Friday, September 17, 2010

Wins

WNBA Finals game 2, from the cheap seats.
The Seattle Storm win the WNBA championship, and I win because now I get to go on a cruise.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Homegrown: makes you grow.

(7.5/10 on my bangin' scale)

This weekend we paid a visit to the Melrose Market street festival. I've been pretty excited about this place ever since I saw the heads up about this place in the NYT.

The festival sucked. Every time we went inside for like 15 minutes, we'd miss a whole band's set. There wasn't that big of a crowd despite the fact it was nice out. (Maybe they were all at the concurrent Storm game? Maybe Seattle is too huppity (hip/uppity?) to go to something that is basically a giant Grand Opening?) Their extra food tent (yes, singular) consisted of $12 lamb pitas. I don't care what chef prepared them. They are still basically a gyro. And they are still twelve dollars.

Lucky for us, Homegrown filled that empty space inside. Maybe I'm confusing my expectations and my stomach, but... whatever. Yummy in my tummy is better than pretty much anything. Foodz, in pictures:
Meatloaf BLT: meatloaf, BLT, cheese, some kind of horseradish, "hazelnut romesco" (wtf is that) on toasted french bread.

This sandwich was a bit ambitious. It could have gone a bit wrong what with all the people waiting (it WAS supposed to be a festival, goshdarnit). Personally, it was pretty good, but there were a few too many flavors at once. I'd tell them to take a couple out, and it'd be perfection.

Beet Salad: beets, fennel, greens, goat cheese, and LAVENDER vinaigrette
The lavender was pretty much the only curve ball, but it was surprisingly good. PS. The above sandwich and this salad were "half-sized" so you could get both for $10. By half-sized, they probably meant half the size of me, or something. Effin huge.

Prosciutto, melon, and burrata grilled cheese: What the name says it is.
Sorry for the photo of partially eaten food, but this shit was the 3-pointer-at-2.5-seconds-left-in-the-4th of the group. Srriusly. How it wasn't half eaten by the time I pulled out my camera was beyond me. Om. Nom. Nom. Nom. Om. Nom. Nom. Om. Om. Nom. Nom. Om. Sweet/salty. Gooey/crispy. Me likey.

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