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Thursday, June 17, 2010 @ 08:06 AM
Jan

Back in late March, we saw The Young One off at Cleveland International Airport so he could go visit the paterfamilias for Spring Break. We did a celebratory jig as his plane took off and began planning our drive down to Cincinnati to visit with the G Man for a couple of days before heading to a cabin in Hocking Hills.

“Let’s stop someplace in Columbus for dinner,” Beloved said as we got in the got in the car. I agreed, and before I knew it he had his laptop out and we were Googling “fine dining in Columbus.” We chose one, took off driving, and I called to make a reservation for about 7 p.m., when we expected to be there.

And the number was disconnected.

I called directory assistance, and they had no listing for the restaurant at all.  Which is really a shame, because the menu listed online looked nothing short of stunning.

“Call that other place,” Beloved said.

“Awwww, I dunno – they serve Italian,” I replied (I think I’ve mentioned a time or two that I’m not all that crazy about Italian cuisine).

“Grab the laptop again, and look at the menu – maybe they do Northern Italian.”  (Beloved knows the way around my Italian food prejudice is a well-prepared dish of osso bucco and some rich, creamy polenta.)

Well, I didn’t have to grab the laptop – I had my Blackberry handy, so I looked it up that way.  (As an aside – I’m just full of  ‘em in this post – the Droid is MUCH better for surfin’ the net, IMHO.)  What I saw amazed me – small plates of shrimp and grits, several delicious-looking fish dishes, and a “low country trio” that consisted of a grilled quail, a crab stuffed shrimp and a wild boar sausage.

“Hon, this is not Italian,” I said.  “It looks…Southern.”

So we called and made a reservation, and boy – are we glad we did.

Front Bar

G. Michael’s Bistro is a small, casual-yet-upscale restaurant located on Third Street in Columbus’ historic German Village.  It’s listed as an Italian restaurant, but aside from the perennial (and really good, as The Young One will attest to) lasagna on the menu there are no Italian dishes served here.  Apparently, it was originally opened as an Italian place, but a mere couple of months later the head chef left.  The restaurant changed hands after that, and one of the owners – David Tetzloff – become the executive chef.  Chef Tetzloff is a native Ohioan, but earned his Culinary Arts degree from Johnson and Wales University in Charleston, South Carolina.  Better yet, at least to Beloved, he worked in the kitchens of Slightly North of Broad, or SNOB as the locals affectionately refer to it, in that historic Southern city.

Main Dining Room

For the most part, the food at G. Michael’s is well-prepared and delicious (I ordered the grilled veal chop this last time, which, while tasty, was a bit on the tough side).  I can definitely recommend the PEI mussels with chorizo as well as the honey-glazed scallops, both small plates, the grilled globe artichokes (the vegetarian offering on the menu that Beloved and I shared and scarfed down as an appetizer), the grilled filet “Oscar” and the duo of Ohio pork is, in my opinion, the best thing on the Spring menu that we’ve ordered so far.  There are daily specials – Chef Tetzloff, PLEASE make the pork belly appetizer a regular on the menu! – and the small selection of desserts has, so far, been quite delicious.

Jumbo Scallops Entree

One of the things that helps make the place so special, though, is Tim.  We were seated in Tim’s section on our initial visit and he immediately became one of our favorite experiences with the place.  He is funny, personable and extremely knowledgeable about the menu.  He quickly sizes up his patrons and will become very familiar with you if he feels he can get away with it; by the end of our first visit, he was giving me big hugs and patting Beloved on the shoulder, but we noticed that he was much more formal (albeit still personable) with the group at the table next to us – who looked as if they would object to a “touchy-feely” waiter.

Shrimp and Grits "Small Plate"

We’ve gotten to where we visit G. Michael’s every time we go to visit Jolly and the G Man now, and we always ask to be seated in Tim’s section.  Indeed, we were very disappointed when, on our last visit, his section was full and we were assigned a different waiter.  Not that this waiter was incompetent (I have a feeling an incompetent waiter wouldn’t last long in the place) or unfriendly, we just didn’t enjoy him as much.  Nor was he quite as knowledgeable about the dishes served – he read the specials to us off of a list, something that Tim has never done, and didn’t seem to be as familiar with the preparations (again, Tim knows his stuff).  He also was not as prepared to deal with my picky teenager – Tim can get him to eat.

One more thing, and this is something that has become pretty important to me – G. Michael’s Bistro uses as much local, seasonal food as they can.  While a lot of the seafood like shrimp and scallops aren’t local, of course, the pork, poultry, beef, dairy and produce usually are; from what Tim tells us, Chef Tetzloff not only makes his own sausage, but butchers the pigs he sources locally in the kitchen himself – you gotta love that.

There is also, as you can see pictured above, a cozy, full-service bar that won Beloved’s devotion immediately:  they carry not only several single malt scotches, but Hendrick’s gin as well.  The prices aren’t what you’d call cheap – this isn’t TGIFriday’s, for heaven’s sake – but they aren’t prohibitively expensive, either, and it’s not the kind of place you need to get all dressed-up to go to – we’ve seen patrons in suits sitting at tables next to people wearing jeans.

So if you’re ever in Columbus and want a great meal in a nice atmosphere and have a little – not a lot – of extra cash, I highly recommend G. Michael’s Bistro.

And ask for Tim, but remember he’s off on Thursday and Sunday.

For more Travel Tip Thursday, hop on over to Pseudo’s place.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010 @ 07:05 AM
Jan

One of the search terms used to find my blog last month:  Atomic weight of grits.

I don’t even want to know what kind of dish you’re preparing that you need to know that.

But as search terms go, I guess it’s better than sex with garden veggies.

*sigh*

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Why is it that the minute I decide to announce that I’m going to eat low carb, I begin to crave – in massive quantities, I might add – corny dogs and cinnamon toast.

I don’t even like corny dogs and cinnamon toast that much.

*sigh*

Hopefully plenty of steak and wedge salad will help distract me.

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What was that?  No…no scallops.  The recipe called for fermented black beans and since that’s not something you can just grab off the shelf at the grocery store (at least in Podunk), it required a trip to the tiny little Asian market down the street from our office.

Which is closed on Mondays.

*sigh*

So I had…grilled meat and salad.

But it was good!  It was good!

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One of the great truths of life:

If you eat half the bacon you fry up for your salads before dinner, you’re very likely not going to be hungry when the steak comes off the grill.

*sigh*

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But you’ll eat the steak and salad anyway.

*sigh*

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Speaking of steaks, I had Beloved drop me off at the grocery store so I could pick up steaks for dinner while he ran an errand.  I finished my errand before he finished his, so I was standing out front of the store when he drove up.  Behind the windshield, I could see him carrying on in a very heated manner, but he was not on his cell phone.

He pulled up, red in the face and agitated looking, and turned down the radio as I got in the car.

“You’ve been listening to NPR again, haven’t you?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

He really should know better than that.

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Last week, on the morning we heard about Fat on a Stick, we decided to stop by Einstein Bros. Bagels for breakfast.  Beloved asked me what I was going to get, and I told him, “The usual – a turkey sausage and cheddar egg sandwich on a green chile bagel.”

Then I observed, “They’re going to upcharge me for the ‘premium’ bagel, though.”

“How much?”

“Seventy cents.”

“JEEEEEZ!” exclaims Beloved.  “Seventy cents for some canned green chiles??”

“Well, there’s cheese on it too, you know,” I said.

“For seventy cents it’s fucking fromage.”

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For more Random Tuesday Thoughts, head on over to Keely’s – I’m sure the heavy breathing there is a lot more fun.

Friday, April 30, 2010 @ 05:04 AM
Jan

So, we’re getting ready for work the other morning.  Doing the things we do to get ready to go to work in the morning.  I’m brushing my teeth; Beloved has the morning bullshit news on.

Ewwwwwww!” I hear coming from the bedroom.  “That is just gross!”

Do I ask?  No.  I know I’ll find out.

And I do.

“This place is the best French restaurant in Cleveland???”

I perk up as I string out the floss.  This could be good.

Nor was I disappointed.

“You’re not gonna believe what they just showed!” my darling husband howls.

“Arumph?”  I ask.  (Hey, give me a break – I’m flossing.  See, Dr. J?  F-L-O-S-S-I-N-G.)

He sticks his head in the bathroom door.  “This dish.  This…dish.  Okay, we’ve got PEI mussels.”

This is a bad thing?  Beloved loves mussels.  PEI or otherwise.

“Sauteed in wine, garlic and about a pound of butter…”

Sounds good so far to me.

“Then they shove a wad of greasy French fries in the center…”

Whaaaaaaa…???  Flossing begins to lose its importance.  He sees the look on my face.

“YEAH.  And then they drizzle what looks like Cheeze Whiz all over it.”

I spit.  “Um, dear – in French cuisine I think it’s called ‘fromage.’”

“Pthththt.  Fromage, cheese – whiz is still whiz.”

Well, he’s got a damn fine point there.

“So,what’s the dish called?” I ask.

“I’m not sure – they said something about ‘Lard Baton’?”

Fat On A Stick?

Well, that sounds…yummy.

Have a lovely weekend, y’all.

Saturday, March 6, 2010 @ 11:03 AM
Jan

Well, no reason not to post my pictures for Project365 when I can, especially on the weekends when I don’t really blog.

This morning I was futzing around with the background portion of my light box and natural light coming in from the window, because the sun!  Shining!  Three days in a row!  It makes me all sorts of giddy, so I took a couple of shots of a carton of locally raised, organic brown eggs I had in the fridge.

Because I’m just exciting like that.

Thursday, January 7, 2010 @ 05:01 AM
Jan

As those of you who are crazy enough to hang around here may remember, I accompanied Beloved to Kalamazoo, Michigan on a business trip the week of Christmas.  Which also happened to be the week of my birthday.

We didn’t get to see a lot of Kalamazoo, which is really a shame – they have an Air Zoo, among many other attractions.  But since our trip (to say nothing of my birthday) happened to be in the dead of winter – and it was mostly a business trip (well, for Beloved; I spent most of my time in our suite devouring Under the Dome and battling a computer virus) – we just didn’t get out much.

The one thing we did do, though, was book a reservation at Zazio’s Italian Restaurant’s Chef’s Table. The Chef’s Table is a small arena at the back of the restaurant with a full cooking station where the chef (or, in our case, the sous chef) prepares a 5-course dinner for you and 10 other people, right in front of your face.

With a complimentary wine selection.

Now, if you’ve been reading here for any amount of time at all, you know I’m not overly fond of Italian cuisine, and I was even more dubious about dinner at the chef’s table when I realized it was a fixed menu – you got what they served you, and that was it.  And the last thing I wanted was a lot of pasta, mozzarella, and tomato sauce for my birthday dinner.

But the lure of having a chef prepare my meal – and answer my questions about what he was cooking! – was just too much to resist.  And, they had their menu for the month of December posted on their website:

A polenta and goat cheese appetizer.

Seared scallops and a small salad of bitter greens.

Chestnut tortellini in a browned butter and cream sauce.

Rib eye steak poached in butter.

A rustic fig tart with honey gelato.

Your mouth is watering isn’t it?  It was even better than it sounds.

For a foodie like me, it was quite an experience.  The chef was skilled, personable, knowledgeable and willing to answer just about any question.  The waitstaff was helpful but unobtrusive.  The wine was well-chosen and extremely suitable to the meal (in fact, we bought two bottles of the wine that accompanied the main course, it was so good).

Oh – if you have any dietary restrictions at all, they will do their best to accommodate you.  Also, many of the ingredients the chef uses are for sale; we picked up two very nice imported Italian extra-virgin olive oils as well as some saba (a grape syrup, or “must”, used as a condiment) along with the wine.  And the cost of the dinner itself was not outrageously expensive.

We had a lovely time, and the food was simply delicious.  If you’re ever in Kalamazoo, Michigan, stop by the Radisson Hotel (or better yet – stay there, it’s a lovely place and their retail stores have the best point of sale software you’ll ever see :P ) and make reservations for the Chef’s Table at Zazio’s Italian Restaurant.

It will be SO worth it.

For more Travel Tip Thursday, head on over to Pseudo’s place.  Tell her Jan at the Sushi Bar sent ya; she’ll treat you right.