I tell ya I loooove coffee. I am not a complete insufferable coffee snob, like some bloggers out there who feel the compulsion to buy $2000 machines and order green beans on the net and roast them in their oven (or $1000 roasting machine) until first or second crack, but I do like fairly fresh coffee in the bean, usually from Mother Lode Coffee, and grinding it each morning for each cup and running the whole shebang through a french press. My pref is for light to medium roast coffee, to avoid the “second crack” bitter and burn flavor most prominently featured by large chain coffee vendors. I loooove Kona coffee, the all time greatest IMHO, but it is becoming increasingly difficult to find, even in the cheapo “less than 10%” field.Oh well, fresh coffee is still good coffee. Bliss. I allow myself two of these heavenly beverages in the morning, while i troll the net like a fiend first thing in the AM.
Last night the Old Man and I ate out instead of my cooking pork chops. We were supposed to be celebrating the fact that my funders have finally come through with a contract, but other multiple irritating things happened over the course of the day to both of us and it spoiled the air of quiet triumph I was trying to achieve. We ate at the Peppery Gar and Brill (yes, that is what they call it, snort.) It is a fairly good trendy local place. The meals tend to be about the same quality each time, which is a good but not great quality. I had the Tri-tip Red Chile Wrap and fries (ya, I know, the oils! The carbs!) and the Old Man had the baby back ribs. We also had an order of onion strings as an appetizer (again with the oils! The carbs!) Notes on food: Cook your strings longer! No one likes doughy faux onion rings, darn it! And what was with the nibs that passed for fries? Not a one longer than an inch, and some of them were darned flakes. It is not cool to serve up the bottom of the bag like that. I tried the Old Man’s ribs, and found them passable, but the chipotle sauce reminded me of jazzed up Ketchup. Notes about the restaurant: abysmally slow. Very unusual in this Trendoid the Berberian place. The boozed up football crowd was there at the bar, but not a whole lot of them. Only 4 tables full, and the service was sloooow. And hey, owner, tell your waitresses to tone down the hostile when given the “I am irritated that I have been waiting for my drink order to be taken for the last 10 minutes look.” When the waitress sauntered by after a 10 minute absence, I gave her the patented withering look. She got pissed and pissy with me. Bye bye tip, lady! (the Old Man left her something. He is not mean like I am.)
At least the beer that I FINALLY got 15 minutes by my watch after we were seated in an incredibly slow restaurant was good. A “Black and Tan” from draft Guinness and Bass Ale. Yum!
I have to go walk one of the devil dogs now.