering fork were delicious. It oozed the feeling of a homemade comfort food because, well, that’s exactly what it was.

For dinner, my dad and I both ordered the Fish Tacos. Let me preface this by saying that I am an avid fan of fish tacos, and I’ve had my fair share of them from restaurants all over the east coast… and these were up there. The grilled whitefish was perfectly salted, and the tacos had all the essential toppings: lettuce, tomato, cilantro, yum yum sauce and sriracha. (Disclaimer: My spice tolerance is incredibly low — like, super low — but I will admit that the sriracha brought out some great flavor. And hey, isn’t the point of a cold beer to hinder spiciness?) Not to mention, pasta salad as a side dish is always better than the go-to fries or chips, especially in the summer.

Sarah and Aron both ordered the Salmon Club (because what 9 year old doesn’t love a good ol’ salmon sandwich), and it was delicious. Served with bacon and a creamy dill sauce, it was everything you’d imagine a Salmon Club to be, and then a little bit more. Aron polished his sandwich off in no time, much to the waitress’ surprise, and Sarah, as usual, took her sweet time. Hehe.

As we walked away from our table, I noticed a small quote painted on the wall:

People who love to eat are always the best people.

– Julia Child

I couldn’t help but agree… and I was with the best people.