This note from Tiffany Fox, of Fox's Donut Den, whose landmark neon sign is under fire:
Hey, guys--Thanks for the support! The Green Hills News will tomorrow start running an Internet poll comparing our sign with the new proposed design. Please go vote! The rumor is that they'll both be drawings, so make sure you vote for the one with the little Dutch boy, the word "DONUTS" and the floating doughnuts overhead. Thanks, everyone, for your help!
The Green Hills News has just a token presence on the interwebz, so how this online vote will go isn't clear at the website, which, unless we hear differently, is http://www.gcanews.com/index.html
We pass this along, hoping for the best.
Frank Bruni's final food column as restaurant critic for the New York Times runs today, and in it he uses the occasion to answer questions that he was either asked all the time or wishes he'd been asked. Why are you reading this in a Nashville-centered food blog? Because two of his points struck me as valuable whether you're dining in Woodbine or Williamsburg.
One is Bruni's response to a question about which restaurants offer the best value. He answers: sometimes the ones that charge the most. A $20 difference in the check total, he writes, is all that separates a lavish, comfy spread at one elegant restaurant from the relatively spartan experience at another (which he also recommends). "Value doesn't mean a low price," he writes, "it means you're getting a lot for what you're paying."
The other is this amusing response to the question, "Is there any best, safest way to navigate a menu?"
Scratch off the appetizers and entrees that are most like dishes you've seen in many other restaurants, because they represent this one at its most dutiful, conservative and profit-minded. The chef's heart isn't in them.
Scratch off the dishes that look the most aggressively fanciful. The chef's vanity--possibly too much of it--spawned these.
Then scratch off anything that mentions truffle oil.
Choose among the remaining dishes.
Los Rosales, the Mexican restaurant at the corner of Blue Hole and Bell roads, has closed. After changing lands in late 2007 and being reinvented with a healthy, fresh menu in summer 2008, the restaurant--much beloved by Bites readers--closed Aug. 16. A letter from owner Carlos Moncayo cited unfavorable economic conditions.
Nachos restaurant, the 4-year-old Mexican eatery in Franklin, will open a store in Bellevue this week. Located in the Shops on the Harpeth, in the space left vacant by the shortlived One Hundred West, the second Nachos will serve a roster of authentic Mexican cuisine.
Owner Juan "Nacho" Rocha, from the Mexican state of Jalisco, has redecorated the large, spare space, adding a mural of his hometown. The restaurant will have patio dining and a full bar. Located at 8080 Highway 100, Nachos will serve lunch and dinner daily. If all goes according to plan, Nachos will open Thursday, Aug. 27.
The original Nachos is located in Franklin at 1031 Center Point Place, near the Publix at Highway 96 and Royal Oaks.
From ace news hound, Brad Schmitt at WKRN:
Where's Catherine Darnell when we need her?
Bites reported last week on the James Beard Foundation's reci-Tweet contest, in which chefs concocted a recipe in 140 characters or less. The winner for votes, taste and clever use of Twitter was a rye cocktail that intrigued commenter pogo. Here's the winning recipe again.
2oz rye; 0.5oz lime; 0.5oz syrup(in 1:1 sugar:H20 steep 5each cardamom
& *anise pod, 1 stk cinnamon/12hrs); 2- Peychaud : SHAKE
Coming in second-ish was the hangar steak with pimenton, pomegranate molasses and figs, which was my pick for the most complex flavors and complete meal in the most efficient tweet.
1# hngr stk slt>coat 1tsp ea(crndr/cmin/ppr/pmntn)>ck med r, rst>dglz w/rd wn/shlt>pmgrt mlas>wsk bttr>strn ovr slcd stk&rst figs
Judges disagreed, though, citing the critical ratio between the red wine and molasses which was "not spelled out" in the tweet. I thought that was the whole point of Twitter.
For more info and inspiration, go to the posting here.
I bet it's great to work for Tin Angel -- excellent location, great food, nice people. According to a craigslist post, Tin Angel is hiring a line cook.
And Ruth's Chris is hiring a line cook, too, preferably with two to three years' experience in fine dining. Dress to impress, the post counsels, and be prepared to pass a background check and drug screen. Settin' the bar high, again, Ruth's Chris.
Swanky's Tacos in Franklin is having an all-call for hiring.
And City Cafe in Brentwood is reporting a rare open waitress position.
Does all the hiring represent an uptick in restaurant traffic, or is it always like this? Supposedly, dining out is the one thing people consistently cut back when times are tough. So did they? Are they coming back? What is going on there in the trenches where you are, restaurant people?
Anyone who's spent any time on top of Monteagle Mountain probably knows about Pearl's Foggy Mountain Cafe. Located midway between the sleepy burgs of Monteagle and Sewanee, Pearl's offered upscale Southern cuisine prepared with local and organic ingredients and served in a comfortable homey atmosphere. Notice the unfortunate use of the past tense in the previous sentence.
Yup, unfortunately Pearl's was a victim of "Sewanee Lightning" last year. Just like the nearby unfortunately named Burnt Wood Roadhouse, a suspicious fire destroyed most of the building but left the kitchen space intact. The ironies swirling around those circumstances boggle the mind. Local scuttlebutt involved arson, stolen checks, meth labs and disgruntled ex-employees. What really matters is that there's one less place to get a good meal on top of the mountain.
Now, the ghost has officially been given up and Elvis has left the building. While the burnt debris was eventually cleared and some rudimentary structural work has begun, this large sign appeared earlier this month.
It's a beautiful site full of memories with a built-in clientele of Sewanee students, their wealthy parents and the weekend Nashville/Chattanooga/Atlanta commuters who own property on top of the mountain. I can't guarantee anybody can make a living entering the restaurant industry in this economy, but I can think of a lot less desirable places to go bankrupt. Hopefully, somebody will give it a go. I'll be first in line for a table for two on Opening Night.
A former Nashville resident and dear friend of both mine and Jim Ridley's visited recently. We planned a day together seeing old stuff she remembered, and new stuff.
An Arcade trip for Manny's pizza and art galleries promised memories of being 28 again. But grown-up stuff intervened so Jim was, uh, indisposed.
Collective lightbulb over our heads. "Manny's serves pizza. You live in Brooklyn, home to the world's great pizza joints. Let's eat barbecue."
So we set a course correction for Jimmy Carl's, where my friend, a semi-tarian had the thigh plate and I got the beef brisket sandwich. Not to pick a fight, but that brisket is the best thing on the menu, and I'm usually a pork person. The beef is lightly smoke-flavored and tender, and Jimmy Carl's buttery horseradish spread is the fillip that sends it rocketing up the charts.
We ogled Velocity and Terrazzo and marveled at the redevelopment of the Gulch, which she remembered as the scary place where reporters had to park. A good time was had by all, but was there somewhere else we should have gone to see, and taste, the new old Nashville?
It's a balmy Friday evening in downtown Asheville, N.C. Families, couples and sandal-shod singles cruise the festive sidewalks of Pack Square. The wait at Salsas Caribbean restaurant is half-an-hour. The noodle bar a few doors down is packed to the gills with people slurping soba at the patio tables. A half-dozen eateries within strolling distance have waits, and hopeful diners are killing time window-shopping on the gallery trail or watching a gregarious street performer wrestle balloons into the forms of bicycles and monkeys....
It's a warm Saturday evening in Chapel Hill, N.C. The spanking-clean sidewalks of Southern Village--the New Urbanist community on the fringe of the UNC campus--buzz with Tarheels, university professors, neighborhood tweens and families with little kids. As the sun sets, the casual crowd migrates from the pizza restaurant and ice cream store onto blankets on the central lawn. A live band fills the minutes until the feature film goes up on the outdoor movie screen....
It's a weekend night in Nashville. You're back from your jaunt through North Carolina, and you want to park your car and stroll a while, grab something to eat and get a little low-cost family-friendly entertainment. Where can you go?
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