Maple smoked turkey

I don’t like Thanksgiving food. I know some would consider that statement to be treason, but if I’m enjoying a sanctioned gorgefest, it’s not going to be full of turkey and potatoes.

Why? I’ve just always found turkey and sides to be overwhelmingly bland, lacking spice and excitement. Some call it classic, I call it boring.

Until Thanksgiving evening, when we visited our friends Kat and Ben for drinks and leftovers. (We’d eaten a restaurant-buffet dinner with my family in the afternoon.) They had cooked an incredible bounty, centered around a maple-ancho glazed smoked turkey and highlighted by unique side dishes. Lucky for us, they’d made enough food for an army.

(All photos by Ben Lapins.)

I want to start with the brussels sprouts, roasted with olive oil and tossed with pomegranate arils and walnuts. Mostly because they blew my freaking mind. I wouldn’t say I’m a brussels sprouts hater – I’m just inexperienced. But believe me, I’ll be making these myself.

Spicy, zesty, creamy horseradish mashed potatoes

Tangy cranberry-mango relish

Fantastic cornbread stuffing with chorizo and onions

Savory yellow and blue corn muffins (excellent with a drizzle of honey and smear of pecan butter)

Hand-tied sweet potato tamales

Not pictured (unfortunately): the sweet potato pecan pie with homemade bourbon-cinnamon ice cream. Sweet Jesus. Pun intended.

If I had this kind of feast to look forward to every year, I’d be salivating as soon as the leaves changed color. Thanks to our gracious friends for sharing their fabulous culinary skills – and piling our plates high.

Photo credit: Nick Caito

Hartford’s harshest critics claim the city empties out the second the clock strikes 5 p.m. It’s unfortunate. The things people miss – like the spectacular view from the 20th floor of the Hartford Steam Boiler Building.

Gritty by day, glittery by night – the oft-maligned capital of Connecticut actually looks cosmopolitan from the darkened windows of the Polytechnic ON20 restaurant. Diners enjoy unparalleled sweeping views of the city skyline and the Connecticut River.

It’s a sight that makes you want to propose marriage. Or at the very least, drink champagne. So that’s what I ordered.

(Apologies to the lovely bartender who had to make a mad dash for bottles when members of our party asked for Gruet Blanc de Blancs, Martin Codax Albarino and Negronis. Not sure they’d anticipated the collective good cocktail taste of our group of 20-and 30-somethings.)

Service at ON20 is formal and expertly choreographed, yet warm, welcoming and knowledgeable. They’re the best kind of staff, the type that makes every single diner feel like a VIP.

We felt even more special when they brought us our “first course,” an amuse-bouche of Okinawa sweet potato soup with chili-infused foam and a foie gras bon bon:

Photo credit: Nick Caito

Unfortunately, this shot doesn’t quite show the brilliant lavender color of the soup (the flesh of the Okinawa sweet potato is purple.) But I think we all devoured it too quickly. The soup was a shot of luxury, between the velvety texture (undoubtedly made richer with masses of butter and cream) and the tiny sphere of foie gras melted as soon as it hit my tongue. “I could stop eating right now and be happy,” said fellow diner and blogger Emily Cahill.

But we didn’t. The dishes kept coming…

Quail egg raviolo with spinach, pancetta and burgundy black truffle

Prawn tempura with cod brandade, fried mustard greens and pomegranate syrup

Maine day boat scallops with cauliflower gratin, currants and toasted pine nuts and orange glace de veau

Painted Hills sirloin

Dessert looked equally decadent, with a pistachio cake, chocolate trio and key lime pie, but imagine my surprise when Rob said, “I think I’d rather have the cheese plate than anything else.” OKAY.

And the cheese plate was glorious, with a mix of bleu, cheddar, Humboldt Fog and two stars from Connecticut: Cato Corner Farm’s Womanchego and Beltane Farms’ fresh chevre. They came with buttered crostini, crackers and a tiny container of deep-amber honey. Beautiful.

Before our desserts came, the staff presented us with a sweet amuse – a tiny bourbon caramel pecan tart for each of us. Next came a plate of small fruit-studded cookies and what looked like chocolate-covered cashews. It was like Christmas.

Bourbon pecan caramel tart

And who better to share an incredible meal with than like-minded food lovers? Our ON20 gathering was a melding of the minds: from my favorite Fairfield County gourmand Amy Kundrat of CTBites and motoamy; newly coupled (and adorable) McRib and foie gras champions Emily Cahill of A Change of Eatery and intrepid food photographer Nick Caito; and Cindy Rowland, whose beautifully-designed blog Fix Me A Snack focuses on easy, healthy and kid-friendly between-meal treats.

ON20′s service focuses primarily on lunch (available on weekdays) with an a la carte dinner menu on Wednesdays and Fridays. It’s an experience, and one well worth sticking around past 5 p.m.


Polytechnic ON20, One State Street, Hartford. 860-722-5161, ontwenty.com.

Photo credit: Flickr user jimg944

I’d been looking forward to the Foxwoods Food & Wine Festival for the better part of three months. But Thursday afternoon, as I finished up my A La Carte column, my nose started running. Then I started sneezing.

By Friday morning, it felt like someone had shoved a blowtorch into my sinuses and turned it on high. When the congestion moved deep into my chest Saturday morning, it was time to face facts: a gourmet foodie festival was no place for my germ-ridden self.

I was truly disappointed, especially after hearing glowing reports and seeing droolworthy photos from my friends in attendance. But this is when it helps to have the World’s Most Fabulous Husband.

Rob works for a company based outside of San Francisco, and travels there a few times a year. Among other far-flung corners of the world. In response to my general whining about his ridiculous schedule, he always promises to take me to California. But between uncertain travel dates and my adjunct teaching gig at Quinnipiac University, we haven’t been able to work out any concrete trip plans.

Until now. As I sat in bed Saturday morning, miserable and doped up on Robitussin, he brought in my MacBook. “What do you say we plan our trip today?” he asked.

And plan we did. In mid-December, we’ll be hitting San Francisco, Napa and Sonoma and cramming as much food, wine and fun as we can into three and a half days. It’s a daunting task. But I’m sure we’ll pull it off, with espresso and adrenaline. And if not, we’ll…just have to go back.

Oh, and we made reservations at Thomas Keller’s Ad Hoc in Yountville. So, guess which menu I’ll be cyberstalking for the next month.

Suggestions for restaurants, wineries, travel tips and other must-see attractions are welcomed and encouraged. I thank you.

I took a handful of marketing courses in college. And the one thing that always stuck with me was the old adage, “If you receive good customer service, you’ll tell (two or three) people. If you receive BAD customer service, you’ll tell (eight or 10 or 20, depending on how hyperbolic the professor wanted to get.)”

It’s true. It’s way more fun to share war stories of run-ins with nasty clerks/managers/customer service reps with your friends and family. I had to stifle nervous laughter last week when a woman in front of me in line at the Connecticut DMV screeched, “BITCH!” at the counter clerk and stormed out of the building. (And of course, I updated Facebook with the story as soon as I got home.)

We are so accustomed to lackadaisical, cold, unhelpful, sarcastic,  dismissive (OH, I COULD GO ON) customer service these days that I think we should do the opposite – tell scores of people when we are treated really well by a particular organization. So that’s what I hope to do today.

If you’ve ever bought a gift certificate from Restaurant.com, you know what a deal it is. The site often promotes deep discounts on its stock (at one point this summer, it was offering $25 gift certificates for 90% off – which translated to $1 apiece.) And if you dine out a lot, like my friends and I do, you tend to buy in bulk, especially if a favorite restaurant is participating.

But the restaurants themselves aren’t always as generous or flexible. It’s up to the establishments to set the rules for use – weeknights only, minimum purchase, automatic 18% gratuity, not valid on holidays, not valid for alcohol, etc. etc. etc. I get it. They’re still trying to make money, after all. But as a result, diners tend to hold on to their gift certificates for certain occasions. Maybe they can’t make it out on a weeknight that easily. Maybe it’s for a birthday, or an anniversary, or some other particular date that isn’t within days or weeks of purchase.

And then you get to the eatery and find out that the place no longer accepts restaurant.com gift certificates. Okay, fine. But now you’re holding on to a useless piece of paper. While you may have only paid $2 or $3 for that certificate, it’s still something that was (not long ago) worth $25.

This happened to me last night at Chef Wayne’s Big Mamou in Springfield, Mass. I was holding on to two certificates for that restaurant, purchased at the end of November 2009. When we sat at our table, I saw a handwritten sign on the wall that Mamou’s would no longer accept these certificates, effective Nov. 1, 2010. The date of our visit? Nov. 3. You’ve got to be kidding me.

I didn’t try to challenge their policy. (Mamou’s waitstaff isn’t exactly friendly.) But what I did do was take it to Twitter:

FunWithCarbsLG

Really disappointed by restaurants that discontinue @restaurant_com promotions. At least honor my gift certificate w/in a year’s time!


Within hours, I got a cheery response from Restaurant.com’s Twitter account:

Restaurant.com Restaurant_com

@funwithcarbslg We can help! DM us ur rest.com email addy & we can issue you an exchange for a diff rest. on our program.


Unexpected, and probably unnecessary on their end (the choice to discontinue was at the restaurant’s discretion,) but made me feel valued. And certainly less annoyed.

Then I remembered that they had taken care of me on another issue last year, where I mistakenly bought three gift certificates at full price because I couldn’t find the box to enter the discount code. I sent a “can you help?” email to their customer service department, not expecting much. But within three days, three or four people contacted me to say they’d refunded a percentage of my purchase. Again, not necessary for them to do; it was my stupid mistake. But it reflects positively on that company that they’re willing and able to resolve customer situations in such a timely manner.

So thank you, restaurant.com, for easing the frustration and providing service with a (virtual) smile. And I guess I’d better start using up some of my banked certificates.

I’ve had this chicken soup stock simmering on my stove for the afternoon. It’s got all kinds of “grownup” flavors, like fresh lemon, bits of lemongrass and fresh-grated ginger.

And once it’s ready, I plan to add this pasta:

Don’t you judge me.