Tuesday, November 11

Porny-Named Things at the Restaurant Supply Shop


I was in a restaurant supply store to kill some time between appointments, looking among all the devices and equipment I experienced at c-school -- damn, I would love a potato ricer to make proper purees. That tortilla press sure is inexpensive. Huh, those miniature tart pans sure are overpriced. But when I got to the "Tunnel of Bundt", I gasped -- if this ain't the root of food-porn, I don't know what is!

ADDENDA:
To tired to cook today. Ordered in dinner, tipped an extra buck.

BREAKFAST: 9:15am, brioche french toast with 2 slices of bacon, 2 small sugar donuts, water, 1 bowl, hunger 4/5
Treated myself to Balthazar breakfast after an early morning doctor's app't. (Don't worry, everything is fine.) Have really liked this restaurant for a long time, but looking at the food from a culinary point of view, I was slightly underwhelmed. The donuts were good and fresh, but there was nothing special about them to justify the $2 for a small donut -- it's $2 at the donut plant for a similar size and style but 2x as good. The french toast was good, they went for a very light and pillowy thing, but for $14, I'd either want something more substantial or a 3rd piece. As Chef A ruefully said about a recent dining experience yesterday: "Good is the new Excellent."

LUNCH: 2:45pm, hot dog, fried potatoes, 1.25 bowl, hunger 4/5
On the Coney Island boardwalk, under the cold sun with the HVS, after a nice strolling bike ride down from Manhattan.

PM WATERING: 6pm, quart of water

DINNER: 7pm, egg roll, shrimp toast, singapore mai fun, apple-cheese pie, 2 bowl, hunger 4/5

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