Posted by Sheryl Kirby in news and media, rag round-up on March 6, 2008 at 3:47 pm
We've got the cooties this week here at TasteTO home base. Greg is shivering away in bed under a pile of blankets and I'm hacking up a lung or two. So Corey Mintz's review of Ravisoups over at Eye made us long for big steaming bowls of love.
There’s a magic, if you’ll not think it corny, found in even the basest bowl of instant ramen or Campbell’s cream of whatever. Soup is what our grandmothers fed us. It has an ability to warm, heal and comfort. When we suffer winter flu bugs and soup is what we need, the mere mention of it is enough to soothe us.
Sing it, brother. Of course, we're too sick to go to Ravisoups and get soup, and verging on too sick to make a pot from scratch... maybe I can crawl to the Pho joint on the corner.
Steven Davey of NOW is late to the restaurant reviewer game in filing his piece on Eleven. But his bad experiences with cruddy food and servers unfamiliar with menu items tips the review total to a "best 3 out of 4" against the place. He has better luck with mid-priced, Middle Eastern Tabülè.
Also in NOW, Grahan Duncan reports on how NYC bartenders are mixing up their own version of the Calimocho. As the original appears to be Coke and cheap red wine, "fancy" versions can only make it better.
At Metro, Sandy Caetano looks at using coffee as more than just a beverage, while Billy Munnelly has some reasonably-priced South African wines. Rick McGinnis reviews the "hardcore" Mexican at Milagro, Anthony Sedlak is the foodie interview of the week, and there's a Metro News Services piece on "kitchen parties":
The survey reveals 80 per cent of respondents believe “kitchen parties” — cooking and entertaining while guests are gathered in the kitchen — are in.
Uhh... y'all? That's not a kitchen party. That's a bunch of people having a snooty dinner party, and just not pulling out the fancy dishes. A real kitchen party involves people sitting on cases of beer because there's not enough chairs, a large pot of some kind of seafood which gets eaten over a newspaper-covered table, and someone passing out under that same table by the end of the night.
