Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The overwhelming inconvenience of dealing with everything

I picked up the cheapest piece of shit laptop I could find sometime last year to use at work (you don't need much to do word processing, use google docs, e-mail, and calendar). Its wound up replacing my mac desktop and my iPad. The only real issue is the keyboard isn't back lit, so its a pain in the ass to type on in the dark.

Watervliet is way sketchier than Troy.

Watervliet is like Lansingburgh with fewer hypodermic needles scattered about.

There are a lot of dogs in Watervliet.

It took six months to hang half of our art in Troy. It took about six hours to hang almost all of it in Watervliet. Its amazing how much easier some walls/rooms are to balance than others.

I have purchased my first power tool.

We had breakfast at Bob's Diner this morning. It was surprisingly pleasant. I haven't been since I was a teenager. We used to go smoke packs of cigarettes there and drink coffee all night - and always ordered their shitty fryer apps like pizza straws (pizza logs now). I think we will probably wind up there fairly often, considering we are only a few blocks away. 

Cleaning up a dump that you are going to go live in and then going back to a pristine 'new' apartment that you are not going to live in much longer is a unique form of torture. 

Drawn out moving sounded good on paper, but I just want it to be over with

We (finally) bought a couch. J&I have been sitting in chairs since we moved to Troy. After a lot of kicking and screaming from me - we decided to go with comfort over design (I'll sit on a brick couch if it looks good). Itll be nice to sleep on it instead of a hardwood floor when I go to bed too late (most nights).

I wish I traveled more.

I wish I used my vacation time more. 

I have been looking almost daily at different bachelors offered completely online through SUNY.

I really hope to avoid the same mistakes I have made in the past. 

J&I are technically domestic partners, which means I can pursue a degree through her place of employment free of charge. Up to 6 credits a semester/18 a year. That translates to maybe...6 or 7 years to get a bachelors?...but its for free...so long as J doesn't find a different job (or domestic partner)

April 22nd was Earth Day. This article made me incredibly depressed. 'America's best idea'. Its hard to spend time in these places and not feel deeply connected to them. In my early twenties I spent a summer with this book , a National Parks Pass, and a Woodalls North American Campground Directory. I drove over 20,000 miles exploring the western US, these parks, and the land.

The marches for science are inspiring, even hopeful, yet their necessity breaks my heart.

The good thing about science is that its true whether or not you believe in it'

I have struggled with mental illness in one form or another for most of my life. This is pretty obvious if you have had any interaction with me. Its something I have just lived with and ignored.

When I signed up for health insurance this past June (for the first time since my early twenties), my primary reason was to 'deal with it'.

In the past 10 months I have tried four different anti-depressants at countless dosages. Its a very difficult thing to track, to understand. It takes at least a month for these drugs to build up a concentration in your blood that has a 'measurable' effect - but how can you compare how you feel today to how you felt six weeks ago? I have trouble comparing how I feel now versus just a few hours ago.

On a normal day I take an anti-depressant when I wake up. By the time I am home from work I will have taken at least three doses of a benzodiazepine (this is a problem in and of itself). I take a different anti-depressant before bed, which acts as a sedative. On a normal day I take at least five pills to attempt to function. And most days it is a struggle.

I often zone out while debating my self worth.

What is my contribution.

What reasons are there to be here?

Why should I stick around?

What am I doing?

What should I be doing?

Shouldn't I be doing something else?

Why haven't I done anything?

Its nearly impossible to not obsess over these things.

L'appel du vide

Sunday, April 9, 2017

85 Reasons to Visit Troy NY


J&I have been discussing the things we will miss about living in Troy - and one thing that comes up over and over is the wonderful community of businesses and their owners who we interact with on a daily basis. As we discussed it more and more in detail, we noticed one reoccurring thing: female owners & operators.

We looked out our window and panned down the street. Market Block Books: Female owned. Anchor no 5: Female owned.  Aurora's Boutique: Female owned. Broken Mold Studio: Female owned. Broccoli's: Female owned.  Artcentric: Female owned. Copper Fox: Female owned. Psychedelicatessen: Female owned. T&J Soap: Female owned. Annick Designs: Female owned.

So...I looked a little more into it. 
 
(Note: While we do know several of the business owners listed below, google definitely helped me out a lot compiling this information and I can only assume that it is fairly accurate)

Female Owned Businesses in Troy, NY:
Twilight Vintage (I think)

Troy, NY businesses with at least one female co-owner:


I dont know about you, but I think that is pretty fucking cool. 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Oh, hey

Time flies.
I suppose its to be expected.
These hiatuses are not exactly unheard of.

J & I took a little trip the first week of January.
We drove to Charleston &; back. 
It felt good to be back on the road
Charleston was nice.
I haven't been since I was 21. It was J's first time in the city. 
'Its like New Orleans with a stick up its ass'.

Some highlights:
  • Sitting belly to the bar at the Boiler Room in Kinston, NC - drinking beer and eating fried oysters and saltines
  • Relaxing at Leon's in Charleston after a exhausting drive full of delays, and having maybe the best roasted oysters we've ever had. 
  • An unexpectedly wonderful meat at FIG
  • The entire menu at Beasley's Chicken + Honey 
  • Every second we spent in Philadelphia - including a meal that surpassed virtually any we had in 2016 - at the astoundingly good Wm. Mulherin's Sons .

Zoe & I took a quick trip to New York in late February 
We adored Cosme.
Olmsted, on the other hand...
Using a ride sharing service completely changes the experience of a day trip to New York
(fuck uber)


J & I have been talking about visiting Alberta (Calgary, Banff, Jasper, Edmonton) for years. Maybe its about time to plan that one.



While we have not signed our lease yet - we are moving to Watervliet. 
Its hard to say how I feel about it. Living in Downtown Troy is absurdly expensive. 
Saving money will be nice


We picked up a CSA with The Alleged Farm this year. We really enjoyed our CSA with Roxbury in the past, but thought we would try something new. They seem to be into weird produce, which is perfect for us. I love the challenge to not waste anything. I'm dreaming of tomato sandwiches.

I also purchased a CSA from Colie - who I have had the pleasure of getting to know a bit over the past year. I really couldn't be happier to help support her growing business. We are very lucky to be surrounded by so many talented artisans in this area. Its such a privileged to watch them grow and thrive... and so easy to see them wither away.

J is happy about this CSA

We aren't quite as good as we used to be, but we definitely still try to buy every time we step into a independent business - even if our intentions are just to say, 'Hi'.

That is one thing I will really miss about living in Troy. There is more community here than anywhere else I have lived. We know so many of our neighbors, business owners. Hell, konigin knows every shop she can go into to say hi to another pup or grab a treat.

When Nick convinced me to pick up a new TV this past holiday season, the deal I landed came with a $100 Dell gift card. This proved to be the most worthless $100 Ive ever received. After agonizing about how to use it for a few months, I decided to pick up a (not) fit bit. I enjoy obsessing over data (I fully understand how inaccurate these things are) and its nice to have something to look at other than instagram and twitter.

One thing I noticed is that it tracks my sleep. How? Who knows (who cares). But it brought to light something that I was only sort of aware of. While I never really got a lot of sleep - according to the data I was averaging less than 1 hour of deep sleep a night. Lots of waking up sporadically. Because I am now an adult, and have insurance coverage -  I now have a rx for trazadone, to help sing me to sleep. And big surprise - I feel significantly better with a more regular sleep pattern.

This regular sleep pattern is also made possible by LPs adjusting its kitchen hours.

Its kind of amazing how different cooking savory food feels vs doing pastry.
Pastry is definitely still my thing though.

People are always so delighted when I tell them I am a Pastry Chef.
For some reason there is a big sense of whimsy that comes with the title.
The reality is that I deeply regret pursuing a career this industry,
and the harsh reality is that it is a very difficult industry to get out of. 

This became very clear to me when I started looking for other things to do when we were planning to move to Asheville. I have a worthless associates. No bachelors. No experience outside of kitchens that is worth anything. Its something I still struggle with often and thinking about it leads me down a rabbit hole of anxiety. Its terrifying feeling stuck. What else could I do? What would I go to school for? What has a true return on investment?


There is no type of person that gets under my skin more than a chef who thinks they are bad ass simply because they are a chef. This type of person is exactly how I would describe (my experiences in) the Saratoga restaurant community - and a big part of why I do not miss it at all.

It also doesn't seem like Troy has much in the way of industry bars. The Ruck is definitely the spot - but its also just a popular bar so... I avoid it like the plague after a certain hour.

Troy needs another bar like the Ruck that isn't the Ruck. Dont get me wrong, I enjoy going to The Ruck...but..it can get a little BRO for me. Maybe the Local will fill that void. Maybe the Bradley will. Who knows. I have a feeling Ill spend a decent amount of time at Deacon Blues now.




Wednesday, August 3, 2016

We have started to charge for our house bread at Peck's Arcade. Needless to say, we have received some feedback.

Personally, I would rather pay for good bread than eat bad bread that is complimentary. 

One guest remarked how much she loved seeing bread on a menu (as opposed to it being complimentary) - saying, ' I know the bread is going to be good if they're charging money for it'

Because it is treated as a menu item, it is given with more respect. People seem to be universally enjoying it more. Ive heard the 'best bread Ive ever had' line more times since we started selling it than I have throughout my entire career.

Some people aren't thrilled about having to pay for it - and they usually don't. 

The idea behind it was -  if I am investing at least 48 hours of time into each loaf  - its worth giving the respect of a proper pick up on the menu. What that means is holding it correctly, reheating it correctly and serving it with respectable accoutrements. 

Part of the reasoning behind the change was that it would make bread production a little more manageable for me - but the reality is that I am actually making more bread now. 

little pecks is open!

The bread I am making for little pecks is a classic pain de mie. It is built into the menu throughout - as an accoutrement and as a base for a lot of our offerings. The process is remarkably different (faster) than the house bread at Peck's Arcade. I really enjoy the bread and love making toad in a hole with it.

Its hard to not obsess over restaurant and cafe design. Current favorite: Arthurs Nosh Bar

Its been difficult adjusting to my new schedule -  from working dinner services to  breakfast/lunch services. I go to bed too late, wake up too early, am exhausted by the middle of the day and wind up taking a nap in the early evening which makes me in turn go to bed too late.

My coffee intake has increased dramatically. Today I drank 3/4 of a gallon of coffee....and still felt sluggish. My go-to order is an (iced) Americano. 

Living in downtown Troy is really nice. It feels like more of a community than anywhere else I have lived - in any city. 

We are on a first name basis with more dogs than people.

While Im still conceiving and designing pastry menus for all places - my sous chef, Bryan, is now executing desserts at Peck's Arcade every night. He has been a life saver and I couldn't do it without him. Its good to see someone step into a roll and be totally dependable. 

I really want to see Devils Tower and Banff on my next vacation

Pie has been very popular at little pecks. We have discussed offering it a la mode.

I had a good time slinging tacos with Nick on Troy Night Out.

I have a tendency to write posts and never publish them. There are several finished drafts on my account.

I only got into cooking fairly recently. I dropped out of high school in 2002 and made the rounds in a series of dead end, miserable jobs. I travelled a bit, and then in 2008 (if I recall correctly) I was fed up with where my life was and decided to goto school. I didn't have much direction, but knew I had a lot of interest in food. SCCC was local, affordable, and had some reputation for being a good program so I figured why not. I applied, signed up for classes and the rest is history.

I didn't cook professionally until my last semester at SCCC - and at that point it was simply to fulfill an working requirement so that I could graduate. I spent that summer and a bit of the fall at Prime at Saratoga National. While there were both good and bad things about the job - it was very important in my evolution as a person, cook, whatever. It taught me a lot about what the food scene is around here. What is acceptable, even lauded.

I moved to Chicago in late December that year to goto school. This was a move that remains one of the more significant things I have done with my life. I learned what it is to be a true professional. To be the absolute best in the world at what you do. To mentor. I met people who remain some of my closest friends still.

I have deep regrets about leaving Chicago. My girlfriend at the time was living in Albany still, and applying to schools. The plan was to have her finish school in Chicago and we would permanently relocate there. Unfortunately she was only accepted to a school in Baltimore, where we wound up going. Its really bittersweet for me - looking back at my friends and colleagues and seeing how far they have gone and thinking where I would be had I not left. I gave up a job offer at a michelin starred restaurant I was staging with to come home and sit on my ass for six months before finding employment at Sperry's.

The summer I moved back from Chicago, I had the opportunity to help a friend train for a national competition that was being held in Texas. In return, I had access to the SCCC kitchens that summer to play around in. I drove the equipment to Texas and on the way had a meal at John & Karen Urie Shields townhouse - which to this day, remains the best restaurant meal of my life. It was a profound experience for me because for the past year or so I had become so obsessed with high end fine dining and contemporary American cuisine - yet nearly every meal I had was such a let down. This was different. It was everything I wanted it to be. It was deeply personal, delicious, and beautiful. Their hearts and souls were on their plates and in their food and it was very moving. They have just opened two new restaurants in Chicago, and I really cannot wait to try them both.

Its an amazing thing, thinking about how one meal could have such a profound effect on me - and how the people responsible for that meal likely have no clue. To them, I was just another table during just another dinner service. Yet five years later I still think about that meal and the whole experience.

I often wonder how many times something like that has happened with me in that roll - where something I had something to do with really had a lasting impact on someone - and to me it was 'just another dinner service'.

In my early twenties I was driving south to visit a friend, and I found myself stuck in some heavy traffic -- where a very wide toll plaza merged into three lanes in a very short distance. It was just a sea of cars moving very slowly. After sitting for a while I looked in my rear view mirror and noticed an attractive girl in the car behind me. After a few seconds I looked forward and noticed a gap had formed between my car and the one ahead of me. I quickly pulled up, not realizing a semi was trying to merge into my lane. This all occurred at such a slow speed there was no real danger - but the driver hung himself halfway out his window and screamed at me, 'thanks a lot ass hole!' I have wanted to apologize to him since.

I was driving back to Albany from Baltimore - while I was splitting time between the cities - when a car not too far ahead of me had a tire blow out. It hooked left and hit the medium, causing it to roll several times. This was one of the more surreal things I have ever experience - where the entire universe seemed like it stopped. It was just like what you see in the movies. The world was deafening with its silence. All there was was the vehicle crashing. I remember seeing it hook left and instantly thinking its going to hit the grass and roll  - and then thinking I couldn't believe how long it was taking for it to cross the three lanes. I immediately put on my blinkers and started to slow to pull over but before I was even off the road there were several people already approaching the car. One truck driver stopped so quickly Im shocked his trailer didn't slide out. I remember him jumping out of his cab, the door still in motion by the time he was across the highway.

When I was a teenager I worked for Ted Etoll / Step Up Presents. This was my first job. I was working one night, breaking down a venue after a show when a tour manager pulled me aside. He asked me if I could give someone a ride to the bus station. I was heading to Albany afterwords and agreed. It turns out the person I was bringing to the bus station was a young man from Japan. He was visiting the capital district because he had found and fell in love with Troycore (a hyper-local style of hardcore). He came to see this specific show (if I recall correctly it was Hatebreed, Madball, Murderers Row, Agnostic Front) - and was then heading to New York City to see some more shows before returning to Japan. He eagerly showed me a NYHC tattoo he got while he was here and expressed that he could not show anyone in Japan because his family would think he was a gang member.



Thursday, May 26, 2016

Six Months In, A Photographic Recap of 2016

Its hard to believe that its (almost) June. We're half way through. Ive put up a whopping four (well...now five) posts so far this year. Way to stick with it. But this makes two posts in two weeks. Perhaps a trend? Who knows.

There are other ways to see what I am up to: 
If you're into random cranky snippets, Twitter is probably the way. 
-or-
If you're a little more visually oriented, maybe Instagram



Now lets take a look and see what I've been up to.
Spring Has Sprung:
Rhubarb has been a little slow getting on my menu this year. I sold an 'Old Faithful' Rhubarb & Ginger crisp for a couple weeks but quickly got bored of it. I've also been stocking up on Grilled Rhubarb Jam. Im hoping to get a Rhubarb + Coconut + Honey dessert going this weekend or maybe next week. 

Nick & I were having a little pecks menu meeting when our first delivery of Ramps walked through our back door. John, one of our Cheese Mongers, picked them in Western MA and throughout Columbia County. I'm pretty sure John will be a regular fixture in the little pecks kitchen. 
Pine Shoots - A spring ingredient that I always forget about until its *just* too late. But this year I was diligent, checking trees every day on my way into work. After my first harvest, I wasn't quite sure what to do with them. I pickled about half of them and made some ice cream with the other half (which I served with the pickled shoots). The ice cream was just OK though. Citrusy, resiny, a little piney. I wasn't crazy about the dominance of the citrus flavor and the coating quality of the milk fat. The following week I decided to make a sorbet with them instead (which ultimately became a granita). The difference was night and day. This all boils down to water soluble flavors vs fat soluble flavors - and it was a great example of how two very similar recipes could result in such a different flavor profile. The sorbet was bright, sweet, floral, piney - and reminded quite a bit of some more interesting gin's I have tried.  
To play off the gin flavors I decided to push the bouquet with some spring greens that were just starting to pop up in the garden. Here it is, served with Lemon Balm (Green, lemon, lime, floral), Salad Burnet (Cucumber), Wood Sorrel (Green apple, lemon), Green Apple, Pansies (Green, Grass, Menthol) - and it was finished with a splash of Hedonic Tonic (used as a base for tonic water or as a replacement for tonic water in cocktails). It all came together as sort of a gin and tonic slushy. 
During one incarnation of the menu I was left with the dregs of Vanilla Ice Cream, Buttermilk Ice Cream, and Raspberry Sorbet every Saturday after I was done spinning what I needed for my menu. To alleviate boredom one afternoon,   I decided to combine the three and see how it was. The result was a dead ringer for Black Raspberry Ice Cream.
Sometimes when I am bored in the afternoons before service, I play around a bit with what I have kicking around. Here is a 'Tres Leche', with...Tres Leche Cake, smoked date, mezcal, walnut, cajeta, meringue, and coconut lime sorbet. 
Another result of afternoon boredom - Chicago Style thin curst pizza with spicy giardiniera.  
Throw some pineapple with butter, brown sugar, vanilla, salt and pineapple juice in the oven until it looks like this. Serve warm slices of it with vanilla ice cream and the poaching liquid. 

We have changed our bread service a bit at Peck's
I try to ferment the dough for 72 hours before baking. When everything lines up perfectly, the result is pretty great.
I've had a bit of a fascination with desserts from the Basque region. I had a Basque Cake on my menu for a little while. This is a Basque Cheesecake, which is intentionally bunt to shit - giving it a flavor reminiscent of flan or creme caramel. The texture is that of a broken custard,  not unlike ricotta - and is oddly pleasant. I really love this one. 


Last week I used up the last of the coconut in my pantry - and for whatever reason I decided that rather than ordering more, I would try getting in a case of coconuts and process them. What I didn't realize was that a case of coconuts was a bag roughly the size of me. There was a bit of learning curve with this project and I wound up wasting an entire afternoon with it. I am left with a shit load of coconut water, coconut milk, coconut oil and desiccated coconut - which I am now actively looking for ways to use up. 
Caramelized things - milk, sugar, potato, butter
Early last year at Peck's Arcade, we had a braised rabbit dish on the menu. Matty and I frequently commented how much it reminded us of chicken & dumplings, or chicken & rice. While we never pursued the idea, it always stuck with me. Over this past winter, a guest gave the kitchen a rabbit (we really do have the best guests), which I was lucky enough to take home. It sat, waiting patiently, for the right day - which brought with it half a foot of snow. Here it is, resting - ready for the tender meat to be plucked off the bone. 
We have been doing a lot of recipe testing for little pecks. 

Its a hard job..
But someones gotta do it
Shaker Lemon Pies, resting before an event that requested seasonal fruit pies. I hadn't made these in almost six years. I originally found out about them in 2010 after spending an afternoon at Hancock Shaker Village, thumbing through books and shooting the shit. I was on the hunt for 'lost recipes' from Upstate New York/Western Mass for a Slow Food dinner that summer. 
Konigin is the subject of a disproportionate amount of my photography. 
She loves running around the back yard we have in Latham. We'll all miss it once we relocate to Troy.
This was the first shot I took with my new camera. It remains one of my favorites. 

I was told the best way to get better with a camera is to shoot boring subjects.

Even with boring subjects, you begin to find patterns. 
For example, I had no clue how much I enjoyed photographing light bulbs.



We have the best sunsets in Upstate New York. This photo was not edited. 

I finally got to try a From Roy panettone - which I ordered for Mothers Days. I was apprehensive dropping $50 (+$25 shipping!) on what amounted to be a loaf of bread - but it really was something special. We ate nearly the entire thing the first night. 












Monday, May 16, 2016

Insomnia

Its just past midnight and I'm sitting here nursing a glass of bourbon

Instead of sleeping - or better yet, doing work that needs to be done - I am working on a Spotify playlist that will never be played at the restaurant. 

As per usual, my sleep cycle is out of whack - not being able to sleep when its most important. I have a 16 hour day ahead of me - starting 7.5 hours from now. 

The upside to this scenario is stretches of solitude where I can actually be productive. The problem is, I always seem to drift off, down the rabbit hole that is the internet. Making playlists. Falling deep into the reddit homepage. Instagram. Anything but what needs to be done 

And there is quite a mountain of things that need to be done. 

The best way I can describe opening a restaurant is being completely overwhelmed by everything at all times. It is an unsurmountable amount of work that never stops growing. Its like when you first dump all the puzzle pieces on the table. You don't even know where to begin. Then, you start sorting your colors. You build your border. And before you know it, the final image begins to appear before your eyes. 

J & I have decided to stay in the Capital District another year. Opportunities have presented themselves that are too good to pass up. Its too soon to move on from Peck's Arcade. We're only just getting started. And little pecks? Its shaping up to be something just as special.

I was rear ended a few days ago. Its been a whirlwind of paperwork since. Ive nursed this car more than any other I've owned, and its been hit twice in its short 4,500 mile life. The first was a hit and run while it was parked, and the second this week. It'll be 10 days until I'm back in it. 

We are moving to downtown Troy next month. Both of us will be able to walk to work. This is probably the best thing that could happen for both of us. 

I've switched to Sleepy Time Tea. Next move is melatonin. 

We toured the Celestial Seasonings factory in Colorado on our road trip. We did lots of stupid stuff on that trip because it was free. This was one tour that was actually fun. Thats mostly because we had a good, very sarcastic tour guide. 

Corey's place opened. I don't see him much any more. That bums me out.

Starting next month I will have health insurance for the first time since my early twenties.

I still miss the desert. 

My life has become a series of deadlines. 

John came in for dinner. Twice. The first time he brought one of my mentors, who I haven't seen since shortly after I moved back from Chicago. It was a lot of fun cooking for them. 

Its fun cooking food you like

Its fun working for and with people you like

Its a remarkable feeling having people back you up. Believe in you and what you do.

I don't write too much any more. Hard to find the time. 


Overhead:

'That rice and beans life'

'Just down here flicking flowers into Greg's mouth, nothing to see here'

'For a while, I didn't even know it, but my wiener was hanging out of my dress'

'I woke up in the morning and the dog was covered in my shit'

'Its so hard to think'

'Amtrak time machine'

'DUDE, I cant read sign language'

'Give that bulldog a taco GOD DAMMIT'

'What book?? Scumbags guide to dating?'

'Hey old Kurt Russel, fuck off. You were great in Waterworld, but get outta here'

'My ass was purple for like 3 weeks'

'She'll love being part of the downtown dog scene'

'The worlds weird today. PUDDLES OF MILK. Everything is so fucking weird'

'Thank GOD I only got like 20 years left on this planet'

'If I had your wiener, Id do LOTS of things with it'

'The penis definitely brightened my day yesterday'

'I wish I was jeff. The muscles'

'I like your little hole'

'Crouching Tiger Hidden Pizza'

'Is that a dog or a GUN?'

'I got into college on my dance skills'

'Remember that time I farted in your mouth?'

'This is a good test because you guys are at the highest level of bakery snob'


Sunday, January 24, 2016

100

Bowtie is showing Eraserhead this weekend. The first time I saw it in a theater was in the early 2000's at the Red Vic in San Francisco (famous for its love seats in the first couple rows). It never really dawned on me how funny the movie was until seeing it in this setting - with the entire theater laughing hysterically. 

I also saw Blue Velvet at the Red Vic on another trip - it was equally as funny.

The funniest movie going experience of my life was at the Madsion Theater in Albany - in a former version of itself. I knew a projectionist who worked there and somehow he convinced his bosses to let him hold what we wound up calling 'Punk Movie Nights'. The basic idea was: have private screenings of movies for friends after the theater closed for the night. The first one he did was for the Jackass movie which, at the time, was just being released. After a show got out at Valentines (I could be remembering this incorrectly) - basically everyone migrated over to the Madison to see the movie. I don't remember the details very clearly, as there was a lot of alcohol involved - but I do remember laughing so hard tears were running down my face and the sound of 40s rolling down the aisle, as well as seeing beer cans flying through the audience. It looked like a war zone after the movie was over.

There were maybe half a dozen more punk movie nights after this - and they were all a blast.

I dragged J to see the Revenant. I have been a fan of Alejandra Gonzalez Inarritu since I first saw Amores Perros in 2000. But even more importantly - Emmanuel Lubezki is one of my all time favorite photographers, and shooting an entire film in the Canadian wilderness with natural light...I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see it. The movie was good - albeit challenging - and it was breathtakingly beautiful. It was amazing how much the landscape felt like a character in the movie. 

The thing that surprised me the most about the Revenant was its references to Alejandro Jodorowsky's, 'The Holy Mountain' - an old favorite that is equally filled with symbolic imagery

A scene in The Holy Mountain that is directly referenced in The Revenant 

Hateful Eight, however, I did not enjoy. And considering how much of the movie takes place in a single room or the inside of stagecoach  - the super wide 70 mm seemed wasted.

Chipotle is offering paid sick leave to give its employees inventive not to come to work when they are sick - theoretically to prevent them from geting customers sick.  I have no clue what the kitchen culture is like at Chipotle or places like it - but what I can say is that every kitchen I have ever worked or spent time in : there is a HUGE stigma attached to taking a sick day. A personal day? I can only imagine its worse - but I've never actually seen anyone try to take one. 

I can't think of a single time I have called in sick to a restaurant. The closest I have ever come was the day someone very close to me died. To be clear - they died before my shift and I still went in and got things going before leaving early to take care of the affairs. 

Any time I have seen someone call in sick, the amount of shit talk that is a result is staggering. We have all heard stories about people losing a finger, going to the emergency room - and then returning to work to finish out their shift.  I remember Dominic writing about a dishwasher who 'died' and still came to work later that day.

The basic idea in this industry is that you are never actually sick enough to not come to work.

You can learn a lot about who is sourcing what where by hanging out in the Restaurant Depot parking lot.

We are offering ice cream and sorbet by the scoop at Peck's now. One flavor of each, changing weekly-ish. The most popular flavor so far: Grilled Citrus Sorbet. I thought it tasted like an Arnold Palmer - which nobody else agreed with. 

We are also offering a daily five course tasting menu at our Chefs Counter. So far it has been well received and fun.

It took 2259 days to reach 100 posts. That is one post every 22 and a half days. In some ways that doesn't seem so bad, considering how many times this thing has been on hiatus. In other ways it seems like not nearly enough.

The boost in readership I get on Wednesdays from AOA's, 'Whats Up In The Neighborhood' (as well as their weekly recaps on Fridays) is certainly a motivating factor in putting up new posts. I've noticed the same pattern with some other local blogs too - posts going up just under the gun late Tuesday nights.

I've noticed that any time I write about the road trip, I am not included in WUITN. Initially I thought it may be because it wasn't locally relevant or whatever...but since then I have noticed other peoples travel posts being linked. My Sous Chef Bryan said its probably because comparatively, the posts are kind of boring. Im not sure that is unique enough for exclusion. Clearly I have thought way too much about this.

Rumor Has It: A chef with local connections is scouting locations in Albany County for a Blue Hill at Stone Barns like restaurant. They certainly have the financial backing for it.

Best source for restaurant gossip: Delivery drivers.


Overheard:

'That wiener has a wiener.' RT

'Convict the Hudson!' VC

'Hes got hot dog poisoning.' RT

'Did you learn anything?' 'Uh, yeah - don't hold on the end of a vibrator' JHS

'Gregs brain to wiener -  we need you guys ' RT

'If there was a dime on the floor I could pick it up with my ass' JHS

'Nail that penis to the wall' RT

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

The Road Trip, Part 11: Boise, ID > Palouse Falls, WA > Spokane, WA > North Cascades National Park


*Just a quick note - as the formatting on this blog keeps some of the photographs pretty small. You can click on any of the pictures to enter a slide show, which will allow you to see larger format photographs*

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Day 48: Craters of the Moon, ID to Boise, ID. 203 Miles, 3 Hours 8 Minutes

We left Craters of the moon as the sun was starting to set. We knew we had a bit of a drive ahead of us so we pushed through as hard as we could. Not much to report here as once the sun is down - you cant really see much. We tried our best throughout the entire trip to not drive after dark unless totally necessary. When we got into the greater Boise area we stopped at a McDonalds for some food and tried to figure out where to camp for the night. It became clear rather quickly that camping in your vehicle was illegal in the Boise area and we were TSOL. We started calling Walmarts further and further away and eventually found one that was OK with us being there. This proved to be an issue for, essentially, the remainder of the trip. The best we can figure is in towns or areas where people want to go camping or RVing - the towns want to ensure that campgrounds stay in business - so they make parking lot camping illegal. Makes sense, but sucks for poor saps like us, trying to stretch a buck.

Day 49: Boise, ID

When we were in the early stages of planning the road trip, we wanted to check out Boise. It eventually got cut because it added too much time to our original route. After being held up in Grand Junction, CO waiting out bad weather - we took a big detour up to Glacier National Park and cut back down. This presented us the opportunity to goto Boise which we were happy about. Unfortunately we did not have any research done for the city and really didn't know what to do. We were at the mercy of our iPhones and their local newspapers. 

It was a gloomy, windy day so we thought we would start by driving around a bit and then finding some indoors stuff to do. We were happy to see lots of trees, green space, bike lanes (that seemed like they were just starting to be installed - they started and stopped abruptly) , people on bikes and even some nice architecture. The city was small - not unlike Albany - but walkable. There was a ton of construction - the best city I can compare it to would be Montreal. While its annoying to be stuck in traffic, we try to think of this as a good thing - showing continual improvement of infrastructure and growth as a city. 

Our first stop was at the Basque Museum and Cultural Center. Apparently Boise has a fairly large Basque population. The museum was pleasant enough. After the museum we walked over to the Basque Market where we had a few pintxos and some Spanish Wines. We liked it here and thought about how nice it would be to have a lunch place like this in the Capital District. After lunch we spent some time walking around downtown, peeking into shops here and there. The only place I really remember here was the Idaho Candy Company - who is apparently known throughout the Northwest for their 'Idaho Spud' candy, which is a marshmallow dipped in chocolate sprinkled with coconut. Its pretty regrettable. 

We decided to finish the afternoon walking around the trails along the Boise River in Barber Park. This is a pretty popular lazy river destination - and seemed comparable to the Battenkill. We were in the mood for some beer and bar food so we checked out Taphouse which had an intimidating tapline of beers from the northwest we had never heard of - many of which were very good. If I recall correctly we shared a plate of fries - which were good - and oogled all the food we saw coming out of the kitchen. We would have ordered more but we had grabbed a groupon for Blue Sky Cafe in Nampa, ID - closer to where we were staying for the night. We got there and it was a trivia night, which was fun to watch. Im stuggling to find a place to compare it to...its very simple american food - SOS, grilled cheese, tenders and fries, burger....stuff like that. The place was packed and the food was enjoyable and comforting. It has since closed. We set up shop in a Staples parking lot for a wifi connection and watched some TV on the iPad until it was time to turn in for the night.

Day 50:

Our first stop of the day was at Boise State University - where there was a couple art exhibits we wanted to check out. It took us a while to figure out where the building we were looking for was - and some of the exhibits were very tiny (a ceramics one was in a single display case outside a classroom) - but the one that drew us in - The Last Supper: 600 Plates Illustrating Final Meals of US Death Row Inmates - was worth the effort. If the title doesn't sum it up - it was a display of 600 plates with illustrations of (600) death row inmates final meal requests. It was fairly sobering.

After leaving the art exhibit, we drove over to Julia Davis Park -  a very nice and fairly big park in downtown Boise. It is home to several museums and a zoo, among other things. It also connects to the Boise Greenbelt - a 20 mile long bike path that cuts right through the city. We walked around a bit and admired little things that are often absent in places like this - plenty of trash cans, grocery bag/dog poop clean up stations, bicycle repair stations, water fountains.

Fall colors at Julia Davis Park

Inside the old prison
Next we took a drive over to the Old Idaho State Penitentiary - which is exactly what it sounds like. We spent a bit wondering around, exploring the crumbling buildings. Once we left we walked on the Ridge to River Trails (a trail system with over 180 miles of trails, maintained by the city) that are accessible here for a few minutes and then made some sandwiches and ate them on the hood of the car while watching some guys ride up the trails on mountain bikes.

A flight & dominoes at Woodland Empire
From here we decided to head downtown to  check out Woodland Empire, a local brewery. We ordered a couple flights and asked for the darts (steel tips!) and settled in for the rest of the afternoon. We really enjoyed the beer and lazy vibe here. We also played some dominoes and Pacman (a fast game, according to J - a Pacman expert). My favorite beer was a coffee beer that actually tasted of good coffee. When I was a kid we would watch the Drew Carey show - and in that show they brewed a beer called Buzz Beer - which was made with coffee. I always dreamed about how awesome it must taste (being a kid I was very familiar with the flavors of beer and coffee) - for whatever reason it always resonated with me. And every coffee beer Ive ever had was pretty gross. Never enough coffee. Often too heavy or syrupy. This was black coffee with some good beer. So thanks Woodland, for fulfilling my dream of trying a beer that tastes like how I imagined Buzz Beer to taste like.


Once we sobered up a bit we went over to Rick's Press Room for dinner. We found this place on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives where they pushed their Hashbrown Salmon. So, naturally we ordered this. J liked it more than I did. Still worth a shot! 

Ricks famous Salmon.
Our next destination was Spokane, WA via Palouse Falls State Park - which we found while browsing Pintrest (really). This drive takes you through North Eastern Oregon and then up into Washington. We decided to stop for the night at a Walmart in Pendleton, OR. 

Boise, ID to Pendleton, OR. 222 Miles, 3 Hours 28 Minutes. 

Day 51:
Pendleton, ID to Palouse Falls State Park, WA. 93.8 Miles, 2 Hours 12 Minutes.

Palouse Falls

The drive from Pendleton to Palouse Falls took us through Walla Walla, WA where we stopped at a Safeway to get some sandwich stuff to eat while we were at the park. It took what felt like forever to get there, and through some very desolate farm land. The park was a very quick stop - but worth the time. We essentially parked, walked along the ridge for a few minutes, snapped some pictures, then made lunch and left. We wondered if there was access at the bottom of the falls after noticing what looked like trails that lead down. Once we were finished there, we pushed through to Spokane. 

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Palouse Falls State Park, WA to Spokane, WA. 103 Miles, 1 Hour 55 Minutes

We didn't have any plans in Spokane - it was just the most logical place to stop for the night. We knew this ahead of time and had picked up a Groupon for English Setter Brewery - which was our first stop. We enjoyed our beers and tried to come up with a game plan for the night while we were there. We found a Walmart to call home for the night, decided on a pizza place for dinner, and tried to find something to do downtown in the late evening. Needless to say, most things were closed. 

View of the Monroe Street Bridge

We settled on checking out the Monroe Street Bridge - the largest arch bridge in the US. Whatever that means. It was pleasant enough - but we were hungry. We went to the Flying Goat for pizza. It was instantly apparent this place was POPULAR by the hour wait we had, the line out the door, the seemingly infinite number of people doing pick up. The pizza was Neapolitan style and was, frankly, incredible. If we lived within an hour of here - it would be part of the regular rotation. We ate outside by the fire pit and split a Wellington - with asparagus, mushrooms, garlic, oregano, cheese, and heavy cream. This pizza still comes up in conversation from time to time, over a year later. After dinner we headed to Walmart and turned in for the night. We had a long drive ahead of us the next day - all the way to Seattle. Depending on the overnight weather (it was Mid-October at this point and mountain passes were starting to close because of snow pack) we were hoping to get there via the North Cascades National Park/Highway. 


Day 52: 
Spokane, WA to Tacoma, WA (hotel) via the North Cascades National Park. 405 Miles, 7 hours 37 minutes.

This was one of my favorite drives of the trip - even though it was painfully long. We were finally driving into the Pacific Northwest. At least the PNW we knew from books and movies and television. We drove over the Coulee Dam, with views that stretched across the Columbia River. We drove along the Colville Reservation, through several Apple Towns that were incredible to see - terraced orchards running up the steep banks of the Columbia River. Eventually we were through the foothills and starting to gain elevation into the Northern Cascades. 


Moss covered trees

There was a thick, dense forest - composed of many varieties of trees covered with thick, hairy moss from the trunk to the tips of the branches. Lots of Autumn colors still remaining. Heavy, low clouds loomed above us - and before we knew it, we were above them. Winding through the high peaks was dramatic and mesmerizing. Even though it was overcast - we thought it added to the experience.  We stopped at Diablo Lake which was impossibly turquoise - due to the silt from the glacial water that feeds it. Theres not much I can do to really accurately describe the beauty here, so I'll let the pictures do the talking.
The first vista after rising above the clouds

Another dramatic vista

J on the beach, looking out at the turquoise water (no color correction here - I realize its not turquoise in the photograph)

Reflections in the foggy water


From our Book:

Nothing, as this section was mostly unplanned!