I’m so sorry googling “Kuku ye shevid obaqala” does not lead any results for the intertube impaired. Is it possible that Google is racist against towel head dishes? Let’s say a friend, we will call her Jennifer Saltmarsh-Manullang, not her real name, because who would choose a name like that? I mean honestly, you can’t make that shiite up. Ok, back to whatever the freck I was saying. It appears there is some paranoia running rampant down around the corner. She has accused Moi of trying to punk her by slipping some nafarious ingredients in one of my famous Persian dishes. Naughty, naughty Jennifer Saltmarsh-Manullang, not her real name, I dare say why would I taint something that I will probably be eating the entier 8 x 8 pyrex dish filled with gastronomic nirvana as a prank? Fear not, I’m preparing the gourmet masterpiece tonight and plan on sharing with Jennifer Saltmarsh-Manullang, not her real name. Why would I want to punk her by sabotaging greatness with the outcome probably ending up with me having to care for her 2 dear ones? Again!
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That was my Father-in-Law’s official summary of the 5 piece Jazz band named Ben Fowler. After a great dinner at The Ringside with the wifey, her father and our friend Heather we all decided to visit the locally famous jazz joint Jimmy Maks. The band du jour was a quintet aptly named Ben Fowler because this band is all about Ben Fowler and nothing more. Unfortunately for the patrons last night Ben’s saxaphone seemed off key to the untrained ear. But then again when can you tell if a person playing jazz is following the music anyway. The best way to explain this situation is the following. The band would start a song, let’s say with the keyboardist doing a little solo accompanied by the drummer. Then the guitarist would kick in a few jazzy riffs and the bass player would crank out a nice beat. At this point you’re thinking to yourself, hey this is pretty cool. But then the carnage would begin. Ben, standing stoically (see pic below) clutching his weapon of mass destruction would start to play. He sounded like he just got out of Mr. Beers 7th grade beginner band practice. What a let down. I mean the rest of the band must be silently cursing to themselves. We sound great until Mr. Doofus pipes in. Another way to put this is let’s say you go the a restaurant and order a nice big juicy fat steak. When your order arrives it looks absolutely wonderful until you take your first bite of the steak only to find out you are eating camel hump.
My wife called me yesterday wanting to know if I wanted to go out to dinner. I said, “Sure, as long as we could get a babysitter”. Being late in the day, it’s sometimes difficult to find someone on short notice but Granny ponied up and said she’d take care of the little one. We have some regular places we usually go for dinner like The Red Star , Jake’s Famous Crawfish House, Kells, Brasserie Montmartre, Ringside Steakhouse and The Portland City Grill. All of the restaurants have their different charms and characteristics. If you crave some good seafood, Jake’s is the place. If your gastronomic inclinations tend towards good Irish pub fare, then Kell’s has the bells. If your stomach aches for some steaks there is no better place than the Ringside. Topping off the evening is a trip to the bar at The Benson for a nightcap before heading home. That being said, we decide we need to try something different. Not wanting to go into downtown on a Friday night, we ventured into the little neighborhood of Westmoreland. My wife has always wanted to eat at Caprial’s Bistro, so I called to make a reservation. Expecting to get a seat after 9pm, I was pleasantly surprised to find out they had an opening at 6. Sign me up! We headed over there early so we could walk around and imbibe in an adult beverage at the Springwater Grill. Well to cut the story short, the food and service at Caprial’s was fantastic. We split the 2 specials they offered, 10 oz flat iron steak and a fish I’d never heard of before called Escarol(I did some googling on this but could’nt find anything about it). The fish has the same consistency as Halibut but the flavor was extraordinary. All in all, it was a great night and if you happen to be in the Westmoreland area this place is a must.