I find it amusing that the weekends I most often miss a Flyover Friday post are the weekends when I myself am traveling somewhere in the Midwest. Last weekend, I was in Minneapolis for the second Beersball outing of the summer -- more on that later this week -- and as a result, you didn't get a post. This weekend, I was all over the Madison metro area, so it's not a skipped week, only a late, Labor Day Monday edition of Flyover Friday.
The only intimate conversations I’m having at a barbecue place are between me and the meat. Crowds don’t matter. The review doesn’t say much about the specific merits of the meats, but I’m still sold.
Single visit, on opening weekend – this is not a proper review, even if it is positive.
God bless Libertine for continuing the bone luge phenomenon well past its trendiness. It almost seems like Weiss is unfamiliar. (The same is true of her characterization of poutine – a fried egg?) And how do you not note the Simpsons reference of the Tomacco Bloody Mary?
Counter service barbecue isn’t that unusual, and isn’t that how Milwaukee’s Speed Queen works? Odd that this would be picked as a standout feature. Anyway, barbecue. I like it.
I really like the opening scene of this review; Christians encapsulates the struggle to balance throwback and modernity. I’m so leery of Rare, as it just seems out of place even in a capital of state government.
Third graf: who’s “they”? This is one thing I’ve definitely taken to heart in my time writing for an edited publication; restaurants are Its, not Thems. Other than that quibble, this is a nice review of what sounds like a nice joint.
I like this review for what it says about the ongoing effort to rehabilitate Detroit. For that, Abraham’s focus on looks and aesthetic is valuable, and she does actually talk quite a bit about the food, too.
Detroit weighs in on the national tipping conversation with a tip-free teeny tiny café. I like it, but like Lothamer, I’d be inclined to wonder if it’s a model that can last at this scale.
Well, this is definitely not a positive review. It’s one of the more harsh criticisms I’ve included in the history of this column, in fact. Baehr went so far as to take a couple shots at the Crossing’s neighborhood, which might not be inaccurate, but are probably piling on. Such was the response that she’s issued further commentary, and even a measured apology.
The graf that ends with “Nobody, that’s who” could have come directly off of my very own fingertips. I don’t want to sound self-aggrandizing as a result, but this is a pretty excellent review.
Christensen spends too much of the review talking about the way this restaurant used to be. It’s pretty confusing, especially with his passive tone.
Editing’s a little too light-handed on this one, with two uses of the word scrumptious a few sentences apart (among a couple other small issues). I feel like an out-of-the-way review like this would have been better placed earlier in the summer.
Hi. I’m listing this week’s reviews in (more or less) chronological publication order, so here’s mine. I had a damn good time at Cento, though menu-to-plate accuracy was a problem and seasoning level seems uneven, given the reports I’ve gotten from friends.
A tidy little review, one that covers the basics well. The restaurant’s logo makes it seem like the owners are preparing multiple locations with different culinary heritages. Campus Grille: Italian, Campus Grille: Hungarian, Campus Grill: Criminal Intent.
I don’t know why, really, but it surprised me greatly that the native-French owner of this restaurant only has childhood vacation ties to the Milwaukee area. Must have been one hell of a trip.
Hey, if Omaha’s lacking for Southern food, why not open a place that serves a little of all the big styles? I’d go to town on a lot of those dishes.
Terrible opening line. Terrible. The rest is fine. Interesting that we get two dismissals of crab cakes this week. (Carol Deptolla’s Journal Sentinel review contains the other.)
Such a good review. A handful of L’s OL, great detail on complex dishes, and a historical long view. Froeb’s A-game is hard to beat.
Sula, another very talented critic, has been having some fun with us lately, I think. Opening his Bohemian House review with a fart aphorism is a ballsy move, but at least he resists the urge to return to it in summation at the end. I’m loving this new embrace of Central and Eastern European fare.