26 thoughts on “Weekend Question Post

  1. Best food I ever had was oyster pan roast at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central Station. Best food I can make is lasagne. Best meal ever is whatever I’m eating with the best company.

  2. my cousin’s 1st easter ham. last with grandpa f. made a cheap ham, her mother’s way. but only had musturd seeds. red wine, cloves, brown sugar, frozen OJ, and pineapple smothered piggy. made a awesome sauce we put over brown rice(leftover from macroneurotic NYC uncle).
    i haven’t made that ham in a while. once only had didbits so it looked like pinhead.
    or the first turkey we made together. or my 1st pork roast.

  3. There’s no such thing!
    I’m a big fan of my Ass-Kicking Gumbo, though. And there’s nothin’ like fried chicken with rice & gravy on the side. Of course, for breakfast, there’s homemade biscuits and Golden Eagle cane syrup. And lunch? Oyster po-boy, son. Accept no substitutes.
    I’m also a huge admirer of collard greens and ham hocks. Pot liquor is the shit, boy.
    I could go on, and on, and on, but I’ll just stop.

  4. When I sat across from Dr. Joycelyn Elders and talked with her all through dinner. I don’t remember what was on the plate though.
    your LOLcat is teh AWESOME!

  5. In LA, either omakase at Sushi Zo or Thai at Renu Nakorn.
    In Ann Arbor, a Triple Blimpyburger with swiss cheese on an onion roll at Krazy Jim’s. (At least in my memory.)
    Out of my freezer, Trader Joe’s Mac & Cheese.
    (I’m obviously not Susie Homemaker, here.)

  6. ah, let’s hope it hasn’t happened yet!
    My dad used to bake huge red snappers the way he’d been taught down in the Yucatan. Scale and filet the fish. Lay sides out, alternate layers of tomatoes, onions, green peppers with layers of slice lemons and limes, even oranges if you want. Then after a few layers, finish off by shrouding in thick bacon strips.
    Bake. The bacon grease drips down through the other layers into the white flaky fish flakes.
    Amazing taste. I remember loving that meal as a child. Need to cook it again soon.

  7. A friend’s mom used to make the best homemade spaghetti sauce and homemade ravioli. I’ve never tasted anything better since and I can’t replicate it no matter how hard I try!
    Another good meal was a fresh fish sandwich purchased on the beach in Florida. Yummy!
    Or maybe it was the freshly roasted pork we had with a squeeze of lemon in some out-of-the way bar in the middle of nowhere Costa Rica.

  8. I like joe and jude’s taste for oysters. Honestly, for me, fresh raw gulf oysters and a cold crisp ale is hard to beat.
    I don’t know, aFrench “Lunch” (which can extend until dinner) served by a maitre d who knows you well at a private room atAntoine’s with 7 or 8 degenerate friends is pretty damn cool. No ordering, they’ll just bring you food. The actual meal (cocktails, lump crabmeat, oysters several ways, fried puff potatoes, pompano, steak, baked alaska, devil’s coffee, cigars and/or other stuff… etc) is very good to excellent, but the total experience– the “treatment”, as it were– is beyond compare.

  9. Huge birthday dinners at Lafitte’s Landing in Donaldsonville with our good friends – nearly all of us have November-December birthdays, so we decided one year to simply treat ourselves at an excellent restaurant sometime in late November and we kept it up for the next few years. Meals at Lafitte’s were so, so good that if we tried to have a meal at another highly rated restaurant shortly afterwards, it simply couldn’t compare to what we had had at Lafitte’s.
    One meal in particular, one of our last ones there, was memorable because it was the first (and, so far, only) time we took the little guy with us. He was very young, but the synapses in his brain were snapping, and at one point, while we were all enjoying an appetizer, I noticed him opening up his board book, entitled “My World”, to a page that featured the entire bunny family in the story gathered around their dinner table with their friends, and he was looking back and forth from their table to our table. That appetizer had never tasted as good before.

  10. One dish of massaman curry duck, followed by a dish of chicken tikka masala, with spider make as appetizers, with a sundae from Herrell’s(malted vanilla, crushed Reese’s, hot fudge and whipped cream)for dessert.

  11. Sushi! A traditional meal for celebrating my birthday. Magaro, hamachi, flying fish eggs, unagi, imaginative spicy sushi rolls, mmmmmm…
    Really good sushi can be difficult lately. There seem to be 5 times the number of Japanese restaurants and sushi bars as 10 years ago, and I guess the good sushi has been spread out just as thin.
    And as long as I’m talking raw, I love the fresh raw oysters also.
    When I was a kid, I thought the best meal ever was chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and gravy.

  12. eleven years ago this week, a five course meal at a taverna overlooking Lucca called Il Vipore, with eight friends…the first course was Porcini mushrooms sauteed freshly picked as we had drinks on the hillside underneath our table using a flashlight by the mother of the chef…it was an amazing meal, and the company was wonderful…the most memorable meal of my life.

  13. Jude:
    Golden Eagle syrup and my grandmother’s biscuits are indeed sublime. It’s funny to see you mention Golden Eagle, that was my Aunt Jeannie and Uncle Herbert’s business for years and years. (Herbert was my grandmother’s brother. My dad hails from Birmingham.)
    You can order it by phone or fax, now, since it’s hard to find in a lot of states:
    The best meal in the world, though, is my grandmother’s chicken and dumplings with green beans and sweet tea.

  14. …a slightly better than average pizza joint pizza and a couple of beers in Sisters, Orygun, on the road home after a 15 day fire fighting assignment at various locations in Northern California and Southern Oregon that featured casually overcooked fire camp breakfasts and dinners, MRE’s eaten as a last resort, and strange battered fire line sack lunches incorporating sandwich “mystery” meat that sparked spirited debate amongst the crew as to whether any animal actually died in its production…
    I was young then, horribly missing my new wife, and fried both mentally and physically; the trip back home (and stopping at that little pizza joint for lunch) was like one long step out of the prison gates on that first new day of freedom. I’ve had many wonderful meals before and since, both because of the food and the companionship, but that one still hangs in my mind…

  15. For me, hands down, it’s a Turkish dish called manti (that “i” shouldn’t have a dot on it), specifically the variety called Kayseri manti. Like tiny ravioli, cooked in a tomato broth, served with yogurt, with a bit of sumac sprinkled on top. Yum!

  16. Can’t decide what’s the best meal EVER, but…a pretty good meal of late was a shrimp and corn soup that will now be part of my kitchen repertoire.
    I used roughly a pound of large brown shrimp, five ears of corn (boiled, seasoned, then cut from the cob), one bunch of green onions (most went into the roux, but I saved some for a garnish, along with parsley flakes), garlic, normal seasonings to taste, one can of diced tomatoes (undrained), and a can of chicken broth.
    Not to brag too much, but it came out pretty good, particularly for an initial attempt. Between this and various gumbos, I hope to be eating well this winter.

  17. Once again late to the fun–I gotta start reading on Sundays. Anyhoo, I only had one bite of it, but the closest thing to an orgasm on a plate I’ve ever tasted was at a little place called Columbus (tragically, it is no more) in the Marina district in SF. The meal was ordered by my friend, while I had a perfectly good baked penne. But my friend stopped talking when she started her meal, and this is a friend who does NOT stop talking. She looked up at one point with this amazing expression on her face, and finally managed to say, “You HAVE to try this.”
    It was smoked salmon ravioli in a saffron dill sauce. I would never have ordered it, not even on a bet (my tastes are, shall we say, limited at best), but I took a bite and…was transported. I can’t describe it, and it’s probably better in memory than it really was, but damn, I remember heaven. Heaven. Take the most wonderful flavor you can imagine, and then add a pound of umami.

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