Hey, everybody remember April? Feels like a hundred years ago, and yesterday. I scheduled the Month of New project for April hoping for the least disruption, the fewest moments of "Aw, man, we can't go and do [some awesome-sounding event or one-off dinner] because we've been there before!" -- and I think it was the right call. But it was still hard.Read More
Well, I survived not having a Magic Coffee during the first outdoor farmers' market, and more importantly, I survived my wife not having one; she's very attached to Magic Coffee. We made our rounds of the Capitol Square, bought some veggies and cheese, and then jumped west of the Capitol and never looked back. All of this week's Month of New map pins are to the left of downtown.Read More
I tried to pick a month for this project with the fewest food temptations, and April's a really good month for that -- but man, try reminding my wife that we can't grab some Dumpling Haus dumplings before a Film Fest show at Sundance. It's not pretty. Hell, it's not pretty for me either. I love those things.
There have been some slightly absurd discussions between me and my wife about how we're going to handle various peculiarities of the month of new. Does a pour from a big batch of Graze's Magic Coffee really have to count as a made-to-order menu item if grocery store ready-to-eat sandwiches made in big batches don't? What's the policy on out-of-town venues like the smelt fry at the North Bristol Sports Club, or Mikey's in Plover? Would going to a new place more than once this month violate the rule if we'd never been to it prior to this month?Read More
I've been pestering my wife with the idea for a month and a half, and she has gamely agreed to play along. We've got a list, and whether it's a coffee and a scone or a proper sit-down dinner, we'll be visiting only restaurants/cafes/bars that at least one of us has never been to before.
We've witnessed at least one verifiable dining desert in the Hunger Danes so far (District 18), but friend of the column John Kovalic insists that he lives in another -- and by luck, we've drawn his district from the Very Official Brown Paper Bag of Numbers. It's District 25 -- Waunakee, Madison's neighbor to the northwest -- and we've visited the mysterious Spring Garden Restaurant.Read More
The majority of the Chowhound forums are divided geographically, and Wisconsin falls into the Great Lakes section. This lumps Madison in with cities from Illinois (excluding Chicago), Indiana, Michigan, Minnesota (excluding the Twin Cities), Ohio, and the rest of Wisconsin. Madison is the ninth largest city in the mix, while Milwaukee is the fourth.
Of course, you'd never know that by looking at the traffic in the Great Lakes section.Read More
The Major League Baseball winter meetings just wrapped up in December, as did the second annual Beersball Christmas bottle exchange (I got a Mobcraft Arabian Date Night, pretty excited tbqh*), and it's the end of the year -- okay, technically the start of a new one -- so what better time than now to look back on Beersball 2014? We hit two cities this year, and recommendations? We've got 'em.
Jenni and I started this project back in 2012, and we harbored notions of completing it before the end of her first term. Well, here we are in Season Two, and she's already been re-elected to a second term. We're happy to return to the Hunger Danes with a time-honored restaurant that neither of us, truth be told, had ever visited: Lombardino's.Read More
This is actually a post I'd been procrastinating on since March, when New York Times contributor and self-confessed joyless grump David Tanis wrote an article espousing anti-brunch, pro-lunch sentiments.Read More
Yesterday (March 14) was the 102nd anniversary of OREO's first trademark. The product name was first used back on March 6th of 1912, and it's been around ever since, a burr in Hydrox's saddle but a joy in everyone else's hearts.
Sure, I'm waxing rhapsodic over these sandwich cookies with waxy creme filling, but come on. There's something for everyone. Chocolate, frosting, crunch, sweet, guilt, indulgence, and now: collectibility. Yes, in the last few years, OREO has followed (some might say "led") the trend of variant flavors, seasonal flavors, weird-ass limited edition flavors. I've become something of a connoisseur.Read More
As an inveterate fan of a good pun -- the writerly love that dare not speak its name -- I fully expected Chef Tory Miller (Graze, L'Etoile) to dip into that well in naming his forthcoming restaurant in the Constellation building on East Washington and Livingston. L'Etoile means 'the star,' Constellation: It was too obvious. So props to Miller for sticking to what the restaurant itself will be about, and not just the building.Read More
Here we are at the end of another year, and changes are afoot behind the scenes at Irony or Mayo. There might even be a new look to the site in 2014, but I'm still hashing that out.
Starting in January, I'll be launching that roundup of Midwestern restaurant criticism I mentioned a while back. It'll run every week as a feature I'm calling Flyover Friday. (It'll run on Fridays, oddly enough.)
Before we get there, though, I'll have some closing out to do on 2013 items, including a little Kyle Ate Here action and my 2013 in review post.Read More
Today marked the final outdoor edition of the Dane County Farmers' Market on the Square, and it reminds me that the standard vegetable CSA season -- my first as a subscriber -- ended a few weeks ago. It's the kind of thing my wife and I had always wanted to do, but had never gotten our shit together enough to actually make happen.
When DLUX opened last year, it felt like a slightly different direction: slicked up rather than folksified. Glammy and a little boozy. Food Fight managing partner Caitlyn Suemnicht designed DLUX, and her latest creation, Bassett Street Brunch Club, continues in that evolution while managing to swing back around to diner fare. It's a minor stumper, but I think it ends up working.Read More
Like a ghostly voice on the wind, Kyle Ate Here returns to haunt your late October. Here are the clattering marrow bones and scraps of delicious flesh from my June, July, and August dining notes.
Biscuits and a hell of a lot of beer filled the weekend in ways we could only have hoped for going into the trip. The flight into Denver was uneventful and right on schedule, so we had time to unload our luggage at our friends' apartment before heading out for the first of three sessions at GABF.
I've been trying to think, over the last 24 hours, of an experience that equals -- or at least resembles -- the feeling of walking into an exhibition hall and seeing at most two dozen people and over 1,700 cheeses and knowing you can eat any of them. Maybe being the first freshman in line signing up for classes in high school, and all of the classes are, like, astronomy or something cool like that.
There's really no way to do the American Cheese Society's Festival of Cheese justice except to experience it. Not everyone liked astronomy as much as I did, anyway.Read More