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Our dinner trip to Caseus Fromagerie & Bistro in New Haven Friday cost me 120 miles’ worth of $4 gas and probably two weeks’ worth of calories and fat grams. And all I have to say is, WHY HAVEN’T I BEEN HERE SOONER.

The meal was a straight-up bacchanal of cheese and meat, save for a few shellfish cameos.

From carefully-selected cheese and charcuterie boards to venison meatloaf and gooey macaroni and cheese tossed with fresh lobster, we ate well. Very well.

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One of the mix-ins for Caseus’ famed mac-and-cheese: sliced Kobe beef hot dogs. The guys decided they’d like one as a side dish, and asked if the kitchen could put it on a bun for them. “I’m not sure we have hot dog rolls, but maybe we can put it on brioche,” our waiter replied. Rob later deemed it “the best skinless hot dog I’ve ever eaten.”

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Our beautiful cheese board, with an array of Italian cheeses. (I thought I took a picture of the list, but it’s nowhere to be found.) In an attempt to scrape up every last bit of the amazing strawberry-citrus preserves, pictured in the middle, Emily howled, “NOOOOO” when the waiter tried to take the board away.

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Charcuterie heaven. Chicken liver mousse, pate, house-made sausage and prosciutto.

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A Friday-night special: spicy, zesty day boat scallop ceviche topped with – yes, Manchego popcorn. We all tried a bite; it was a fresh-tasting departure from our heavy dishes.

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Emily and I went with burgers – hers topped with extra-sharp cheddar, house-cured guanciale (bacon made from pig cheek) and fried duck egg. Mine was only slightly less decadent, with just guanciale. The burger was served on brioche with a huge pile of fantastically salty pommes frites and house-made mayonnaise. Medium-rare was perfect; red meat aficionados might even like it rare.

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Venison meatloaf: a big plate of comfort. The meatloaf itself was topped with a ketchup glaze and served with a pile of velvety cheddar mashed potatoes, button mushrooms and roasted Brussels sprouts.

Most of us chose beer to wash down our plates of ecstasy. Caseus’ beer list is full of interesting brews, with lots of Belgian selections and some entries from Connecticut (Rob is a new fan of Woodbridge’s New England Brewing Company.)

Beyond its tremendous bistro (with a cavernous downstairs dining area full of nooks and crannies) Caseus also operates a “cheese truck” in downtown New Haven. The truck sells made-to-order grilled cheeses with customers’ choice of add-ons; tomato soup; salads; sausages and other treats.


Caseus, 93 Whitney Ave, New Haven. (203) 624-3373, caseusnewhaven.com.

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Hats off to you if you get the title reference.

This week I wrote about the unique-to-Connecticut steamed cheeseburger, as served by Ted’s Restaurant. Ted’s original eatery opened in Meriden in 1959, and – after 52 years and three national TV appearances – expanded to Cromwell last month.

The steamed cheeseburger is super regional, on the menu at just a handful of places in central Connecticut. Ted’s is one of the few that specializes in the sandwich, and perhaps the most well-known.

It’s fascinating to watch employees construct the burger. Once the patty (five ounces of lean beef) is finished cooking in the steam cabinet, it’s placed onto a Kaiser roll and smothered with molten white cheddar (also melted by steam.) This video from the “Man v. Food” Hartford episode illustrates:

This was my first taste of Ted’s now-famous burger. And I really enjoyed it. The gooey cheddar was easily the best part. The burger gets mixed reviews among my Connecticut blogger friends (and Yelp) but there’s no denying it’s an experience. I was glad to have the opportunity to profile such an iconic Nutmeg State food.

If “engagement chicken” motivates men to pop the question…

then I guess I’ll be married forever, after roasting a goddamn 11.5-pound turkey on a Tuesday night.

I just couldn’t take it anymore. After a winter with record-breaking snowfall, endless months of freezing temperatures and resulting seasonal depression, it was time for an early taste of summer.

So when the forecast called for a sunny 60 degrees Saturday, we hit the road. First came tastings at Saltwater Farm Vineyard and Jonathan Edwards Winery. Both wineries were packed – I’m guessing most people had the same “get out of the house” mentality as we did.

And you can’t go down to the Connecticut shoreline without indulging in the fruits of the sea. In search of an early dinner, we headed up I-95 to to Bill’s Seafood, our favorite “summer shack.” It was too chilly to sit outside on the deck overlooking the Patchogue River. But that didn’t stop us from ordering a dozen Blue Point oysters, two kinds of clam chowder (creamy New England and clear Rhode Island) and two lobster rolls (hot buttered and cold lobster salad.)




The cold vs. hot lobster roll debate is one that surfaces often in Connecticut. And as I’ve said before, I wouldn’t kick a hot version off my plate. But those bites of cool, mayonnaise-laced lobster meat against toasty warm roll reminded me of happy childhood summers in Maine. Sorry, Nutmeg State. I’m going against the grain.

Our near-perfect seafood dinner would have been ideal with a little more sunshine and warmth. But that’s what the rest of summer is for.

See this gorgeous roasted chicken? Would you believe it’s what prompted my husband to put a ring on it in May 2008?

No, you wouldn’t. Because it’s not true. And I really wish women’s magazines and other media would stop perpetuating the moronic notion of “engagement chicken.” It’s a stupid urban legend that does nothing but paint women as wedding-crazed harpies.

The idea behind “engagement chicken” is that your man will see you as ideal wife material once he sees you master this home-cooked recipe. Please. If you iron his shirts, bring him a beer and rub his feet, will that, too, send him running right to Jared or Tiffany?

I’ve got nothing against food as love. I even wrote a story about it last year. I just have issues with the fallacy that the “perfect recipe” will push a man to propose, particularly if he’s not ready or willing. (You know there have to be people out there that take this drivel seriously.)

Food is sexy. It’s loving and nurturing. It’s thrilling, and it’s collaborative, especially when each half of the couple brings talent to the table. I’m good at throwing random ingredients together and coming up with creative recipes, and I can bake a decent loaf of bread.

My husband is a grill master. He has great instincts with meats, and as a result, can produce a killer steak any day of the week. He’s also excellent with anything precise, whether it’s a recipe that calls for exact ingredients or something that requires patience, time or really good knife skills.

The point is, food isn’t something that will magically produce an overpriced piece of jewelry. But it’s something that can foster a wonderful connection, whether you’re newly dating or long-married. And when it’s a shared interest, it keeps things exciting.

And news flash: roast chicken is one of the easiest dishes ever. Season chicken with salt and pepper. Stuff the cavity with cut-up lemons, garlic and fresh herbs. Slather chicken liberally with olive oil or butter (I used an herb butter for the chicken pictured – softened butter whipped with shallots, garlic, parsley, dill and basil.) Roast it at 20 minutes per pound.

Slice. Eat. Make stock with the carcass if you have time. Oops, sorry. Carcasses aren’t romantic.