Italianish food
After all this time, you'd think I'd be getting used to having not only a partner, but a family, but no. Fri evening, a friend texted that he'd be unexpectedly be in town, would I like to have dinner. I had nothing on my calendar, so of course, except we had to figure out whether the child was coming to dinner, which involved negotiating with his mother, who is under the weather. It was fine and StMac is worth any amount of bother and I'm =really= glad we got to catch up, but I need to be better at remembering how many people I affect with my flitting.
Dinner was at Buschenschank, aka that German place nearby. The restaurant's website makes claims about being German-Italian fusion, given that it's in an old Italian neighborhood. My boyfriend laughed when I described the restaurant's claims, muttering about how the Piedmontese would have something to say about German-Italian fusion. The Times calls it Alto Adige food, but really, it's 'wurst and pizza. The speck dumplings were delicious, even if I'd call them meatballs. We ordered the 'wurst platter so I could try all four they have, but 2 I didn't like and 2 were fine, and I couldn't be arsed to figure out which was which. I like Hallo Berlin's sauerkraut and cabbage better, although the potato salad was delish. The main reason to go back is for the pizza, which was Italian style, with speck and other meat and Italian-style red peppers (instead of jalapenos); I liked the wheat beer quite a lot and should order a medium next time.
I spent Saturday finishing up my photobook on our Barcelona-Venice trip; making that book took nearly as long as the vacation, I'm not kidding. And then while describing it to Julian after I sent it to press, I realized how I could have crammed more text in. Augh. Making books is hard.
Saturday night, Julian and I ate homemade ziti and meatballs and watched Goodfellas. I laughed at him when he insisted we had to have the proper culinary accoutrements for the movie, but it was awfully tasty and I'm kinda sad I didn't steal leftovers when he wasn't looking, bc it was his best batch yet. I liked the movie and I really liked watching it with him.
Prosciutto and parmiggiano was supposed to be a snack before sledding on Sunday morning, but we accidentally ate too much and had too much fun, so after dressing for sledding, we went straight to brunch. Both the crab crepes and the French toast turned out to be brilliant. The sauce on the former managed to perfectly complement and de-emphasize the seafood-y nature of the dish.
A nice thing about being a mountaineer is having all the right clothes for outdoor activities: I had the perfect layers for sliding down a hill. Julian's sleds were much better than the plastic bag I used on Rainier, but alas the hill was shorter and slushier. Ah well.
I didn't have quite enough time to make my train back to the city, then started reading and missed my next train. oops. But Lucky greeted me with a whoop and we had a delicious, if French, meal and watched two Charlie Brown Christmas specials before bed.
Dinner was at Buschenschank, aka that German place nearby. The restaurant's website makes claims about being German-Italian fusion, given that it's in an old Italian neighborhood. My boyfriend laughed when I described the restaurant's claims, muttering about how the Piedmontese would have something to say about German-Italian fusion. The Times calls it Alto Adige food, but really, it's 'wurst and pizza. The speck dumplings were delicious, even if I'd call them meatballs. We ordered the 'wurst platter so I could try all four they have, but 2 I didn't like and 2 were fine, and I couldn't be arsed to figure out which was which. I like Hallo Berlin's sauerkraut and cabbage better, although the potato salad was delish. The main reason to go back is for the pizza, which was Italian style, with speck and other meat and Italian-style red peppers (instead of jalapenos); I liked the wheat beer quite a lot and should order a medium next time.
I spent Saturday finishing up my photobook on our Barcelona-Venice trip; making that book took nearly as long as the vacation, I'm not kidding. And then while describing it to Julian after I sent it to press, I realized how I could have crammed more text in. Augh. Making books is hard.
Saturday night, Julian and I ate homemade ziti and meatballs and watched Goodfellas. I laughed at him when he insisted we had to have the proper culinary accoutrements for the movie, but it was awfully tasty and I'm kinda sad I didn't steal leftovers when he wasn't looking, bc it was his best batch yet. I liked the movie and I really liked watching it with him.
Prosciutto and parmiggiano was supposed to be a snack before sledding on Sunday morning, but we accidentally ate too much and had too much fun, so after dressing for sledding, we went straight to brunch. Both the crab crepes and the French toast turned out to be brilliant. The sauce on the former managed to perfectly complement and de-emphasize the seafood-y nature of the dish.
A nice thing about being a mountaineer is having all the right clothes for outdoor activities: I had the perfect layers for sliding down a hill. Julian's sleds were much better than the plastic bag I used on Rainier, but alas the hill was shorter and slushier. Ah well.
I didn't have quite enough time to make my train back to the city, then started reading and missed my next train. oops. But Lucky greeted me with a whoop and we had a delicious, if French, meal and watched two Charlie Brown Christmas specials before bed.