tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929700.post5303796925743558693..comments2023-10-24T03:49:09.863-07:00Comments on Notes from Davy Jones's locker: Litmus testsAlasdairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15289004474066548692noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14929700.post-11141872003001882472009-04-13T19:39:00.000-07:002009-04-13T19:39:00.000-07:00Man, are you sure we're not related?
Back before ...Man, are you sure we're not related?<br /><br />Back before I discovered I have celiac and can't eat wheat, my restaurant staple was a Reuben. At home, I eat ridiculously healthily, so an occasional Reuben was a happy indulgence. My friends laughed at me-- wherever we went, I'd look over the whole menu and then order the Reuben (or occasionally, the Greek salad-- make sure there's plenty of pepperocini, feta and anchovies!). <br /><br />And the pizza; I've never understood my hometown's thing about deep dish pizza. Again, pre-celiac, your basic thin-crust, with sausage, peppers, onions, and in my case, mushroom. And plenty of sauce, with plenty of fennel in it. <br /><br />Where I work, we, like many places, have succumbed to the "silly martini" craze, but 85% of the martinis my customers order are traditional. I personally am not a martini drinker (I'm not a big gin drinker-- I prefer Manhattans-- up, Jim Beam, easy sweet vermouth, cherry), but find martinis to be wonderfully aesthetic drinks. At work, we bring the little cocktail shaker to the table and pour it out right there. Like opening a bottle of wine, I love the ceremony. <br /><br />I had spring break last week. The first thing I did was go out and buy low-fat turkey pastrami and gluten-free rye. I already had the 1000 Island dressing (low-fat) and the sauerkraut in the frig. I treated myself to a handful of Johnny Yen-adapted Reubens this week.Johnny Yenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06561248220244037567noreply@blogger.com