Sunday Funday Findamazingfood-day

My favorite thing about Sundays is the feeling like I deserve to treat myself to a delicious, fun, long meal no matter what is going on that week. It doesn’t matter if that Sunday meal is a breakfast, lunch or dinner it just has to happen or else my weekend won’t feel complete. and I don’t know why.

This Sunday it become official! From now on the last day of the week will be dedicated to finding a new restaurant and milking it for all the delicious goodies that it’s worth. It’s called Sunday Fun-day FindAmazingFood-Day, but you can call it whatever you want.

This Sunday I went to a restaurant recommended by my parents (hi!), who were also my company for the day! The best thing about sharing a meal with my parents is that they love food as much as I do, if not more since there is two of them. The bad thing is that no matter how full I am there is no way out of trying an extra appetizer or dessert. It’s not peer pressure, it’s parent pressure.

The first time my parents went to Gigi in Miami they said all they could think about was how much I would love it. What with the bar overlooking the open kitchen so you can watch the chefs do their thing, the amazingly enthusiastic waiters, the excellent playlist, and, of course, the food.

When I asked the waiter what the staples of the restaurant where he pointed out nearly half the short, concise menu. It wouldn’t have been a problem to choose from it if the specials board hadn’t also made my mouth water. After some deliberation, here’s what we decided on.

) Staple: Cornbread with honey bacon butter to start.

Made by this cheerful guy:

2) Staple: Short Rib sandwich with ages cheddar, tomato and romaine.

3) Special: Rock shrimp stir fry with cabbage, rice, snap pea, sweet chili

4) Staple: bbq ribs with hoisin sauce and aiji panca.

5) Special (and it truly was special): Triple chocolate bread pudding with pistacchio ice cream.

Everything looked so delicious when placed on our table it was tough to snap a picture before my parents touched the food. I had to politely ask them to put their share back where they found it. What a joy I am to eat with! I would usually only take a picture of my meal, but since they decided to share they kind of asked for it.

I could not pick one plate as the best even if you paid me because a) they were all completely different and b) the came separate and spaced out perfectly.

There was not one thing to complain about, I cannot explain how great of a meal this was! I do want to go back earlier in the day next time and try some of their more breakfasty staples, more specifically: the french toast.

I can’t type it enough: go, go, go! Go empty because you will leave full.

 

Sometimes Caring is Not Sharing.

In my humble opinion there are two different categories desserts fit under a) desserts you have because okay, you’re sharing with people, and b) desserts you have because you will share with no one.

This afternoon I ordered a white chocolate chip bread pudding thinking it was under category a, but after the first bite I realized it was actually under category b. This is a mistake you (“I”) just can’t afford to make, because what do you do when this happens? Nothing. You can’t do anything; absolutely nothing.

If you try to move it infront of you, your friends will obviously ask you what in the world you think you’re doing. If you try to eat it fast enough to get the most bites out of it everyone you will most likely get heartburn*. If you ask if you can eat it all politely, your friends might say yes to your face but think you’re selfish, rude and inconsiderate in their minds. The only option you really have is to enjoy your share of the dessert, and hope the restaurant will have it next time you visit.

Remember, sometimes caring is not sharing. 

* By this time in the meal there is probably no water left in your cup so there will be nothing to help you make it all go down.

Dessert courtesy of the Foxy Brown in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Rustic Inn and Its World Famous Garlic Crabs

If you’ve ever been to Fort Lauderdale, Florida you probably didn’t go to Rustic Inn but you certainly should have!

It’s a World Famous Crab House with World Famous Garlic Crabs. I know, I know, this ‘World Famous’ adjective gets thrown around a lot in the restaurant Business (Elf scene comes to mind) but it really is the greatest crab related food I’ve had. I’ve only ever gone with family, in large groups and wouldn’t go any other way. It’s a place you go when you know you want to get your hands dirty. Don’t even try to check your phone because you won’t be able to (And if you do your phone will feel/smell like crab for a long time). Also it’s very hard to hold the cup of whatever it is you’re drinking so make sure to place your drink near by and ask for multiple straws. You will understand when it’s happening.

We have always stuck to ordering the Garlic Crabs in overwhelmingly large quantities with a couple of Ceaser Salads and Loraine’s Famous Linguini to share. I’m sure everything on the menu is great – but why fix something that’s not broken (Is that how the saying goes?).

One of my favorite parts of eating at Rustic Inn is using my eating utensils as hammers for some good ol’ noise making. Every so often you will hear an announcement: Birthday, Engagement, Graduation, a Lottery Win, whatever! All you need to do once the speaker comes on is find as many hammers as possible and begin slamming the table. Hard. I’m not sure why I love this so much but ugh, it’s good.

One last thing, please do wear your apron that is kindly provided by the wait staff. Have your friends/family/significant other help you tie it or do it your self if you can but do use it. You’ll need it, I promise. If crab meat isn’t flying toward your beautiful white shirt from the person to the front, right or left it’s coming from the table next to you or across the gorgeous back porch you’re sitting in. Actually, I recommend asking for two aprons: one facing the front, one for the back.

Good luck!