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<!--Generated by Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.157 (http://www.squarespace.com) on Tue, 21 May 2013 02:01:22 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>A2GastroBoy Blog</title><subtitle>BLOG</subtitle><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2013-05-20T03:51:12Z</updated><generator uri="http://five.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace V5 Site Server v5.13.157 (http://www.squarespace.com)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Las Vegas | Neon Boneyard</title><category term="Steve Gradwohl"/><category term="Travel"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/las-vegas-neon-boneyard.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/las-vegas-neon-boneyard.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-05-20T02:12:16Z</published><updated>2013-05-20T02:12:16Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>This post is dedicted to the Memory of <strong><a href="http://www.annarbor.com/news/u-m-physician-killed-in-weekend-crash-drew-praise-from-patients-colleagues/">Dr. Steven E. Gradwohl</a>, </strong>or as I knew him, "Stevie G."</p>
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<p><span style="color: #131313;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/picture/img_0194.jpg?pictureId=18044737&amp;asGalleryImage=true&amp;__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1369021557473" alt="" /></span></span>This weekend I was in Vegas. That's where I got the call. Stevie G is dead. While the english language is a mighty tool, words alone will never adequately describe grief. I was gutted. &nbsp;I was in no condition to hit the Vegas Strip. But there I was.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">It&rsquo;s relevant to know that I have a passion for historic neon signs.&nbsp; To get some space and collect my thoughts I went out to the Neon Boneyard, a two-acre site owned and operated by an </span><span style="color: #262626;">organization dedicated to collecting, preserving, studying and exhibiting iconic Las Vegas signs. It was a perfect respite.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #262626;">While I wandered the dessert that afternoon I spent a lot of energy processing my thoughts about Stevie G. It struck me that while many folks will remember Steve as a doctor, a proud Field Hockey father, a runner, a cast member in multiple Burns Park plays&hellip;I know Steve as a foodie.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, Steve&rsquo;s had a significant role in many A2GastroBoy articles.</span></p>
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<ul>
<li><span style="color: #262626;">Steve was the first friend to get home delivery for freshly roasted [Mighty Good] Coffee. It was Steve who would encourage me to try it, inspiring my piece on Coffee. [</span><a href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/my-brew-heaven.html">LINK</a><span style="color: #262626;">]&nbsp;</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #262626;">When I wrote about steak, it was because of a weekend with Steve. The lead photo is of a meal he and I cooked together. [</span><a href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/meat-is-good-the-steak-episode.html">LINK</a><span style="color: #262626;">]</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #262626;">It was Steve who taught me one of the best Daddy meals known to man, &ldquo;Hot Dog on a Stick.&rdquo; I detailed it in my piece about Hot Dogs in April 2012. [</span><a href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/dog-gone-it.html">LINK</a><span style="color: #262626;">]&nbsp;</span></li>
<li>And perhaps my favorite Stevie G food memories came last fall on a trip to Dallas. Eight of us had dinner at Nobu &ndash; the chef&rsquo;s tasting menu and many bottles of wine. It was an epic meal. Now, you need to appreciate that Steve was a frugal man. And while Steve ate well, he would never treat himself to meals this extravagant. When the bill came he was absolutely taken aback. It was so out of character for his financial sensibilities that he kept a copy of the check as souvenir. This is the same man who often reminded me, &ldquo;when the money&rsquo;s tight the Rock is right.&rdquo; Referring of course to his willingness to drink Rolling Rock Beer.</li>
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<p>I will miss you Stevie G. The world is a better place because of you. I am humbled and honored to call you my friend. This slide show is for you.&nbsp;</p>
<p><div id="squarespace-slideshow-wrapper-1369016476" rel="519988ade4b0f2d5763b4572" class="ss-slideshow-v2"></div></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A2GB Dining Guide: Petoskey</title><category term="American Spoon"/><category term="Beard's Brewing"/><category term="Chandler's"/><category term="Papa Lou's"/><category term="Petoskey"/><category term="Petoskey Brewing"/><category term="Travel"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/a2gb-dining-guide-petoskey.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/a2gb-dining-guide-petoskey.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-05-06T04:01:55Z</published><updated>2013-05-06T04:01:55Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span>While I call Ann Arbor home, my Michigan heart lives north of the 45</span><sup>th</sup><span>&nbsp;parallel.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: black;">As a sprout I spent summers on Torch Lake or the Leelanau Peninsula. I grew accustomed to small towns short on amenities and long on charm. These havens were a cleansing respite, a welcome escape from the concrete brown fields of downstate. From Alden to Northport to Frankfort I fell in love with lake living. &nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: black;">As a man-child I won the proverbial lottery. I married into 200 feet of frontage on Walloon Lake. What&rsquo;s even more amazing is the knowledge that this northern homestead sits perfectly between Boyne City, Charlevoix and Petoskey. It&rsquo;s a Gastronomic isosceles Triangle. And just around the Bay is Harbor Springs, yet another gemstone community. Life is good &ndash; and that is not lost on me.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p>And now it&rsquo;s spring; time to put the dock in; time to renew the fishing license; time to plan my summer up north.&nbsp; In the last few weeks I&rsquo;ve become completely preoccupied with plans for summer; daydreams about kayaks and coffee, sport boats and sunsets.</p>
<p>Perhaps you too will spend time up north this summer. Perhaps you&rsquo;re a transplant just learning the grandeur of &ldquo;up north.&rdquo; In either case, I thought it might be of interest to share some of my favorite gastronomic landmarks.</p>
<p>Last year I wrote a piece defining two separate &ldquo;up north&rsquo; territories [<a href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/up-north-part-one.html">LINK</a>]. Even in that paradigm, limiting my focus to one territory it too broad for a single post. This piece will focus specifically on Petoskey. In the future I&rsquo;ll separate pieces for each additional northern community.</p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 120%;"><strong>BREAKFAST</strong></span></p>
<p>Ahhh, the most important meal of the day... That said it&rsquo;s rare that I eat out for an up north breakfast. I much prefer watching the sunrise from my kayak and returning home for an omelet with the family. Still, there are times when I find myself in town before noon.&nbsp; For those occasions I&rsquo;ve developed two wonderful breakfast rituals.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 75px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/JT.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367678910114" alt="" /></span></span>Julienne Tomatoes:</span> Imagine Marge&rsquo;s diner meets a northern farm stand. With warm wood floors and vintage furniture JT oozes with charm. The menu is concise; basic fare with loving care.&nbsp; And while I may loose my man card for admitting it, I&rsquo;m grown fond of their quiche. JT also makes great sandwiches for a casual lunch.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/Olive.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367678791713" alt="" /></span></span>Twisted Olive Caf&eacute;:</span> There are two distinct sides to Petoskey. Just as Julienned Tomatoes is quaint and humble, the Twisted Olive has an air of sophistication. At JT folks read the bulletin board. At Twisted Olive guests bring in the New York Times. The menu is heavily influenced by the Mediterranean diet. And they make a mean Croque Madame. In the last year Twisted Olive has expanded to include evening service. The menu looks very promising.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">LUNCH</strong></p>
<p>Really? Who goes out for lunch when you&rsquo;re on the lake? Get out and enjoy life. Move on.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">DINNER</strong></p>
<p>While I love to eat at the cottage for the first half of the day, I relish an evening out on the town. &nbsp;Here are some options for a superb supper.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/photo%205.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367677277332" alt="" /></span></span>Chandlers:</span>&nbsp; There&rsquo;s no secret that Chandlers is the perennial favorite in Petoskey. It&rsquo;s the undisputed leader in all of Emmett County. Here&rsquo;s why I love Chandlers&hellip;Psyche! I would tell you all about it, but frankly I&rsquo;m already annoyed at the crowd of DBs from Bay Harbor who look like they&rsquo;re going clubbing. Find somewhere else...perhaps Odawa. (HINT: amazing atmosphere, great wine list, even better cocktails, BFF servers and steak tartare).</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">American Spoon Caf&eacute;</span>: There&rsquo;s a new option in town from a surprisingly familiar face. &nbsp;For years American Spoon has been a staple for jams and jellies. Last summer our boy Justin recruited some up north culinary heavies (can you say Tapawingo) and expanded the caf&eacute; from gelato and coffee to full meals. Yes, the gingham shirts and white beadboard wainscoting is a bit puritan-preppie. Having said that they&rsquo;ve created one of the finer menus north in all of northern <span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/photo%204.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367677307219" alt="" /></span></span>Michigan.&nbsp; And while many things are superb, I am downright nuts for the burger, house made pickles and green bean salad. Enjoy.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Palette Bistro</span>: The fine folks who&rsquo;ve previously brought you Parkside Grill and Roast &amp; Toast have done a complete remodel of the of former Andante building.&nbsp; I dare say you may not recognize the place. Fear not, the dining room lakeside view is in tact. I&rsquo;m particularly fond of the upper level deck and the small charming bar area. Service, menu and bar were solid.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">PROVISIONING</strong></p>
<p>Here&rsquo;s the real story. Yes, restaurants are stunning. Still, the best moments exist when we provide for ourselves; when we hunt and forage and cook on an open fire. Here&rsquo;s a few of my favorite Petoskey food sources.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/photo%202.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367677183657" alt="" /></span></span>Jonecheck [Centennial] Farms</span> (tendersweetcorn.com): Have you heard the term, &ldquo;knee high by the fourth of July?&rdquo; It&rsquo;s true. Each July I pass Jonecheck Farm anxiously waiting for August when we make daily stops to buy fresh corn picked daily and a bouquet for the table. Get there early, as they&rsquo;re prone to run out. You can also pick-up heirloom tomatoes, salad mix and a few other seasonal gems.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Tannery Creek Meat Market</span>: With so much produce in season it&rsquo;s easy to overlook the proteins. Thankfully we have the Tannery to keep us honest. This is a classic butcher, a shrine to meat. I feel more masculine every time I <span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 150px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/photo%203.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367677416307" alt="" /></span></span>enter. And the entire staff is engaging and helpful. Dig it. Side note, they also stock some great craft beers. That one less stop on the way back.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Johan&rsquo;s Bakery</span>: I&rsquo;m on record saying that you can&rsquo;t get a decent bagel in Petoskey. I stand by that assessment. Here&rsquo;s another option &ndash; pastry. My father in law has established a family ritual of finishing brunch at the lake with a Johan&rsquo;s pecan roll or sticky bun. You may ask, dessert at Breakfast? Sure. You&rsquo;re on the lake. Live a little. And randomly they have a large parrot in the lobby. So there&rsquo;s that.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">BEER</strong></p>
<p>I&rsquo;ll be honest, while Michigan is a top-5 craft brewing state Petoskey has not historically been a source of interest for the brewing enthusiast. It appears that may be changing. In the last few months&rsquo; two separate breweries have tapped the scene.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 100px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/BEARDS.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367678844027" alt="" /></span></span>Beards Brewery:</span>&nbsp;While I&rsquo;ve yet to cross the threshold, all signs point towards an amazing existence. Beards is a small niche brewery in every fashion. Tucked away behind a few shops on Howard St., two buddies have grown their home brewing hobby into an admirable small barrel brew house. I&rsquo;d heard they are brewing a fair amount of session beers, yet their web site current lists some pretty interesting beers with serious ABVs. In either case &ndash; I&rsquo;m excited of the prospect of having someplace to hideout while Mrs. GastroBoy subsidizes the local economy on Lake Street.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 175px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/P%20BREWING.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367679001099" alt="" /></span></span>Petoskey Brewing</span>:&nbsp;If these guys have their way every restaurant in Emmett County will be serving Petoskey Brewing beers. They&rsquo;re aggressively pursuing distribution. Clearly more commercially driven that Beards, still early reports on the beer are favorable. I&rsquo;m enjoying the photos of their building. They&rsquo;ve renovated an iconic landmark along 119 that was once, you guessed it, a brewery.&nbsp; And as a bonus, it&rsquo;s also easily accessible from the county bike trail. Um honey, I&rsquo;m going for a long <em>&ldquo;bike ride.&rdquo;</em></p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">Honorable Mention &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</strong>So, that it&rsquo;s; my primer on Petoskey. Yes, I&rsquo;m sure I&rsquo;ve offended some with what I&rsquo;ve left out. Still, this is enough to wet your whistle. Before I go however, I will give you one last treat. I can&rsquo;t write a piece about Petoskey without giving some major props to Papa Lou&rsquo;s. It&rsquo;s become our go-to joint for watching games during football season. But that&rsquo;s not why I mention it.</p>
<p>Last season I witnessed something peculiar upstairs at Papa Lou&rsquo;s. They were installing swings. Think about that. Right? It didn&rsquo;t make sense. Then I came back in the fall and witnessed something that can&rsquo;t be unseen. Nothing says Girls Gone Wild, or in this case, Bunko Bettys gone Bizerk, like swings in a bar. Thank you Papa. Thank you for reminding us that Fudgies are alive and well. Here&rsquo;s your moment of Zen. &nbsp;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 600px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/petoskey/photo%201.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1367679132735" alt="" /></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Food Goes Social</title><category term="Bona Sera"/><category term="Commentary "/><category term="Feastly"/><category term="Selma"/><category term="blendabout"/><category term="dishcrawl.com"/><category term="edible lab"/><category term="myfab4.com"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/food-goes-social.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/food-goes-social.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-04-18T04:01:30Z</published><updated>2013-04-18T04:01:30Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Author&rsquo;s disclaimer: I am in no way associated to any of the businesses mentioned in this piece.&nbsp; This is not an advertorial and no animals were harmed in the making of this episode.</p>
<p>&nbsp;<span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/059-social/friends-with-kids-dinner-scene.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365954550658" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Guess what I just heard&hellip; Some people actually enjoy the company of others. Crazy, right?</p>
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<p>For years I&rsquo;ve been called anti-social, a curmudgeon, or simply a dick. Well guess what all you judgmental, emotionally co-dependant bastards? I&rsquo;m not anti-social. &nbsp;There&rsquo;s a clinical explanation for my demeanor. &nbsp;According to the Myers-Briggs personality test I&rsquo;m an introvert. More specifically, I&rsquo;m an INTJ (note: while that explains a lot, I may also be a dick).</p>
<p>As an introvert, I&rsquo;ve never understood the draw to social events. Yes, I value professional networking. And I can excuse mating rituals (aka blind dates, speed dating, desperate divorcee&rsquo;s at the Habitat Lounge, etc.). But aside from professional or sexual advancement why would anyone willingly spend time with strangers?</p>
<p>Apparently I&rsquo;m in the minority. In 2000 I joined forced with the other team.&nbsp; I married a &ldquo;<em>People Person</em>.&rdquo; At first it was thrilling, almost voyeuristic. She talked to <em>real life strangers</em>. &nbsp;On planes, instead of hiding in a magazine we spoke to the people sitting next to us. At restaurants we chatted-up everyone from the host to wait staff to the table across the way with an interesting scarf. And guess what happened? These people spoke back. We learned things. We laughed. We made friends. Bizarre, right?!</p>
<p>Since that time I&rsquo;ve been thrust into a constant stream of forced socialization. Apparently when you make a new acquaintance it&rsquo;s customary to address them on your next encounter. My fortress of social-solitude has been obliterated. I can&rsquo;t even go grocery shopping without the dreaded &ldquo;stop and chat.&rdquo; But I digress.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">Social Media Makes Food Social</strong></p>
<p>So perhaps you&rsquo;re not as lucky as GastroBoy. Maybe you don&rsquo;t have a personal social planner. Ans perhaps, unlike me, you don't prefer eating alone at the bar. Food is inherently social. How do you find folks to dine with? How do you justify cooking an entire roast when you live alone? Look no further. There&rsquo;s an app for that.</p>
<p>Have you ever learned a strange new word and then heard it used three times in the next week? &nbsp;Recently I heard about a new &ldquo;social media&rdquo; app for creating meet-ups at local restaurants. Within days I read about a separate web service that helps folks find pub-crawl style restaurant tours; then anther servied came into my news stream, and another. Suddenly there&rsquo;s an entire&nbsp; category of social media dining services.&nbsp;</p>
<p>As an introvert I see these services as riddled with conflict. As a social capitalist I&rsquo;m intrigued. Each offers a unique consumer proposition. More curiously, each has a built in model for monetization and scale. Can they really make it? Will users flock or is it a ridiculous exploit &ndash; AKA &ndash; Are they Rad or Fad? Let&rsquo;s review.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">Bringing Strangers Together in Public (AKA Meet ups)</strong></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/059-social/Blend%20About.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365734667074" alt="" /></span></span>BlendAbout.com <em>(find New Places to Eat and Cool People to Meet)</em></span>:</span> Here&rsquo;s the set-up&hellip;BlendAbouts social dining service matches you with like-minded folks for group meals at local restaurants. According to their pitch, there&rsquo;s no awkward 1:1s &ndash; safety in numbers. &nbsp;So basically it&rsquo;s a marketing service for group events. Theoretically you&rsquo;ll receive a special chef&rsquo;s menu or unique experience. &nbsp;I call bullshit. While the concept is genius, the reality is a social club for mouth-breathers. Most noteworthy restaurants already offer chef's experience events. And EVERY restaurat accommodates solo diners. Are there really that many folks who need a service to dine out?&nbsp;</p>
<p>VERDICT: GastrobBoy says FAD.</p>
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<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/059-social/dishcrawl-philly-300uw.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365734695865" alt="" /></span></span>DishCrawl.com</span>: Here's a curious take...DishCrawl distinguishes from BlendAbout by adding the Pub-Crawl format. For a flat fee strangers receive an evening guaranteed to include multiple stops. Frankly, unless it&rsquo;s on a Tuesday I don&rsquo;t see the draw for restaurants to participate. Let&rsquo;s say the facilitators are able to secure worthwhile destinations. What&rsquo;s the appeal to participants?&nbsp; How many meals can you have in one night? The success hinges on the facilitators ability to create worthwhile themes within close proximity. I see a lot of beer and cocktails in their future &ndash; ergo the Ann Arbor&rsquo;s Artini event. It may also take off as a turn-key social event for busy friends who shudder athte idea of planning thier own night out.&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">VERDICT</span>: Rad (just barely)</p>
<p>AUTHOR&rsquo;s NOTE: In Michigan Motor City Brew Tours already has the beer angle wrapped up &ndash; FTW.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">Bringing Strangers Together in Private [Homes]</strong></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Feastly.com (<em>Authentic Food with Real People)</em></span>: Looking for something a little more authentic and intimate? Perhaps you love to cook Paella but live alone and can&rsquo;t justify the large grocery bill. Feastly creates a venue for cooks and &ldquo;feasters&rdquo; to hook-up for home-cooked meals in a private residence. &ldquo;Feasters&rdquo; help pay for the groceries and enjoy a meal unavailable to the masses.&nbsp; The service is currently in private beta. &nbsp;Like AirBNB or VRBO, there&rsquo;s an inherent level of risk. Having said that, I feel as though this is one of the coolest ways technology is being used to bring people together. I foresee niche home-chefs becoming sought after underground stars. It may also serve as a powerful incubator for promising restraunteurs.</p>
<p>VERDICT: Very, Very Rad.</p>
<p>&nbsp;<span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 600px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/059-social/Feastly.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365734727139" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">Laggards Are People Too</strong></p>
<p>Perhaps this whole social media &lsquo;thang just aint your bag. There are still ways for the less tech-savvy foodies to commune with total strangers.&nbsp; Here&rsquo;s a few &ldquo;web 1.0&rdquo; Ann Arbor foodie networks.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Bona Sera Super Club</span> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;While most of their energy of late has been directed towards running Ypsilanti&rsquo;s newest caf&eacute;, the power duo of Bad Fairy &amp; Wonder Woman manage to fit in an occasional secret dinner club event from time to time. &nbsp;The venues are constantly changing and the menus are always epic. Follow them on Facebook or Twitter for the inside scoop.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Tammy&rsquo;s Tastings / TT Super Club</span> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Theoretically this is similar to Bona Sera, though I have no personal experience. Lately it appears as though Tammy is spending more energy on hosting cocktail classes. Be forewarned, if you attend one of these classes you may be forced to don cheap Hawaiian Lei&rsquo;s while making Tiki drinks at a &ldquo;prohibition&rdquo; bar.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Edible Lab</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Imagine all of the best parts about a cooking class combined with the social excitement of a secret Popup caf&eacute;. Welcome to the Edible Lab, the brainchild of local boy Aaron Van Dyke. Recent events have included poultry butchery and Paella making. Here&rsquo;s hoping Aaron keeps it up for a long time to come.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Caf&eacute; Selma</span>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Of course the best way to commune with strangers over a nourishing meal is by visiting Selma Caf&eacute;. Get there early, pay generously and don&rsquo;t park within two blocks! THIS JUST IN.... Cafe Selma will be on Hiatus until further notice. Read all aout it here ... <a href="http://annarborchronicle.com/2013/04/13/city-notifies-selma-cafe-of-zoning-violation/">[LINK]</a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>WILD CARD: MyFab5</strong></p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 300px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/059-social/myFab5-logo-original.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365734767935" alt="" /></span></span>Since we&rsquo;re talking about food and social media I thought I&rsquo;d mention Ann Arbor&rsquo;s newest tech start-up, MyFab5. Seperate from in-personal social events there's a host of web and mobile apps designed to make food social. These apps focus on ratings, sharing photos, reccomendations, etc. They are the Yelps, Urbanspoon, Foodspotting, yada, yada, yada.</p>
<p>Some enterprising local minds have come up with a new take on these apps to help &ldquo;simplify the way people recommend their favorite places and find the best places.&rdquo; In theory it&rsquo;s a pretty powerful concept. I travel a lot, and I have a lot of Facebook friends in other area codes. The idea of harnessing their experience is encouraging. Wouldn't it simplify travel planning if you knew what Portland restaurants your Northwest foodie friends prefered? Still, success relies upon each of these folks actively engaging in a rating system.</p>
<p>There&rsquo;s no saying what makes an app successful&hellip;satisfying an unmet consumer need, popular early adopters or just plain luck. Whatever it is, here&rsquo;s best wishes to the folks at Fab5. Check&rsquo;em out.&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Have you used any of these services? Do they excite you? Disgust you? Click "Comment" and share.&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The Class of 2013 | A2GB's Spring Restaurant Review</title><category term="Juicy Kitchen"/><category term="Mark's Carts"/><category term="Restaurants"/><category term="Satchel's"/><category term="What Crepe?"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/the-class-of-2013-a2gbs-spring-restaurant-review.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/the-class-of-2013-a2gbs-spring-restaurant-review.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-04-08T04:00:11Z</published><updated>2013-04-08T04:00:11Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Ann Arbor has long been a dining haven within Southeast Michigan.&nbsp; Still, I have never seen a time when so many interesting new restaurants opened in such quick succession. I thought you might appreciate the play-by-play from the mind of GastroBoy.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/arbor-hills-crossing1.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365295374284" alt="" /></span></span>Washtenaw Ave. Put&rsquo;s on Big Girl Pants</strong></p>
<p>Let&rsquo;s face it, Maple Village is the only real estate uglier than Washtenaw Avenue. I have NEVER been excited about entering the Washtenaw corridor, let alone eating there (save for Satchel&rsquo;s!). Having said that, this summer we welcome a new chapter in suburban retail &ndash; Arbor Hills Crossing. It&rsquo;s shaping up to be a brilliant estrogen playground housing brands like LuLu Lemon, Hot Mama, Sur La Table and Arhaus. It wouldn&rsquo;t shock me if the next tenant announced is a colonic yoga spa or some nouveau female-centric beauty merchant (this just in&hellip;it&rsquo;s Running Fit!).</p>
<p>And what&rsquo;s a fancy shopping trip without some fashionable noshing? Thanks to these boutiques the marketers of Arbor Hills Crossing have been able to lure high-brow dining concepts. Rest assured, there will be NO resurrection of the Hibachi Grill in this &ldquo;Life Style Center.&rdquo; Here&rsquo;s what we know so far (beyond the fact that parking will suck; if at all possible walk or ride your bike).</p>
<ul>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/BIga.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365295416243" alt="" /></span></span>Pizzeria BIGA</span>: You may be familiar with [James Beard recognized] Chef Luciano Del Signore as the proprietor of Southfield&rsquo;s Bacco Ristonante. It&rsquo;s a perennial favorite in the Metro Detroit scene. In the last few years Chef Luciano has been growing his empire with multiple locations of a casual yet stylish Neapolitan Pizza concept. It&rsquo;s not entirely unlike Mani in format, though I would argue that in execution they have significantly different personalities. Expect it to become an instant success.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Caf&eacute; Zola East</span> [Name yet to be determined]: This is a curious development. Since opening Cafe Zola in 1996 owners Hediye Batu and Alan Zakalik have been slow to expand. While Zola&rsquo;s a regular on our dining circuit, it&rsquo;s a bit too predictable. &nbsp;It&rsquo;s become a laughing point that their &ldquo;specials&rdquo; never change. They&rsquo;re simply unprinted extensions of the standard menu. Adding curiosity to &ldquo;Caf&eacute; Zola East&rdquo; is the lack of details provided. Will it mirror their current format? Likely not. My guess is that they will create an equally thoughtful menu with a slightly tangential tone, and given the location, it will be mindful of broader tastes (that&rsquo;s shorthand for catering to less sophisticated strip-mall diners).</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Concept Yet to Be Announced</span>: It&rsquo;s been said that there will be three restaurants. While I have NO inside information, anticipate the third to be a more casual (less expensive) concept. Perhaps a caf&eacute; with post-spa coffee, smoothies and anything Acacia Berry. Or perhaps and equally chick-friendly soup and salad concept.</li>
</ul>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>NOTE: Don&rsquo;t forget that right across the street we&rsquo;ll soon see Michigan&rsquo;s first Elevation Burger open. Hazzah!</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Mid-Town Fills In</strong></p>
<p>Despite a cleaver campaign Wafel Shop seems intent on promoting, I refuse to call this the Dessert District (OK - so maybe it's growing on me).&nbsp; We now have a contiguous stream of interesting concepts along the previously deserted [not desserted &ndash; see what I did there?] walk between Campus and Main Street. Two of the last gaps to fill-in saw tenants open their doors in February.</p>
<ul>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 100px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/wafel_shop.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365296309533" alt="" /></span></span>Wafel Shop</span> It&rsquo;s exactly what it sounds like&hellip;a shop that sells waffles; amazing, gooey, tasty, desert-style waffles. They&rsquo;re brilliant.&nbsp; The Diabetes epidemic is in no danger of ending on this block. &nbsp;</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">What Crepe?</span> While I love this restaurant, the name may prove deceptive and limiting. Most ethnocentric Americans consider crepes to be &ldquo;fancy pancakes.&rdquo; Perhaps the owners have more faith in Ann Arborite&rsquo;s worldly experience than old man GastroBoy. In either case, I wish them well. The savory side of the menu is a charming and unique addition to town. And adding a bar stop along this lone dry block is icing on the &ldquo;crepe.&rdquo;</li>
</ul>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>The Rise of Quality-Casual</strong></p>
<p>There&rsquo;s historically been an affluent, almost elitism surrounding great taste. If diners were pinched for time or money they were relegated to the greasy-spoon, fast-food, take-out hell. &nbsp;Thanks to the culinary revolution we&rsquo;re finally starting to see real flavor progress in the lower ticket dining space.</p>
<ul>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 45px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/Lunch%20Room.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365295900550" alt="" /></span></span>Lunch Room</span>: The fine folks behind one of Ann Arbor&rsquo;s favorite food carts are graduating to brick and mortar, filling in a sweet space behind Monahan&rsquo;s fish market. Look for them to get mobbed by Commi-High kids and vegan-minded folks visiting the farmers market. Thanks for proving vegan doesn&rsquo;t mean bland.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 50px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/JK.LOGO.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365295561656" alt="" /></span></span>Juicy Kitchen</span>: Speaking of adding a healthy-conscious bend to flavorfully casual, the West side recently welcomed Juicy Kitchen. This is another example of incubating businesses taking the next step in 2013. Congratulations. Author&rsquo;s Note: though they often sell out, Juicy Kitchen carries some killer all-natural energy bars made in Detroit that make Cliff bars look like feces.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 50px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/Belly-Deli-300x300.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365295538200" alt="" /></span></span>Belly Deli:</span> Let&rsquo;s face it, there hasn&rsquo;t been any real flavor innovation in the sandwich category since the 1990&rsquo;s Mediteranean Aioli-Pesto-Ciabatta-Panini craze. &nbsp;Now the sandwich category has finally caught up with the rest of the food world and started mining Asian flavors. Virtually overnight Bahn Mi has become the newest 'it girl', a Vietnamese Lena Dunham. The fine folks at No Thai are the first one locally to dedicate brick and mortar to the concept.&nbsp; Their Belly Deli concept (Gourmet Asian Sandwiches) is well played. Expect many more players in the new category. Go Sans Street go!&nbsp;</li>
</ul>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Cart Craze Continues</strong></p>
<p>Our Hero Mark Hodesh and his Mark&rsquo;s Carts have done more than revitalized a quiet block of downtown, they&rsquo;ve made going out for lunch cool again.&nbsp; And while it would be poor form not to acknowledge Ann Arbor has long had hot dog carts, this may finally be the year Ann Arbor sees food carts take residence along city streets.&nbsp;</p>
<ul>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 100px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/class-of-2013/KitchenSinkLogo.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1365296404783" alt="" /></span></span>Mark&rsquo;s Carts Class of 2013</span>: Mark&rsquo;s Carts will be back in full force this season. As of today I&rsquo;ve already had some warm buns from Sans Street. I&rsquo;m beyond excited to hear that Satchel&rsquo;s BBQ is joining the ranks. We&rsquo;ll also see a new authentic Mexican cart named El Manantial, though they were not at the April 1<sup>st</sup> preview day so I have little perspective. The roster rounds out with the return of forementioned Sans Street, Hut-K, Cheese Dream, Darcy&rsquo;s Cart, Beet Box and A2 Pizza. What are you waiting for &ndash; get the hell outside for lunch this summer.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Number 9 Burgers</span>: I was pulling for Rodney that his opening would have been on the 2012 highlight reel. Alas &ndash; this is the year. Keep your eyes peeled for a shiny new cart somewhere near campus.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Kitchen Sink Cart</span>: According to Twitter and sparse website kitchensinkcart.com, Ann Arbor should anticipate another witty-named cart serving&hellip;um, I have no idea. Still, the prospect is charming. Go Andrew Go.</li>
</ul>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Wild Cards / Death Watch / In Memorial</strong></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Seva</span>: Perhaps you&rsquo;ve heard the news&hellip;our long-time staple of Liberty Street hippi food has lost their lease. Don&rsquo;t fret. The grape vine is alive with rumors about their next home. Stay tuned. I&rsquo;m more nervous about the Comedy Club. They&rsquo;ve been able to inhabit the basement for years. It&rsquo;ll be tough to find a new adequate and affordable home.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Blimpy Burger</span>: Unless you live under a rock you&rsquo;ve definitely heard this news. U of M is now the owner of Blimpy&rsquo;s building. As a result Blimpy will leave the space sometime around art fair. The real estate hunt is on. Even Vegas odds makers are having trouble handicapping this one. Cross your fingers.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Melting Pot</span>: Really? It&rsquo;s still here? When is this lease up and WHO is eating there? Are there that many U of M students and visiting parents who lack taste?</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Kuroshio</span>: For the record, I wish nothing but good fortune on this family. Having said that, every sign (including picket signs) points towards a difficult way forward. Godspeed.&nbsp;</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Mercy&rsquo;s</span>: This team is trying to do what no man (or woman) has done before, succeed with a fine dining restaurant in the heart of campus. Without even considering the menu I question whether that location can drive sustainable traffic at a fine dining price point.&nbsp; I hope it can. They&rsquo;ve made it two years and the Mercy family are fabulous people. They&rsquo;ve recently opened for lunch. If you&rsquo;re near campus please stop in.</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">In Memorial - Grand Traverse Pie Company</span> [E. Liberty location]: It breaks my heart to see good money go down the drain. It&rsquo;s even worse when you know there&rsquo;s hard-earned family savings at stake. The fine folks behind this endeavor, and now Rocky Mountain Chocolate as well,&nbsp; have learned a difficult lesson in business and site planning. I&rsquo;m happy for the Pie Co. that their Zeeb Road location remains.</li>
</ul>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>Dream Sequence</strong></p>
<p>Ok &ndash; here&rsquo;s my last thought. What does Ann Arbor still need? What else could succeed in this congested and competitive market? Here&rsquo;s an idea. Follow me&hellip;</p>
<p>Chicken and the Egg: New concepts have no chance in suburban retail locations; leases are too valuable for developers to take a risk on an unproven concept and customers are too &ldquo;white bread&rdquo; to support something new unless it&rsquo;s already made head-lines somewhere more urbane. &nbsp;As a result, our major retail areas are crowded with bland national chains (ala Red Robin).</p>
<p>Only here&rsquo;s the problem&hellip;traffic patterns limit the most successful suburban real estate opportunities to isolated islands. The neighboring &ldquo;B&rdquo; locations get marketed aggressively, but usually result in an ugly churn of failed concepts (ala Passport Lounge, Damon&rsquo;s). As a local resident it&rsquo;s a frustrating eye-sore.</p>
<p>I have another frustration. As a proponent of incubating small businesses (aka entrepreneurial cheerleader) I am all too aware of the challenges associated with a young company trying to grow. Let&rsquo;s assume they had access to capital, It takes time to build tribe (loyal customer base). How do they nurture awareness and trial while maintaining sustainable cash-flow?&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>It takes a Village: &nbsp;I&rsquo;ve been taken with the recent rise in pop-up and collaborative markets. This commercial model is not new. Since Rome it was the bedrock of community. In the last few generations it&rsquo;s been chased out of America by more efficient corporate models. While I have no ill will towards capitalist success, quite the opposite, I do lament the lack of opportunity for small merchants.</p>
<p>And while I&rsquo;m heartened by the rise of new collaborative markets, most of them serve seasonal or niches customers (Mark&rsquo;s Carts, Lunasa, Liberty Local). Few if any have become sustained markets. The Rust Belt Market in Ferndale comes to mind, but even that can only support two days a week.&nbsp; What if&hellip;</p>
<p>Let&rsquo;s use the recently vacated Damon&rsquo;s building as a case study. I can tell you with fair certainty that no desirable national chain wants that lease. Yes, it has proximity to a mall, many hotels and a busy thoroughfare. It also lacks visibility and requires a significant capital investment in remodeling. Chances are it&rsquo;ll attract a second tier casual dining concept that will struggle to hit appropriate financial multiples and eventually some corporate suit (AKA non-local banker) will justify closing when the lease is up. And the cycle continues. Here&rsquo;s another option&hellip;</p>
<p>Let&rsquo;s pretend a local food-based 501(3)c decided to get involved (*cough* Selma &ndash; I&rsquo;m talking to you Lisa).&nbsp; Let&rsquo;s assume they could sweet talk the broker into leasing them the space. How would they use it? As a not-for-profit they have creative leeway in setting up their business model.</p>
<ul>
<li><em>Retail:</em> Let&rsquo;s say they allocated a portion of the space to retail. Yes, there could be a small boutique of items supporting the local food shed, but more importantly it could provide a valuable indoor retail outlet for our local CSAs. CSA members and farmers would no longer need to negotiate complicated rendezvous locations. The collaborative would support a shared &ldquo;merchant&rdquo; who mans (or womans) the shop. Farmers are free to go back to the land and grow.&nbsp; Farmers would also have shared access to commercial refrigeration. Customers would have access to their locally grown produce seven days a week. Win Win.</li>
<li><em>Dining:</em> Social engagement is a critical aspect to the local food movement. Selma has proven the power of brining community together while breaking bread to raisie bread. Imagine a portion of the space becomes a &ldquo;community dining room.&rdquo; Local organizations could use the space for fund-raising meals and meetings. Or Selma itself could sponsor regular revenue-sharing meals. Imagine if each Tuesday a different elementary school PTO partnered with a CSA to have a farm-dinner. Our kids would learn about nutrition and wellness while proceeds went to support our community. Like the retail space, there could also be a small, perpetual caf&eacute; or take-out counter to help sustain traffic and create an outlet for local produce.</li>
<li><em>Entrepreneurial Incubator:</em> Here&rsquo;s the final win on this three-legged stool. Because the space was previously a large restaurant, it has a large commercial kitchen, a scarce resource in Ann Arbor. It is very easy to conceive a schedule that includes plenty of time to sub-let the kitchen to local start-up ventures. Not only does it help distribute overhead costs, it provides yet another opportunity to build tribe and support local start-ups.</li>
</ul>
<p>Am I crazy? Is this too kumbaya for Ann Arbor? The more I type the more I get excited about the potential. There any many, many viable partners. I think there&rsquo;s a practical business plan here. You tell me (this is where you rush to the comment section and reply).&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>That&rsquo;s all I&rsquo;ve got today - I'm just realizing that my dream sequence made this a pretty long peice. Thanks for hanging. &nbsp;What else are you excited about? For the record, Vellum and Isalita both opened in 2012, ergo their absence in this piece. And let&rsquo;s face it, no one wants to read another word, particularly from me, about either. So there. Be kind and kick me a comment. &nbsp;Ciao.&nbsp;</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Peaches</title><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/peaches.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/peaches.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-04-01T04:01:45Z</published><updated>2013-04-01T04:01:45Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #131313;">It's Easter... Spring Break. Most of the GastroBoy loyalists are on vacation and as such are liable to miss any new post &ndash; a shame since my latest work is a doozy. With that insight I've decided to hold back my new work until after the resurrection festivities.&nbsp; In its place I'm sharing a meditation on lyrical poetry.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">I'm a drummer. That means I'm in the rhythm section. I keep the beat. I don't care about lyrics. Never have.&nbsp; Still, this whole writing hobby has made me mindful of words.&nbsp; For the first time in my life I&rsquo;ve started listening to what the pretty frontman, or woman, is actually saying.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">This afternoon while air-drumming on the arch trainer I was moved (sorry if you were down wind). I was taken by the lyrics of a song. While most little ditties on my ipod are superficial party jams, this piece was different. It has depth. There was a story, dare I say parable.&nbsp; It had meaning and heart-felt emotion. I laughed. I cried. It became a part of me. I had to share. Check this out..</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #131313;">Peaches</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">It's a coming of age tale&hellip;the story of a boy, a wayward sole. He&rsquo;s lost, disenfranchised. After years of working for the man, trying to emulate a superficial ideal, he realizes peace and contentment do not exist in the fast-paced dog-eat dog culture of urban America. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Eventually there&rsquo;s boiling point. He&rsquo;s had all he can stand and he can&rsquo;t stand any more. It&rsquo;s time to make a change, a spiritual-intervention. He decides to the leave the city, move to the country, pursue a simpler life. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Here&rsquo;s where it get&rsquo;s interesting. Our protagonist quickly finds that life in the country is not quite so simple. The stresses of the city have been replaced with back-breaking labor and ignorant frustration. The locals see him as an intruder and he struggles to fit in. Our hero begins to question himself and the decisions he&rsquo;s made. His prospects for a good life seem bleak and his mood turns dark. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">It&rsquo;s often said that the darkest days are before the dawn. As we begin worrying about our hero&rsquo;s mental stability and mortal survival the story takes an unexpected twist. Enter the farmer&rsquo;s daughter&hellip; the forbidden fruit.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">This is a wrenching saga filled with epic peaks and desperate valleys. In the end love prevails and comedy ensues. It&rsquo;s a feel-good story for the ages. There&rsquo;s even a cameo by a pig named Arnold. I hope you find it as moving as I have. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">With no further ado, I give you Peaches.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VvcohzJvviQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>OBERON DAY 2013!</title><category term="Beer"/><category term="Bell's Oberon"/><category term="Drink"/><category term="Sol Sun"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/oberon-day-2013.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/oberon-day-2013.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-03-22T10:00:14Z</published><updated>2013-03-22T10:00:14Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="color: #131313;"><em>Author&rsquo;s Note: </em>This piece was originally written after the 2011 Oberon release. Since the majority of all-y&rsquo;all didn&rsquo;t read my work two years ago I&rsquo;ve decided to dust it off, give it a spit-shine and re-post. Enjoy.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><img style="width: 400px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/bella/photo%203.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363737077028" alt="" /></span><br /></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #131313;"><em>[Soundtrack: Andy Williams, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.&rdquo;]</em></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Today is my Birthday. I&rsquo;ve always relished this time of year. No, not because I&rsquo;m showered with love and material gifts (though I do appreciate both), more importantly it&rsquo;s springtime in Michigan. People who live in more temperate climates can&rsquo;t appreciate the glory of a sunny 50-degree March day. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">After a long gray winter nothing is more euphoric than getting outdoors, soaking up the sun and communing with fresh air. Drive by campus and you&rsquo;ll see throngs of co-eds frolicking like it&rsquo;s summer; wearing shorts, having a barbecue, throwing the Frisbee and generally blowing off steam with reckless abandon. Canadians call this &ldquo;patio weather.&rdquo; And it&rsquo;s my birthday. Take that Valentine babies. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Of all my nostalgic and over-romanticized birthday memories (like touching a boob in eighth grade!), nothing compares to the March days spent sitting on a porch in Kalamazoo&rsquo;s student ghetto celebrating another annual milestone, the release of Bell&rsquo;s Solsun.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #131313;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">History Lesson</span> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></strong><span style="color: #131313;">Bell&rsquo;s Beer was founded in Kalamazoo, MI in 1985 after Larry Bell figured out he could not only make, but sell some pretty amazing craft beers. The early years were modest. While he was never at a loss for new and more stunning recipes, the practicalities of bottling and commerce limited his ability to package every beer. Bottling lines cost money and the scarcity of capacity prompted some creative solutions.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #131313;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">22 ounces of Love &nbsp;</span> &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></strong><span style="color: #131313;">In the late eighties and early nineties craft beer was in it&rsquo;s infancy. The most commercially viable brews were what current connoisseurs would perhaps consider the least interesting. Larry&rsquo;s fermenting tanks and 12 oz bottle lines were usually maxed out producing these more-marketable varietals; Pale, Third Coast, Amber and Porter. More robust flavors, with smaller appeal, were relegated to the &ldquo;seasonal&rdquo; tank, and a 22 oz bottling line.&nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">The two most popular flavors from this 22 oz line were a lightly fruit-and-spiced wheat ale (Solsun) and a richer, dark, smoothly-toasted dark ale (Best Brown). The differing style lent well to opposing seasons, summer and winter. Somewhere in that era evolved a now sacred Michigan tradition of offering Solsun spring through summer and Best Brown in the fall and winter. Gloriously, the release of Solsun often coincided with the first days of patio weather - and often my birthday.</span></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #131313;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Solsun vs. Oberon &nbsp;</span> &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></strong><span style="color: #131313;">Here&rsquo;s another interesting lesson. This glorious Solsun that I speak of was, as the muggles refer to it today, Oberon. Go back to the photo above and read the label.&nbsp; Those are vintage 22 oz bottles from my personal cellar.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Facts are hard to verify without talking to Larry Bell himself, but here&rsquo;s what I understand. At some point around 1996, Bell&rsquo;s received a cease and desist letter requiring an end to the name Solsun. It infringed upon the trademark of a Mexican beer named Sol. So, in the summer of 1997 Solsun was released as Oberon andsince it had grown in popularity and Larry had invested in more bottling capacity, the new name coincided with a new 12-oz six pack. &nbsp;</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Now here&rsquo;s where the conspiracy theory starts. Avid (or rabid) Bell&rsquo;s fans believe the cease and desist was actually angry retaliation over Bell&rsquo;s refusal to sell his charming and marketable company to Heineken, the macro brewer who had recently acquired Sol. Heineken, like other Macro-Brewers of the day (Anheuser now InBev and Miller now SABMiller), was in a competitive land-grab to purchase small, marketable brands in the new &ldquo;micro brew&rdquo; category. I cannot confirm nor deny this legend. But it makes for great dramatic effect. In either case, I was imprinted early. I will always refer to it as Solsun. I continue to confuse young and oblivious waitresses when I order &ldquo;Solun, no I mean Oberon.&rdquo;&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><strong><span style="color: #131313; font-size: 130%;">Innocence Lost&nbsp;</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><img style="width: 300px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/bella/photo%202.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363737173001" alt="" /><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 300px;">Oberon Launch 2011</span></span>Last night, after reading a tweet that Monday was Oberon Day I sought out one of the four bars in Ann Arbor entrusted with a keg of Fresh Oberon. I found myself conflicted by what I found. As I sat there taunting buddies with text-photos I noticed that all of the waitresses were wearing Bell&rsquo;s Oberon bumper stickers on their asses (here&rsquo;s where you make the obligatory reference, &ldquo;I only read it for the articles&rdquo;).&nbsp;Suddenly Bells felt just a little bit like &ldquo;Bud.&rdquo;&nbsp; </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Then I checked facebook and saw that a suburban Mom had just posted a photo of Oberon at Trader Joe&rsquo;s. What the What? No, Larry never sold to Heineken, but our little craft beer has gone &ldquo;MACRO.&rdquo; While I celebrate the commercial success that has come to Larry and the Bell&rsquo;s team, I couldn&rsquo;t help but feel a wee bit violated.&nbsp; In that moment I understood the badge of honor held by esoteric band groupies who protest that you&rsquo;re not a true Nirvana fan if you don&rsquo;t own an original Sub Pop pressing. And while I&rsquo;m at it, screw DTE Energy Theater. It&rsquo;s Pine Knob goddamnit.&nbsp;But I digress.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Great craft beer is for sharing. And perhaps even more importantly, Oberon is proof that commercial success is happening in Michigan. We should embrace the bumper-stickered asses (figuratively, anything else is just plain naughty) and exalt the mass-market Oberon nation.&nbsp; </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Back in 1997 when news of the impending name-change broke Solsun fans everywhere including A2Gastroboy made a pilgrimage to Kalamazoo. In a mad dash to the Eccentric Cafe we bought-up all remaining memorabilia. I prized trophy from that trip is a sweatshirt bearing the original Solsun name. Every spring I wear my Bells hoodie with smug pride knowing I&rsquo;m special. I&rsquo;m elite. I was there first. </span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;">Viva la Oberon.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;"><span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable">&nbsp;&nbsp;<img style="width: 300px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/bella/photo%201.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363737209554" alt="" />&nbsp; <span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><img style="width: 300px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/bella/photo.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363737289584" alt="" /><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 300px;">Temporary Tattoo circa 2012, Hoodie circa 1996</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">2013 RELEASE DETAILS</strong></p>
<p>Ready for your own fresh Solsun / Oberon? Monday March 25th is the 2013 Oberon release date. Here's a run down of the local festivities compliments of the Bell's marketing staff.&nbsp;</p>
<div id="_mcePaste"><strong><em>Follow The Sun, Follow The Flag Oberon Pub Crawl: Multiple locations, Ann Arbor&nbsp;</em></strong></div>
<div id="_mcePaste">Celebrate the unofficial arrival of summer starting with Oberon and BBQ at Rub Pub (11:30 AM) and from there we will head to: Conor O'Neil's (1 p.m.), Old Town Tavern (2 p.m.), Arena (3 p.m.), Buffalo Wild Wings on S. State (4 p.m.), Saca's (4:45 p.m.), Red Hawk (5:30 p.m.) and Ashley's at 6:15 p.m.</div>
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<p><span style="color: #131313;"><em>POST SCRIPT &nbsp; &nbsp;</em><strong> &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></span><span style="color: #131313;">Here&rsquo;s a fun bar room trivia winner. Oberon was named after the character in Shakespeare's Midsummer Night&rsquo;s Dream, a role Larry Bell is said to have acted in a school production of the play.&nbsp;</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #131313;"><em>POST-POST SCRIPT </em><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</strong></span><span style="color: #131313;">If this moving essay wasn&rsquo;t enough inspire a trip to your local craft brewer (or Trader Joes!), consider this fact. It was Larry Bell who, with help of coarse, was able to get then Governor John Engler to sign legislation allowing consumption on-site. In 1993 Bells became the first brewery in Michigan since prohibition to serve beer by the glass. John Engler even made a visit to the Eccentric cafe to commemorate the moment. It was the bizzaro-world version of Elvis is the White House.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #131313;"><br /></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>What's the BIGA Deal?</title><category term="Pizza"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/whats-the-biga-deal.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/whats-the-biga-deal.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-03-18T04:59:49Z</published><updated>2013-03-18T04:59:49Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I&rsquo;ve read that the Inuit people have over 100 words to describe snow. I feel the same way about pizza.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 400px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/pizza/za%20-%20mani%20pep.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363394914288" alt="" /></span></span>For a host of reasons I&rsquo;ve spent the last two years avoiding one topic. Pizza. I&rsquo;ve come to appreciate that talking pizza is like discussing politics or religion&hellip; or in the case of Ann Arbor, both. Most of us were imprinted at a young age. Our opinions of good pizza are mired in emotion and sentiment. I grew up &lsquo;Motor City&rsquo; which means I believe in the big three; Buddy&rsquo;s Loui&rsquo;s and Shields&hellip;square (technically rectangular) Sicilian deep dish. My brother in law is from Phili. He prays to an extra large, thin and foldable circle served by the slice and covered with Parmesan and &ldquo;Son of Italy&rdquo; seasoning. For the record, both rock.</p>
<p>Last fall rumors about [James Beard recognized] Chef Luciano Del Signore bringing his Pizzeria Biga concept to Ann Arbor started a meditation on Neapolitan Pizza. It&rsquo;s suddenly everywhere. Now that the rumors about Biga are confirmed I&rsquo;ve decided to put pen to paper (or pixels to screen).</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">Guido goes Gucci</strong></p>
<p>While Pizza is a sacred thing, it&rsquo;s forever been a culinary outcast, relegated to the lower end of the food-glamor hierarchy.&nbsp; Glamor be damned. Pizza&rsquo;s like the honey badger, he don&rsquo;t care. Over the last fifty years this &ldquo;outcast&rdquo; has grown into a multi-billion dollar category. Unable to ignore dollar signs, the culinary elite have started paying attention to pizza.</p>
<p>Like most great trends, it started on the coasts. One brand in particular, CPK, has single handedly elevated pizza from fast food gut-fill to an affordable luxury item (AKA casual dining). A decade later we&rsquo;re witnessing a new pizza-elite arms race. Celebrated chefs have joined the fight.&nbsp; For some, it&rsquo;s an empire building brand extension (Wolfgang Puck&rsquo;s Pizzeria and Cuccisa and frozen pizzas). For others it&rsquo;s a savvy tactic to offset declines in fine dining (Chef Luciano&rsquo;s Biga). Regardless of motivation, it&rsquo;s a thing. &nbsp;If you don&rsquo;t believe me read this 2009 collective piece from New York Magazine.&nbsp;</p>
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<ul>
<li><a href="http://nymag.com/restaurants/cheapeats/2009/57903/"><em>The Great New York Neoclassical Neapolitan Pizza Revolution</em></a></li>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">This is not your Father&rsquo;s Oldsmobile / Dr. Atkins Kills the Carb / Pizza Rises Again</strong></p>
<p>It&rsquo;s important to acknowledge that as the market has evolved, so has the product.</p>
<p>Case and Point: I&rsquo;ve made my crush on Vinsetta Garage public. When I learned that they served pizza I assumed it would be akin to Buddy&rsquo;s.&nbsp; This is Detroit of coarse; they serve Casserole dishes of Mac-n-Cheese to single diners. It seemed predestined that it would be dense, comma-inducing Sicilian pizza. Not so fast. While they are 100% Motor City, this is post-bail-out Detroit. Everyone is leaner and smarter. The studied option was to install a stone hearth and sell a more refined pizza (no offense intended to Buddy&rsquo;s). Well played Curt and Ann.</p>
<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">&nbsp;So what is Neapolitan Pizza?</strong></p>
<p>There&rsquo;s a few critical attributes that define success for the Neapolitan Pizza.&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Dough</span> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Pizza dough has a fairly simple ingredient list. Still, what seems &ldquo;simple&rdquo; quickly becomes a complicated science. Neapolitan Pizza dough is graduate level dough science.&nbsp; The result is a light, chewy, richly flavored dough with huge cell structure. When done well it&rsquo;s marvelous. The name of Chef Luciano&rsquo;s pizzeria is taken from the foundation of this dough, Biga.&nbsp; In the Spirit of lazy journalism here&rsquo;s a fine explanation compliments of Wikipedia:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>Biga is a type of pre-ferment used in Italian baking. Many popular Italian breads, such as ciabatta, are made using a biga. Using a biga adds complexity to the bread's flavour and is often used in breads which need a light, open texture with holes. Apart from adding to flavour and texture, a biga also helps to preserve bread by making it less perishable. Biga techniques were developed after the advent of baker's yeast as bakers in Italy moved away from the use of sourdough and needed to recover some of the flavour which was given up in this move.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>Bigas are usually dry and thick compared to the French poolish or a sourdough starter. This thickness is believed to give a Biga its characteristic slightly nutty taste. Biga is usually made fresh every day, using a small amount of baker's yeast in a thick dough, which varies from 37% to 50% water by total weight or 60% to 100% as a bakers percentage, and is allowed to ferment from 12 to 16 hours to fully develop its flavour.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>After fermenting overnight, biga is then added to the bread dough in place of, or in addition to, regular baker's yeast, depending on the recipe, and the bread dough is mixed, kneaded, raised, shaped, proofed, and baked like any other yeast dough.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 300px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/pizza/za%20-%20mani%20oven.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363394952658" alt="" /></span></span>What&rsquo;s On Top </span>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;The second key to Neapolitan Pizza is in the way it is topped. The American tradition of mounding cheese and meats would weigh down the light and delicate dough, preventing a proper rise. If there&rsquo;s any sauce at all, it&rsquo;s a minimalist painting of crushed tomatoes. More common is a drizzle of olive oil. The rich, almost nutty dough flavor lends itself to more savory pairings.&nbsp; The most widely recognized is a Margherita Pizza, with a sparing few dollops of fresh mozzarella and fresh basil. I&rsquo;ve become a fan of more adventuresome flavors, like the &ldquo;Countryman&rdquo; at Michael Isabella&rsquo;s Graffiato in Washington, DC (black truffle, fontina, farmed soft egg). Locally we call that Tartufo.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Oven</span> &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;The final step is in cooking method. All dough perform better when cooked on stone. The slab holds a hotter, more even heat that conventional ovens. And it takes a significant shock of heat to activate this dough. Most pizza hearths remain between 800 and 1000 degrees. In addition to quickly activating the rise, it cooks the pizza much faster, some as quick as three minutes versus the 20-30 minutes it can take to fully cook a Buddy&rsquo;s deep dish; another smart reason for table-turning restaurateurs to pick Neapolitan.</p>
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<p><strong style="font-size: 120%;">The Neapolitan Pizza Movement in Ann Arbor</strong></p>
<p>In relatively short order we&rsquo;ve gone from zero to multiple high profile options. Here&rsquo;s a run-down.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/pizza/za%20-%20mani%20burata%20.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363394986737" alt="" /></span></span>Mani</span>&nbsp;&nbsp; Yes, I&rsquo;m a fan boy. Still, you need to give Adam and the crew props. They&rsquo;re more than just pretty faces. They perfectly executed on the ideal. &nbsp;The dough at Mani is lustful. The topping combinations are inspired. While I&rsquo;m addicted to Arugula &amp; Prosciutto, all are worth note.&nbsp; Highlights include Red Onions &amp; Pistachio (red onion &amp; pistachio, Goat cheese, rosemary, chile flakes) or Burrata &amp; Balsamic (burrata cheese, garlic spinach, balsamic onions).</p>
<p>And while this is a post about pizza, I would be doing you a dis-service if I did not mention a few of the other Mani highlights. Of coarse the pickled tomatoes have become an obligatory signature. For me, the charred Octopus has become a moral imperative; the lemon and celery add an acidic punch and crunchy bite that perfectly partner the mellow and chewy grilled sea creature. I&rsquo;m also a big fan of the Branzino (fish).</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/pizza/za-papalis.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1363395020900" alt="" /></span></span>NeoPapalis</span> &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For an entirely different reason, I am exceptionally intrigued by NeoPapalis. It&rsquo;s one thing for Mani to flaunt a high fashion concept. It&rsquo;s another thing entirely for a man who&rsquo;s made his career selling deep-dish pizza to suddenly create a well financed foray into a &rdquo;thin crust.&rdquo; &nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>For those out of the know, Neo Papalis is the latest project by Joe Sheena, the man behind&rsquo;s Detroit&rsquo;s famed deep-dish Pizza Papalis. Sheena is a savvy businessman. His Neapolitan pizza is more than personal interest. He&rsquo;s investing in the next big thing. Whereas Mani is a boutique, Neo Papalis represents mass-market commercialization. His ovens are gas and steel versus Mani&rsquo;s brick and fire. The space is designed for high-volume and replication. This would not exist if there were not a compelling business plan. Neo Papalis is proof that Neapolitan pizza has officially gone main stream.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Pizzeria Biga</span> (opening Summer 2013) &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;Perhaps the bigger story is that Washtenaw will soon have restaurants worth visiting.&nbsp; Biga joins Caf&eacute; Zola and another yet-to-be named concept in the still under-construction Arbor Hills Crossing (formerly Arlington Square, formerly Goodman Oldmobile, Cadillac &amp; Isuzu).</p>
<p>For those of you who don&rsquo;t venture Beyond Washtenaw County, Chef Luciano Del Signore owns a celebrated fine-dining Italian bistro in Southfield named Bacco Ristorante. After the financial crash of '08 he decided to diversify and open a casual dining concept. Enter Pizzeria Biga.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Many will compare Biga to Mani. On the surface they are very similar concepts. Emotionally Chef Luciano and Adam Baru connect with their community in very different tones. I am confident that both can thrive simultaneously. The fact that they will exist in such separate ecosystems, downtown and suburban, lends tremendous distance to their competition.</p>
<p>What do you think?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>MORTALITY BITES</title><category term="Commentary "/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/mortality-bites.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/mortality-bites.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-03-04T05:00:12Z</published><updated>2013-03-04T05:00:12Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[What are the healthiest restaurants in Ann Arbor? Hold that thought.


Author’s Note: If you’re a twenty-something ‘kid’ who clicked through from Damn-Arbor look away. This doesn’t concern you. You’re young and healthy and indestructible. Your body doesn’t creek. Fuck you and your skinny jeans. Well all right, since you’re here, scroll to the end and respond to my restaurant picks.]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Cocktail Hour</title><category term="Drink"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/cocktail-hour.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/cocktail-hour.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-02-18T04:00:47Z</published><updated>2013-02-18T04:00:47Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 300px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/Cocktail - 1.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360939160952" alt="" /></span></span>If wine is romantic, cocktails are sexy.</p>
<p>I've had an affinity for cocktails since childhood. I'd like to believe I come by it naturally. My maternal grandparents had a daily 4:00 PM Manhattan ritual. When I was lucky enough to visit their house during "cocktail hour" I was served a Cherry Coke, before the modern brand extension, made with grenadine. We would relax on their mid-century mod furniture, listen to the radio and enjoy some creamed herring or Schuller's Cheese on Ritz crackers [insert Wes Allen video cut here]. I couldn't fathom anything more decadent or sophisticated.</p>
<p>As much as I cherish the Manhattan memories, I&rsquo;ll admit that my personal drinking career started rather humbly with cheap beer, wine coolers and Zima. The only liquor I drank came in the form of a shot, commonly Pepper Stoli served with a pickle (Sveiks!). My idea of a cocktail was actually a mixed drink (gin &amp; tonic).&nbsp;</p>
<p>In my twenties Vince Vaughn and the Movie Swingers introduced me to the Martini.&nbsp;A few years later a buddy grooming his taste for scotch got me into whiskey. We explored the global regions of mash and debated cigar pairings. While I still don't care for "Peaty" scotch the process lead me to Bourbon, my one true love, which in turn brought me back to the Manhattan. Life comes full circle.</p>
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<p><strong>MIXOLOGY</strong></p>
<p>In the last 2-3 years the sport of cocktails and the art of mixology have gone from modest fad to full blown social craze. New restaurants can't open without a well-planned cocktail strategy. A host of craft distilleries are cropping up.&nbsp; And most notably, a new breed of artisan bartenders have started opening establishments dedicated to the fine art of mixology. These drink houses are so thoughtful and skilled that referring to them simply as "bars" is naive and limiting. &nbsp;</p>
<p>Which brings me to the purpose of this post. It's been brought to my attention that I am not "A2Whiskeyboy." More than one reader has challenged my opinion of cocktails at local restaurants.&nbsp; In retrospect, using the word &ldquo;Epic&rdquo; to describe Lena&rsquo;s cocktail menu was a bit aspirational.</p>
<p>So what<em> is</em> an Epic Cocktail?</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s appropriate to share that just as I am not a &ldquo;Foodie,&rdquo; I do not consider myself &nbsp;a &ldquo;Mixologist.&rdquo; I enjoy good flavor, witty banter and a &lsquo;spirited&rsquo; buzz.&nbsp; I enjoy cocktails. &nbsp;Having said that, I do not have the time nor inclination to research twenty versions of bitters, let alone brew my own. When someone turns me on to something great I am forever grateful. &nbsp;</p>
<p>Back to the matter at hand&hellip;In an effort to separate genuine artifact from hipster showmanship I decided it was time to do some research on cocktails. As a public service in my on-going campaign to eradicate douche bags everywhere I thought I share what I know.</p>
<p><strong>&nbsp;</strong></p>
<p><strong>HISTORY LESSONS &amp; RESEARCH</strong></p>
<p>(fair warning &ndash; this section gets dense. If you&rsquo;re not in the mood for a thick read scroll down to the next section)</p>
<p>For the purpose of this piece, a Cocktail will be defined as an alcoholic mixed drink that contains three or more ingredients&mdash;at least one of the ingredients must be a spirit. An alcoholic drink containing only two ingredients (EG Rum &amp; Coke) is simply a &ldquo;Mixed Drink.&rdquo;</p>
<p>As you might imagine, there are literally hundreds of &ldquo;experts&rdquo; on the topic and even more opportunistic blowhards. Luckily almost every reputable thought leader references two specific tombs. Written nearly one hundred years apart, these two books shape a significant portion of the modern cocktail.</p>
<p>The first, published in 1862, is &ldquo;The Bartender&rsquo;s Guide&rdquo; by Jerry Thomas AKA &ldquo;the Father of American Mixology.&rdquo; Many reprints refer to this book as the Bon-Vivant Companion. Mixologists often list this book as a key inspiration and invaluable reference. I dare say the punch revival owes its entire existence to this book. &nbsp;Thomas is also credited with inventing the Tom Collins.</p>
<p>Understand, this book is almost entirely recipes. There are fantastic step-by-step instructions for brewing, blending and concocting tens, if not hundreds of &ldquo;social drinks.&rdquo; Given it&rsquo;s age and command of nineteenth King&rsquo;s English I can&rsquo;t help but imagine it as a steam-punk era reality show.&nbsp; And while the recipes are fascinating, I was more entranced by the historical social commentary woven within the Preface.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/Bon Vivant.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360937972225" alt="" /></span></span>&ldquo;In all of the ages of the world, and in all countries, men have indulged in &ldquo;Social drinks.&rdquo; They have always possessed themselves of some popular beverage apart from water and those of the breakfast and tea table. Whether it is judicious that mankind should continue to indulge in such things, or whether it would be wiser to abstain from all enjoyments of that character, it is not our province to decide. We leave that question to the moral philosopher. We simply contend that a relish for &ldquo;social drinks&rdquo; is universal; that those drinks exist in greater variety in the United States than any other country in the world; and that he, therefore, who proposes to impart o these drink not only the most palatable but the most wholesome characteristics on which they be made susceptible, is a genuine public benefactor. That is exactly our object in introducing this little volume to the public. We do not propose to persuade any man to drink, for instance, a punch, or a julep, or a cocktail, who has never happened to make the acquaintance of those refreshing articles under circumstances calculated to induce more intimate relations; but we do propose to instruct those whose &ldquo;intimate relations&rdquo; in question render them somewhat fastidious, in the daintiest fashions thereunto pertaining.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>&hellip;It struck us, then, that a list of all the social drinks &ndash; the composite beverages, if we may call the so &ndash; of America, would really be one of the curiosities of jovial literature; and that if it was combined with a catalogue of the mixtures common to other nations, and made practically useful by the addition of a concise description of the various process for &ldquo;brewing&rdquo; each, it would be a &ldquo;blessing to mankind.&rdquo; There would be no excuse for imbibing, with such a book at hand, the &ldquo;villainous compounds&rdquo; of bar-keeping Goths and Vandals, who know no more of the amenities of bon-vivant existence than a Hottentot can know of the bouquet of champagne.&rdquo;</em></p>
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<p>As I&rsquo;ve mentioned, the book then moves on to recipe after recipe. It&rsquo;s a wonderful resource for researching ingredients. That said, it lacks context or discussion. For more commentary on the subject I prefer David Embury&rsquo;s 1948 classic, &ldquo;The Fine Art of Mixing Drinks.&rdquo; Like A2GastroBoy, Embury is not a bartender. He is a discerning patron of the art. This distinction creates a more studied meditation on the topic.</p>
<p>In Embury&rsquo;s book he outlines a few core tenants that, while not totally without exception, articulate what many may intuitively understand. Like Thomas&rsquo; book, this is very much a recipe book, though Embury adds a significant amount of rationale for each section. He opens by defining his six-part criteria for a cocktail. In the absence of a formal governing body, I will adopt these criteria as the definition of a cocktail.</p>
<ol>
<li><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/Cocktail - Embury.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360938104362" alt="" /></span></span>It must whet the appetite, not dull it</li>
<li>It should stimulate the mind as well as the appetite</li>
<li>It must be pleasing to the palate</li>
<li>It must also please the eye</li>
<li>It must have sufficient alcoholic flavor to be readily distinguishable from papaya juice, yet must not assault the palate with the force of an atomic bomb</li>
<li>Finally (and remember I am speaking now of cocktails only and not aperitif wines) it must be well iced</li>
</ol>
<p>Embury goes on to define three necessary ingredients.</p>
<ol>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Base:</span> &ldquo;This is the fundamental and distinguishing ingredient of the cocktail and must always comprise more than 50 percent of the entire volume&hellip;Strictly speaking, the base must always consist of spirituous liquors &ndash; whiskey, gin, rum, brandy, etc.&rdquo;</li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Modifying Agent:</span> &ldquo;It is difficult to find a word that exactly describes this ingredient (or group of ingredients) and, for want of a better term, I have called it the modifying agent or modifier. It is the ingredient, in combination with the base spirituous liquor, which characterizes the cocktail. Without this ingredient, the base, no matter how violently shaken and how thoroughly chilled, would still not be a cocktail but would remain merely chilled liquor&hellip; in general, modifying agents may be divided into three classes:<ol>
<li>Aromatics, including the aromatic wines such as French and Italian vermouth, Dubonnet, Byrrh, etc.,; bitter of various types and misc. aromatics. </li>
<li>Fruit Juices with or without sugar</li>
<li>Miscellaneous &ldquo;Smoothing&rdquo; agents &ndash; sugar, cream, eggs, etc. </li>
</ol></li>
<li><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Special Flavoring and Coloring Agents</span>: There include all the various cordials or liqueurs as well as non-alcoholic fruit syrups. Moreover, the ingredient used as a modified in one cocktail may be used solely for incidental flavoring or coloring in another&hellip;Of all the factors involved in the mixing of cocktails, flavoring agents are undoubtedly the most abused. They should never dominate or overpower the flavor of the base. The special flavoring agents should be measured by drops or dashes, <em>not</em> by ponies or jiggers. </li>
</ol>
<p>The book goes through nearly every conceivable drink category, providing background and offering multiple variations on core recipes. &nbsp;It&rsquo;s a fascinating read. And while there are likely hundreds of recipes in the book, Embury lays claim that six basic cocktails would satisfy the majority of all drinkers. I&rsquo;ve listed the six basic cocktails below.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Martini</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">7 parts English gin</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1 part French (dry) vermouth</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Stir with ice, strain into a cocktail glass, twist lemon peel over the top and serve garnished with an olive, preferably one stuffed with any kind of nut.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Manhattan</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">5 parts American whiskey</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1 part Italian (sweet) vermouth</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">dash of Angostura bitters to each drink</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Stir with ice, strain into a cocktail glass and serve garnished with a maraschino cherry.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Old Fashioned</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">12 parts American whiskey</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1 part simple syrup</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1-3 dashes Angostura bitters to each drink</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">In an old-fashioned glass, add bitters to simple syrup and stir. Add about 1 ounce of whiskey and stir again. Add two cubes of cracked, but not crushed, ice and top off with the rest of the whiskey. Twist lemon peel over the top and serve garnished with the lemon peel and a maraschino cherry.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Daiquiri</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">8 parts white Cuban rum</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">2 parts lime juice</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1 part simple syrup</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Shake with lots of finely crushed ice and strain well into a chilled cocktail glass.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Sidecar</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">8 parts Cognac or Armagnac</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">2 parts lemon juice</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1 part Cointreau or triple sec</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Shake vigorously with ice and strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a twist of lemon if desired.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">&nbsp;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Jack Rose</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">8 parts Applejack</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">2 parts lemon juice</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">1 part Grenadine</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">Shake vigorously with ice and strain into a cocktail glass. Garnish with a twist of lemon if desired.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">[edit]me juice).</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>To fully address the subject of spirits and the craft of cocktails one should study the grain bill for each base, the chemistry of modifying agents and the sensory impact of each coloring and flavor ingredient. That&rsquo;s too involved for this piece. I will, however, comment on two external attributes of the cocktail.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Ice</span></p>
<p>David Embury makes it clear that a cocktail should be well iced. In whiskey circles there&rsquo;s a pretty heated debate over whether or not one should use ice to drink a fine whiskey. Purists argue that the melting ice dilutes the subtle flavor notes, thereby undermining the experience. There&rsquo;s even a line of &ldquo;whiskey stones&rdquo; that one can keep in the freezer. You achieve a chill without watering down the flavor. Yes, I know sipping whiskey is a different sport than cocktails. Stay wih me.</p>
<p>I&rsquo;m an &ldquo;on the rocks&rdquo; kind of guy, and not because I&rsquo;m low-brow, which I most certainly am, but because I enjoy the evolving experience of&nbsp; a drink with melting ice. I find it pleasant to start the ride by spiking my spirit with the full strength sting of a good Bourbon. As my mood warms and the ice melts, the drink moves from a sipping elixir to a more sizable gulp. It&rsquo;s a process. That same principle can apply to cocktails.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Recently Ice has become a front line weapon in the arms race of mixology showmanship. It started with large 1.5" square blocks of ice. The theory being, the larger mass retains it's temperature longer thereby slowing the melt and reducing the dilution, still providing a palatable chill. Pretty cool. Very quickly that grew into a fad of flavored ice cubes. The best local examples are at Lena. The execution can be hit or miss. I absolutely loved the peach fruit sphere used to chill a drink. It became a delicious dessert. Conversely, I was unsettled sucking on a spent lce cube that contained lime-mint juice. &nbsp;The &ldquo;Rad or Fad&rdquo; jury is till out.</p>
<p>Finally, on a recent trip I was formally introduced to the &ldquo;ice sphere.&rdquo; The sphere takes the large block science and add a sense of artistry. Apparently this sport began in Japan where bartenders hand-carve the sphere from square blocks. It&rsquo;s unthinkable to service an entire bar with hand carving. Check out this video where it takes a well trained bar keep four minutes to make a single sphere [ <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiZDsvrGZAo">LINK</a> ]. As you might imagine, there are now plenty of opportunistic marketers ready to sell you pre-fab ice sphere molds. Is this "Rad or Fad?" Discuss.&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Glass Ware</span></p>
<p>I could write an entire piece about glassware. It&rsquo;s an area of total obsessive fascination, further fueled by sky mall catalogs. For now I&rsquo;ll simply say this&hellip;don&rsquo;t go crazy. Standards of identity exist for a reason. A single splash of champagne to finish a drink does not warrant a flute. And don&rsquo;t go cheap. The glass matters. Just as wine should be served in Reidel, don't serve my bourbon in Sysco-grade glassware. My final thought on glassware is this&hellip;&nbsp; can we all agree that the coupe is utterly emasculating?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 120%;">LOCAL MIXOLOGISTS / DRINKING IN ANN ARBOR</span></strong></p>
<p>Thirsty? There&rsquo;s quite a few fine local establishments ready to make you a cocktail. &nbsp;Here&rsquo;s just a few. Some are simply Restaurants with tremendous bars, others are dedicated Cocktail Houses. All are worthwhile watering holes.&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Bar at 327 Braun Court</span>: I recently read a piece that referred to the interior as &ldquo;the living room of the coolest person you know.&rdquo; Seriously? You need better friends (we love you Eric. Now wash your hair). All joking aside, Bravo to the team at Braun Ct. Not only are they single-handedly leading the fight to brink back punch, they refuse to rest on their laurels. Every few months they reinvent the menu with new ideas and new flavors. Well done.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Raven&rsquo;s Club</span>: Yes, I&rsquo;m publicly suggesting that folks visit the Raven&rsquo;s Club.&nbsp; And no, I didn&rsquo;t hit my head. It&rsquo;s clear that the team at 207 South Main are dedicated to continuous improvement. And on a flattering note, there&rsquo;s rumor of a Pappy Van Winkle bottle on site.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Pacific Rim</span>: Before the renovation that doubled their space I would never consider Pacific Rim a drinking destination. Today it&rsquo;s a highlight on the Main Street area circuit.&nbsp; Pacific Rim bartenders apply the same meticulous attention to detail that made their dinner menu menu a success. The staff is exceptionally knowledgeable and well skilled.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Grange</span>: We cried when Bartender Jen left. Luckily her successors have done her proud. If you've never had it you MUST try the&nbsp; <span class="title">GKB Manhattan (</span><span class="description">Bacon infused Bulleit Bourbon, maple syrup, blood orange bitters, brandied cherries). I'm also a fan of their <span class="title">GGGinger (</span><span class="description">fresh mint, ginger syrup, lime juice, Tanqueray, ginger beer, crystallized ginger). As a bonus, every time you walk up the stairs you get to pretend you're a pirate (seriously, doesn't the banister remind you of a boat, climbing up to the captains watch?).&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Last Word</span>: The fine lads from Big Ten Burrito fame appear to have successfully revitalized the Good Night Gracy&rsquo;s space. While I&rsquo;ve yet to visit, they&rsquo;re getting high marks for their version of the craft cocktail&nbsp;scene. The "kids" in my office rave. &nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Caf&eacute; Habana</span>: There&rsquo;s a healthy debate in town regarding the quality of drink at Habana. Some believe they specialize in exotic Latin-American classics. Some argue they&rsquo;re watered-down fruit juice. I tend to sway towards the former, though I recognize opportunities. In either case, the space is fabulous and it was the first bar (in it&rsquo;s former location) to bring the Caprihania to Ann Arbor.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Caf&eacute; Felix</span>: Why, I still remember when they had yet to score a liquor license and only the bourgeois hispter-want-to-bes went to Felix - so they could sit outside smoking and scribbling in their Emo journals. &nbsp;Today there&rsquo;s a few reasons to like Felix. The latest reason will be its&rsquo; familial connection the Detroit&rsquo;s soon-to-open distillery, Two James.</p>
<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Bab's Underground Lounge:</span> This choice will likely illicit debate from the craft cocktail elitists, still I think Bab is a fabulous barkeep. Her decision to offer pitchers of booze is a riot. She even broke down and posted a sign. Now all the drunk undergrads who wander off campus can find her.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Where else? This is by no means a complete list. Where do you drink? What do you drink?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Final Note (AKA Snark attack): While I&rsquo;ll admit my research is not yet exhausted, I can&rsquo;t find any pragmatic correlation between armbands and the quality of cocktails. Can anyone help? I&rsquo;m sure I&rsquo;m missing something. It can&rsquo;t truly be a hooky gimmick, right?</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Eat Meat Repeat | Meat Week 2013</title><category term="Pork"/><category term="Restaurants"/><id>http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/eat-meat-repeat-meat-week-2013.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/eat-meat-repeat-meat-week-2013.html"/><author><name>A2GastroBoy</name></author><published>2013-02-06T01:53:18Z</published><updated>2013-02-06T01:53:18Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Meat%20Week%20Logo.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116077432" alt="" /></span></span>Perhaps you&rsquo;ve seen the hash tag on Twitter. Or maybe you saw the brew-ha-ha-ha on HuffPo when PETA demonstrated at the Washington DC chapter&rsquo;s event on Friday&nbsp; [ <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/01/peta-meat-week-living-social_n_2591454.html ">LINK</a> ]. Maybe you&rsquo;re blissfully oblivious. In any case, I&rsquo;m here to tell you that Meat Week is REAL!</p>
<p>Here&rsquo;s the quick history lesson&hellip; Eight years ago Florida co-workers, Erni Walker and Chris Cantey, created a week-long event devoted to meat, more specifically, barbecue. Per their site, &ldquo;Meat Week is a national holiday that started in 2005. Each January, for 8 consecutive [days or] nights [starting the last Sunday on the month], people across the country gather over piles of BBQ. In every participating city, there is a devoted Captain who creates the schedule of restaurants. Each city develops their own traditions, but Meat Week typically focuses on good ol&rsquo; American BBQ: Pork, ribs, brisket, barbecued chicken, and anything else you can smoke and smother in sauce.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Pretty cool, right? I think it&rsquo;s downright inspired.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 600px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Meat%20Week%20Founders.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116187679" alt="" /></span><span class="thumbnail-caption" style="width: 600px;">Meat Week Founders Chris &amp; Erni (yes, Erni is the chick)</span></span></p>
<p>I learn about Meat Week shortly after the 2012 festivus.&nbsp; I mourned missing it and vowed to celebrate Meat Week in 2013. Here's the rub. There's no Ann Arbor Meat Week Chapter. And while being a captain does sound like an admiral position, my life is already ridiculously over committed. The last thing I needed was another project. Besides, as a few reads have alleged, I&rsquo;m anti-social. Luckily the fine folks at Meet Week Headquarters anticipated my predicament and created an option for folks like me&hellip;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>There are those who walk this earth alone, wandering from town to town, determined to find the best BBQ this land has to offer. One man's Meat Week cannot contain them and they answer to no captain.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>They are renegades, Meat Week's lone brethren who saunter into smoke shacks, rest their road-weary rumps, and order up the tallest feast available. They are true pioneers in meat's untamed frontier, too wild to be contained by one city.</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>These nomads will go unrecognized no longer. This is the outpost for those who courageously celebrate Meat Week without a crowd of faithful followers. This is our tribute to those brave enough to be:</em></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>FLYIN' SOLO</em></p>
<p>I&rsquo;m A2GastroBoy and this is my story.</p>
<p>Now, before you start showering me with adoration, let me admit that I did not complete eight nights of BBQ. My crazy, over-committed life makes eight straight days of any personal pursuit impractical. What I did do, however, was spend a significant amount of time obsessing about BBQ, researching BBQ and visiting a few local BBQ joints for investigative lunch runs. There&rsquo;s some pretty amazing BBQ in our midst. Allow me to elaborate.</p>
<p>First, the learn&rsquo;n.</p>
<p>It&rsquo;s said that you should write what you know. In full disclosure, I&rsquo;m no pit master. There are many men (and women) more qualified than I to write this piece.&nbsp; I do, however, love eating some good &lsquo;Q&rsquo;. And I aspire to become a pit master. So I did me some read&rsquo;n to validate and tune the few things I do know.&nbsp; If you&rsquo;re looking for a graduate level BBQ class move on. If you want to get sloppy sucking on meat, stick around (get your head out of the gutter!).</p>
<p><strong><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 250px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Boogie%20Smoker.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116312160" alt="" /></span></span>COOKING METHOD</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; This is where it begins. Every culture has a method for cooking on an open flame. And in some parts of the good &lsquo;ol USA a Webber Grill would pass as a BBQ. Not quite. That&rsquo;s a grill. A &ldquo;BBQ&rdquo; is larger. Think of it as a Meat Alter. And for the purpose of this piece, BBQ specifically refers a method of low heat and long dwell-time. You might refer to this as smoking.&nbsp; I&rsquo;ll also note that the type of fuel used will significantly alter the flavor of the meat &ndash; ie Hickory or Mesquite.</p>
<p><strong>CHOICE OF MEATS</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Here&rsquo;s one for debate. By nature, smoking meat lends itself to lesser cuts of meat. The slow, low heat renders tough cuts tender and juicy, IE it can be &ldquo;pulled&rdquo; off the bone with a light fork. To that end, most authentic BBQ is pig, arguably the toughest of all meats. There are a few theories about why; it&rsquo;s low cost, the availability of wild boar in the Carolinas. I&rsquo;m not inclined to care.&nbsp; Coincidentally, the second most common choice of meat is beef brisket &ndash; another &ldquo;poor man&rsquo;s&rdquo; cut. I personally don&rsquo;t discriminate. I believe a good smoke can make just about any meat glorious. Pick something you like and go to town.&nbsp;</p>
<p><strong>SAUCE&nbsp;</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Believe it or not, I&rsquo;ve sat through culinary seminars on regional BBQ flavors. Still, I get confused on the lines of demarcation between mustard and tomato, smoky and hot. Modern day marketing has diluted traditional regions of flavor. I even tried to find a clever info-graphic that would lend insight. No luck. So in the spirit of &ldquo;necessity is the mother of invention&rdquo; I made my own.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img src="http://a2gastroboy.com/storage/meat-week/Sauce Map.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360121169149" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Most historians agree that &ldquo;Southern BBQ&rdquo; originated in the Carolinas. There sauce was made with vinegar, ground black pepper, and hot chili pepper flakes. It was not sweet. The vinegar makes it thin and sharp. It penetrates the meat and cuts the fats in your mouth.</p>
<p>Now while BBQ may have originated in the Carolinas, it quickly spread through the territories. As it traveled local pit masters began adding their own flavor. The more you study, the more fractured and local the story. I&rsquo;ll boil it down to these two simple traits, sweet and savory.</p>
<p>The &ldquo;northern route&rdquo; adds sugar and tomatoes; attacking the sharp tones of vinegar. In many recipes the sugar is replaced with molasses. In either case, the result is sweet and red. The &ldquo;southern route&rdquo; embraces the vinegar base and simply adds flavor. Depending on where you land, the flavor is more peppery-heat or more savory flavors. In addition to sweet and savory there&rsquo;s a third element I&rsquo;ll call smoke &ndash; or smokey. Smokey tones have been found in both sweet and savory, but I&rsquo;ll put a pin in the map and call this Memphis style. Finally, for those of you who are asking, Mustard is a South-Carolina specialty. I&rsquo;ve let to find a good explanation for why it came to be. I&rsquo;m just glad it did.</p>
<p>AUTHOR&rsquo;S NOTE ON SMOKE: Anyone found to use &ldquo;Liquid Smoke&rdquo; to gets serious demerit points. It&rsquo;s a horribly artificial substitute for real smoke.</p>
<p>One last thought about sauce, this one practical. Sauce is used to baste the meat while cooking as well as a condiment while eating. They key word there is &ldquo;condiment.&rdquo; Don&rsquo;t smother your meat in sauce. It masks too much of the wonderful smokey flavor that comes from hours on the pit. I tend to eat me BBQ dry. Let the diner decide how much, if any, to put on.</p>
<p><strong>SIDES</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Perhaps the greatest gift the South has given the culinary community, beyond BBQ, is the &ldquo;Meat and Three.&rdquo; While the center of the plate will always be protein, you can&rsquo;t have a full BBQ experience with some amazing sides. And frankly, this is where the real angst lives. I can never choose. They&rsquo;re all awesome. I&rsquo;m talking about beans, slaw, green, potato salad and the best southern vegetable &ndash; Mac-n-Cheese. And don&rsquo;t forget a big &lsquo;ol square of cornbread.</p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">&nbsp;</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="font-size: 150%;">BBQ in A2</span></strong></p>
<p>Back to my Meat Week adventure&hellip; As I mentioned, I didn&rsquo;t have time to visit eight joints in eight days. I wish I had. It took no time at all to think of more than eight restaurants known for good BBQ.&nbsp; Luckily I chose well and the three I did visit were proud Meat Week contenders.</p>
<p><strong><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 175px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/RUB%20BBQ.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116391600" alt="" /></span></span>THE NEWBIE: R.U.B. BBQ&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </strong>Here&rsquo;s proof that you don&rsquo;t need to grow up in the south to make great BBQ. Ann Arbor&rsquo;s newest contender is R.U.B. BBQ on Packard, AKA Real Urban Barbeque BBQ &ndash; yes, it&rsquo;s redundant. Who cares.&nbsp; RUB was founded by a Chaldean family in Detroit. This is their third location. They&rsquo;ve successfully revitalized a space that&rsquo;s languished since ERC gave up the lease over ten years ago. The proximity to U of M&rsquo;s sports campus is sure to help make this stop a game day favorite. I pray the lack of parking won&rsquo;t undermine their business on non-game days. As this was my first and only visit, I&rsquo;ll be brief on my thoughts about the food.&nbsp; I will say that the brisket was more than promising. A buddy has been three times and can&rsquo;t stop talking about the pulled pork.&nbsp; Welcome to town RUB.</p>
<p><strong><span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 175px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Satchels.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116440158" alt="" /></span></span>THE TOWNIE: Satchel&rsquo;s</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I once wrote about Satchel&rsquo;s. You can read about it here [ <a href="http://a2gastroboy.com/blog/ann-arbors-favorite-hill-billy-satchels-bbq.html">LINK</a> ]. I&rsquo;ll save you the full play-by-play and simply say that I love this place. First of all, you can&rsquo;t help but like the owner and pit-master, Hugh Morgan. His eight-foot tall congenial smile smacks of good -ol-boy in a trust-worthy, I-wish-he-was-my-neighbor kind of way. I also relish in the fact that he quit a &ldquo;respectable&rdquo; day job to pursue his BBQ passion.&nbsp; Good on you Hugh. Everything at Satchel&rsquo;s is great. That said, this is the place to try pulled chicken. It&rsquo;s masterful. I also think Hugh makes one of the best collard greens in town. You can also hire Satchel&rsquo;s to bring the smoke to your events. Next summer block-off the street and let the Satchel&rsquo;s wagon cook you a party.</p>
<p><strong>THE BONE DADDY: Chef Chris&rsquo; Boogie Woogie BBQ</strong>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As I stared asking around it became clear that Boogie Woogie BBQ was a moral imperative. Yes, I did the unthinkable, I drove to Livingston County. And yes, Barnstormers is still closed, but there&rsquo;s a fancy new DQ Grill &amp; Chill in Hamburg. All the &ldquo;red-state&rdquo; Livingston politics aside, when you get to Chef Chris&rsquo;s place you realize why everyone is raving. Chef Chris, I want to party with you.</p>
<p><span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Boogie%20Logo.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116595268" alt="" />&nbsp; <span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Boogie%20Brisket.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116636096" alt="" /></span></span></span></span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="full-image-inline ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/Boogie%20Interior.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116674198" alt="" /></span></span></p>
<p>Chris celebrates the natural marriage of music and food. His lobby is a shrine of sorts to Boogie-Woogie southern blues music &ndash; something he also knows more than a bit about. In the middle of the day the smoker was billowing out free smells and laughing at the falling snow. Inside friendly folks were prepping colossal batches of good eat&rsquo;n. This may now be my favorite brisket. My only regret was that I couldn&rsquo;t crack a beer and scream Bocephus.</p>
<p>For the record, there are MANY great BBQ joints in and around Ann Arbor. Should you have the time, here&rsquo;s a few others to consider.</p>
<ul>
<li>Ron&rsquo;s Roadside BBQ (Pontiac Trail)</li>
<li>West Texas BBQ (Jackson)</li>
<li>Zingerman&rsquo;s Roadhouse</li>
<li>Blue Tractor (can anyone confirm that they actually smoke their own meats?)</li>
<li>Red Rock (Ypsilanti)</li>
</ul>
<p>PS: If you suggest Damon&rsquo;s you&rsquo;re banned from the site</p>
<p><span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://a2gastroboy.squarespace.com/storage/meat-week/BGE_LG.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1360116006223" alt="" /></span></span>Before I go I want to share another BBQ confession. I&rsquo;m thinking about joining a cult. No, I&rsquo;m not talking about NorthRidge Church, I&rsquo;m talking about the Big Green Egg. For a few years now I&rsquo;ve been listening to a buddy and my brother-in-law go on-and-on about the splendors of cooking on their big green eggs. At first I thought it was puffery, a feel-good campaign to justify the hefty price tag.&nbsp; Not that there&rsquo;s anything wrong with that &ndash; I&rsquo;m an impractical gadget hound too. I&rsquo;m crazy enough to own four life-changing Sonos units. I know puffery.</p>
<p>Then I spent a weekend in Atlanta visiting one of these eggs. We spent two days sipping off the kegerator and cooking on the egg.&nbsp; I was in awe. It was decided, I&rsquo;m getting an egg.&nbsp; Now that the kegerator buzz has worn off I&rsquo;m questioning my decision. Will I actually use it or will it become a dusty ornament of opulence (Sonos anyone)? I only cook one night a week at best. Should I take the plunge? I&rsquo;m asking because I need advice. Guide me Obi-Wan.</p>]]></content></entry></feed>