Okay, life intervened a bit yesterday and I didn’t get to
the last link in the chain. Tension only
building.. So, we’ll wrap up this overly verbose series on Tom Sietsema’s reviews of top
ten chains, with his “final Four”. Let’s
do a little game. The final four
include Denny’s, Texas Roadhouse, Cracker Barrel, and Olive Garden.. Take a moment and try to think what order you
would put them in. Probably you will be
able to guess his lineup, but here are excerpts from his descriptions…scores removed
Denny’s
“The cheeseburger? It’s a whopper. Bite down on the construction, built
with a bun that’s freckled with Sesame seeds, and the crusty patty might squirt
juices…you know, like a decent hamburger might.
My go to entrée is spaghetti and meat balls offered with a sauce that
bridges sweetness and tang…Upon exiting his Uber driver told him that “it feels
like my Grandfather’s, proof that chains can be personal”
Best of the Bunch: Pancakes, hash browns, spaghetti and
meatballs, warm chocolate lava cake (with a tip of his hat to Jean-Georges
Vongerichten)
Steer clear of: Seasonal specialties such as pancakes
smothered in what tastes like white Chocolate with orange zest.
Cracker Barrel
“no other chain restaurant in my months-long
survey comes as close to home cooking as this operation. An imbiber’s regret: no wine or beer to enjoy
with my meal… Soda glasses are refilled without your having to ask… requests
are met with “yes sir, or ma’am".. I take home what I can’t finish…a “country
boy” platter (pork chops, fried apples and cheesy hash browns makes me think of
my grandmother, a feat managed by no other chain.
Best of the Bunch:
Meatloaf, pork chops, trout (!), mac and cheese, pecan pie
Steer clear of: Chicken and dumplings
Texas Roadhouse
“Beef is your friend
here, be it in a bowl of zippy chili, chopped steak under a cover of cheese and
caramelized onions, or an agreeable rib-eye cooked to the color you ask…. This pine-walled
roadhouse is the only brand I know that invites (birthday celebrants) to sit on a
saddle-on-wheels, while being feted with staff led cheering and clapping…
pleasant surprise is the Cactus Blossom (deep fried onion)..which puts the
bloomin’ draw from the place that pretends to take you Down
Under to shame. Does enough dishes well to become your
choice among like brands (steak houses)..
Best: Most anything starring beef, mashed potatoes, Cactus
Blossom
Steer clear: Pulled pork (dry) and catfish (stiff)
Olive Garden
“unlike some of its
competition, the place smells like actual cooking is going on…Of all the
restaurants I surveyed, this one aspires to a modicum of sophistication… The
bartender steered him away from the house wine…décor plays up the Italian
theme.. but the popular breadsticks.. palatable only when warm are wholly
American, as is the kitchen’s tendency to overcook its pastas…gloppy fettuccini
tastes nothing like I’ve encountered in the Old World
Best: gratis wine
tastes, minestrone, spaghetti and meatballs, tiramisu
Steer:…: Sangria that tastes like Kool-Aid for adults, Tour
of Italy (not!)
Ta daaa!
Of course your personal opinion will be colored by experiences you
may have had in any of those four venues, BUT the palate for hire Mr. Sietsema
puts them in the following order:
4: Olive Garden, Grade C; 3: Texas Roadhouse, Grade B; 2: Denny’s, Grade B; and the top dog: Cracker Barrel, Grade A.
So what do you think?
I’m not sure who I would put one, but personally I don’t much care for
the “barrel”. While Tom S. likes the (for sale) rockers on the porch and the requisite trip through “a folksy retail store
peddling candy, regional sodas, clothing, toys and Gwen Stefani’s Christmas
release”. I find that kind of a sleazy
marketing ploy for trapped patrons. The whole place just
seems too chummy for me.. But, a lot of
people do like it (one reader enjoys the ability to choose sides). I have only had breakfast.
Of his ten chosen venues (only full service restaurant chains –
for my friend near Carmel, CA), our little SOMD community is only missing Chili’s,
Red Lobster, and Denny’s. But, those are
available 30 miles away in Waldorf…not destination dining..
Hope you enjoyed following the links in the chain… and now
A little lagniappe
Dining Disaster:
Since I usually pass along any dining triumphs, and what
(little) success I have in actual cooking, I should relate the other side of
the coin when it occurs.
Last night a friend in the neighborhood brought me a few
Oysters. He routinely cooks them, and I mentioned
that sometime I would like a few. So
last night he brought me a few:
Now, even though I hang out with pro and good amateur
shuckers, I am pitiful, and am afraid of injuring myself with an Oyster
Knife. So, I usually have others do the
prep and I enjoy the consumption, I asked my friend how he usually prepared them. “Easy” he says.. "put them on a sheet pan, put
in a 325 degree oven, and in a “few minutes” they will “pop open” and you can
pull them out, remove the top shell, cut them loose and enjoy". Great, I can do that, says I. So I crank up the Dacor
And commit the little bivalves
While waiting for the “pop”, I assemble the ingredients for
the "in house" cocktail sauce:
Not shown is teaspoon or so of fresh lemon juice
Proportions by eye and taste, I whisk them together and get
it ready to adorn the oysters still watching and waiting for the “pop”
So I wait.........and wait, wait some more, refresh my cocktail,
and wait… an hour passes and they
looked unphased
So I followed MFO’s (sternly worded) suggestion to up the
temp, which I did to 425. Another half
hour passes and they’re still tight as a drum.
Since (we got a late start) the hour was getting late, we doused the
oven, turned out the lights and crestfallen went to bed…
I know a lot of folks use this technique, so I am not sure
where the failure was. I consulted a
local aquaculture guy who grows oysters and he usually does them that way on a
grill. Figures the temp anywhere from
450 to 500, and takes around eight to ten minutes.
While it seems obvious, the Feeder will welcome any (civil) suggestions,
either by replying to the blog, or using my Metrocrap email address, or even PM
on Facebook.
And I was a long way from being
DFD
and my chance to Moon you
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