Happy Birthday, Chris!

A couple weeks ago we celebrated the birthday of the ever-cheerful and impeccably bearded Chris Taillie.

Nice job with those candles, Chris! Little does he know that in approximately 5 minutes, that fabulous cake, from Cobble Hill’s own One Girl Cookies, will have completely disappeared.

Though we managed to miss out on the traditional blowing-out-the-candles pic, we did end up with this gem in which Nick Loss-Eaton appears to be air-drumming and Chris is biting his lip in birthday cake anticipation while Mark Satlof prepares to catch it all on film (click to enlarge):

Or maybe this is Chris’ rabbit impression? That was a carrot cake after all!

Roadfood: When Good Food Goes Bad

Garrett’s Restaurant in looked perfect: located on the courthouse square in tiny Carlisle, Ky and recommended by the tour guide at the Blue Licks revolutionary war battle site. But once inside, things took a fast turn for the worse. After I’d ordered (country ham, greens, white beans, and mac & cheese) an old lady and an older guy started smoking cigarettes. My son Leo couldn’t take it (and I really can’t blame him). He was miserable. He refused to eat (and he kept his hand over his nose the whole time). For Leo, it was thumbs down for Garrett’s.

But things picked up at the venerable Columbia’s Steakhouse in downtown Lexington, Ky. (the first city in Kentucky to ban smoking), a last bastion of Bluegrass delicacies like fried banana peppers and lamb fries.


Finally, no trip to Lexington is complete without a mess of unparalleled glazed donuts from Spaldings Bakery.

It Must Be Jelly, ‘Cause Jam Don’t Shake Like That

We’ve been working with Jambase for ages, but hadn’t gotten to meet their San Francisco-based staff until recently, when CEO Dave Rosenheim and editor-in-chief Aaron Kayce stopped by to tell us why “Go see live music” is more than a motto for them – it’s a way of life. Because it was first thing in the morning, we brought in coffee and doughnuts – yum!

From left, Dave, Aaron, Chris Taillie and Andy Silva.

Wayfarer Jay Nash Visits New York

Our client Jay Nash was in NYC Friday to play a solo gig at The Living Room. And play he did, to a rapt packed house, many of whom were mouthing the words to “Wayfarer” from his upcoming release ‘The Things You Think You Need’ – which won’t even be out until May 20th! (Guess they’ve been to Jay’s MySpace page.)

Since the temple of knishery was nearby, I picked up a few for pre-show snacking, and LA-based Jay got instant New York cred by exclaiming, “Are those from Yonah Schimmel’s?” before devouring several.

Here’s Jay onstage:

And with Shore Fire’s Cali Green:

Our Vegetable Love Should Grow

There’s an awful lot of meat on this blog, so I thought I’d lighten up the intake with something a little lower on the food chain.

Tuesdays and Thursdays bring a sweet Greenmarket to the plaza across the street, so I snapped these photos there, one of baby greens (always part of my lunch) and one of spring flowers because today is, finally, exquisitely spring-y.



And if you realized that the title of this post was an Andrew Marvell allusion, you’re my favorite reader.

Behold, The Scramble Dog


So, I went to Columbus, GA, last weekend for my soon-to-be-brother-in-law’s bachelor party. I was excited to get the invite, and not just for the prospect of a two day hangover. Here’s why.

Aside from being the ancestral home of Shore Fire’s own Mark Satlof, Columbus’ other claim to fame is the scramble dog (or, alternately, the scrambled dog). This is one of the most storied hot dogs in America. Though the recipe dates back nearly a century, the scramble dog was perfected by one Lieutenant Stevens (his real name), who’s been serving them up at Dinglewood Pharmacy in Columbus for over 60 years!

So what’s in a scramble dog? Well, you start with a tandoori-red hot dog of questionable origin. Then pile on a generous portion of chili, cubed velveeta cheese, pickles, onions, and – the piece de resistance – oyster crackers.

It may look and sound like a gutbuster, but I downed mine in a matter of minutes and was in good enough shape to pile on two plates of barbecue at a cookout for my brother-in-law a mere two hours later.

Next time I’ll order two.