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Another smoky night.
And kayakers.
Over 43,ooo acres (60+ square miles) burned.
This area has bog and peat, so the fires will burn underground for weeks.
Mr. H. and I decided to go for lunch out to one of our favorite places which we learned about at the North Carolina Aquarium cooking classes we took.
It's Uncle Tom's Cabin.
No. No. No. It's Old Tom's Tavern.
But I never get the name right.
We've made the drive across the bridge to Currituck several times just to eat here and it's always been good. We just picked the wrong things to eat today.
It was disappointing.
But don't let that stop you from going there.
The seafood bisque is To.Die.For.
Mr. H. got the Caesar Chicken Wrap.
I got the seafood platter, with fried oysters and scallops.
I asked for the side salad.
He asked for the HOUSE salad.
Fries came with the entrees.
We both asked for extra crispy fries, something that most restaurants don't know about.
We both got SIDE salads.
Big difference from the HOUSE salad.
Mr. Hawthorne whined and whined throughout his salad about this.
Then the entrees came.
His wrappy was crappy.
The Caesar dressing was nothing like ours.
Ours is the BEST.
The chicken was dry.
The dressing wasn't good.
This just didn't taste right.
My Seafood Basket?
Disappointing.
The oysters were greasy.
The scallops, not great.
The FRENCH FRIES WERE LIMP!
Not extra crispy.
Just a flaccid mass.
If I were a restaurant owner/chef, I would watch EVERY plate that came back to the kitchen before being put into the dishwasher, just to see what was LEFT on it.
That should tell you something.
GET a CLUE!
Anyways, look at this pic.
Apparently, The Red Hat Society
was meeting today.
Lane, I've told you this before.
If your mother ever, EVER, decides to don purple clothing and a red hat, JUST.SHOOT.ME.NOW.
If at Christmas time, I ever, EVER, appear at WalMart with a sequined Christmas sweater on and wearing actual working LIGHTS on my person,
just take me to the nearest HOME.
I asked the waitress at Uncle Tom's, "How far is the butchery from here?"
"Oh, not far at all."
So we drove North.
At every mile, Mr. Hawthorne declared, "One more mile, then I'm turning back."
FIVE MILES LATER, we came across the butchery.
I have always been intrigued by this sign.
Tours at a butchery.
Does that mean we get to see animals slaughtered?
We went in, were not impressed, and left.
I so want to find a pig's head, veal bones, and pig feet.
Mr. H. was just pissed this afternoon after his disappointing lunch.
So, I'll have to call the butchery up to see if they can provide me with certain items.
And kayakers.
Over 43,ooo acres (60+ square miles) burned.
This area has bog and peat, so the fires will burn underground for weeks.
Mr. H. and I decided to go for lunch out to one of our favorite places which we learned about at the North Carolina Aquarium cooking classes we took.It's Uncle Tom's Cabin.
No. No. No. It's Old Tom's Tavern.
But I never get the name right.
We've made the drive across the bridge to Currituck several times just to eat here and it's always been good. We just picked the wrong things to eat today.
It was disappointing.
But don't let that stop you from going there.
The seafood bisque is To.Die.For.
Mr. H. got the Caesar Chicken Wrap.
I got the seafood platter, with fried oysters and scallops.
I asked for the side salad.
He asked for the HOUSE salad.
Fries came with the entrees.
We both asked for extra crispy fries, something that most restaurants don't know about.
We both got SIDE salads.
Big difference from the HOUSE salad.
Mr. Hawthorne whined and whined throughout his salad about this.
Then the entrees came.
His wrappy was crappy.
The Caesar dressing was nothing like ours.
Ours is the BEST.
The chicken was dry.
The dressing wasn't good.
This just didn't taste right.
My Seafood Basket?
Disappointing.
The oysters were greasy.
The scallops, not great.
The FRENCH FRIES WERE LIMP!
Not extra crispy.
Just a flaccid mass.
If I were a restaurant owner/chef, I would watch EVERY plate that came back to the kitchen before being put into the dishwasher, just to see what was LEFT on it.
That should tell you something.
GET a CLUE!
Anyways, look at this pic.
Apparently, The Red Hat Society
was meeting today.
Lane, I've told you this before.
If your mother ever, EVER, decides to don purple clothing and a red hat, JUST.SHOOT.ME.NOW.
If at Christmas time, I ever, EVER, appear at WalMart with a sequined Christmas sweater on and wearing actual working LIGHTS on my person,
just take me to the nearest HOME.
I asked the waitress at Uncle Tom's, "How far is the butchery from here?""Oh, not far at all."
So we drove North.
At every mile, Mr. Hawthorne declared, "One more mile, then I'm turning back."
FIVE MILES LATER, we came across the butchery.
I have always been intrigued by this sign.
Tours at a butchery.
Does that mean we get to see animals slaughtered?
We went in, were not impressed, and left.
I so want to find a pig's head, veal bones, and pig feet.
Mr. H. was just pissed this afternoon after his disappointing lunch.
So, I'll have to call the butchery up to see if they can provide me with certain items.
7 comments:
What in the sam hill would a person do with a pig's head? I live in Calif and, while we have pigs, I'm sure they don't have heads:-). And another thing...while I have chosen not to join the red-hatters, I think they have great fun and I absolutely love the poem that started their society. On the other hand, Xmas lights on sweaters is the number one reason to put someone away.
I forgot to mention that your pictures are beautiful and I think I would go crazy with all that smoke hanging around.
Flabby fries are the work of Satan.
When I lived in LA there would be fires pretty often - after one especially bad one - I realized that ashes had settled into the pots and pans hanging on my pot rack. Stay safe Hawthornes.
notmuchofacook, the reason I want a pig's head is because I want to try what Carol made:
http://carolcookskeller.blogspot.com/2008/05/head-to-toe-part-two-pigs-head.html
And Carol, we're 50 miles away from the fires. We just get smoke and ash when the wind is just right.
Even Ticky got it in Va. Bch. Also Richmond got some.
Oh NMOAC, I'm sure those red hat ladies were having a ball. I just don't care for any undertakings that require new clothes.
And we always ask for extra crispy fries. And rarely get them. I'm going to have to do some serious thinking on this and figure out how to ask properly. It only took me 35 years of dining out to actually get my extra lemons.
Oops, that link didn't do right.
Just go to:
http://carolcookskeller.blogspot.com
And scroll down to to the pig's head.
I have read the French Laundry blog from time to time. She's very good doing what she does. And you are very brave to want to do the pig's head. Doing something like that would honestly put me off cooking forever. (My screen name is notmuchofacook for a reason, y'know.)
I agree with what you said that “If you were a restaurant owner/chef, you would watch every plate that came back to the kitchen before being put into the dishwasher, just to see what was left on it”. That is what the owner/chef must do, or maybe to ask their customers about their service to improve their service as well as to know what are the problems on their service.
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