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Kanishka

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  1. I owe everyone thoughts on food here in Swabia, one of the most unfairly besmirched areas of Germany for food and a million other things. This line from JoeH, who I miss, is a good tease.
  2. Yet another Coronavirus casualty: I was really looking forward to getting back to Albania and Kosovo to visit old friends, but they are now in the European red zone for infections. The Germans would have me quarantine 14 days if I traveled there. Not worth it. Oh, while there are more coffee shops in Albania, the Kosovars make better espresso.
  3. America. I miss my parents. And my sister. And my mother-in-law. 😞
  4. Wow. So much has changed in 3+ months. We went from Naples back to Stuttgart, and learned shortly thereafter that someone on our flight was COVID-19 positive. We were quarantined for two weeks and emerged into this new, weird, masked world. I'll try and recreate my memories of Naples.
  5. Our pizza rankings so far: 1. Sorbillo 2. 50 Kalo 3. The other Sorbillo More to come... plus some words on the Seafront Pasta Bar (go!) and various other Naples experiences.
  6. We had a beautiful dinner last night at Dino, starting off with the caprese salad and the grilled nectarines and then moving on to the softshells (for me), wagyu steak (for her) and three variations of the kids pasta dishes for the three, um, kids. Due to a small and excusable kitchen error, we were comped a plate of delicious deviled eggs, though I never did learn the spice blend that went in them. Our sons devoured their pasta, particularly the eldest who had pappardelle with ragu. My softshell crabs were big and juicy and the greens they were served with provided a welcome bit of tang and texture. M didn't share her steak! That says something. We closed out with three gelatos, a cheese plate for me, and a chocolate desert for M that was *almost* so light on the sugar that I liked it. Almost. The best parts of the evening were talking to Dean, inevitably about the challenges for DC restaurant owners, and reminiscing with hostess Heidi about our mutual long relationships with Dino in its two iterations. Apologies for the other two diners we shared the otherwise empty dining room with, who moved to the far end to avoid the insistent chattering and singing of our youngest. Thank you, Dean.
  7. We will be in DC soon with the three monsters and will make a point of grabbing a last meal at Dino's. Thank you for the memories... it seems all the spots my wife and I used to frequent in our dating and DINK faze are closing! That's most likely a statement on how long ago that was...
  8. Date night! Walked in to Tagliata after an exhausting day of administrative tasks in Forestville, DC, and Pentagon City. Left the DC area right at the beginning of rush hour, and found a parking spot right next to Tagliata at 7 PM. Walked in, horribly underdressed and very grumpy, and found ourselves two seats at the bar. (Shoutout to my parents, who took care of the boys for two nights while we did work things.) The black label prosciutto di Parma was pricey but worth it, though I wish we had a few more bits of house-made giardiniera. The tuna crudo was served with these delicious black rice crisps that added savory crunch, with tiny dollops of spicy chili oil to add just a little tickle. The asparagus bruschetta had just enough speck to give the dish body without overwhelming the asparagus. Main courses were predictable: scallops for her, and softshell crabs for me. The unbilled star in the green and wax bean salad was the generous portion of frisee, whose bitterness worked extremely well with the sweet crab and the sour mustard vinaigrette. The scallops were cooked just to the right of pink in the middle, M's preferred temperature. Normally we share but I wasn't give the chance to taste these scallops -- they are her favorite, and she hasn't had them in over 18 months. Overall: a fun, hip place, terrific seafood. The live piano player was a great touch. Priced at the DC-level, not what I am used to for Baltimore, but the quality was commensurate with the cost.
  9. Back in Seattle! It's an errand-filled time bouncing from dentists to doctors to various other family obligations, before headed east soon for wedding fun. Lunch yesterday was at Samurai Noodle, a favorite ramen shop in the U District. It's no-frills but great as far as cheap, fast ramen goes. My spicy shouyo tonkotsu was a little mild for my taste, but I'm coming off of three years of West African peppers so my taste buds cannot be trusted. The noodles bounced, the egg ran *juuust* a little (AKA how I like it), and the pork and chicken broth was richer than usual. M had the standard shouyu tonkotsu, and though she found the pork cut too fatty my eldest had no problem eating it for her. All three sons loved their noodles, which the youngest regularly refers to regardless of provenance as "psghettis." They shared a bowl of tonkotsu miso, which here comes with a pat of butter. The menu insists the butter is a game-changer, which I must gently disagree with. But the boys didn't complain -- at least about that. (Our 2.5 year old was incredibly frustrated he could not manipulate chopsticks. He's stubborn, like his dad.) A shout-out to the summer vermicelli salad. It hardly feels like "summer" to we former tropical denizens, but the vinegar-and-pickle laced noodle salad had a sour and funky flavor I have not enjoyed in years. Thanks America!
  10. One of my most memorable dates with my then-fling, now-wife was the DR.com dinner at Ray's original Courthouse location, when Mr. Landrum did all the cooking and the serving I believe almost completely by himself. This was my first experience with the captivating devilishly good eggs, and only my second with DR members as a large group. StephenB poured us a sip of something red out of a decanter and I remember neither what it was specifically nor how it tasted, though I remember vividly thinking "so this is what good old wine is supposed to taste like." But I reserve my strongest memory of the evening for the bonhomie that suffused the room as the evening went on. We half giggled, half rolled up the hill back to M's apartment, with my impending departure for elsewhere rendering us unaware that we were falling in love. We eventually figured it out, married, and made regular visits to iterations of Ray's a feature of our times back in DC. Our eldest son got to try the steak at Ray's next door but he won't remember it, and our two youngest never had the opportunity. You will be missed. Edited to add: the dinner was December 2005 -- and now I remember it was one of my very first birthday presents to my girl.
  11. The few bowls of East Asian-style noodle soup we've had in our little corner of the world, at restaurants, have been highly mediocre. I am fairly certain that it's about the broth, which is typically limp and watery. We've made our own broth a few times when craving, but that's not always feasible. And paradoxically, with our time here dwindling, I am craving food I can't get here more and more. So when a friend suggested Mike's Mighty Good Craft Ramen, and I saw that I could get it on Amazon, I took the plunge. If you think you're getting Top Ramen or Cup o' Noodles, wrong! Mike's has none of that awful, sodium-heavy saltiness. The three varieties I've tasted, savory miso, spicy beef, and pork tonkatsu, have been rich, earthy broths. The noodles aren't like you'd get at a Seattle pho shop, but they are far better than the college instant ramen you remember. The small oil packet takes the soup over the top by adding a welcome richness. We've taken to throwing in a few elements to make a small packet into a meal -- a soft boiled egg, some homemade karaage, or maybe a sheet of dried seaweed. I'd like to add some slow-cooked pork the next time I do up a bowl. If you're in a noodle soup desert like we are, Mike's Mighty Good is an awesome substitute. It's not homemade of Toki-quality ramen, but it's as close as you can get with about six minutes of prep.
  12. There's a new spot in town! Le Hublot is on your right as you're driving out of Cotonou on La Route des Peches, just before Cabane du Pecheur. It's a blue-and-white three story building, and the rooftop restaurant has a stunning view of the ocean and the surrounding communities. At sundown the breeze and the view alone make it a winner, but the food, at least on first bite, is equal to the surroundings. We started with beignets des courgettes and gazpacho. The courgettes, topped with feta and served with a garlic aioli, were cooler and drier than versions I've had before but somehow it worked. The gazpacho was probably the weakest dish of the evening, served too warm and simply "OK." They do however get bonus points for actually *having* gazpacho on the menu the first time I've seen it here. Entrees were terrific. I went with gambas and got a half dozen monster-sized shrimp, lightly seasoned with salt and butter. These were probably caught earlier that morning and were the best gambas a la plancha I've had in Benin. Marisa had a grouper filet, served on a bed of ratatouille. The presentation was far "fancier" than the average restaurant here, like you'd find at a serious middle-range restaurant in DC (of the type I understand is rapidly disappearing these days.) I had a tiny bite and was impressed by the simplicity and freshness. We'll have to go back to see if they can maintain the theme. We went simple with the kids -- a burger, tagliatelle bolognese -- and they were pleased. Probably the most notable thing about Le Hublot is the beer list. In this land of pale yellow Castel, it's amazing to see Belgian beer on tap (Affligem) and an extensive Belgian bottle list too. Le Hublot says they will have fresh mussels and oysters at some point. I'll believe that when I see it, and I'm not entirely sure if fresh oysters from the Gulf of Guinea are a good idea. But such fresh shellfish temptations aren't a necessary component for us to go back.
  13. Don, this is a story begging for closure.
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