I want to apologize. There was supposed to be a post yesterday wrapping up the holiday shopping season with a rant about dickhead teenagers. Well it never posted and when I went back to investigate, it isn't there.
Maybe I was too tired to correctly put it up and in my sleepy stupor, I forgot to upload it into blogger. Who knows? What DO know is that I went out to dinner with the Wifey and Addi and it was great.
Now I am accused of waxing poetic about food. My co-workers who read regularly often tell me that I am always writing my best when I write about food.
Well, this post is no different.
Our restaurant of choice was B Spot. Michael Symon's latest creation. Burgers, Beer, Brats, Bar Snacks, Bad Ass Milkshakes, and god knows what else you can think of that starts with the letter B.
I am a burger fanatic. I love to make them on the grill, I love to eat them with various toppings, and I enjoy fresh ground meat. Now many would think that people would automatically like Michael Symon's restaurants because they are supposed to. He's a well known chef. It must be good. Well I am not one of those people. I think his restaurants are fantastic because he isn't trying to recreate anything from space to space. He has 4 very different restaurants. Lola, fine dining; Lolita, or Lola v1.0 as I like to call it; Bar Symon, casual; B Spot, Burgers. The only restaurant I have not been to is Roast in Detroit. But when you look at it all, he uses fresh ingredients and that is what makes the food good.
The B Spot is going to be addicting. There are so many burgers to choose from, I would have no choice but to go back over and over and over and over again.
Now, I have a special attraction to meat topped with meat. My burger concoction was called the Fat Doug. Burger, Cheese, Pastrami, Cole Slaw, Mustard, all on a bun. It was lovely. Cooked to a perfect medium rare, it was amazing. Jenn had the Symon Says. I forgot what was on it, but it looked great and there were no complaints on the other side of the table.
I think the best part of the dinner was the sides. Jenn ordered the chili cheese fries, which were awesome. I ordered the Chips with Parmesan fondue and rosemary. It was a suggestion from a twitter friend Tom Noe. He's a food writer and he replied to a tweet and suggested it. I got it and boy was he right! I love fried food. I love cheese. I love fried food smothered in cheese.
Besides the food, Symon really showed his personality with this place. He has a disclaimer. This is not a fine dining restaurant. Don't be mad that you can't get a reservation. Don't whine, and by god don't throw names around. I think this is important based on some reactions I get when I talk to people about Bar Symon. People want to make reservations because they want a seat. Well, these restaurants are not downtown, nor are they fine dining. Get over it, wait in line like us common folks.
Best line on the disclaimer, #7, If you are reading this and making funny faces, drink your favorite bourbon, beer, or what ever, and relax, because you are too uptight for this place.
B Spot. No Bullshit.
Yarn and... teeth.
1 year ago