Category: orlando

I have had some kind of blog slowdown for a few weeks and am trying to get back on track.  It wasn’t like I went off food or adventuring.  I spent some time working on some ideas for a friend who is looking to launch a holiday magazine, saw Anthony Bourdain, went to a new restaurant in the tourist district  and Z has been sick too-all that said, maybe this week I’ll get it back together.    We did get ourselves to a new restaurant in our ‘rural’ neighborhood called Nona Blue.  It is a clubby tavern sort of concept next to the Lake Nona Country Club and is backed by golfer Graeme McDowell.

It is full of warm wood, has a robust bar concept and is full of the golf shirt set.  We sat in a tall backed circular booth and had a fair view of the room as we perused the menu.  It was pretty busy with lots of post-work and post-golf schmoozing happening in front of our eyes.   I went sort of traditional choosing fish and chips and Z had a pork chop.  The fish and chips were solid.  Two nicely sized chunks of white fish with a crunchy coating and steak fries.  I really liked the tartar sauce a lot.  It was really dilly and I didn’t think I liked dill.  I might though.  I wasn’t sure the server had been serving long as when I asked for malt vinegar she seemed surprised.  I also had a little trouble eating it as it is served in a wire basket and it was a little greasy so I wanted to use a fork and knife and the wires of the basket posed a less that perfect backdrop for use of cutlery but it tasted really good.  Z ordered a pork chop.  It came out no less than three inches thick.  Peculiarly, it was cooked through but not hot at all.  I wanted to send it back but he wouldn’t do it.    He said it tasted good with it’s accompanying mashed potatoes and apple chutney.  We weren’t really hungry but they had a trio of doughnuts as a dessert offering so we tried that too.  It was kind of funny really and unexpected, six mini doughnuts that were incredibly reminiscent of the ones you get in a gas station six pack.  Surprising and bizarre-they were warmed and served with sweet sauces of chocolate, strawberry and caramel.

The overall experience was quite strange.  We decided that if we went back we would try the burgers and sandwiches.  It was maybe a little pricey for a weeknight for us, but fits it’s target clientele well.  We didn’t have the very best experience we could have but will likely give it a second chance since it sits in our neighborhood.  In discussing this with a few people at work, they have all had better experiences than we did.  This might have something to it and we’ll have to give it a second chance.

I have a lot of cookbooks.  I can’t really say how many, but it’s possible that it tops one hundred.  I can’t even say I try not to buy them.  Thanks to a notice from a friend who blogs here, we went to the UCF Book Festival and attended a panel by some local food celebs last weekend and they were talking about their books, eating and shopping local, cookbooks vs. online recipes, recipe testing, etc.  It was really engaging and I was sad at how quickly the time flew by.  Hosted by local food critic, Scott Joseph and the panel was comprised of Pam Brandon, Katie Farmand & Heather McPherson who all collaborated on a cookbook called Field to Feast, celebrating the local farm and chefs in mostly Central Florida as well as James & Julie Petrakis of The Ravenous Pig/Cask & Larder who have also written a cookbook called The Ravenous Pig, Seasons of Florida.  It was interesting to hear them discuss the slow coming of age of locavorism in Orlando and all about the producers, that for the most part, I hadn’t heard of.  When asked where a non-food professional (me) could purchase great local products and produce close to Lake Nona, they said they felt it was coming.  I hope so but don’t see it yet.  They also sang the praises of Whole Foods produce and their work to procure and sell local.  I agree with that sentiment although don’t always find it easy to get over there on a weekly basis.  The other thing that has stretched my mind were the comments about why people cook from cookbooks in the age of the internet.  They thought people bought them for the ‘story’ and after talking about it at home we also think that the recipe testing is a key.  For the most part you know a recipe is going to work.  I personally think that for me, they are a source of visual inspiration.  I don’t really buy books that aren’t stunning visually.  After the talk they had a book signing and Z bought me copies of both books which I am engrossed in reading.  One of these days I might even cook something.

a few months ago I read that chef Tony Adams of Big Wheel Provisions and the Big Wheel Food Truck was opening a pop-up restaurant for five or six days to serve full dinners based on the same local and nose-to-tail principles that he uses at the food truck.  I was so excited that we would be able to have a fun and unique dinner experience, until Z found out that the trip was going to be real and fall over the same time period that the pop-up-named Kennebec, was going to be open.  I lamented the fact to one of my co-workers and less than an hour later she chimed across the cubicles, ‘We’ve got a reservation!’  Hurrah-something to look forward to!  Well, the big day arrived and my co-worker was lamentably downed by the flu.  But our reservation included my boss and along with her husband and daughter we decided to go anyway.

We arrived at the location, a multi-use location close to downtown Orlando where anyone can rent office or meeting space for an hour, morning or day, called Urban Rethink.  It can be used as a workspace or meeting space and is a unique space.  We were seated quickly at a long table that would be considered somewhat communal.  You could be seated with space in between or right next to your neighbor.  We were seated in the four seats at the end of the row and had a brief explanation of what the evening would hold.  Part of the proceeds from our check would include a donation to Urban Rethink and our server would be right with us.  The menu was updated and changed each evening to reflect what was available that day in the marketplace and local farms.  They brought the printed menus and a drink menu.  I ordered a complicated drink that turned out to be a beer cocktail called the Fogdog that included Meyer Lemon, Ginger, Witbier, Vanilla and Honey Bitters.  At first sip I wasn’t won over but it kind of grew on me and in retrospect was super refreshing.   They also delivered a brussels sprout amuse and I asked our server what it was and she said she would check….

fog·dog (fôg dôg , -d g , f g -). n. A bright or clear spot that appears in breaking fog.

We shared two appetizers – Banh Mi Pork Rillettes – a small bit of toasted baguette with some fresh vegetables and fish sauce and my favorite, Rhody style sweet corn johnny cakes with sweet duck confit, celery leaf, white birch syrup and fuji apple.  I loved this and am going to try to make some corn pancakes soon at home.  I love the idea of a savory pancake with soft meat and a bit of crisp apple.    For my main course, three of us in our group ordered braised Kurobata pork cheeks with roasted carrots and spaetzle.  I do want to pull back a minute here and talk about the funny servicewear.  At some point during our meal we realized everything was from Ikea.  I suppose if you were running a short term place that you wouldn’t want to go in big on dishes and I guess Ikea is less costly even than renting.  We also commented on and liked the garnishes of aspen printed paper straws in our drinks and little bamboo paper cups with tea lights.  But that pork rose way above the humble dishware.  Succulent and soft but still with enough chew and texture to be pleasing.  And the spaetzle was cooked but had a little chew and a bit of crispness, maybe from a pan finish.  It was topped with some fresh lemony gremolata and creme fraiche Rahm sauce.  I got to taste the lamb bolognese made with local 4-H lamb and Anson Mills polenta.  I really liked the polenta as a change from the standard noodles I have always had. 

I finished with a blueberry hand pie with maple pop rocks on top and a spoon of creme fraiche.  So amazing.  The fizz of the maple against the earthy sweet blueberries.  Lovely.  We also enjoyed other offerings including a deconstructed key lime pie with the wierdest molecular jellies of dark and stormy and the most delightful creamy merigue and dollop of sweet tart key limes.  It was an interesting evening.  Our server never did tell me what the amuse had in it and at some point I realized that I had met her before.  She said, ‘you know, I’m sorry – I’m a fish monger at my day job.’  It got me thinking about how pop-ups do it-get staff and servers but I suppose it is mostly friends and colleagues who have a stake in what they are doing.  Our server is a fish monger who just a couple of weeks ago had given part of our tour at Lake Meadow Naturals, explaining the fishing methods and line catches of Wild Ocean.  I told her I remembered her at this point and she was cute, telling us we had been great guests and she loved serving us.  My boss busted out with, ‘Kathy has a blog-it’s myurbanpantry’ and handed me a pen so I could write it down for her.  She reciprocated by offering me a tour of Wild Ocean which reminds me that I need to get out there and do that!

Overall I enjoyed the experience.  It was fun and we missed our other co-worker (I reserve all their names for their privacy.)  I’d do it again and again.  Z didn’t get to have all the fun this time.  **And an after the fact note-Chef Tony Adams is closing up shop and moving to Nantucket to take a position.  This makes me sad.  We are losing a great asset and his food will be missed.

while it might feel like every meal we eat is outside of our house, that wouldn’t really be true.  Z has often commented that I should write about the everyday, the failures, the bland and the boring.  I do feel that as a general rule we are eating pretty well, both at home and outside of it.  We cook good food (most of the time) and eat at a fairly high level.  I will also say I’m not above a hot dog or McDonalds because that would be a lie.  All that said, we all love a good grilled cheese sandwich and I have kind of lamented the fact that there isn’t a grilled cheese place here in town.  Ah, but now there is.  Toasted opened recently in the Winter Park (where else) area and sports a menu filled with grilled cheeses of all sorts (except a Wonder bread and Kraft Single) so we stopped in one night for dinner.  It is a cute place with nice cute decor, a swiss-cheesy treatment on the left side wall and a periodic table of cheese on the right wall.  It does make me wonder if the designer who made the periodic table even likes cheese as they spelled Manchego (Manchengo!?) wrong.  I love me some good spelling (and grammar.)  I did really enjoy the box graters that they had turned into a light fixture-junk gypsy style.

I ordered the blackberry melt-fontina cheese, applewood smoked bacon, blackberry mash and arugula on some kind of nondescript white bakery loaf.  It was really good with the berries a nice sweet foil against the earthiness of the fontina.  It might be sacrilege to say this but I think I didn’t even need the bacon.  Z had a ‘forever fall’ sandwich with white cheddar, roasted sweet potatoes, and apple chutney on levain bread.   These sandwiches were tasty and imaginative.  I’m not sure I couldn’t do this at home but I probably wouldn’t.  Good old American grilled cheese with a bowl of steamy tomato soup will probably remain the standard with the occasional cheddar and tomato slice standing in the gap.