It's a pickle

Thursday, June 24, 2010

I excitedly opened the carry-out box containing my turkey avocado bacon cheese tomato and lettuce sandwich from Harbor East Deli and instantly frowned. There was nothing wrong with the sandwich; it looked incredible, stacked high with meat. No, it was the skinny green particle lurking under my sandwich – the pickle. I feared for my sandwich, terrified that pickle juice had leaked into the bread. No one wants a soggy pickle flavored sandwich. I lunged for the pickle and threw it across the stone wall I was sitting on. There was now a safe distance between me and the smelly pickle.

I can’t explain my aversion to pickles, it’s just one of those foods I’ve always hated. The pickle is actually just a pickled cucumber, meaning it’s been soaked and fermented in brine or vinegar. The taste of the pickle depends on what you soak it in – in addition to brine and vinegar it can be soaked in garlic or lime.

I also discovered that Americans consume an unbelievable 9 pounds of pickles per person each year(http://www.virtuowl.com/beauty/vinegar-beauty.htm).

I have to blame my aversion on some unrecalled traumatic childhood experience with the pickle. I can remember a place in Charlotte, NC my parents would always take me to, Phils Deli. With every sandwich came a pickle. Even my favorite, the grilled cheese. I was always so upset when my grilled cheese tasted like anything but cheese, in this case, pickle. Could this be the reason?

Pickle fans: If you're in the mood for the fattest pickle I've ever seen, check out Attman's on Lombard Street.

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Duckpin Bowling, anyone?

Monday, June 21, 2010

I can’t think of anything stranger than this place. Along Eastern Ave, a short walk from Fell’s is Patterson Bowling Center. No more than a two-story brick building with an undistinguished blue and red awning, it looks nothing like a bowling alley. Make that a BYOB bowling alley. It’s the kind of place that you probably only hear about by word-of-mouth.

Interestingly enough, duckpin bowling is believed to have originated in Baltimore (according to hookedonbowling.com and several other sites). Duckpin bowling differs from regular bowling in that the balls are much smaller and do not have finger holes. In addition, the pins are shorter and lighter, making it more difficult to strike them all down. Instead of of 2 balls per turn, you get 3 balls. Duckpin bowling is popular in the mid-Atlantic part of the country - I grew up in Charlotte, NC, which explains why I've probably never heard of it before now.

The best part about Patterson Bowling were the shoes - neon yellow and bright red velcro bowling shoes. Even better, they were comfortable, like slippers almost! My bowling companions and me made sure we all got the same color. We played 2 embarrassingly low scoring games, enjoying the Bud Light Limes we brought with us. The atmosphere of the place was laid back and a lot of fun as well. For something a little different, I definitely recommend Patterson Bowling. And for afterwards, the bars at Fell's are just a short walk away.

I gotta say though, I was quite sad to return my stylish bowling shoes at the end of the game.

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In Defense of Ruby Tuesday's BBQ Ribs

This is big - normally I would never rave over any kind of American chain restaurant. Never. However, I've finally found an exception: Ruby Tuesday has an incredibly tasty savory rack of ribs. Smothered in BBQ sauce, which happens to be one of my favorite flavors, and probably most favorite dipping sauce, they're insanely addicting. Don't get me wrong - I'm sure there are other, fancier places that claim their ribs consist of "organic grass fed beef" or whatever other sustainable, organic, all-natural marketing terms some restaurants are slapping onto their menus these days, but I'm perfectly happy with Ruby Tuesday's offering. Instead of focusing on the farm-to-table trend, Ruby Tuesday focuses on the sheer deliciousness of their ribs, and I have to say I'm perfectly okay with that.

On the menu, the ribs are described as "Fork tender ribs...slow-cooked for hours...to fall off the bone tender..." Who knows for sure how long the ribs are cooked (does it really take hours?) but the description is true - the meat really does fall right off the bone, you don't need a knife to eat these. And better yet, the ribs are served with a baked potato, emphasizing the savory combination of meat and potatoes. The ribs also come with a side of brocolli, but it's usually overcooked, spongey and limp. But no worry, failed broccoli is a small price to pay for deliciously tender meat.

I like to combine the flavor of the tangy, slightly spicy BBQ sauce with everything on my plate. For those who claim that BBQ sauce drowns out the flavor of the food it covers, I say who cares? In my opinion, it's the BBQ sauce that makes the meal.

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Pitango's Mojito Sorbet

Friday, June 18, 2010


Fell's has a find for gelato and sorbet fans - Pitango Gelato on S. Broadway. This place features gelatos and sorbets made with fresh, often organic ingredients. For a sweltering hot day, no questions asked, order the mojito sorbet. It is one of the most refreshing sensations I have ever experienced. And how creative it is too - you'll notice the minty green specks spread throughout the lighly sugared base. The sorbet's cool, minty flavor was so memorable, I had to come back for more.

Afterwards, I took my sorbet out to the pier towards the water and enjoyed a view of the Dominoe Sugar factory and the Baltimore harbor. The breeze from the water and the mojito flavors made me wish I was on a tropical Carribean beach.

For those who want more than sorbet, Pitango's features an impressive gelato menu as well, inlcuding Gianduja (chocolate hazelnut), Crema (Italian custard) and Spicy Chocolate (made with hot peppers). Check it out!

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What to do with a carnival goldfish?

As a kid, I always wanted to win a fish at those silly carnival ring toss booths, At Hampden's Hon Fest last weekend, my aspirations were finally met. I won a small goldfish in a game called "fish toss." It was pretty straightforward, you just tossed the ping pong ball into an array of jars on a table, hopefully landing it inside one of them. Surprisingly this is a challenging task. The fish was awarded to me in a small plastic bag filled with water. Honestly, the goldfish looked pretty miserable (how would you feel inside a plastic bag?). Who knows if fish are even capable of sadness, but it certainly didn't look happy.

I toted the fish around the festival for a few hours, trying to keep it out of the sun. The tiny goldfish made for an excellent conversation point between strangers. Quite a few random people approached me, asking where on earth I got the poor thing from. My next question of course, was where on earth do these things even come from? Is there some huge goldfish manufacturing plant in China that raises the fish and packages them in these cheap plastic prisons?


Interestingly enough, my hypothesis was not too far from the truth. I discovered a point of controversy that dates back to the Beijing Olympics. Apparently keychains with a live goldfish in a plastic bag (see photo on right) were sold as "unofficial" souvenirs to tourists. Apparently most of the goldfish packaged in these bags would live no more than a few hours. You can imagine how animal welfare groups reacted to that one. The name and whereabouts of the manufacturer of these keychains is unknown. A few major newspapers even covered the story, check out this British paper, The Sun: Cruel Trader Sells Live Goldfish as Souvenir

Fascinating. The next day, the fish was still alive and kicking. My roommate, an experience fish owner came with me to Petsmart, where we bought the proper fish materials. First of all, the fish bowl. Secondly, rocks for the bottom of the bowl. Thirdly, fish food. Lastly and most importantly, water de-chlorinator. Apparently, tap water will slowly kill a fish, due to its chlorine and chemical contents (read more: http://fins.actwin.com/mirror/begin-tapwater.html). Good to know, so why don't more people know it?

Currently, the fish is doing quite well and swims energetically around his bowl. He's almost made it to the 1 week point. God be with him.

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Pomme Frites

I've been craving fries lately, no not those previously frozen, Americanized Mcdonalized things (see below photo on right)...I mean the "pomme frite" (left photo). Freshly cut potatoes sauteed in duck fat or truffle oil, crisp golden brown and delicious. I've heard they make these at a couple of places around Baltimore, namely Petit Louis Bistro in Roland Park. I've yet to try it. In French cuisine, the pomme frite is commonly served with everything from steak to mussels as the perfect savory side dish. Instead of ketchup (which the French might find rather disgraceful), dijon mustard is a common companion for frites. The Parisian restuarant Le Relais de l'Entrecote is famous for its "steak frites" dish, which is exactly what it says it is, steak and fries. Simplistic but incredible.




My first attempt at making french pomme frites wasn't half bad, considering I don't own duck fat, truffle oil, or anything else too fancy. I used what I had - olive oil (a good quality bottle of olive oil has infinite uses, just ask the Italians). I chose Yukon golds because I've found them to be the most flavorful of the white potatoes. I cut mine into thin frite-esque strips. After pouring a sufficient amount of olive oil into a hot pan, waiting until it crackled, I added the cut potatoes. I added my potatoes before the oil was hot enough, making them a bit limp in the end, so a little patience goes a long way. Make sure to toss the potatoes in the pan, to keep them from burning. You can add some salt and pepper for seasoning too. After 5-7 minutes, my potatoes had turned an appealingly deep golden brown. I removed them from the pan and let them dry on a sheet of paper towels. They weren't as crispy as I had hoped, but still enjoyable. The perfect frite is hard and crisp on the outside, yet fluffy and potatoey on the inside. Kind of like a "pomme souffle."


To accompany my attempted "frites," I prepared a "jambon" (that's ham) sandwich on a French baguette, with a side of Dijon. Ham is the staple lunch meat in France, to see turkey in the grocery stores is quite rare (the Turkey is an American bird). The baguette I bought from a French bakery in Fell's called Bonaparte Breads. Despite how expensive it was ($3 for the baguette!), I was quite impressed with its authenticity. The bakery offers other French breads and pastries and is well worth a visit for a Francophile.

Check out this professional cook's blog for a better way to make pomme frites than mine, which was completely and randomly improvised and made up on the spot: Cook's Journal: Pomme Frites. Apparently you have to cook the frites twice to get that extra crispness.

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The 12 inch Monster Meatball Marinara of Subway

Thursday, June 17, 2010

1 AM last night I hit a wall. I couldn’t think straight, I was irritable, I was hungry. Incredibly hungry. Hungry enough to devour something blatantly unhealthy.
The Subway on the corner of 33rd street and St. Paul is perhaps the most brilliant operation I have ever seen. Open 24 hours, 7 days a week, this place never sleeps. I’m almost certain its main draw are party-going college kids. As a result, most of their sales take place between the hours of 12 and 4 am. It’s quite a brilliant marketing technique.
It’s by no means a great place to eat, not even a good place, but it gets the job done.

I’ve been going since my freshman year, and have gotten to know the guys who work behind the sandwich counter. One of the guys likes to fake charge me for tap water and usually I fall for it every time. Based on the many times I’ve been to subway, there is one kind of sandwich that I’ve never tried – the footlong. My sandwiches are consistently 6 inch subs. I was always horrified by the amount of food a footlong sub represents, no wonder we’re all so fat, right?

But considering my hunger last tonight, I did something drastic. I ordered the footlong. And that’s not all. Not only was it a footlong, but it was also a meatball sub with bacon and chipotle ranch sauce. Disgusting. Atrocious, even. I’m pretty sure there were at least 10 or 12 meatballs in this god-awful thing. Meatballs slapped on with globs of tomato marinara sauce, provolone cheese, parmesan cheese, chipotle sauce, 4 strips of bacon on 12 inches of special garlic bread. Oh yeah – and TOASTED (the magic word of Subway). This sandwich was nasty, real nasty.

The first bite of bread, meatball marinara, bacon, chipotle and cheese was savory and satisfying. Meat and cheese, the classically divine combination of awesomeness. After the first 6 inches I was full enough. But no, I bought a footlong for a reason and that was to finish it. So I chomped away, tearing through my 9th, 10th, 11th and 12th meatballs until I was sick. By the end, my sub was hardly enjoyable but it was done, I had conquered the sandwich. But not without some intense nausea to go along with it.

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Crabs at L.P. Steamers

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Baltimore is famous for its crabhouses, including Obrycki’s in Fells Point, L.P. Steamers in Locust Point, Bo Brooks in Canton and more. It's another delicacy I'm ashamed to say I've never tried. Of course, this had to be fixed.

The Baltimore variety is actually the Chesapeake Bay blue crab, which has made its stake as the city’s unofficial mascot. You can find blue crab paraphernalia all over Baltimore and in other parts of Maryland as well. I have a t-shirt somewhere in my dresser that I bought from Baltimore 15 years ago that says, “I’m just a little crabby in Baltimore.”

So I did my research, deciding on L.P. Steamers. It appeared less commercial than some of the other crabhouses in the city (stay away from Phillips in the Inner Harbor, then again just stay away from any restaurant in the Inner Harbor. L.P. Steamers is unpretentiously appealing, with its simple red sign with white letters. The interior is friendly and relaxed, with just a few booths and tables, perfect for a place where you’re going to be messy anyway.

Luckily my dining companion was an experienced crab eater, so he knew exactly what to order. L.P. Steamers offers crabs in different sizes, including small, large and jumbo. I’ve heard the larger crabs are easier to extract meat from than the smaller ones.

Our waitress soon arrived wiht a tray of one dozen jumbo crabs. She dumped them right onto our table, slapping a roll of paper towels down as well. I noticed that my only utensils were a knife and a wooden mallet. When asking the waitress if I needed a fork, she laughed. I was supposed to eat this with my hands?

I also noticed – my crab was not blue, but red. Here’s why:
When alive, the shell of the blue crab has a bluish tint. However, after steaming and cooking, the crab takes on a reddish tone, a similar effect you might have seen with shrimp and lobster. The cause is pretty technical, involving a chemical called astaxanthin, from which I will kindly spare you the details.
(Thanks to http://www.bluecrab.info/cooking_faq.htm for this explanation)

I quickly learned that eating whole crabs is quite the art:
First you must remove the two front claws, and save them to eat later. Next, you use your knife to cut out the apron, which is the “T” shaped part on the crab’s underbelly. Now you can pry the hard top shell off of the crab and open it up. Here’s where it gets a little gross – it’s a whole crab, so everything’s still there, including the intestines, liver and a disturbing mustard colored substance. Don’t eat any of it, just scrap it out quickly. Make sure to remove the lungs too, they actually look just like crab meat. And try not to confuse the lungs with crabmeat, like I did. Gross.

Now just break the crab in half to expose the meat. There’s also meat in the smaller legs attached; they can be cracked opened easily. For the two large claws, it’s helpful to use the mallet to crack them open. Surprisingly, you don’t need to use very much force with the mallet. The first time I was a bit overambitious, splattering both crab shell and crab juice all over my face.

Crab meat is juicy, sweet and delicious. I also enjoyed the seasoning, which tasted a bit like Old Bay, another Baltimore staple, on top of the crabs. I found that dipping the meat in melted butter and then its seasoning was especially tasty.

Six crabs later, I was more than stuffed. My fingers, smelling intensely of crab, were covered in orange colored seasoning. The orangey powder had also somehow splattered all over my white skirt. Rule of thumb: don’t wear white when you eat crabs. Wadded up paper towels, crab uts,legs and shells covered the table. It was a mess, but one that was well worth it.

No crabhouse is “cheap,” but L.P. Steamers is a bit more reasonably priced than Obrycki’s, one of the more talked about crabhouses in Baltimore. If you’re looking for good crabs in an authentic, unpretentious setting, I’d definitely recommend L.P. Steamers.

My first Baltimore crab experience – a success!

Check out lpsteamers.com for more information

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Champagne mangoes


I bought a Champagne mango the other day from Whole Foods, thinking it was just a baby mango. However, upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was something completely different – the Ataulfo, or Champagne mango, is a pint-sized version of the Mexican treat (thanks to http://www.champagnemango.com/ for explaining this to me). Its shape is oval, with a slight upwards curve. While most mangoes I’ve seen have a mostly yellow skin with splashes of green and red, the Champagne mango is a deep golden yellow all over. I had no idea these existed!

Because of its smaller size, I found the Champagne mango a bit more difficult to cut and dice. Treating the mango like its larger counterpart, I sliced around its core and cut each piece into small sections. One of these mangoes doesn't go very far, so I'd recommend buying at least two or three. Upon taking my first bite, I was surprised by its rich, bright flavors. Just like a conventional mango, but its flavor concentrated into a burst of intense juicy sweetness.

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Lake Trout

After living in Baltimore for 3 years, I finally tasted its ubiquitous fast food – the Lake Trout. Lake Trout is typically breaded, deep-fried white fish served either alone or between two slices of white bread, often with fries on the side. Sounds a little like fish and chips, right? Not at all. In fact, Lake Trout doesn’t come from a lake, nor is it even trout. Lake Trout is actually Atlantic Whiting, a white fish caught in the Atlantic. Whiting is plentiful and less expensive than lake trout, which are actually quite rare. The most convincing reason for the misnomer was that restaurants featuring the fish decided that the name “Lake Trout” was more appealing than “Atlantic Whiting,” was to customers.


There are numerous restaurants and joints that feature Lake Trout on their menu in Baltimore, the closest to me being Sea Blue on Greenmount Avenue. This carry-out only place is a tiny blue wooden building on a street corner. There is no indoor seating, and only a window from which to order your food. Along with Lake Trout, Sea Blue offers other fried specialties such as wings and chicken tenders. This was my one and only chance to order Lake Trout, so I went for it. My order arrived unpretentiously in a box – two pieces of Lake Trout served on top on shoestring fries. The Lake Trout was seasoned with spices, giving the otherwise tasteless fish a bit of flavor. However, because I had no expectations as to how good Lake Trout should taste, it was impossible to be truly disappointed.

Perhaps I should have tried King's Fried Chicken, another Greenmount area restaurant that also serves lake trout. I have heard of other places in town that can serve up a really good Lake Trout, including The Roost on Reisterstown Road. Reviews say that The Roost’s Lake Trout is thick, lightly breaded and surprisingly not greasy.

Lake Trout is not something I can eat everyday, but when I do eat it, it gives me a sense of the place and character that is Baltimore.

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