The age old question: Braised Pork Belly or Chopped Lamb?
This was the debate I had yesterday when I was treated to lunch at Bettola today. Located in the Martin Biscuit Building in downtown Birmingham, Bettola is a "casual, upscale restaurant." I have had the pleasure of dining at this establishment many times, and have found a favorite: the Agnello. This sandwich includes goat cheese and succulent lamb with a baked flat beard.
But, they had the Braised Pork Belly on the menu today! Dare I try something new? In the end, yes... but had the best of both worlds. Sharing a plate with a colleague, I had both the lamb and braised pork belly. And you know what I found, the Pork Belly tasted of BACON. And bacon is never a bad thing.
To find out more about the fantastic restaurant, please visit their website: Bettola Restaurant.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Cafetorium Microwave Adventures
What is it with the Corporate Cafeteria and the inordinate amount of microwaves with no discernible programming mechanisms? I bring my food, ready to nuke it to a warm edible temperature, and find myself confronted with a bank of machines that just have 12 buttons: 10 pre-programmed buttons, Start, and Cancel. Pressing each button generates a seemingly random amount of cooking time, which is completely inconsistent across all the machines. So, I just choose a machine and start guessing, eventually heating my food to somewhere passed room temperature. Clearly, I am not the only person with this issue, as many of the machines are left with random amounts of time remaining on the cooking clock.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Dénouement
Once upon a time there was a rooster named Raymond.
Raymond was a happy rooster.
The farmer and his family liked Raymond, because he helped them wake up in the morning.
When the sun came up each morning, Raymond would crow and crow.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo," Raymond would crow happily.
One morning, the farmer was visited by a man from the bank.
The farmer did not look happy to see the bank man.
Raymond did not understand English, so words like "liquidate assets" did not mean anything to him.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo," Raymond crowed.
And that's how Raymond ended up on my sandwich.
Raymond was a happy rooster.
The farmer and his family liked Raymond, because he helped them wake up in the morning.
When the sun came up each morning, Raymond would crow and crow.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo," Raymond would crow happily.
One morning, the farmer was visited by a man from the bank.
The farmer did not look happy to see the bank man.
Raymond did not understand English, so words like "liquidate assets" did not mean anything to him.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo," Raymond crowed.
And that's how Raymond ended up on my sandwich.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
A Mexican Excursion
Yep... fast, cheap, and filling... the story of my life.
I did learn one important lesson: muffins are definitely not doughnuts.
I did learn one important lesson: muffins are definitely not doughnuts.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Eastern flavor
With my cohorts relegated to the aforementioned penalty box (the details of which I have been agreed, under duress, not to discuss here) , I set out in search of midday sustenance.
My car's engine hummed with vigor, as if it shared my urgency to complete today's quest. I rolled a few blocks toward downtown, noticing a curious black smoke cloud that was rising into the sky, peeking through alleys into my line of vision.
With the city's customary parking gridlock in full effect, I parked three blocks from my destination and emerged from the vehicle into the first biting chill of a new winter. Something darted across my peripheral vision -- up high, the barest hint of a shadow, gone before my hunger-addled mind could process the information. I set out toward my goal, a row of stoplights impeding my progress for seemingly eternal moments.
One foot, then the other. Repeat. Almost there.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled, and I knew that this was not a result of the frigid air.
"You might as well show yourself," I intoned, more to myself than to the faceless buildings that surrounded me.
A slight rustle, a whisper of a whisper, and I knew. I turned around to face my assailants.
Damn it. Ninjas. Why does it always have to be ninjas?
The stoplight changed again, transforming the forbidding scarlet hand into a cordial invitation to proceed. Reaching my destination, I shouldered open the wooden door and was greeted with the welcoming embrace of central heating.
"Chicken Masaman, Thai hot?" a familiar voice asked.
"Why yes," I answered, wiping the last of the blood from my katana. "That would be lovely."
My car's engine hummed with vigor, as if it shared my urgency to complete today's quest. I rolled a few blocks toward downtown, noticing a curious black smoke cloud that was rising into the sky, peeking through alleys into my line of vision.
With the city's customary parking gridlock in full effect, I parked three blocks from my destination and emerged from the vehicle into the first biting chill of a new winter. Something darted across my peripheral vision -- up high, the barest hint of a shadow, gone before my hunger-addled mind could process the information. I set out toward my goal, a row of stoplights impeding my progress for seemingly eternal moments.
One foot, then the other. Repeat. Almost there.
The hairs on the back of my neck tingled, and I knew that this was not a result of the frigid air.
"You might as well show yourself," I intoned, more to myself than to the faceless buildings that surrounded me.
A slight rustle, a whisper of a whisper, and I knew. I turned around to face my assailants.
Damn it. Ninjas. Why does it always have to be ninjas?
The stoplight changed again, transforming the forbidding scarlet hand into a cordial invitation to proceed. Reaching my destination, I shouldered open the wooden door and was greeted with the welcoming embrace of central heating.
"Chicken Masaman, Thai hot?" a familiar voice asked.
"Why yes," I answered, wiping the last of the blood from my katana. "That would be lovely."
Leftovers at the Vendorama
Honestly, I'm not very excited about this plan; however, in efforts to keep costs in mind today has been deemed leftover day at the vendorama.
As Christian has noted, there is a penalty flag on the play and I will be subjected to 5-minutes in the penalty box. Please be kind with your mocking as you point and laugh at my shame.
As Christian has noted, there is a penalty flag on the play and I will be subjected to 5-minutes in the penalty box. Please be kind with your mocking as you point and laugh at my shame.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
BurgerQuest - 12/2/2010
We hit Five Guys at Colonial Brookwood Mall in Homewood, AL.
Holy Moley! Do good burgers exist! Yes!!! I went with the Cheeseburger with the following trimmings (gratis, of course):
Five Guys, our quest did not end in vain.
I will leave it out the various aerosol conversations that took place on the way back to the office. Suffice it to say, I may never look at a can of Reddi-whip the same way again.
And, MLONF, you plan like an @$$hole.
Holy Moley! Do good burgers exist! Yes!!! I went with the Cheeseburger with the following trimmings (gratis, of course):
- Mustard/Ketchup
- Lettuce
- Tomato
- BBQ Sauce
- Jalapenos
- Onions
Five Guys, our quest did not end in vain.
I will leave it out the various aerosol conversations that took place on the way back to the office. Suffice it to say, I may never look at a can of Reddi-whip the same way again.
And, MLONF, you plan like an @$$hole.
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