Things That Make You Go "Huh!!!"

I am heading to Las Vegas on Monday for a bit of a mancation. Just me and a few buddies from Minnesota. I am flying Jet Blue, one of my favorite airlines. Reasonable prices, good service, and you get your own little television screen where you can choose which channel you want to watch.

I just got this email from Jet Blue though and, I must say, it raises a couple of questions:

Dear DANIEL FREEMAN,

We know you'll be jetting with us soon and wanted to let you know about T5,
our new home sweet home at New York's JFK International Airport.

Starting October 22, 2008 all JetBlue flights will operate from this
brand new, state-of-the-art terminal with great features and amenities:

Smooth & simple kiosk check-in

Up to 15 security lanes

26 gates with seats aplenty

Free Wi-Fi

55,000 sq. feet of great food and shopping

Large children's play area

and much more

Please allow yourself a little extra time when arriving or departing
T5 for your JetBlue Airways flight #187 on Monday, December 08, 2008.

T5 is so light, bright and new, and filled with tempting food and
retail experiences, you'll be glad you had the time to linger!

We are grateful you have chosen to jet with us and look
forward to seeing you at T5.


Happy Jetting!

JetBlue


First, Is there a play area for small children?

Second, Why, if this new terminal has so many amenities with kiosk check-in and up to 15 security lanes, do they advise you to allow yourself extra time?

I guess I will find out Monday. Maybe they just want you to have time to experience their tempting food and retail opportunities.

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A Mini Bar Trek

After spending a few fun-filled days out in New Jersey celebrating Thanksgiving with the Mysterious Chinese Woman's family, I returned to Brooklyn on Saturday to hook up with an old friend of mine, Allen. He and a few of his pals had taken a bus from somewhere in Pennsylvania to do a bit of a bar trek along Atlantic Avenue. Of course I was only too happy to join them and act as a bit of a guide.

The plan was to stop at Montero at one end of Atlantic Avenue and then work our way up to Hank's, about a mile away. Much to everyone's surprise, Monetero wasn't open at their usual time, noon. So there was a change in plans and we made our first stop at Waterfront Ale House.

First Stop


Luckily, my favorite bartender, the always cheerful Gaid, was on hand to give the crowd a true taste of Brooklyn hospitality. He was a bit camera shy though so I didn't manage to get a shot of him. Here is the crew:

D.J., Allen, Leslie, and Brett


Allen had imposed a strict 45 minute maximum per bar that was immediately violated. I am not sure what everyone else had, but I managed to down a couple Brooklyn Brewery East India Pale Ales before we headed out.

On The Road Again


Montero's sign was still unlit so we stopped in at Floyd for our next libaton


Floyd


Here we were well served by Paden, the bartender.

Hey, Paden, Where's The Dog?


I didn't bring along a pad and pencil, stupidly, so I didn't remember the names of most of the bartenders. I remembered Paden's name though because I had just watched Silverado for about the fifth time the other day. Paden, as you may remember, was the name of the character who spent time in jail because as the rest of his gang rode away from a posse he stayed behind to tend to a wounded dog.

Floyd is a good hanging out and drinking bar with a bit of a bordello look to it.

See Anything You Like?


The also have a bocce ball court giving this place a unique ambiance.

A Bit Other-Worldly


After a couple of beers I peaked out of the door and saw that Montero had lit their light.

Finally


Not too surprisingly, Montero worked its usual magic and we slid into the decadence of beers and shots.

It Just Seemed Right


Montero was a big hit because of all the memorabilia on the walls and my friend Allan was there to give a bit of a guided tour. The other Allen, the one who came down from Pennsylvania, was a bit disappointed because Pilar wasn't there. He wanted to meet her because he had read so much about her in my blogs. Pilar is more of a Sunday person, though.

For some reason, after we toddled out of Montero Allen decided to stop and buy a bouquet for Leslie.

What A Romantic


Our next stop was another favorite of mine:

Brazen Head


As you would expect, we were having a good old time.

Frolicking At The Bar


The bartender, whose name, of course, I don't remember, took refuge behind the spigot handles.

Is It Safe?


The afternoon was drawing to a close and there was still one last stop that we had to make.

Hank's


Of course my attention span was starting to fade right about now. I did manage to get a picture of the bartender and, of course, forgot her name.

The Tolerant Bartender At Hanks


By this time I was a bit shot, and was also being shot.

Shooting The Shooter


I am not sure I want to see how Leslie's picture turned out.

We had a rousingly good time and as we said our good-byes we agreed that we would get together in the spring and hit a few of the bars in Coney Island while they are still there. Ruby's, Cha Cha's and Freak Bar would be good candidates. Needless to say I will be sure to post about this get-together when it happens.

Spleen Ain't My Scene

After our brief stop at the Atlantic ChipShop we continued on our way to Ferdinando's Focacceria Ristorante. The block that it is on, Union between Columbia Street and Hicks is really quite a throwback to a bygone era and is truly worth visiting. When is the last time you have seen an actual dry goods store? Well, there is one right across the street from Ferdinando's. And right next store is a tobacco shop with a cigar store Indian right in front. Next time I visit I will take more pictures of the places on this block. And visit again I shall.

The Angles On Ferdinando's




I came here for the spleen sandwich and, by golly, a spleen sandwich is what I got.

Spleen, And More, Much More


This sandwich, called a Vastedda, is a Sicilian style sandwich made with spleen,layered with ricotta and grated cheese, and baked. It is served on a hamburger style bun, but they make their buns and all of their breads on the premises and it is delicious. The bun, that is. The rest of the sandwich, not so much.

Now don't get me wrong. I am sure that if you like spleen you would consider it delicious. It turned out I don't care for it that much and it still was not too bad. I guess I expected the spleen to be more like, I don't know, a heart or something. A bit crunchier maybe. Spleen is more like chicken livers, both in texture and in taste. And I am not a big fan of chicken livers, although I do like gizzards.

Nonetheless, I did eat the whole thing. Like I said, it wasn't bad, actually okay. Just not my cup of tea.

Didn't Stop Me From Eating It, Though


Actually, I am glad I tried it because now I can say that I have had a Vastedda and, if I ever see it on a menu again, I will know not to order it.

The Mysterious Chinese Woman fared much better with her order, sticking with the relatively commonplace Chicken Parmigiana.

Lot's Of Chicken Parmigiana


I thought those brown tube things were sausages but they were nicely crisped potato croquettes. The Chicken Parmigiana itself was kind of ho-hum though, and the spaghetti wasn't freshly made. A bit disappointing, because this was one of their "specials."

Still, this place is one I will go back to again. I just like the ambiance and some of their food is very good indeed. Kind of like McSorley's, though, you don't go there just because you like their beer.

Next time I am having the Trippa, tripe in tomato sauce with peas. I know I like tripe.

Spleen, Just Got To Love The Word

Okay, no spleen on this post, but I was on my way to get a spleen sandwich, really. In fact I even got there and ate it. But, that will have to wait until my next post.

Why, because I passed the Atlantic ChipShop and I am a sucker for a good British Beer. Or any beer, if one must know.

Come Into My Parlor


As you can see, they are touting their selection of British Beers this month and I would really suggest that, if you can, you stop in.

Repeating Myself


Ironically, I missed a three day cask ale festival at Brazen Head the other day. Really pissed me off because I walk by the place every day, almost. How I missed it, I do not know. I have now signed up for their email thing though.

Anyway, the irony was that ChipShop was out of their cask ale too. They said to come back tomorrow, but I missed that too. I will make it a point of getting back one day soon to see what they have.

Today, No, Maybe Tomorrow


The bar here isn't all that big, but it is a decent bar with a nice selection of draft beers and a bit of a bar ambiance. I think it should be set back a bit more from the windows, but it is a small place. I guess they did the best they could do.

Nice Selection, Though


And the bartender, Adam, is really a nice fellow, or mate, or chap, or whatever they call them across the pond. Even though he is from Britain he didn't know anything about snooker. Quite disappointing. But a good guy anyway.

Adam, The Snooker Challenged


I have been in here before and I am sure I mentioned that they have dynamite fish and chips. Probably the best I have ever had. Let me emphasize that a bit, if you have better, let me know. You can eat at the bar, but they do have a nice little dining area in the back.

Cozy, In A British Kind Of Way


I had a draft Well's Bombardier, a really nice ale. I would strongly recommend that, if you can, you stop by the Chip Shop on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn before the month is over to try a selection of their British offerings.

My next post will address my spleen sandwich. Trust me when I say that the Mysterious Chinese Woman says the combination of spleen and beer is a truly repellent mixture.

Mainly Murray's

My last day in Minnesota brought back memories of years past when I had to walk three miles to nursery school, in the dark, wolves howling nearby, near blizzard conditions. Ah, those were the days. Lose a mitten, then you probably lost a few fingers too. Ah, yes, those were the days.

Ah, but back to the present. There were snow showers in the morning. That sounds like such a pleasant thing, big fluffy flakes of snow gently drifting downward. Well, there was also strong winds with gusts up to fifty miles an hour. Wind like that can drive a fluffy snowflake right through a two by four.

We spent most of the day tucked inside and watching a football game but I had Murray's on my mind so that is where we headed to for dinner.

We arrived a bit before Murray's opened so we decided to stop next door to Ike's for a pre-dinner cocktail.

Ike's


I have written about Ike's before. It is an excellent place for a hearty lunch or a good dinner. They also have an Ike's at the Minneapolis airport and it is not your typical airport restaurant. It is every bit as well appointed as the one downtown and the food is just as good too. I had a steak with melted blue cheese on top one time and it was fabulous.

Cocktails At The Bar


But before dinner drinks only. Murray's was on my mind and to Murray's we would go.

Murray's


Murray's has been around forever and is the only real classy restaurant left from when I was just a Bar Boy. Oh, there are a lot of very good restaurants in downtown Minneapolis, make no mistake. Far more than when I lived here. It is just that the old great ones like Harry's and Charlie's are now long gone. Although there is a new Harry's that just opened. Not sure how it is related to the old one that burnt down many years ago.

If you go to Murray's you go there for the meat, pure and simple. The Silver Butterknife Steak for two, which is a 28 ounce strip sirloin that they carve at your table and a Chateaubriand for two, a 24 ounce beef tenderloin, also carved tableside. That is the way to go and that is the way we went.

A Carnivores Delight


Capturing The Moment


Let me tell you, this was one of the all-time great meals. If you are ever in Minneapolis and have the time and have the coin, it isn't cheap, you would be remiss if you didn't indulge yourself at Murray's. It has been here since 1946 and doesn't look like it is going anyplace soon.

After a great meal in a classic restaurant like this with old friends, what would be better for dessert than another classic, a real Grasshopper, just like in the old days.

A Couple Of Classics


Well, let me tell you, this was one great way to end up a really fun trip to my old stomping grounds, Northern Minnesota and Minneapolis. I sure wasn't looking forward to getting up early enough to catch a 6:30 AM plane, but I wouldn't have traded the night for anything. Let me rephrase that, I wouldn't have traded for a lot of stuff.

Restaurant Reviews On Yelp

I have decided to branch out a bit and write some restaurant reviews on Yelp. It is kind of a distillation of what I post here, but more oriented towards reviewing a restaurant rather then just posting about a specific visit. I just put up my first review this morning. Not too surprisingly it was a review of Waterfront Ale House.

If you are interested in checking them out you can go to:

www.barman.yelp.com

Let me know what you think.

By the way, my saying for the day:

Rehab is for quitters

Road Trip

Well, it isn't that we traveled all that far, but we did take a little road trip on a brilliantly sunny fall day. We went all the way to Floyd's, a place that I last visited for Nickle Dickle day back in 2005.

Floyd's


We started the day out there because we could combine our morning eye-opener with breakfast. And I mean really combine them.

Breakfast In A Bloody Mary


They serve these with a little beer on the side and it is a great way to start the day.

Sandy, Rico, and Bar Man At Breakfast


We finished up at Floyd's with just enough time to make it to Rico's American Legion Club for a fun filled afternoon of bingo.

Not Quite Seminole Bingo


I was feeling really optimistic about cleaning up at bingo because I got my first drink for free. If the last number of you American Legion membership matched the one they had posted you were a winner.

Sipping My Spoils


You can see that we were well spread out so we had plenty of room for our bingo cards.

Ready To Play


I haven't played bingo in a long time and the game has changed a bit. I remember when you used to get sturdy cardboard cards that you kept throughout the night and used dry corn kernels to mark your numbers. Now they pass out separate cards for each game and they are on paper. You use inkers to mark your number. Most people just use a single marker for each game so they were a bit amused when I marked my cards in multiple colors.

Although none of us won a damn thing, Sandy sure looked like she did.

Bingo, Not


Well, it was disappointing that nobody won anything, but we decided to try our luck elsewhere. Another American Legion Club was having their afternoon meat raffle.

The Fun Never Ends


Meat raffles are very popular in the Midwest and the women who run them become minor celebrities. Well, winters are long and cold in these parts.

Trying Our Luck



The concept is pretty simple, the meat raffle woman goes around and sells number which you draw out of a box. Then a wheel is spun and the person who holds the number that comes up wins... MEAT. Why this is so popular is anyone's guess but people who win actually run around holding their packages of pork chops.

Our luck was no better here though and, again, we left empty handed. At least Rico managed to get his hands on the meat raffle lady.

Rico Won The Booby Prize


It was another fun filled day, even though nobody won a thing. Worn out by the excitement we headed back to Rico and Sandy's where we had smoked brisket sandwiches for supper and a relatively early night.