the dining continues

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been eating in Harrisburg — like *in* Harrisburg, as in downtown — quite a bit recently. As a result, I have a couple more places I’d like to comment on.

First up is Mangia Qui, an ecelectic Italian restaurant with a menu unlike any other in the area. We had the Caprese ($10) and the Misticanza ($8.50) to start. Caprese, of couse, doesn’t vary much from Italian restaurant to Italian restaurant, but this was probably the best I’ve ever had, and it’s hard to imagine better. As the menu boasts, the mozzarella is made in-house. It is saltier than many mozzarellas I’ve had before, but delicately so, and to a degree that really accentuates its freshness. The tomatoes, too, must have come from someone’s garden, as they were sweet, succulent, and out-of-this-world flavorful. The salad, ordered mostly to find out what “organic microgreens” were, was also excellent. Organic microgreens, it turns out, are pretty much what they sound like — little greens that are unlikely to be found in a grocery store.

Next up was the Costoletto di agnello Scottaditto ($28) — also known as lamb. I like eating lamb in nice restaurants because I find it difficult to do well at home. Or, rather, doing it well requires more work than I’m usually willing to undertake. The Mangia Qui lamb did not disappoint. The meat was tender, juicy, and deliciously marinated. The braised greens and crispy polenta served with it were perfect accents, although I might have preferred something less authentic than the stewed-tomato-esque sauce spooned over the polenta. I appreciate the need for simpler flavors to complement the delicate but complex focus — and the lamb was both delicate and complex — but the sauce introduced a new family of flavor, thus defeating its own purpose. However, when an otherwise-excellent tomato sauce is all I can find to complain about, I think it speaks pretty well of the restaurant. In addition, I’m a fan of their philosophy on food, which, between their website and the dining experience itself, I take to be something along the lines of, “Good for the tastebuds, good for the world.” That is, they use a lot of (in their words), “fresh, locally ground, farm-raised produce and meats,” and “embrace fair trade, environmental, and economic sustainability.” Mangia Qui is open for lunch Monday through Friday, 11:00 – 2:30; for dinner Monday through Saturday, 5:00 – 10:00; and for brunch on Sunday, 10:00 – 3:00.

Apparently, though, for every phenomenal dining experience in Harrisburg, there is a decidedly mediocre (or even bad) one waiting. This week’s mediocre (or even bad) experience took place at The Quarter, which doesn’t appear to have a website. I’d been there once before, post-midnight, for drinks, and found it to be too loud and too meat-marketish, but also realized that both of those things should be expected at such a place. Dinner on a Sunday, though admittedly the Sunday before a holiday, should have been better. And it was different. But not better.

I had a crab-stuffed portabella ($11.95) and a California salad ($8.95). Names and prices are listed as I remember them, but without a website, you know, I could be wrong. The portabella was okay, but not great. I think the crabmeat came from a can. And not one of those expensive cans. The mushroom was slightly overcooked. There was no discernable seasoning. The salad was better, with almost fresh lettuce, and sprinkled with decent gorgonzola. The dressing, though, which claimed to be raspberry vinaigrette, was more like slightly tangy raspberry syrup. The lettuce and cheese were the only parts of the salad worth eating, though, as both the cucumbers and tomatoes were almost-flavorless and what flavor they did have was a little gross. I also had two over-priced vodka tonics, which were the weakest I’ve ever had. I’m really just assuming they did actually have vodka in them, as I experienced no evidence of its presence.

Fred, who values authenticity but still has fairly good taste, said his scallops were overcooked and dry, and that his salad was terrible due to a lack of anchovies in the Caesar dressing. While I do believe that Caesar dressing should include anchovies, I’m not sure their absence is enough to catapult a salad into the “terrible” category.

Biff, whose feelings about authenticity are unknown to me, said his burger was good, but acknowledged that it was hard to screw up a burger.

We all agreed that the french fries were limp and tasteless.

Anyway, perhaps the extraordinarily mediocre food would have been worth it if it were, you know, reasonably priced, and the atmosphere was nice. But the service was terrible, and everything was, given its quality, ridiculously overpriced. So don’t go there. The entrees at Mangia Qui are only a little more expensive; take your money, and your tastebuds, there instead.

too spicy

A few minutes ago as I loaded up the stats page for this blog, I thought, “I think I check my own stats more than I read the newspaper. I wish I could say I learned more this way.” Anyway. All of the googled terms which have led people to the site for the month of June referred to Pho Pasteur, which I mentioned in the blog’s very early days. It turns out that this is because there was a fire there on Tuesday night. There aren’t many details.

PennLive doesn’t keep articles for very long, so here’s the link to Wednesday’s story, but here’s a PDF that’ll remain up.

A WGAL article implies that the restaurant had closed — as if for good — but based on the PennLive/Patriot article, I think it was just closed for Memorial Day.

Anyone know anything else?

oba oba harrisburg

Johanna was in town this weekend, so we made plans to check out Brasilian Jazz band Oba Oba Brasil at Jackie Blue. First, though, we headed to Moe’s Southwest Grill at the “Shoppes at Susquehanna” (the new shopping center near Cracker Barrel — and the old EarthLink building — off Progress Avenue). I was craving Mexican food, and knew that sating such a craving would be nearly impossible in Harrisburg, but since I’d never been to Moe’s, I was hopeful.

Moe’s is a narrow storefront, in the Quizno’s or even Subway tradition. That is, the customer spends a while trying to figure out the menu — in this case further complicated by the bizarre names given to each item — then orders it from the person on the other side of the counter. Regardless of what the customer has ordered, though, the employee will walk the customer through the preparation of their order piece by piece. I, for example, ordered an “Other Lewinsky”, a taco which differs from “The Full Monty” in that it comes with guacamole and sour cream. When, however, we reached that point on the assembly line, the preparer asked if I would like guacamole and sour cream. While I appreciate the greater customization available with this system, I would have preferred not to have to figure out the menu if I was going to have to make every decision again a minute later anyway. A much simpler system would be to list the main categories — burrito, taco, quesadilla, and fajita — and gather information on an as-needed basis. It occurs to me that this is how Chipotle does it. It’s a better system.

The Moe’s system, though, did result in me getting what I wanted, and that’s all that really counts. Almost. My taco was good. It was better than anything I’ve ever had at El Rodeo, and probably even better than what I’ve had at Herbie’s. I haven’t had enough Herbie’s experience to have the disdain for them that I do for El Rodeo, though. Anyway, my taco was good. Except that the meat and beans were really salty. Oddly salty. Johanna pointed out that, even more oddly, the guacamole was too salty. This undermined the freshness that is vital to this kind of cuisine, and made a significant difference for me. Don’t get me wrong — I’ll probably go back — and Moe’s is now the best option for grabbing a little-closer-to-authentic taco in Harrisburg. It’s even better than Taco Bell.

After the salty meat, Johanna and I headed into the city to the aforementioned Jackie Blue to see the aforementioned Oba Oba Brasil, which has no web presence of its own, but is closely related (in terms of band members, not so much style) to Chester Attic. Oba Oba Brasil features Frederico on percussion, and also includes Monica Carr, Brent Shallcross, Dan Stief, and, of course, Erik and Fred Otteson. This was the group’s second performance together, although Dan, Erik, and Fred are also 3/4ths of Chester Attic.

It was a blast. Jackie Blue was packed — although not uncomfortably so — and Fred mentions in today’s entry that it was “the biggest revenue night the restaurant / bar had ever had.” I imagine that’s a record that won’t stand for long, as Jackie Blue is a great place. It’s a great combination of classy, fun, and laid back, and is completely unrecognizable from its previous incarnation as Double Jack’s. I haven’t eaten there, but I’ve heard only good things about the food. The mojitos were good.

The music was good, too. Very good. Johanna and I danced, although not nearly as well as the Brasilians — and even some non-Brasilians — also present and dancing. I think I say this every time I try to write about anything musical, but — I’m not musical, and so I can’t give a critical analysis of the evening, but I *can* say that it was a good time and definitely worth repeating. The group is playing at Suba, the tapas bar at Mangia Qui, this coming Saturday. I highly recommend checking it out.

anti-gay marriage amendment

A vote on the proposed “anti-marriage amendment” is expected Tuesday or Wednesday of this week. According to the Pennsylvania Gay and Lesbian Alliance, the amendment would:

1. Prohibit same-sex marriages in PA forever – even if a majority of Pennsylvanians supported same-sex marriage.
2. Prohibit recognition of same-sex marriages performed other states.
3. Render Philadelphia’s Life Partnership Ordinance invalid and unconstitutional.
4. Prohibit local goverments from offering domestic partnership benefits to their employees. Currently Philadelphia, Pittsburgh and Montgomery County offer their employees domestic partnership benefits.
5. Prohibit universities from offering domestic partnership benefits to their employees.
6. Prohibit protection from abuse orders from being issued to non married persons.

Yesterday I sent an email to my representative through the PA-GALA website, and plan to call him today. If you’re a Pennsylvania resident, I urge you to do the same.

Wildwood Writers’ Festival, 2006

This week is HACC’s Wildwood Writers’ Festival. They do not have stellar public relations skills. But! On your behalf I have contact Dr. Geri Gutwein and begged from her a schedule for the event. It follows:

Thursday, March 30th
9:30 Opening Remarks, Geri Gutwein
9:45-10:45 Shouhua Qi, fiction
11:00-12:00 Vivian Shipley, poetry
12:30-1:45 A presentation of Black Boy
2:00-3:00 Open Reading

Friday, March 31
8:45 Opening Remarks
9:00 Terry Wallace, poetry
10:00 Bev Eddy, biography
Julie Moffit, The Art of Lyric Writing
(concurrent session)
11:00 Geri Gutwein, poetry
12:00 Vivian Shipley, poetry
1:00 Panel discussion on journalism
2:00 Adrienne Su, poetry
3:00 Marty Esworthy, poetry

Everything’s free, open to the public, etc., and does not require any kind of registration. It all takes place in the C. Ted Lick Wildwood Conference Center.

Be there or be square.

election year politics

Last week Pennsylvania legislators introduced an amendment to the state constitution to ban gay marriage. Since 1996 there has been a statutory ban in place, but anti-gay advocates have apparently been scared by a Baltimore court’s decision to overturn a Maryland state ban.

The proposed amendment would insert the following into the state constitution:

Only a marriage between one man and one woman shall be valid or recognized as a marriage in this Commonwealth, and neither the Commonwealth nor any of its political subdivisions shall create or recognize a legal status identical or substantially equivalent to that of marriage for unmarried individuals.

The bill is co-sponsored by some ridiculous number of legislators, including, I’m sorry to say, mine. The Pennsylvania Gay and Lesbian Alliance has an easy way to send a message to your representative.

As every news outlet is saying, this is probably just election year politics that won’t go anywhere. But let’s remind our elected representatives that this kind of play doesn’t fly.

pesce mediterranean bistro

I can’t believe I didn’t blog this place before.

Sometime over the summer (I think — it’s been a while), Snow and I had dinner at Pesce Mediterranean Bistro, which is tragically and criminally without a website. Snow is one of my favorite dining partners, because we both enjoy sampling as much of the menu as possible, and have similar (but not identical) tastes. Pesce’s extensive selection fit our style well, and that summer evening we constructed a meal entirely of appetizers and maybe a salad. Our server, Lenny, was not only accomodating but encouraging of this strategy, and helped us decide when we weren’t sure what we should order next. Everything we tried was delectable. Everything, and especially the seafood, was phenomenally fresh, and the flavor pairings — which came in both the traditional and innovative varieties — were well matched. It was one of the top dining experiences of my life.

Earlier this week, Snow and I made plans to have lunch together today. We exchanged several emails and had a long serious conversation about where to dine. There were many good suggestions made. We kept saying, “If we could know that Lenny would be our server, we’d go back to Pesce.” Finally we called Pesce and ascertained that Lenny was working, and that he could wait on us. And we were off.

Pesce’s lunch menu doesn’t have the extensive selection of appetizers the dinner menu does, but we were able to construct a wonderful shared meal anyway. We started with soup ($3 for a cup, $5 for a bowl) — some kind of lobster bisque for Snow, and a smoked butternut squash with goat cheese and toasted pumpkin seeds soup for me. Mine had more cream and less squash than I expected, but the taste still met my high expectations.

After the soup, we shared a baby spinach salad with crumbled blue cheese, candied walnuts, and some kind of vinaigrette ($6, I think). Lenny recommended it, and we were once again glad we took his advice. It was a little heavy on the dressing, but somehow, I didn’t mind because the flavors worked so well together. And I have been known to send back salads with too much dressing.

Our original plan had been to share a pasta dish and an entree, for maximum sampling pleasure, but about halfway through the linguine with clams, mussels, scallop, shrimp, and salmon ($9), I knew that there was no way I could enjoy another course. I ended up giving Snow part of mine, so full was I. The pasta also came with a cream sauce I could have done without (maybe a lighter version of it would have been better), but I was just as impressed with the flavor and succulence of the seafood as I was over the summer, and I was sorry to realize that I was growing full.

Not too full, though, for the dessert Lenny recommended. Unfortunately, after we’d ordered it, he came back to say that cheesecake he’d raved about was gone, and he wasn’t sure if the stuff that replaced it was as good. So, he said, just in case, this piece was on the house. I don’t know what the cheesecake he’d had tasted like, but what he gave us was very good. Not exceptional, but very good. Even better, though, were the blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries that accompanied it. Berries like that are hard to find in the summer; to have them in December was beyond my wildest dreams.

You should try it. Here are the details:

Pesce Mediterranean Bistro is on Eisenhower Blvd. I have no idea what their hours are, but they’re open for lunch and dinner. Our meal (2 soups, a salad, a pasta dish) was $22.26 and plenty large enough to feed both of us (even though I’d had only a piece of toast for breakfast and Snow’s not a small guy). It’s more expensive at dinner, of course, but still very reasonable. The atmosphere is casual but nice. Everyone’s extraordinarily friendly. And oh yeah, they have a bar, and a nice wine selection.

Lenny’s there Thursday nights, and…I forget what he said about the rest of the weekend. But I imagine the food’s great even when he’s not there.

catching up

*sigh*

I’d been without power for about 20 hours, but my upstairs neighbors, who had power in some rooms, were kind enough to run me an extension cord so I could power those things which I deemed to be most important. That, of course, meant my computer (except this morning when it meant my coffee grinder), and I was nearly finished with a longish post when suddenly my lights turned on and the computer turned off. So, of course, I lost the post. But the power seems to now be restored to the entire house, and I think they’re done messing with the fuse box, so with any luck I will be able to make it through this post without losing it. I don’t have the energy/patience to recreate it in its entirety, though, so you’re going to get the abridged version.

I’ve posted pictures of my family decorating my grandmother’s Christmas tree, and some older pictures of one of my cats.

I had an excellent Christmas. I hope you did, too. My immediate family tried some new approaches this year, designed to minimize consumerism and maximize recipient satisfaction, which worked out well. My best gift was that my mother cleaned and repaired my favorite winter coat, which was in need of both. Well, that and the iPod Nano I got from my aunt, who wasn’t bound by the same restrictions as the immediate family. Really, though, I genuinely wanted everything I got, which is a great feeling, and there’s been none of that post-Christmas “Crap, what do I do with this?” dread. Also, I asked for mechanical pencil lead and earplugs, both of which I ran out of a couple of weeks before Christmas. Waiting for them made me enjoy receiving them so much that they might also be near the top of the list of favorite gifts. Perhaps instant gratification really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Moving on….

On Friday I went with Biff and some others to see chesterattic play the Abbey Bar at ABC, which was a good time. Matt, one of the Abbey bartenders, should be visited often and tipped well.

I should probably disclose that chesterattic’s drummer is of my circle of friends, but the music, which they describe as “NuJazz”, was really good, and I don’t think I’m being biased. I feel like I’ve been listening to a lot of jazz lately, but it’s really just been two events at McDaniel and Friday night. But that’s three more jazz events than normal, and it’s kind of growing on me. That doesn’t mean that I can begin to describe chesterattic in any meaningful way, so if you’re curious you should just check them out for yourself.

In addition to hearing the band, I met Fred Otteson, who plays bass for the group (and is the father of drummer and friend Erik Otteson) and writes a Dillsburg blog for PennLive. It’s not entirely Dillsburg, but it is Dillsburg-centric, and is miraculously interesting, given its focus.

I also ran into several friends who I haven’t seen in years, and had a chance to do a little bit of catching up with them. That was better than any music could ever be.

I think there was even more in the original post, but I don’t remember what it was, and I’m sure you’ve heard enough. Oh! I just remembered. Just this: the new year is one of the few holidays I really feel motivated to celebrate, but I don’t think I have ever, in my life, or at least not since earliest adolescence, had a really good New Year’s Eve, or at least not one worthy of the year I hope to have. What’s up with that?

kitzmiller verdict

Issued today in Kitzmiller v. Dover Area School District:

For the reasons that follow, we hold that the ID Policy is unconstitutional pursuant to the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment of the United States Constitution and Art. I, § 3 of the Pennsylvania Constitution.

I haven’t read the whole opinion yet (it’s 139 pages long!), but here’s CNN’s take on it, and here’s a link to download the opinion yourself.