Archive for January, 2010

January’s List of Fame (or Shame?)

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

Shame

For anyone doubting my waistline woes… here’s a new monthly list of restaurants that have made sure my digestive tract is… well, on track. For those counting, yes there are more listed than there are days in the month so far.

Sadly, this doesn’t even include any fast food slip ups. (probably not disclosed for fear of public shunning)

See any favorites? Share ‘em.

Did I forget any? Probably.

Questions on any? Ask!

5th & Wine
Caffe Boa
Chipotle
Classic Italian Pizza
Dave’s Electric Brew Pub
DelFalcos Deli
District American Kitchen
Don & Charlies
Essence Bakery Cafe
Estate House
FnB
Fred’s at Barney’s New York
Hana Japanese
Hanny’s
Honey Moon Sweets Bakery
Hot Pot Caribbean
House of Tricks
Kazimierz World Wine Bar
Metro Brasserie & Bar
Modern Steak
Morning Glory Cafe
NOCA
Quiessence Restaurant
Quik Wok
Rancho Pinot
Posh
Side Bar
St. Francis
The Mission
The Vig
Virgie’s Restaurant

UPDATE: Here are a few I forgot
The Lodge
Sweet Republic
Liberty Market
Cafe Lalibela

ADDITIONS: New to the list
Culinary Dropout
Daily Dose
Rula Bula
Five Guys Burgers & Fries
Prado

“Tornado Watch” my ass. Sip on this, Mother Nature!

Thursday, January 21st, 2010

Dark

When life gives you shitty rainy weather… shake up a Dark ‘n Stormy, I say!

Looking outside tonight, my booze hoarding has prepared me for anything Mother Nature has to throw at us in these end of days. I’ve stocked the bar with assorted rum as if the Armageddon is just around the corner.

If you see a zonked out, asiany-looking guy floating down University Drive, please be kind.

Throw him a lime wedge.

Make a Dark n’ Stormy:

Shake 1.5oz Cruzan gold rum with .75oz  lime juice.
Strain into Collins glass.
Top with ginger beer and give a gentle stir.
(Reed’s is best, in my opinion)
Float .75 Cruzan Black Strap rum on top.

I’ve been “outed” by social media.

Monday, January 18th, 2010

Outed

It’s no big news that folks are getting more savvy to monitoring their brands on social media. Even the little guys.

On a recent food-binge Sunday (Metro, The Mission, Caffe Boa, Classic Italian, Caffe Boa again,) we chose Classic Italian Pizza for dinner. As usual, I checked in via Brightkite (which updates both my Twitter and Facebook statuses.) I happily tweeted praises and photos of our perfect pies.

Halfway through the meal, a young waitress stops by our table and asks, “Which one of you is Ty?”

I sulk in my seat and slowly raise my hand.

She smiles and explains that the owner was monitoring my activity from home. He called and asked her to find out who I was. Yikes!

Another example: This past weekend, I was downtown at Hanny’s during another binge night (Hanny’s, The District, and St. Francis.) I checked in with Brightkite and ordered a classic Sidecar.

The drink earned my signature and dreaded “Cocktail Abortion” tweet (too much Cointreau turned it into a froo froo sweetsie drink.) It’s a nasty tweet, I know.

Disclaimer: Here’s where I speculate… but my observations were confirmed by my cocktailing friend.

A few minutes after the tweet, we saw the server and bar staff pointing our direction and talking. Sure enough, the server appears minutes later with two new cocktails for us.

His explanation was awkward as he nervously set down the glasses. He claimed that the bar mistakenly made extra drinks of our exact order. No charge.

We thanked him and he walked back to join the bar staff as they watched us drink the reattempted offerings.

Coincidence? Or maybe I was just over-sensitive from my recent “outing” at Classic Italian. I’ll never know because I didn’t ask. I was pretty freaked.

Regardless, I’ve prepared myself for future incidents resulting from my public eating & tweeting. I’ll be ready to stand by my comments. I’m sure as hell not a journalist, but it’s probably a good idea for me to establish ethics and rules of engagement with businesses, owners, etc.

I’ll be ready next time. Bring it on.

Do you have a similar story?

P.S. Jay W., I know you stalk me too. :-)

Screw heaven, send my spirit to Space Massage Studio.

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

Space

“60 minutes felt like 60 luxurious hours.” No joke. We’re talking serious man-hands in a good way.

I’m a rare Yelper, but I couldn’t resist spreading the word on Space Massage Studio. Local twitteratti  tweeter and new friend John Hill (@spacephx) is set to capitalize on massage/spa treaments in the coveted Arcadia neighborhood.

Read the full review on Yelp and be sure to visit Space Massage Studio for killer kneck rubs and more.

“Tell him Large Ty sent ‘cha!”
(Unnecessary Pee-Wee Herman reference.)

A haiku offering to you Michele.

Friday, January 8th, 2010

Michele chats and chews

Lead us with your fork and spoon

Food in your stomach

She’s always jet setting to Japan, so I thought a haiku would be appropriate thanks for the shout out from Phoenix New Times food critic and friend, Michele Laudig.

Gasp! Perhaps it was a food-poisoning-induced delirium that lead her to write the post. I hope not!

Joking aside, I love love love reading her Chow Bella posts everyday and the Cafe section in the weekly print.

Cheers Michele! I shall have to invent a new cocktail in your honor.

My love affair with a 63 year old Italian woman.

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010

Lidia

Dear Lidia, second only to Judge Judy, you fill my heart (and TiVo) with joy everyday.

Readers, if you aren’t watching Lidia’s Italy on public television you’re missing out on one of the few, great food shows out there. We’re not talking Food Network glitz and glam with “cocktail time” or “tablescapes” or “yummo.” Even typing those phrases made me shutter.

Lidia is genuinely charming and adores food and family. My favorite episodes include guest spots with her mother, Nonna Mima. Describing their on camera appeal as “on-air chemistry” is simply too cold to portray a sincere mom-daughter relationship.

The show cuts back and forth between cooking segments in her kitchen and tours of Italy where she describes the regions, ingredients, wines, history and culture.

Book

Lucky me… my awesome-town room mate bought me the “Lidia’s Family Table” cookbook for Christmas!

Lucky you… episodes are available online with added behind the scenes info! “Tutti a tavola a mangiare!”

What are your favorite food shows?

I buried my Grandpa today.

Monday, January 4th, 2010
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Grandpa Gipson and me

Despite the title, I’m not fishing for sympathy. It was a tough day for many reasons so I just thought I’d share a nice memory about him.

When I was a little kid, he came to live with our family in Glendale for a short while. With a plan to stay for a few months, he parked his tiny trailer in our back yard. (Very cool.)

One afternoon, I was in my room practicing my sax. He knocked on the door and asked to sit in. As a shy kid, my music was usually a very private thing.

But I couldn’t say no.

He sat next to me and tapped his foot to the jazzy standards I was noodling around with. I played my goofy amateur heart out. I faked a little here and there, but I did it with conviction. He loved it.

As an adult, I don’t “blow the notes” frequently enough and I regret not playing for him since those early years. He often asked, “When are you gonna bring your sax and play for me again?”

The Lesson: Never stop playing.

Ever.

New Mexico and back. In 24 hours.

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Shiprock

As you read this, I’m on the road back to my hometown of Shiprock in the Four Corners area of New Mexico. It’s a sudden “family matter” trip so it will be a quick turnaround. I don’t have the nicest memories of the town but maybe this visit will inspire more frequent returns.

I’m not driving (thankfully) so I’ll be Tweeting photos and blips from the passenger seat (@JuxtaPalate.) Because I’ve made this trip hundreds of times, I know there are plenty of interesting stops and things to see.

The destination is a small desert valley town named for the monolithic volcanic rock nearby. The town borders on the reservation and the population is mainly Navajo.

Mountain

What about the food?

Glossy fast food restaurants diminish the rural look of the dusty town. Sadly, they are a major cause of health issues in the community.

However, if we get there in time I can check out the weekend shanty town (literally) flea market where I might score childhood favorites like mutton stew, fry bread, Hopi cookies, Hopi bread, steam corn, mutton sandwiches and more.

Goodbye Arizona. See you tomorrow.

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Friday, January 1st, 2010

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