The Aging Bartender

Category: Restaurant Review

  • Restaurant Review: Taste of Tehran

    Until I wrote this blog post, I had no idea what Persian meant. I always thought it was a blanket term for anyone from that part of the world. Nope. The word describes the ethnic group of people and their language who come from ancient or modern Iran. That’s all. I drive through this section…

  • Restaurant Review: La Vecchia Cucina

    I’m starting to become even more nostalgic as I age. I watched Mr. Mom the other night with the wifey and ached for the old times of no cell phones where you could be middle class, own a house, and have three kids on one person’s salary. Unibrows, brown, boxy sedans, and bad teeth aside,…

  • Restaurant Review: Angel Fruits at Douglas Park

    When you’re the parent of a small child in a city you spend a lot of free time in parks. Kids need the outdoors just like dogs. It’s a double edged sword. On one hand, the positive, you end up getting lots of sun. On the other hand, the negative, it gets reeeeeeeal boring following…

  • Restaurant Review: Blu Jam Cafe

    Late post. Busy morning. Ah, the battle of the sexes! What happens on a foggy, post spring-ahead morning after you, your spouse to be, and your mercurial toddler drop your mother off at the airport and want to go eat for breakfast? When one of you craves greasy spoon and the other the West Coast…

  • Restaurant Review: Birdie G’s

    I’ll preface this by telling everyone I’m well known as an anti-ass kisser, most often to my own detriment. Dear Chef Fox, You get me. Something about Birdie’s jangles a comfortable, nostalgic nerve, it’s an x-factor no one can actually plan or design, but it places your joint up there with the greats. There’s a…

  • Restaurant Review: Kappo Miyabi

    I’ll be the first one to admit I find Japanese cuisine mystifying and would rather keep it that way. This is a good thing. I know little about it, and there’s so many aspects, nooks, and crannies. Hey, some things in life should remain shrouded in mystery. You can’t know it all. I first tried…