tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41306409017110559362024-03-05T17:05:33.840-05:00A Broad on BroadwayJust another married couple that moved to New York and trying out all the go-to foodie destinations! With some duds mixed in.Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-67092669763547077632010-05-08T16:00:00.001-04:002010-05-08T18:07:40.780-04:00Chocolate and Other Stuff...<div style="text-align: left;">You will not gain any weight from this post. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What a better way to end the posts on our vacation then to end it with chocolate. The last day that Mr. Broad and I were in town, he had the GENIUS! idea of doing a self-guided chocolate tour. <i>(Did I find a catch or what?)</i> A great way to get off the beaten path and just explore more areas. And Chocolate. </div><div style="text-align: left;">PS- Thank you <a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/paris/">David Lebovitz</a> for all the suggestions. </div><div style="text-align: left;">PPS- Salted Caramels: you rock. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>We walked around to a lot of recommended chocolate stores mainly to see their window fronts or to take in the smells. The windows were all decked for Easter with each store outdoing the next. I took some pictures to share because I'm sure you care.</div><div><br /></div><div>To be frank, it may be my Jewish roots but I don't get the connection of Easter to some of the chocolate displays (beavers?) Regardless it was impressive all the same.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInRlHJfYeQJJ1-tv6RP5yFA9GuEDyhzoZlc8m4uYpDPyeDzatkDHE03A83f-0DQg3pY9XVKrDLvHJ3Bt41G3Cm_4aDE46Lk6b9qIizT1C2EV8gbYIUbD-yV-miEKkyOwBhgEh3APsSkEl/s1600/DSC02150.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInRlHJfYeQJJ1-tv6RP5yFA9GuEDyhzoZlc8m4uYpDPyeDzatkDHE03A83f-0DQg3pY9XVKrDLvHJ3Bt41G3Cm_4aDE46Lk6b9qIizT1C2EV8gbYIUbD-yV-miEKkyOwBhgEh3APsSkEl/s400/DSC02150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468747940574905666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAs3KAHPsNlhgdmyrz-HMJt9n9y28rPPavkyn18kvlnQsdbTRoHtk2XnnJzXJHkm65SErTIUW5MXlYnxlw3u87R92blBn96NhBVR3h8yePd3cXoyiw-alS_1K6WCskfgMJWBYJ8Hih1f4/s1600/DSC02149.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAs3KAHPsNlhgdmyrz-HMJt9n9y28rPPavkyn18kvlnQsdbTRoHtk2XnnJzXJHkm65SErTIUW5MXlYnxlw3u87R92blBn96NhBVR3h8yePd3cXoyiw-alS_1K6WCskfgMJWBYJ8Hih1f4/s400/DSC02149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468747962594003090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>These eggs were filled with chocolate. Not sure how they did it but you could buy them for $30. Wait, it's now occurring to me that the shell is also chocolate. OOH... </div><div>Okay, they looked pretty real but I'm not sure... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLv3uJnYg-UJQMr6ReUcWMAYluYwJ-GwF4eFxOcRSOv9eWpgk9cYORQ6-YZofKZsTmWhyS87QQXMr8AcsEnh2FwJdQ2fh92gO6iRJo89kbEzFp8yUz0V5AK9vmfd3lFMqmRbiVzf89oS49/s1600/DSC02155.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLv3uJnYg-UJQMr6ReUcWMAYluYwJ-GwF4eFxOcRSOv9eWpgk9cYORQ6-YZofKZsTmWhyS87QQXMr8AcsEnh2FwJdQ2fh92gO6iRJo89kbEzFp8yUz0V5AK9vmfd3lFMqmRbiVzf89oS49/s400/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469000379858676242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpFbqJv2Ffiq0umikpTG_MPy6Y99-K3vn7QNFRhLTQ5WlZG8cdqi6YQ-Im4QJinp7pKuheAifoWfdqltXPNmopAs24IP-aHxzS7BvCnmRNcaPDQ4F0EMruro6nRMOc9_D0aroYVv-4er2/s1600/DSC02146.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpFbqJv2Ffiq0umikpTG_MPy6Y99-K3vn7QNFRhLTQ5WlZG8cdqi6YQ-Im4QJinp7pKuheAifoWfdqltXPNmopAs24IP-aHxzS7BvCnmRNcaPDQ4F0EMruro6nRMOc9_D0aroYVv-4er2/s400/DSC02146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469000370693554882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9iZaeDl75PlFVAK17_M3nnleXq98hwf6hRtRjnpavlBwNvayJNWTcLvoGddWYDFKgnYNmq6lNuAzwiVVpDXGm7nQ6qm12WLO-kZdYrppMza5uFNq3ZsutNKgjC5wczFaA8ygQHC8646e3/s1600/DSC02145.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9iZaeDl75PlFVAK17_M3nnleXq98hwf6hRtRjnpavlBwNvayJNWTcLvoGddWYDFKgnYNmq6lNuAzwiVVpDXGm7nQ6qm12WLO-kZdYrppMza5uFNq3ZsutNKgjC5wczFaA8ygQHC8646e3/s400/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468747957472842242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqsqX281doFiuzHDd_v-U92lFD96pv5fg2BpKrRsxw2tN3d8NNjHXMVWDKyroJgxDTh9DUYeAIygTdOJKEF_ahWt6qLZJP7WiEoJsnedWoDv2VcsI7B9Q0tBsB8DFSpvEoIKF0ofHM6uC/s1600/DSC02147.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqsqX281doFiuzHDd_v-U92lFD96pv5fg2BpKrRsxw2tN3d8NNjHXMVWDKyroJgxDTh9DUYeAIygTdOJKEF_ahWt6qLZJP7WiEoJsnedWoDv2VcsI7B9Q0tBsB8DFSpvEoIKF0ofHM6uC/s400/DSC02147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468747945803044514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>Little bunnies, ducks, and chicks inside one of the stores.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY52a6KPGaquHfH-toQBag1gyg9ySCtTqt5T_X_pYnYRoseu0mmOr5HUHCGHMOGOc6uQaEb1zr07EWApA0UrbPTT_M_gyFCK5-lZUi92x1FN2FVt-L5s5VFG_4D28UKRKptvWwK0kGJ03H/s1600/DSC02117.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY52a6KPGaquHfH-toQBag1gyg9ySCtTqt5T_X_pYnYRoseu0mmOr5HUHCGHMOGOc6uQaEb1zr07EWApA0UrbPTT_M_gyFCK5-lZUi92x1FN2FVt-L5s5VFG_4D28UKRKptvWwK0kGJ03H/s1600/DSC02117.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY52a6KPGaquHfH-toQBag1gyg9ySCtTqt5T_X_pYnYRoseu0mmOr5HUHCGHMOGOc6uQaEb1zr07EWApA0UrbPTT_M_gyFCK5-lZUi92x1FN2FVt-L5s5VFG_4D28UKRKptvWwK0kGJ03H/s400/DSC02117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468739874747301298" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">There were larger turtles than this one, but this chocolate turtle would set you back over $100...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"></span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULuJET1I8f4dgCwgJK7R1FdHC8gqAlqp0aL8bi9ACl4VRODeKPUjQ6cmCkaLVly3WJthzotRcPh9Ayc-S04SEXU-Xsppz3y2o0SFQzNtY5LcEf0RLjZweN-bPa3U4OqLDP0pa59BPbgrf/s1600/DSC01780.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULuJET1I8f4dgCwgJK7R1FdHC8gqAlqp0aL8bi9ACl4VRODeKPUjQ6cmCkaLVly3WJthzotRcPh9Ayc-S04SEXU-Xsppz3y2o0SFQzNtY5LcEf0RLjZweN-bPa3U4OqLDP0pa59BPbgrf/s400/DSC01780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468739853897105714" /></a>Would you like a sample? </div><div>The answer is yes. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoXqfDvK4lSPaXqqeu1BiFeUkfpIVeb68k5aRT892WSQ21gHrEAS7TKctOxi1XHFtWELRr3jGVEvANrFMrzoCHjN3Q7bV5ykheHrl_vPy9Cyl_FxQVIfWzWKfyO_l4C_cNQpKFW97-Rkd/s1600/DSC02118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoXqfDvK4lSPaXqqeu1BiFeUkfpIVeb68k5aRT892WSQ21gHrEAS7TKctOxi1XHFtWELRr3jGVEvANrFMrzoCHjN3Q7bV5ykheHrl_vPy9Cyl_FxQVIfWzWKfyO_l4C_cNQpKFW97-Rkd/s400/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468739844653102610" /></a><div>Okay, this wasn't chocolate store, but check out the pastries. And note the large macaroons which are pretty wonderful.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyM6mQ8YnPw_p9LGtbdc7_tIQkKLhEGP02GksFOIJv0GTfsN7xxN1J2J3QgaQvmpDJATqoL3UOBnMYmzHOxVPrMcwp9E5H7zrCzNwpXIqIQqRwIG21X-yZ6apX6G7V21jv1zyco6JBXK8v/s1600/DSC01794.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyM6mQ8YnPw_p9LGtbdc7_tIQkKLhEGP02GksFOIJv0GTfsN7xxN1J2J3QgaQvmpDJATqoL3UOBnMYmzHOxVPrMcwp9E5H7zrCzNwpXIqIQqRwIG21X-yZ6apX6G7V21jv1zyco6JBXK8v/s400/DSC01794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468739862876367394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Paris and Spain were wonderful. A beautiful vacation that was heightened by the scenery, the food, and the culture. Oh and the wine. Right. Speaking of- I thought I'd include some pictures from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Rioja_(Spain)">La Rioja region</a> that didn't make any of the blog posts. </div><div>Breathtaking. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk1sJztiYW_5krFkrOGn_Dsl36MAZrXj7ahEOP6QC9w5snXplu_GcLBfwjtG5FGbXQCSgA7pMPR1uv4K1bvSGL6dhjqxmYKd8RxBo0M04hYT83qxXleM0M9C054JSiRVZuanvub-BK_0_/s1600/DSC02095.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXk1sJztiYW_5krFkrOGn_Dsl36MAZrXj7ahEOP6QC9w5snXplu_GcLBfwjtG5FGbXQCSgA7pMPR1uv4K1bvSGL6dhjqxmYKd8RxBo0M04hYT83qxXleM0M9C054JSiRVZuanvub-BK_0_/s400/DSC02095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468999668909893810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8U3WHHuWEPGa29ohYKYN8Aw8SJGIoAdNsUllmMC_1CuJIoDzAkMusA5-14N35Wy9EXH3FunzLuPgQK0DQXEKGNAWHoZ8OZGpBYjkUxTBZ6GW_TMTCLde5qSSXLeaiYeUZ29AuNJJLRMCr/s1600/P1020895.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8U3WHHuWEPGa29ohYKYN8Aw8SJGIoAdNsUllmMC_1CuJIoDzAkMusA5-14N35Wy9EXH3FunzLuPgQK0DQXEKGNAWHoZ8OZGpBYjkUxTBZ6GW_TMTCLde5qSSXLeaiYeUZ29AuNJJLRMCr/s400/P1020895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468999644382933602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This winery was designed by Frank Gehry. The same guy that did the Guggenheim in Bilboa and lots of other <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Frank_Gehry_buildings">famous buildings</a>. It is also one of these <a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/luxury/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=1539">world class hotels</a> that we tried to get into but there was some Peugeot car conference. We still enjoyed the wine tour.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlWxoxqVW4auXlIFT6sFLE6_N3bAE3zQO-CAYj6dugKtHZg00qZVCHeKK789OsSV0NclLkYSE0nMNwE-S0ZKLvOqP-Ox6V8fufysgarhjgXn9UoU0hLpSMUmqMa2VbI4AecD5YBsqCbDJ/s1600/P1020917.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlWxoxqVW4auXlIFT6sFLE6_N3bAE3zQO-CAYj6dugKtHZg00qZVCHeKK789OsSV0NclLkYSE0nMNwE-S0ZKLvOqP-Ox6V8fufysgarhjgXn9UoU0hLpSMUmqMa2VbI4AecD5YBsqCbDJ/s400/P1020917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468999628213515362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Aah what a vacation. </div><div>We're already brainstorming for our next vacation. All recommendations welcome- we're thinking beaches.</div><div>Mr. Broad wants to go with Colombia. Yes, the coffee, kidnapping South America capital. It's supposed to be the new Caribbean hotspot. </div><div>I'm taking other suggestions. </div><div>Anyone??</div></div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-34924014760941045482010-04-27T22:08:00.020-04:002010-04-29T10:56:10.798-04:00You know that Scene in Indiana Jones where they eat Monkey Brains...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Welcome to Fear Factor: Paris Edition</div><div><br /></div><div>Well first we went wine touring in La Rioja region and spent the night in Laguardia, Spain which was pretty freaking awesome. </div><div>I'll post pictures later. But first up, Paris. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.bistrot-jadis.com/">Jadis</a></b></div><div><br /></div><div>So <a href="http://abroadonbroadway.blogspot.com/search/label/Aux%20Lyonnais">meal 1 </a>in Europe, Mr. Broad and I were super timid to ask the waitress for some help on the menu, we wanted to be *cool* Americans that didn't need the waitress's help. Hell, I whipped out my English-French dictionary even. </div><div>Come the end of the trip, however, we had no problem asking a little Parlez-vous Anglais? </div><div><br /></div><div>And we happened to get the nicest waiter ever who translated the. Entire. Menu. </div><div>Merci Beaucoup Monsieur. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I didn't write anything down so it doesn't help you at all but it was damn good. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pork Belly with Chorizio and other yummy stuff. And foam. Ooh fancy.</div><div>Heavenly.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYGsiiUiYucfJ2Jdz9uYYtgjH1hJmiyAna34P1vxhUe6jfvtAIf5bYcIZAqFswTm9Me_j_aPwGY_111WR8p-oWKoKJigXPJpKXY-uctBS5MnrRVavvqjdY945awaekAUmcPWRLysoHp7D/s1600/DSC02132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465012957189202466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYGsiiUiYucfJ2Jdz9uYYtgjH1hJmiyAna34P1vxhUe6jfvtAIf5bYcIZAqFswTm9Me_j_aPwGY_111WR8p-oWKoKJigXPJpKXY-uctBS5MnrRVavvqjdY945awaekAUmcPWRLysoHp7D/s400/DSC02132.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And here it is. The garcon (<i>I'm SOO french! Now if only I knew how to do that little squiggly below the c...</i>) went down the menu in English and stopped on the last appetizer. </div><div>He looked at Mr. Broad and I. Nervous. </div><div> </div><div>Garcon: Do you know what this is? </div><div>Mr. Broad and I: No... </div><div>Garcon: Ehh... This is brain and... tongue (pause waiting for Americans to freak out). </div><div>Us: What? <i>(I swear we thought he said lungs instead of tongue. Cause thaat would have been gross.)</i></div><div>Garcon: Ehh... It's brain. And. Tongue. A cow's tongue. </div><div>Me: A brain?? (<i>He said BRAIN?</i>!)</div><div>Garcon: Oui, people like it. It's very popular <i>(of course it is)</i></div><div>Mr. Broad: I'll take it. </div><div>Garcon: Oui? You're sure. </div><div>Mr. Broad: Oh yes, I'm sure. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh boy. </div><div><br /></div><div>And then it came out. Just like it looks. Now I'm familiar with the Jewish variety deli meat tongue (Mr. Broad and Brother's favorite) but even this was a little different. The tongue was smooth and well, pretty awesome. With your average lamb's brain is the centerpiece of this dish. No idea on the preparation. We're hoping it wasn't raw. </div><div>Yes, even I had the tiniest little sliver. Because how often can you pass up brain!? Surprisingly not bad. If you just close your eyes and think of chicken. </div><div><br /></div><div>You know that halloween prank where you put your hand in the bowl full of peeled grapes and they tell you it's eyeballs?... </div><div>Yeah, this was the real thing. With your eyes wide open. And you eat it. </div><div> </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TRzCvMW_wt8-KwKXJ_m3izXwIjOVcnnEwoV63XuaY_L0aN9Mjs-QjlectveG9t5QU7NkcmKx0qxR-PKZDgmbTZ9_gTokchD7b3o3H6cK7iylgUGRis6lx_jmRuIfhOTSdLLkwxFpVnFp/s1600/DSC02133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465012964990416130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3TRzCvMW_wt8-KwKXJ_m3izXwIjOVcnnEwoV63XuaY_L0aN9Mjs-QjlectveG9t5QU7NkcmKx0qxR-PKZDgmbTZ9_gTokchD7b3o3H6cK7iylgUGRis6lx_jmRuIfhOTSdLLkwxFpVnFp/s400/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>It deserves a close up.</div><div>The waiter stopped by several times to make sure we were okay. </div><div>Oh Mr. Broad was. There was no leftover brain in case you wanted to take some home with you. </div><div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGtFA39JRrE-p6HIxUpmjFvG2sNgEbRR4khOuKHlpmmUvwAGcxOx8oawpdgjow4gKx9c8n0iHOxVEe8hrVVrX8o_TezXHSwyTSsyHtuKJVPscIiJu6gLKbKv4IOmk3VHKD94syi5dBcsnI/s1600/DSC02134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465012975544937906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGtFA39JRrE-p6HIxUpmjFvG2sNgEbRR4khOuKHlpmmUvwAGcxOx8oawpdgjow4gKx9c8n0iHOxVEe8hrVVrX8o_TezXHSwyTSsyHtuKJVPscIiJu6gLKbKv4IOmk3VHKD94syi5dBcsnI/s400/DSC02134.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Main courses here. </div><div>What <i>was</i> this?! UGH. It was good! Tender, juicy and awesome. I think it was the actual lamb. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCZkatGaZ605UvTLGM4L4c88xRuV6wxtJu1dTo7Tq-cJG1RU9ve8BDe7fOwGdA8Vq2FMqzZZzJGpc3-9ivKj4xSQJmJuSOuuizkd7QWawoUsWXk-fOFs-CXbF2lKNe5sVUoI8k7HFxwU6/s1600/DSC02136.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465012981093328482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCZkatGaZ605UvTLGM4L4c88xRuV6wxtJu1dTo7Tq-cJG1RU9ve8BDe7fOwGdA8Vq2FMqzZZzJGpc3-9ivKj4xSQJmJuSOuuizkd7QWawoUsWXk-fOFs-CXbF2lKNe5sVUoI8k7HFxwU6/s400/DSC02136.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad got the squid.</div><div>I guess with the brain adventure Mr. Broad decided to play it safe and stick with the fish. How about those grill marks!? Perfectly cooked. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNoHhSUDkvFOw0xOj8WezO2SGggXGK0EcY2nPD2CGRFp-Y2t_LnGQxkTQ_8uPC5jR8Y0qRZzMHtaA3WeuUZ9S9GDJPrdXWm3JJNZDSLLwYFtASWjzTtg5WpXcHTKidB4oReBakMYcfVVl/s1600/DSC02137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465018565436265730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNoHhSUDkvFOw0xOj8WezO2SGggXGK0EcY2nPD2CGRFp-Y2t_LnGQxkTQ_8uPC5jR8Y0qRZzMHtaA3WeuUZ9S9GDJPrdXWm3JJNZDSLLwYFtASWjzTtg5WpXcHTKidB4oReBakMYcfVVl/s400/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Pistachio and Chocolate Pot de Creme</div><div>I must have seen 4 of these come out of the kitchen, so it was a no brainer what I was getting. </div><div>Oh Paris, how I love thee. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHPz_-3zhhj7Fyk4zaZlnvG6zDpfzStyTX11Imnp-CNiSDOmKcDHl_yLcDqVlQUE2W4UeUYqwTn6Do_zzIOo_eSzzNNS19r5R9YMPiAsbTNcvVVM6AasgBZRKd6th5oSicAyByZfG-WTd/s1600/DSC02141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465018576455331042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpHPz_-3zhhj7Fyk4zaZlnvG6zDpfzStyTX11Imnp-CNiSDOmKcDHl_yLcDqVlQUE2W4UeUYqwTn6Do_zzIOo_eSzzNNS19r5R9YMPiAsbTNcvVVM6AasgBZRKd6th5oSicAyByZfG-WTd/s400/DSC02141.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cheese platter</div><div>We had picked up cheese at a fromagerie but we had yet to try the popular French dessert cheese course. Mr. Broad who was really on a roll here, decided to go for it. </div><div>A large offering of cheese, it was a different ending for two Americans so used to ending on a sweet note. </div><div>I mean, Mr. Broad had a salad. </div><div>As he exclaimed. "My last bite and it's going to be salad? Pass me that pot de creme... "</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p2oXlnUAGZPs-H1KEkG65RFULFR4rpRl78VRuR_Lg2dbnmnKH7SfBumwYVs5uy0ph0UITCTqYCYbGsq0v1lDC7dsAj2mxKjNR9_t0hzcoJY4dNCUA7Hw1LDD8koLWMAlvN36hIUH6g6F/s1600/DSC02142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465018583178863954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p2oXlnUAGZPs-H1KEkG65RFULFR4rpRl78VRuR_Lg2dbnmnKH7SfBumwYVs5uy0ph0UITCTqYCYbGsq0v1lDC7dsAj2mxKjNR9_t0hzcoJY4dNCUA7Hw1LDD8koLWMAlvN36hIUH6g6F/s400/DSC02142.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Review: </div><div>This place was fabulous. Hell, we're even ahead of the trend as it got written up in the <a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/travel/guides/europe/france/paris/78760/jadis/restaurant-detail.html">New York Time</a> last week. Not presumptuous, it had a New York feel located in a small restaurant. Mr. Broad proclaimed this was his favorite meal in Paris. I can't decide anymore. But if I ever want brain, I know where to go. </div><div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-70107175086602229182010-04-25T18:43:00.020-04:002010-04-26T22:00:15.267-04:00Tapas: From Pig's Ear to Potatoes<div style="text-align: left;">Hold up. Give it up for my 100th post. Holler!</div><div style="text-align: left;">--------------------</div><div>Okay now onto San Sebastian. </div><div><br /></div><div>San Sebastian is known for it's tapas or pinchos (in Basque it's pintxo). These small plates line the bar or if you're lucky they might serve hot food at the bar. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some samples: </div><div><br /></div><div>Potato omelet</div><div>A popular tapas, I've had it in the States- however this one was quite possibly the most moist and cheesiest. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmj-PwUYbTEo0dIYqSHtzLftpgxTa-9sfz3HFQj3p2VQwHSkLGSUcTzlFRC2_vHAgy3SaCAW7p62m4BoTSsvrlBSzLwYvYOlgRTa6wGwqwzWi0ltqjdUgXqZ9sQrHDid5OPl1unruqChg/s1600/DSC02077.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmj-PwUYbTEo0dIYqSHtzLftpgxTa-9sfz3HFQj3p2VQwHSkLGSUcTzlFRC2_vHAgy3SaCAW7p62m4BoTSsvrlBSzLwYvYOlgRTa6wGwqwzWi0ltqjdUgXqZ9sQrHDid5OPl1unruqChg/s400/DSC02077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464216636249820882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMJReDkuLx_HpPqcMfHSYJeBUXCFJR_dul9vN2PwjAyFzJHJr70NadOP8eYx0t7QeI3WZ52nXOO0l67e-Yyhb1-F4nMtng130SI-hnn_e-pfRl8t39MBuwwFBlW2b5oC86mz0KdIf7sgG/s1600/DSC02078.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYMJReDkuLx_HpPqcMfHSYJeBUXCFJR_dul9vN2PwjAyFzJHJr70NadOP8eYx0t7QeI3WZ52nXOO0l67e-Yyhb1-F4nMtng130SI-hnn_e-pfRl8t39MBuwwFBlW2b5oC86mz0KdIf7sgG/s400/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464217424351537410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Shrimp on toast</div><div>Even the simple ones were wonderful.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4keeVaIKrICf89OlhEqei5m9mezeHo5EDUIdEbxzc3L1rOkpqZ-LUZ2BQMhKrT0lJAbcw6-D3BFpkPn9g2Jb2xM2HbRYwkZ8lWVDGoZuVzQsh7RfL7CQOXL3Yvsfh6bOEnyVcnhFFMXI/s1600/DSC02104.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM4keeVaIKrICf89OlhEqei5m9mezeHo5EDUIdEbxzc3L1rOkpqZ-LUZ2BQMhKrT0lJAbcw6-D3BFpkPn9g2Jb2xM2HbRYwkZ8lWVDGoZuVzQsh7RfL7CQOXL3Yvsfh6bOEnyVcnhFFMXI/s400/DSC02104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464211325311318818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Pan Fried Foie Gras over Apple Sauce and other things</div><div>Hands down the best tapas I had. Just beautiful. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYx2sNRoK4h8twrOTjozU-jk3ZHgBhM0kFgFJ9m5Feu67LgrubP5bVjODeUQfKuPH5UF9HunWcphRsUec5QrOMmxeKajAeSdrnN-XXNui107oD8lPaTTtdBl8MwEzfVSY6yHrqfUEkIjn6/s1600/DSC02086.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYx2sNRoK4h8twrOTjozU-jk3ZHgBhM0kFgFJ9m5Feu67LgrubP5bVjODeUQfKuPH5UF9HunWcphRsUec5QrOMmxeKajAeSdrnN-XXNui107oD8lPaTTtdBl8MwEzfVSY6yHrqfUEkIjn6/s400/DSC02086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464213650473902802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A trio of tapas (Left to Right)</div><div>Crab salad wrapped in tuna</div><div>Marmalade over goat cheese on a cracker</div><div>Sardines (or maybe anchovies?)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholy07ua3z_hB9EE65x3L-3VWs6utO4l-TFpbzdprw_4zhV79wC8Fetx3Jhzrh7_mj0IfziENOaHQ1VBkJ7PsWCrPXcC6ONnCcfb7ewq072lJkL1wzRktCr1MP5s6jlOaow8HuGJG1K94b/s1600/DSC02099.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholy07ua3z_hB9EE65x3L-3VWs6utO4l-TFpbzdprw_4zhV79wC8Fetx3Jhzrh7_mj0IfziENOaHQ1VBkJ7PsWCrPXcC6ONnCcfb7ewq072lJkL1wzRktCr1MP5s6jlOaow8HuGJG1K94b/s400/DSC02099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464211311544262978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A wagu beef burger in a tomato bun with banana chips</div><div>See they can be fancy too. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue8JMBYnqF3ZllfBOpwsBK-MXFdd0en3t9KjVzmOuRFPmonVDoED9t3H2O4EpV9aL8BBxKUkvecskIPWd2ues3e1NDIxjOSgZQYhIug0pqBd6Z6ORvpFm-u3I43IgMKzS8mVClwihklLF/s1600/DSC02080.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhue8JMBYnqF3ZllfBOpwsBK-MXFdd0en3t9KjVzmOuRFPmonVDoED9t3H2O4EpV9aL8BBxKUkvecskIPWd2ues3e1NDIxjOSgZQYhIug0pqBd6Z6ORvpFm-u3I43IgMKzS8mVClwihklLF/s400/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464213637855892882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, this wasn't in San Sebastian but in a small town, Laguardia- in La Rioja region (a different post) </div><div>The worst tapas that Mr. Broad had. </div><div>Here is Fried Pigs Ear. </div><div>It looked as bad as it tasted. Mr. Broad said it was because it was fried. Sure and not because of the cartilage?? </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsGnc5tBhlzIfeehyphenhyphenPViUJFTGlNHuz9hB4ZVqfVpVe3AqFvXIE9b3BnbaaEUgIom6BhJmK-D2eWbmm8u9dGb89I1TfGWziFr_GMutE2niPuR7sWuJuQENWVRYvp86O0ZAbR_WFQLzGhiL/s1600/P1020908.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVsGnc5tBhlzIfeehyphenhyphenPViUJFTGlNHuz9hB4ZVqfVpVe3AqFvXIE9b3BnbaaEUgIom6BhJmK-D2eWbmm8u9dGb89I1TfGWziFr_GMutE2niPuR7sWuJuQENWVRYvp86O0ZAbR_WFQLzGhiL/s400/P1020908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464213658839540834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Take 2. </div><div>And then because g-d forbid Mr. Broad should say he hates a food item, he had to give it a second shot. It wasn't fried but I passed on trying it. Yes, I missed out on not one, but two opportunities to try pig's foot. I'm okay with that. Pig's ear second time around, Mr. Broad enjoyed it a lot more thoroughly. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI_NpU4v4o8X85F8nAeL7ynqnHTvv3TbtRrmxFqOKwE2jTf_Bs5RFIaeAk9C-YHX3H-qTEhQaGsnJp2j0dHK7lvFsvU8oLGTutysmR1boK3YlTbCdJSnqqfRcL5P0CmtTOT0mEXTNze-8/s1600/DSC02112.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI_NpU4v4o8X85F8nAeL7ynqnHTvv3TbtRrmxFqOKwE2jTf_Bs5RFIaeAk9C-YHX3H-qTEhQaGsnJp2j0dHK7lvFsvU8oLGTutysmR1boK3YlTbCdJSnqqfRcL5P0CmtTOT0mEXTNze-8/s400/DSC02112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464211332253206578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Brought to you by the website, <a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/">This is why you're fat.</a>..</div><div>A hot dog surrounded by cheese surrounded by ham and then fried. </div><div>Glorious. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHZKJflCj2C1FWyIz7bFxBFGJ89Scs3KXaOLTzqOTuhY806lYw-gF6EfQsEqyH6pcBbbyJLpt8u4Qw3-4itjAk1tEpCBNqj4EVAJjh5rbSJ1GEVrdL46wLkPSUk_LxkBeilw-Qk5lNj4F/s1600/P1020909.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHZKJflCj2C1FWyIz7bFxBFGJ89Scs3KXaOLTzqOTuhY806lYw-gF6EfQsEqyH6pcBbbyJLpt8u4Qw3-4itjAk1tEpCBNqj4EVAJjh5rbSJ1GEVrdL46wLkPSUk_LxkBeilw-Qk5lNj4F/s400/P1020909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464214967597452898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Have no fear, it wasn't all fried. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6SOz3IMtbNBVe6SI-0ESjFXf54dcsW5LhnkEEB1DvzAEYfOJ_mcx-eLZJs1qlZVq4M5hNQnK7qzOF2ah9ZAUyXfW3dR5dfDAu16G6E0qPfRDVZ96hPLQQNINaCYU92aXyV4USK2Ji6-g/s1600/DSC02113.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM6SOz3IMtbNBVe6SI-0ESjFXf54dcsW5LhnkEEB1DvzAEYfOJ_mcx-eLZJs1qlZVq4M5hNQnK7qzOF2ah9ZAUyXfW3dR5dfDAu16G6E0qPfRDVZ96hPLQQNINaCYU92aXyV4USK2Ji6-g/s400/DSC02113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464213643383019954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>This guy eventually bought Mr. Broad and I several rounds of drinks and enjoyed practicing his English on us. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fnneNtsoDbu2ru4HglVV7XA3CiL0vkNc3-WPYRA0mOc2wX2tUdgui-Z9gdWg0EDF3_uDqUfuYsm1GaZaPhAv7ptPbZmQFlsEgGc3GAMf2b6sGHZAyIlPTHtfEJFBPMHfZzdWfiLU93SR/s1600/DSC02102.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fnneNtsoDbu2ru4HglVV7XA3CiL0vkNc3-WPYRA0mOc2wX2tUdgui-Z9gdWg0EDF3_uDqUfuYsm1GaZaPhAv7ptPbZmQFlsEgGc3GAMf2b6sGHZAyIlPTHtfEJFBPMHfZzdWfiLU93SR/s400/DSC02102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464616935952171938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We have tapas in the States but they just aren't the same as San Sebastian. Most aren't on a menu here, you point at the bar and they heat them up if necessary. The freshness and simplicity is paramount. And due to small portions, it gives you the opportunity to try lots of different plates at different bars. Even if it's two pig's ear. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now for some scenes around San Sebastian. Because aside from the food, it is also a pretty awesome and beautiful city. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjdz_MRaiF9rOuwOAfrk-IPDkEexMchQUX38_hjMfP-jaxoBdQtq5s_o1erUMo7ije1OAKya1a9rBoYJcjib5fGXH9VzbcNFIQm2TV-d9wZXRQFrVekigdGp9B2w2aijR25pbltIfjXjN/s1600/P1020959.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjdz_MRaiF9rOuwOAfrk-IPDkEexMchQUX38_hjMfP-jaxoBdQtq5s_o1erUMo7ije1OAKya1a9rBoYJcjib5fGXH9VzbcNFIQm2TV-d9wZXRQFrVekigdGp9B2w2aijR25pbltIfjXjN/s400/P1020959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464616948687694786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZG96N7Hqb5FcOVi3tuZy9GUn-uDdnlWMYzSPWVw3qNz7YH3uBeQbml75DtUUA1fFVp0OtgWbHgG-wdzhXnLityISKfafLQEwSHKYAd-FzM2ZHwpLrFPSavCGeON5WCgNB-OP8TcPH2W_/s1600/P1020980.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZG96N7Hqb5FcOVi3tuZy9GUn-uDdnlWMYzSPWVw3qNz7YH3uBeQbml75DtUUA1fFVp0OtgWbHgG-wdzhXnLityISKfafLQEwSHKYAd-FzM2ZHwpLrFPSavCGeON5WCgNB-OP8TcPH2W_/s400/P1020980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464626917917171970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpBTTpIqKAxlnS4pqWdFjQBqOx-aeg14KTHP_zKHdKo0YWNo2fQwvZyjJOtznJrQ0G62DbDMtJ1Cds6b3hv3pm27x0coC9bS5gUFIW9r_HNz9ijcyb2Gu5PRkFqu8aR41giSrHPq3KjLr/s1600/P1020981.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpBTTpIqKAxlnS4pqWdFjQBqOx-aeg14KTHP_zKHdKo0YWNo2fQwvZyjJOtznJrQ0G62DbDMtJ1Cds6b3hv3pm27x0coC9bS5gUFIW9r_HNz9ijcyb2Gu5PRkFqu8aR41giSrHPq3KjLr/s400/P1020981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464626900302411826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj608mUINAaLAn9t0m57Aj5svL6gJF3aEBbwN_BMPVI8KC9s2Nst7QPlqlXW31jXSLgIm3bMBVI6GIXPaidjhuXZfz7ZVFmwT5LUF497DhLr1RRIf3F5eOeUd7a8AoPZcPg76RhukqYQGXD/s1600/P1020968.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj608mUINAaLAn9t0m57Aj5svL6gJF3aEBbwN_BMPVI8KC9s2Nst7QPlqlXW31jXSLgIm3bMBVI6GIXPaidjhuXZfz7ZVFmwT5LUF497DhLr1RRIf3F5eOeUd7a8AoPZcPg76RhukqYQGXD/s400/P1020968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464626910726385506" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4qxdG0TJaf1lJu2qELGbQK_9i6yH5vsTPlVnyK-owbPGWClBtmDyY7gR5d5S7c8lFGH_krKS9Rm97FTTeNBmLLjcUfxhnpPCki10gziKwImNlTBapQtIw0O2yVNJvztTxgxWvOmedM4j/s1600/P1020976.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF4qxdG0TJaf1lJu2qELGbQK_9i6yH5vsTPlVnyK-owbPGWClBtmDyY7gR5d5S7c8lFGH_krKS9Rm97FTTeNBmLLjcUfxhnpPCki10gziKwImNlTBapQtIw0O2yVNJvztTxgxWvOmedM4j/s400/P1020976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464626893703782242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-65820516926606596922010-04-19T21:46:00.016-04:002010-04-21T16:01:27.552-04:00The Best Lunch Ever. We've now reached International Foodie Status<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLOJzyb17FG01PnLDYYynRNTiALrhSGJ2i1jfQpkGFIV-w5AL-EK8AE7buK8E9G4o4ConvHuhlB7-Yw7Gix5-ZE1Ingbskz7HOMUr3Szpx1l9d-QmdY2iTAyMsR9w_Thes1XF8T-AkFf1/s1600/DSC02025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462052334562820658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirLOJzyb17FG01PnLDYYynRNTiALrhSGJ2i1jfQpkGFIV-w5AL-EK8AE7buK8E9G4o4ConvHuhlB7-Yw7Gix5-ZE1Ingbskz7HOMUr3Szpx1l9d-QmdY2iTAyMsR9w_Thes1XF8T-AkFf1/s400/DSC02025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><b><a href="http://www.asadoretxebarri.com/">Asador Etxebarri</a></b></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><b>Apxe, Spain</b></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">THE Lunch.</div><br /><div>The lunch which kicks all other lunches asses- and dinners for that matter. When you can't find any adjectives that work so you bring our the curse words. </div><br /><div></div><div>We drove from Biarritz to the countryside in Spain for two hours away to what felt like the middle of nowhere. <i>(where ARE we??</i>) Seriously, thank you Mrs. GPS for somehow figuring out where we were even though the streets weren't named with your British accent pronouncing Spanish/Basque like it was English. You really are a hoot. And Spain for all your roundabouts which forced us to reenact National Lampoons European Vacation. <i>(Look kids, Big Ben)</i></div><br /><div>Etxebarri is rated amongst the top 50 restaurants in the world. The head chef is known for grilling everything. He has created a custom grill in his kitchen and changes the coals for each order-- and each COURSE. Intense. They only serve lunch there and we were lucky we got a reservation. I'm sure we were dining amongst other foodie greats but my celeb sightings doesn't yet venture into the international chef sector yet. (Score for seeing Spike Lee at Starbucks today- again!)</div><br /><div>Okay. The restaurant is set in the cutest little countryside. You start to think, HOW is there good food here? And how did anyone find it? Perhaps the fact that the chef is friends with the Ferran Adria of the world's best El Bulli has something to do with it. <i>(Sidenote: </i><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/spain/7231085/Worlds-finest-restaurant-El-Bulli-to-close-permanently.html"><i>REALLY? El Bulli is closing?!)</i></a><i>.</i><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zfYjEiYJDMCS81CN8cpwMpxG9MZKfxfY7Bv4LBeLXoeH92q7jAJDeU-5Xfrqn2tEnua7gUGiZbK8hbfhNB0-7Vs6dzrRnXLTv-yOJXz9hVkmKbKFu7-JgiQGMi_N4MWlpkUgh789mOGE/s1600/DSC02075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462037936432467778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zfYjEiYJDMCS81CN8cpwMpxG9MZKfxfY7Bv4LBeLXoeH92q7jAJDeU-5Xfrqn2tEnua7gUGiZbK8hbfhNB0-7Vs6dzrRnXLTv-yOJXz9hVkmKbKFu7-JgiQGMi_N4MWlpkUgh789mOGE/s400/DSC02075.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>We sat down to a beautiful table- in a barn-like cottage. An Australian, which we later learned was the Sous-Chef, came out (why had I not googled him earlier??) because the front of the house told him Americans were here! Of all meals to have explained to us in English- I mean I get it we're in your country but I'm now about to drop a lot of money so thanks for sending the Aussie over to help us. The menu was confusing but mainly because of it's minimalist approach. The menu had maybe 25 items on it but only had items like: Chicken. Octopus. Beef. Was that it for the price? We later learned it came with several courses but you really just trust the chef. We could do that. </div><br /><div>We asked our new favorite sous-chef if they have a tasting menu- and he said tell me some things you like/dislikes are and they create it individually for their customers. </div><br /><div></div><div>So let's begin. </div><br /><div><strong>Vegetable Soup</strong></div><div>It was good and non controversial but really the palate cleaner.<br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-34MH8ZKcbMvXaayl_pd0mII7UvGQeviThSZ6uA38_JQliDmwhr-22thcmBLTiilhXSFoML6VEXw47wc3bESU-CxlgxzyMD1bUrOn17GXUbqKiVUz0CskxgVF6Sfp7b_D8IfKZg0liUU7/s1600/DSC02034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462032897383536594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-34MH8ZKcbMvXaayl_pd0mII7UvGQeviThSZ6uA38_JQliDmwhr-22thcmBLTiilhXSFoML6VEXw47wc3bESU-CxlgxzyMD1bUrOn17GXUbqKiVUz0CskxgVF6Sfp7b_D8IfKZg0liUU7/s400/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Butter with Truffles and Sea Salt</strong></div><div>The sous-chef told us he hand churns the butter. (And it's SMOKED!) How does he DO that?! It was heavenly. Dear Truffles, while I HATE your fungi counterpart I welcome you with open arms to my palette.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-E1bIuagVmPKYxFA8Bya_4y0cyiq9SufLpaM7ehSJGsgFyiYYtxrlvwrRExxfKbV1NzKLufAEz8J8BL71Mxmx-0XHJ8PULgU5UafADWgTRjOulxjtFN6ZdAOcl6b-yFuxZL31BmvjRpi/s1600/P1020824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462045099090489298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-E1bIuagVmPKYxFA8Bya_4y0cyiq9SufLpaM7ehSJGsgFyiYYtxrlvwrRExxfKbV1NzKLufAEz8J8BL71Mxmx-0XHJ8PULgU5UafADWgTRjOulxjtFN6ZdAOcl6b-yFuxZL31BmvjRpi/s400/P1020824.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Check out the butter thickness..<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkM8li4TXUCPVhAH06hdJFaQ1jUDVywPg3c-rKMia9ee1MIVpE25sX8RJx76i7A8F7GFtSBGg1HYaDXDngnvMr8U2s5KmT3tLk9jzX5TIfHZasWi1BC_IVKAl6-AGDMQOzGoA8puLAkz49/s1600/DSC02037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462032908386686466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkM8li4TXUCPVhAH06hdJFaQ1jUDVywPg3c-rKMia9ee1MIVpE25sX8RJx76i7A8F7GFtSBGg1HYaDXDngnvMr8U2s5KmT3tLk9jzX5TIfHZasWi1BC_IVKAl6-AGDMQOzGoA8puLAkz49/s400/DSC02037.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Prawns</strong></div><div>Grilled of course. Time to get down and dirty- totally succulent (For the record, I hate that adjective but it totally applies)<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM4d97WiYvozHqWCOHdjl0iZp1aisVVkQ-4Yhfg9mI2LjZSWahQ7YN1ZEQAKJ1M4T5GaCJ3BRCIQldDvWT7BNDa9uYnlas4FeY5ZUTR-Io2pu0s4x2Y0-gkL1-yUtZ0WJEJa8WCOwMKXp/s1600/DSC02040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462032918934254722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM4d97WiYvozHqWCOHdjl0iZp1aisVVkQ-4Yhfg9mI2LjZSWahQ7YN1ZEQAKJ1M4T5GaCJ3BRCIQldDvWT7BNDa9uYnlas4FeY5ZUTR-Io2pu0s4x2Y0-gkL1-yUtZ0WJEJa8WCOwMKXp/s400/DSC02040.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Cockles with grapefruit</strong></div><div>Who knew I liked cockles? I've had them before (Thailand 2007) but man this just can't compare. Even the dish was a special "cockel" dish and had divets for them to lay.<br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4U-z7Mu9oJAJfNm7kbgpKjgSXNB2_zeW8QcOTa2gUAO2VlCY0s1HNpsgoRU1GjZDYZ9tRbwdZx_VAFloX54BaOVQnuq7OB3pQrgYv4cBSUIbC_J63ZrXpMKxBnPjmN2uAXvZmP_8qavo9/s1600/DSC02044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462035199061828050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4U-z7Mu9oJAJfNm7kbgpKjgSXNB2_zeW8QcOTa2gUAO2VlCY0s1HNpsgoRU1GjZDYZ9tRbwdZx_VAFloX54BaOVQnuq7OB3pQrgYv4cBSUIbC_J63ZrXpMKxBnPjmN2uAXvZmP_8qavo9/s400/DSC02044.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Baby Octopus with Vegetables</strong></div><div>Hands down our favorite dish. Smooth and tender the grill really brought out the octopus flavor. I still think about this dish.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4nTXH9TROcZCK447j4ly8TtFtso8asGCkGOxkWgUqBMTcy2uwvFVEn1JXfj1-Anvex1ressfZQitDUnIx70beyf3RFfbqO8U2JZSN2KiYRBCQ-DfuwcOjT9iTMbdGhhHfaMhS9Xu-s_r/s1600/DSC02047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462035197260718354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4nTXH9TROcZCK447j4ly8TtFtso8asGCkGOxkWgUqBMTcy2uwvFVEn1JXfj1-Anvex1ressfZQitDUnIx70beyf3RFfbqO8U2JZSN2KiYRBCQ-DfuwcOjT9iTMbdGhhHfaMhS9Xu-s_r/s400/DSC02047.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>Grilled Grouper? Bass?</strong> </div><div>Ugh I don't remember which is a shame... Flaky, and all other things good fish should be.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvfxBiVxCui8L9kBrw_zx-weHiwmPpL9MgcjvvCtNNTfisUNFuQiOcp9lPM_XuXWAi_Cv932OtSWMkrR4I27wssG_LY_LX4PD1ByL6KF9YRHe78RyVRe6ue5Wq4Z31-iqPLj2X2Hxzj2x/s1600/DSC02055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462035220561223442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvfxBiVxCui8L9kBrw_zx-weHiwmPpL9MgcjvvCtNNTfisUNFuQiOcp9lPM_XuXWAi_Cv932OtSWMkrR4I27wssG_LY_LX4PD1ByL6KF9YRHe78RyVRe6ue5Wq4Z31-iqPLj2X2Hxzj2x/s400/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><strong>Chorizo</strong></div><div>Fresh with slighty grilled favor. It wasn't dried like your charcuterie plate may be used to- it had a slight steak tartare quality to it and rocked. Came with breadsticks that helped to enhance the taste.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggukGYtKAweF8StlSMFM2YyrhHu8eBHd1g2oXDlr19aIFBan6j8uVls7rmxgn-w0ynN9bHsUx04FTAQuQ9sQPVoiYn9y9WEKcbL0uSpZHBUdbavzZkLsh2g8GMh4qVP7YHbZV7vgMHRwQ/s1600/DSC02057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462037915084813714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggukGYtKAweF8StlSMFM2YyrhHu8eBHd1g2oXDlr19aIFBan6j8uVls7rmxgn-w0ynN9bHsUx04FTAQuQ9sQPVoiYn9y9WEKcbL0uSpZHBUdbavzZkLsh2g8GMh4qVP7YHbZV7vgMHRwQ/s400/DSC02057.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Chuleta</strong></div><div>Best. Steak. Ever. Cut like a strip steak but it tasted like we could have licked the grill. We were utterly stuffed by this course but sneaked a couple bites in.<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-7ngI4kKKfPLsd7wEzgyXflpBWfKW-KtefFuI1vq4T8qcOSgMoiakfVk-jbzP3SnV0VqDeGOMbY58w6nMNn0kuI5LRBUCyr6d-PqpK0D2nM1TQh86W5aMCVlC7Ms3ZQmGE6vBOEoEvkv/s1600/DSC02062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462041573131932018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ-7ngI4kKKfPLsd7wEzgyXflpBWfKW-KtefFuI1vq4T8qcOSgMoiakfVk-jbzP3SnV0VqDeGOMbY58w6nMNn0kuI5LRBUCyr6d-PqpK0D2nM1TQh86W5aMCVlC7Ms3ZQmGE6vBOEoEvkv/s400/DSC02062.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Perfectly medium rare quality<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUZcp8yrEZDrJMESOvSzhJPi8Q2RKwnL7HkU65Elsqv0J02ARWQ8tGyo2ZOCrW_-q5k7KEjxD5uKCXJ9w68mLIJYDeiewsCEQubfGCD32lktZ_vgAnmzhgunpmKaJnGuY5OWulcrfSy3K/s1600/DSC02066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462045108443908978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUZcp8yrEZDrJMESOvSzhJPi8Q2RKwnL7HkU65Elsqv0J02ARWQ8tGyo2ZOCrW_-q5k7KEjxD5uKCXJ9w68mLIJYDeiewsCEQubfGCD32lktZ_vgAnmzhgunpmKaJnGuY5OWulcrfSy3K/s400/DSC02066.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Smoked ice cream with blueberry sauce</strong></div><div>That's right I said smoked. I've never experienced such a wonderful flavor like this (except for the courses before.)<br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjetqzS9QcyUUvweBQ6-w-ecVoOzseaIi24cM2NI460mJsaqRyFEJo-XmN7TDsMiW9gIDHec1-EmmH2pPlu_NXosGETxITW0q4egTusrPgXZTJ6eiNd3_xoymhYC0WE8OgoDy7ePXMt97J/s1600/DSC02068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462037925422861298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjetqzS9QcyUUvweBQ6-w-ecVoOzseaIi24cM2NI460mJsaqRyFEJo-XmN7TDsMiW9gIDHec1-EmmH2pPlu_NXosGETxITW0q4egTusrPgXZTJ6eiNd3_xoymhYC0WE8OgoDy7ePXMt97J/s400/DSC02068.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><strong>Flan.</strong> </div><div>Okay. It's <i>called</i> flan, but truth be told it was a cross between a cheesecake and just plain out custard. Because flan definitely isn't this good. It was perfect, somewhat light and the best ending to a gluttonous meal. </div><br /><div>Mr. Broad couldn't believe the quality of this dessert- and this from a flan hater! One guess who was a member of the clean plate club on dessert?<br /><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszRJis7YDFjJRiX0EAP-mYgVIsbggZmLNARR6OzYu4ELnUJjUwxYdeBLox2neBF5E_g1hyrO9oHbzM1nSFFeMtGuJ-Pu9iW_94Bnkk9ZPmy-iF4NNn2TVcG4ePTCn68JFrWzn3qo3CJsx/s1600/DSC02071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462037926653071490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszRJis7YDFjJRiX0EAP-mYgVIsbggZmLNARR6OzYu4ELnUJjUwxYdeBLox2neBF5E_g1hyrO9oHbzM1nSFFeMtGuJ-Pu9iW_94Bnkk9ZPmy-iF4NNn2TVcG4ePTCn68JFrWzn3qo3CJsx/s400/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><b>Review: </b></div><div>I mean what's to say about this restaurant that hasn't already been said. The food was "simple" and the grilled flavor only complimented it and heightened the taste. Anthony Bourdain went there in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-uJKVsWJMs&feature=related">No Reservations: Spain</a> and said- "You can be assured that no one is eating anything quite as amazing as you are at this present time." Or something like that. This meal goes in the ever changing <strong>top 5 meals Mr. Broad and I have had of all time</strong>. But this one is staying on the list cause how many have scenery to match the food. </div><br /><div>Gorgeous.</div><br /><div>Enjoy the video.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxcIQTWPlKwlzFKEwP_Gs4ULU-_ptlPKwo3TEOPbNe7mYOJ7vhmyFFWkqmTk2xNsLj8ZHTEA9zlVc7VzB8irw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-58942184165586353202010-04-19T20:00:00.002-04:002010-04-19T21:44:47.376-04:00Biarritz: France's Best Kept Secret<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8DrfZIhyphenhyphenjT5mX3sDFaC1BARUMKp_J45oWijHRmwHqf2g6XSTQzlYiD0GRvteVQTIWO3-hoIr1ShgfwNkklb-KjDo9u9PEvewU4galJC39VeBkGFToanVhJ-Pp7kE57uozZnswB-EMk-u/s1600/P1020800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8DrfZIhyphenhyphenjT5mX3sDFaC1BARUMKp_J45oWijHRmwHqf2g6XSTQzlYiD0GRvteVQTIWO3-hoIr1ShgfwNkklb-KjDo9u9PEvewU4galJC39VeBkGFToanVhJ-Pp7kE57uozZnswB-EMk-u/s400/P1020800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461621631305671858" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Mr. Broad and I play this stupid game that we apply to anything. Underrated or Overrated. I got the game from my Uncle years ago. Basically you call out a food item, a place, a subject... anything and debate whether it's underrated or overrated. Or sometimes rated just right.</div><div>Example: </div><div>Ciopillini Onions- Underrated</div><div>White Rice- Overrated</div><div>Chicken Salad- Rated just right</div><div><br /></div><div>You get the idea. Yeah, we tend to play it with food items. So where am I going with this? We went to a small town on the border of France- Biarritz. 100% Underrated. Why do more people not know of this area?! Wait. Maybe I'm glad more people don't know about this town. Boutique shops, Fromageries, Chocolatiers, Patisseries, Boulangiers lining the street. This was small town Paris on the Bay of Biscay (Thanks Mr. Broad for that geography lesson). Gorgeous.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeI5qAh49fiWSgX2kiNKeOKvsdOmcdkVnXqnIoiG8kGwDccE5ybDKrzPDmaHNZTq7b4yCma_OgJzaDAhSN1lKFFLv-KZ-w0uRCldXCWNc3x9hvN7sWtHQNzu4rdqrRDAiXIw63g_G9l7Z9/s1600/P1020791.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeI5qAh49fiWSgX2kiNKeOKvsdOmcdkVnXqnIoiG8kGwDccE5ybDKrzPDmaHNZTq7b4yCma_OgJzaDAhSN1lKFFLv-KZ-w0uRCldXCWNc3x9hvN7sWtHQNzu4rdqrRDAiXIw63g_G9l7Z9/s400/P1020791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461604316850490050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU5fNIZ7Ex05L4xv7Wn7dKx9Ki_OZ9Nl5rEd01v6V7DcweRczGC3SIBY4BVFRls5aNh9-Q2rKRXUaNKK7ZuVOb7L1D7V4EBEWU-nzLKAlH1aPyZMNnx6A4rKyjF6dYddo-MOCAB8E53He/s1600/P1020798.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZU5fNIZ7Ex05L4xv7Wn7dKx9Ki_OZ9Nl5rEd01v6V7DcweRczGC3SIBY4BVFRls5aNh9-Q2rKRXUaNKK7ZuVOb7L1D7V4EBEWU-nzLKAlH1aPyZMNnx6A4rKyjF6dYddo-MOCAB8E53He/s400/P1020798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461604311926224418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Flavored dry mini sausages</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywGCrPny_zx0R-ro_e73ZjnnFB_aD5ihtOwpWLmEYaEuCmWeRs1imK4k5YU2jeoHv2TVG2YzC1kFAjsH9f1cFFTLmLWFda5qQGnchWHDYkItP4jYT_faePOaVsGlYch_0XCWrfkDw6ssz/s1600/DSC02001.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywGCrPny_zx0R-ro_e73ZjnnFB_aD5ihtOwpWLmEYaEuCmWeRs1imK4k5YU2jeoHv2TVG2YzC1kFAjsH9f1cFFTLmLWFda5qQGnchWHDYkItP4jYT_faePOaVsGlYch_0XCWrfkDw6ssz/s400/DSC02001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461619856114804546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkZpJ0H-mt6w673_KvC0Jm0pe4-m7vTVJtaRmHKnDfRr7Fys5pJXC_WLsYKxkJ00pI7oGzFU4x4RfBg_KZEBcRJSydcw83TLkKZP1S57wGR7vKGgoPuTkXgw7fzEkYBK-l5UthkdV6kTn/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkZpJ0H-mt6w673_KvC0Jm0pe4-m7vTVJtaRmHKnDfRr7Fys5pJXC_WLsYKxkJ00pI7oGzFU4x4RfBg_KZEBcRJSydcw83TLkKZP1S57wGR7vKGgoPuTkXgw7fzEkYBK-l5UthkdV6kTn/s400/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461604306193776178" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUpb_aT_uZdeQU4w6Yv1bZHudDcFfdyk_8WNKBfyTU7-1aFJWZa8elK4cDAtbjTUQMic4pFdUEkj5fllTMQUAkyM0zgeBtwO-GV6YHZOJs7RFPJC6PqP1-OMTZZhLdhUEh95PrnWaXtX_/s1600/DSC02006.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUpb_aT_uZdeQU4w6Yv1bZHudDcFfdyk_8WNKBfyTU7-1aFJWZa8elK4cDAtbjTUQMic4pFdUEkj5fllTMQUAkyM0zgeBtwO-GV6YHZOJs7RFPJC6PqP1-OMTZZhLdhUEh95PrnWaXtX_/s400/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461606737069592018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We were only there in the town for a day/night but I could have stayed longer. I don't think there's that much to do but Mr. Broad and I were getting pretty used to the "drinking our cafe (coffee) and hanging out" scene. </div><div><br /></div><div>We stayed in a bed and breakfast and walked the hilly town. Biarritz is in Basque country. Basque country is made up of 7 providences between Spain and France. There's even a different language that has a lot of consonants right next to each other not resembling any European language we've seen. </div><div><br /></div><div>For dinner that night, our B&B recommended a restaurant a couple blocks away and the name now escapes me. Again, a wonderful, pleasant suprise. </div><div><br /></div><div>Our waiter spoke English, loved that we were from New York, sharing a story with us when he was there in '95. </div><div><br /></div><div>We started with the charcuterie plate. I don't remember what everything was. But let's just say ham, chorizio, and more pork.</div><div>Really now, have you ever had a charcuterie plate you didn't like? </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitd430_X5bmhaBe7d2e0VnwFhVn2GERXCuDkUX6CH0eqws8qao7VsWQmQvlLokQbVVt6PMVoLR_MILo-hU28RupYMG9KXibsHNpZQjl2o_QGUQwjXxvzyGRSripDXo8R3Ho4_1ltOnBE-8/s1600/DSC01977.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitd430_X5bmhaBe7d2e0VnwFhVn2GERXCuDkUX6CH0eqws8qao7VsWQmQvlLokQbVVt6PMVoLR_MILo-hU28RupYMG9KXibsHNpZQjl2o_QGUQwjXxvzyGRSripDXo8R3Ho4_1ltOnBE-8/s400/DSC01977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461619845784580898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad went with the steak tartare and pommes frites. </div><div>Note he eventually ended up eating steak tartare 3 times while on vacation. This was far and away my favorite steak tartare ever. Hand chopped meat, with not a lot of "addiditives" it didn't have the raw beef taste. And don't start me on the fries. Perfectly crispy, I'd say they were the best fries I've ever had. Yes, I'm going there. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEichLXidzTbCr8RAQfMmaDRHHnUECPfMxxQXqogS5NyvPlzIYYjoqJW6TsfijNyX-dW-zRYJbRaq6wCGiWDPNlapdeAE0MW2IP2oBxOzXqx0WZ-ka-JJZanbimdyqljrOVNki5oPqoZFZzM/s1600/DSC01983.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEichLXidzTbCr8RAQfMmaDRHHnUECPfMxxQXqogS5NyvPlzIYYjoqJW6TsfijNyX-dW-zRYJbRaq6wCGiWDPNlapdeAE0MW2IP2oBxOzXqx0WZ-ka-JJZanbimdyqljrOVNki5oPqoZFZzM/s400/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461599573657528114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>I had grilled squid with rice. And probably some other stuff but I'm forgetting. Also tasty but I could have traded the white rice for... the fries.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUakpC6bDHCT-E3WnI6ytDAvTckoNVpdoNvbF43S16DQGMOu0rQPNV65jZS2Rt7jr6ueEAANKpfLw9MFZwAiGX0NbnJPWR0HeOZdHm14-wqY7l9FiSJ4ipijgQxPZuGw62AvrApGNViV1/s1600/DSC01981.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcUakpC6bDHCT-E3WnI6ytDAvTckoNVpdoNvbF43S16DQGMOu0rQPNV65jZS2Rt7jr6ueEAANKpfLw9MFZwAiGX0NbnJPWR0HeOZdHm14-wqY7l9FiSJ4ipijgQxPZuGw62AvrApGNViV1/s400/DSC01981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461599566688963474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We stumbled upon an indoor market the next day. The booths consisted of Fruit, Pastries, Bread, Meat. Repeat. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZno-svUg61tK1_pV7CGskLcRawSGBCBEXf3t-Qtm22EKjUhf0qHSKxI7nrauRfjP-4DiplouKpeMzvAe2CxcXqz6d0p2j0pLWRZFdjoyCUcAh1-9VdA69P59U-aGnVKyUCq20IDEgK4q9/s1600/DSC01988.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZno-svUg61tK1_pV7CGskLcRawSGBCBEXf3t-Qtm22EKjUhf0qHSKxI7nrauRfjP-4DiplouKpeMzvAe2CxcXqz6d0p2j0pLWRZFdjoyCUcAh1-9VdA69P59U-aGnVKyUCq20IDEgK4q9/s400/DSC01988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461606727304309330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cute right??</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmomXH0k3Zw0rVCUj5hPOuRqWw6dv01SvNDnSVMVkML7_FT1qw0nyj9brgKZOaaUWJm3vYgR7EA9gAgQYeyzQrvlnTV2rjBOwJptwwkHV2qVBSUxJhaWany2DFzZ3GdT42OAm94TbhEut9/s1600/DSC01997.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmomXH0k3Zw0rVCUj5hPOuRqWw6dv01SvNDnSVMVkML7_FT1qw0nyj9brgKZOaaUWJm3vYgR7EA9gAgQYeyzQrvlnTV2rjBOwJptwwkHV2qVBSUxJhaWany2DFzZ3GdT42OAm94TbhEut9/s400/DSC01997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461606716421567986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Not sure what this was, but worthy of a picture. </div><div>Kind of felt like a crime scene... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RA_UUamPve9uEO5hpzz1Q7tWgbGt68xSnyG4iYFZupDAy7aGdS3PUVVTMA7VXz46xQwFgJDs7sdBqfyJbW4LQ0FU62xMNxDdEuoKy5XA6X25zAvGxDzzH4WV2hWfmZqywGbqz71GfLOe/s1600/DSC01995.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RA_UUamPve9uEO5hpzz1Q7tWgbGt68xSnyG4iYFZupDAy7aGdS3PUVVTMA7VXz46xQwFgJDs7sdBqfyJbW4LQ0FU62xMNxDdEuoKy5XA6X25zAvGxDzzH4WV2hWfmZqywGbqz71GfLOe/s400/DSC01995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461606710132517170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe it was my lack of research on the town. But either way, Biarritz, thank you for this pleasant surprise and your redeeming charm. </div><div>Cheers.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlq4kkMPaZtINR6lF-29cMuBGEF19a3iy27qvoEYO-iq6oL4tjiLZK03PM49UXqU8CFld5xFkfNZDFEytXW-md0hGf_q7SjKpoRHDxNfTRIIvOfhAtQZArLjw6I8wQj-y5DqUSCT7r0HM/s1600/DSC01979.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlq4kkMPaZtINR6lF-29cMuBGEF19a3iy27qvoEYO-iq6oL4tjiLZK03PM49UXqU8CFld5xFkfNZDFEytXW-md0hGf_q7SjKpoRHDxNfTRIIvOfhAtQZArLjw6I8wQj-y5DqUSCT7r0HM/s400/DSC01979.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461599561237192786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-35991909458066830672010-04-18T16:46:00.006-04:002010-04-18T19:48:58.296-04:00Mon Dieu! What Portions!<div style="text-align: left;">So when you think of French food, you think snobby small portions that you can eat in one bite, right? Well stereotype debunked. Here is where quantity equals quality. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div>This place was one of my favorites. Just a total French atmosphere with a waiter that played the part. Had his nose slightly up in the air because he knew his food was le shit. And I'm pretty sure he spoke English although fronted like he didn't, but that's part of why I loved it. I'm in your country- speak your language. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.ambassade-auvergne.com/internet/c_inetpub/files/ecrans/ecran.asp?rub=carte&lang=uk&affiche=1#">L'Ambassade d'Auvergne</a></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Truth be told, Mr. Broad stumbled onto this one because it was open on a Sunday night. Apparently Paris is not New York City. </div><div><br /></div><div>This place was known for it's lentils so at least I knew that going in...</div><div>Green Lentil Salad with Bacon</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSdz88BdOxOqZzHqDWXszknppfoUgPYVDL_OSIp4Qc2qJZQnGqOxl5v7w9-9_mgGnIq_gfiBc7_2eBji1gW6hwlSwhkwOv2Oz7I1zOI5-vap1eKTYCWJol7Yb7s5swgFKPkiTgkRzElFL/s1600/DSC01899.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzSdz88BdOxOqZzHqDWXszknppfoUgPYVDL_OSIp4Qc2qJZQnGqOxl5v7w9-9_mgGnIq_gfiBc7_2eBji1gW6hwlSwhkwOv2Oz7I1zOI5-vap1eKTYCWJol7Yb7s5swgFKPkiTgkRzElFL/s400/DSC01899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243190215763506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>The waiter served it out of this large bowl and then... LEFT the bowl with us to finish it off. We coulda asked for the check by now.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKW7guu_gLoALUBuTBcqminBawbes2PAHIFXDzI9IOs9NBilwBd7YM64m2s6DRaMf8ar5V1S3uv5KFKsmu74vQ0bhmFdU-w9lU9lh42rT5l4F1Q8a5V2JyLJleDIJvoFrdritPpOSJo40/s1600/DSC01903.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKW7guu_gLoALUBuTBcqminBawbes2PAHIFXDzI9IOs9NBilwBd7YM64m2s6DRaMf8ar5V1S3uv5KFKsmu74vQ0bhmFdU-w9lU9lh42rT5l4F1Q8a5V2JyLJleDIJvoFrdritPpOSJo40/s400/DSC01903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243196022483650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad went with the Ham platter. Which I'm sure it was called something better in French but he savored it all the same.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkJVFQVGmObth5cx2Yo9Aku0SVI0nTd5IjJ5vBnLcSf-Pi6oJxZ203hE7MyUtcjLOv0Qm14aG1NaXFNf7ryDH4mURTC5P_9_OHZHP4GN8WsWAN8p4zbagq3dUWzwROyqyzyPdhWnurVcz/s1600/DSC01902.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkJVFQVGmObth5cx2Yo9Aku0SVI0nTd5IjJ5vBnLcSf-Pi6oJxZ203hE7MyUtcjLOv0Qm14aG1NaXFNf7ryDH4mURTC5P_9_OHZHP4GN8WsWAN8p4zbagq3dUWzwROyqyzyPdhWnurVcz/s400/DSC01902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461583951582069458" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This was my favorite part of the meal. The waiter who acts as part chef/ensembler puts the mashed potatoes together tableside. They were quite popular so I took a picture. Mr. Broad wouldn't let me take the picture when he did the schtick at our table. Cause hello, tourists. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now that's elasticity.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNikEYz92-wouG6XjdV66wUFIx0a1RVp_YgbR4RiqwLFetf5ggPX8Hpwiom959iswc3jZiKbs1hrezt2kc4P_5_yXVQusmMsUq6sMlZRpMDnsuOD4yldNJ4dRykCdm2L8hclYJ1pfsNH48/s1600/DSC01906.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNikEYz92-wouG6XjdV66wUFIx0a1RVp_YgbR4RiqwLFetf5ggPX8Hpwiom959iswc3jZiKbs1hrezt2kc4P_5_yXVQusmMsUq6sMlZRpMDnsuOD4yldNJ4dRykCdm2L8hclYJ1pfsNH48/s400/DSC01906.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243201801927042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a>Mr. Broad got the country sausage with the mashed potatoes. Holy creamy. Mr. Broad let me in on the secret that it's the cheese and not the cream that makes it hold that elasticity shape. </div><div>He loved it. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7JGubi9F37AzlQtHKEOrsG-el4UP0Znm3UgGMaktgG-kTrq_7kzlUNvWiBduwEKsI3WJzHl0eUaRZn2Fw4jZcmPhUJ6ww8ClSNJsorCJUXMi0zfeTQjxAuB4AVSQ32NS-gwz7r3KFHJp/s1600/DSC01908.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7JGubi9F37AzlQtHKEOrsG-el4UP0Znm3UgGMaktgG-kTrq_7kzlUNvWiBduwEKsI3WJzHl0eUaRZn2Fw4jZcmPhUJ6ww8ClSNJsorCJUXMi0zfeTQjxAuB4AVSQ32NS-gwz7r3KFHJp/s400/DSC01908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457243208247892050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't r<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">emember</span> what this is that I had for my main course but something to the affect of a chicken stew with vegetables. I loved it. Have we mentioned that the French love cream? </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Aah. I looked up the menu. Cause what was that? </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Stew Veal with Blue Cheese Sauce</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Yum. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOzVtRrCpOIYdpZyLqMBkaagCOWnZpz_oEoZynJzgR_eSAvkQlQBO4Xqmg8Y1e1OdR0rSA6Qwfh2fhGGKQ2Pdz2rbmDEcXZg5Cdh6lXMrdhBp31Iu4FsnlbAb6aaVpB07xxDWLg69OI4B/s1600/DSC01909.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOzVtRrCpOIYdpZyLqMBkaagCOWnZpz_oEoZynJzgR_eSAvkQlQBO4Xqmg8Y1e1OdR0rSA6Qwfh2fhGGKQ2Pdz2rbmDEcXZg5Cdh6lXMrdhBp31Iu4FsnlbAb6aaVpB07xxDWLg69OI4B/s400/DSC01909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461583963994793522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yep. No dessert. We were stuffed. And when the table next to us ordered mouse and they served it out of a large salad bowl and then LEFT the extra on the table?.. There was just no way. </div><div>I am still thinking of those mashed potatoes though. And for an even better look back at them- check out the photo on their <a href="http://www.ambassade-auvergne.com/internet/c_inetpub/files/ecrans/ecran.asp?rub=carte&lang=uk&affiche=1#">menu</a>. </div><div>Merci!</div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-15469099131214942252010-04-05T22:44:00.015-04:002010-04-18T19:48:58.305-04:00They Don't Teach You This in French Class<div style="text-align: left;">Before I begin raving about our restaurant, I gotta give it up for our hotel.</div><div>The Westin was in a perfect location- right near the Louvre/Tuilleries... and with preferred status we got an upgrade to a $850/room night. (the price was listed on the door). </div><div><span><span></span></span><br /></div><div>So while this isn't a "money saving blog", when you pay less than a quarter of the price and get a view of the Louvre, Eiffel Tower, and all the big must-sees... well, I have to advocate the Starwood Credit Card. </div><div><br /></div><div>Views from our hotel: (there was a mini balcony)</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxsh8_YHeRAm5jdEaAJm9tXM4a5ZQKn6fpPmYvVz3EudldfOwhv7yHgWv2QQKA1GE19AUhsIkkiAV7_8y-iJw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>And a view of the Louvre from our hotel room during the day. </div><div>A gray day in Paris is better than... ___ (fill in the blank)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7GsdscioezkrGXX-RwWgQFzkuBX0dZ8p2nYUTt9rlf9jrLEXv5p6k5oxdHUrPyJDTjtFsKpyMYztpqRq_JF25wf1OopauGMCyUEdh5dO5VYyPdDBjGJrVRjM6yh0-Flkp7ORSXVdHT9V/s1600/P1020739.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7GsdscioezkrGXX-RwWgQFzkuBX0dZ8p2nYUTt9rlf9jrLEXv5p6k5oxdHUrPyJDTjtFsKpyMYztpqRq_JF25wf1OopauGMCyUEdh5dO5VYyPdDBjGJrVRjM6yh0-Flkp7ORSXVdHT9V/s400/P1020739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456870356267342274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay. Dinner. First night of dinner, we were a bit jet lagged and took a much needed nap beforehand.</div><div><br /></div><div>We found this place from <a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/">Mr. David Lebovitz.</a> Who's kinda like the shit. (<i>Excuse my French... HAH- GET IT?! And it's not French at all!)</i> I think I'll take another post to write about David later. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.auxlyonnais.com/"><b>Aux Lyonnais</b></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Reading over the menu.</i></div><div><i>Oh Le Shit. </i></div><div><i>I definitely don't know French. </i></div><div><br /></div><div>We didn't want to be *those* Americans and have the waiter translate every item (don't worry we eventually gave in a couple dinners later) so we did our best with my mini English/French Dictionary, my 5 years of French 8 years ago, and Mr. Broad's fluency in Spanish which is kiiiinda similar to French. We tried. </div><div><br /></div><div>So let me explain what we ate in our English terms cause that's what I know. </div><div><br /></div><div>Pig something. It came in a jar, was spreadable, and I'm pretty sure it was innards, pate, yet creamy. Mr. Broad chowed down. Il l'aime. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Omhgr3SKUVEdo9XmRGz7KLkRSbtYi_7TUM6ApnreVaTnwvKnJfYMxckMgLkmBCZ1socZS6QC7I0P-WgHQO09aCBo5LJwwwuTc9QRMGlRsx2WflMXUm3_iKCjEbVoYhPf4Vd_FypQgVn5/s1600/DSC01808.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Omhgr3SKUVEdo9XmRGz7KLkRSbtYi_7TUM6ApnreVaTnwvKnJfYMxckMgLkmBCZ1socZS6QC7I0P-WgHQO09aCBo5LJwwwuTc9QRMGlRsx2WflMXUm3_iKCjEbVoYhPf4Vd_FypQgVn5/s400/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456853798455211650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>A creamy bacon leek tart</div><div>All I knew was that I was getting something with leeks. Yum. But helloo cream! I was getting flashbacks to Meryl Streep adding cream to her dishes a la Julia Child. I never saw the movie but saw enough of the trailers to get the picture. The French like cream. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatOSHo47B_6fPD6NQHwWxVRf68vaQG-dMD_NRRP2DsT40Gnau3WbIYc0LC0UOz-XWzzdjzV1ZGWsh7mehrUz1pZXx35JzKY8OezTq-aP2igfocexXQUP1lru98Z0FRRzcwJjxNIXHz7u6/s1600/DSC01807.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatOSHo47B_6fPD6NQHwWxVRf68vaQG-dMD_NRRP2DsT40Gnau3WbIYc0LC0UOz-XWzzdjzV1ZGWsh7mehrUz1pZXx35JzKY8OezTq-aP2igfocexXQUP1lru98Z0FRRzcwJjxNIXHz7u6/s400/DSC01807.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856504172600738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Blood Sausage</div><div>...Sorry Mr. Broad, I didn't know how to say bone marrow (which our neighbors got). No loss though! This blood sausage was easily the best he's ever had. Oh and with amaazing apples on the side. <i>RIGHT! Pomme de terre is potatoes but pommes is apples. I totally knew that. Oops.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNYLWSyUe2IiTXFIfpNl_QvpyuHGPL_PXWi67D2hjnSj5cpNGNj1Cb7vM9WqvowM4mAk7XderBjVGo6y66sxE0rfBSLh5PUSu9uWzOcT2ByoK9YK-RnW-lFm3iB01SAngdb8-JVizuoJ7/s1600/DSC01814.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNYLWSyUe2IiTXFIfpNl_QvpyuHGPL_PXWi67D2hjnSj5cpNGNj1Cb7vM9WqvowM4mAk7XderBjVGo6y66sxE0rfBSLh5PUSu9uWzOcT2ByoK9YK-RnW-lFm3iB01SAngdb8-JVizuoJ7/s400/DSC01814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856521301637890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Quenelles- fish dumplings. The waiter explained what it was and it was in my mini dictionary so it had to be popular.</div><div>An odd texture if I do say so. A dumpling- a creamy one- and my guess was it was like a gefilte fish but well, without the jelly part. (It was just Passover, give me the comparison...) And I don't even like gefilte fish! But this, creamy and really good. Just a bit different. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBLRVQj0UUz8kEFPNY3yPKiwp30irnNbznvjTHRcyBL2WdwWCPq2lwdbBU73gah2KWLIuOtPokAh2Cp-6VwmYYOv-mZwxidOhRLxv2fLtJJQH12VOJvjHR9yf1Qb0sju8pmiXrjhHrOwf/s1600/DSC01812.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBLRVQj0UUz8kEFPNY3yPKiwp30irnNbznvjTHRcyBL2WdwWCPq2lwdbBU73gah2KWLIuOtPokAh2Cp-6VwmYYOv-mZwxidOhRLxv2fLtJJQH12VOJvjHR9yf1Qb0sju8pmiXrjhHrOwf/s400/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856512612483202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Dessert. EVERYONE orders dessert. We were stuffed (CREAM much??) but decided to split a dessert (Helloo, it's France) and got the "Areyousureyou'reSPLITTINGadessertandaren'torderingyourown?!" look from our waiter. <i>Yes that's a look. </i></div><div>Introducing the souffle.</div><div>The most airy and creamy and soft and delicious souffle I've ever had. Not that I'm a souffle expert but if I was, this was the one. It came with some orange soaked grand marnier thingy which we eventually incorporated.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglec1dMooS8-kXJChjbSX3PbKxLyS0y-V9oa6oodDZ0xhfrV5VZhd3gT8zJRYnQgRrYf0u99d4GatnJ1dKx4INYGOR1a8Hb2GKp4PL-53eLEcM8VJNk6SZaH_IBy-q70vUEdwMPJmW8da6/s1600/DSC01818.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglec1dMooS8-kXJChjbSX3PbKxLyS0y-V9oa6oodDZ0xhfrV5VZhd3gT8zJRYnQgRrYf0u99d4GatnJ1dKx4INYGOR1a8Hb2GKp4PL-53eLEcM8VJNk6SZaH_IBy-q70vUEdwMPJmW8da6/s400/DSC01818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856525063086162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad and I were adamant that we wouldn't go to any touristy like places. We wanted to go where the locals went- no English menu options and just damn good food. (And wine.) The restaurant lived up to expectations. I think I would brush up on my French if we were to go back. Way too much food envy. </div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-10671911028761795532010-04-04T17:21:00.010-04:002010-04-18T19:48:58.314-04:00How did France claim naming rights on French Onion Soup?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left">Mr. Broad and I were doing our best to have all the necessary "must tries."</div><br />Croissants- check<br />Macaroons- Check<br />French onion Soup-- Check<br />French Fries- Check<br /><br />Mr. Broad and I were doing the tourist thing for a day (The Louvre, Musee D'orsay, Notre Dame...). We were in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Halles">Les Halles</a> area when we walked by a rather showy restaurant. Mr. Broad recognized it from a recommendation from a friend.<br /><br /><i>(SEE! NOT ALL our meals are planned out!... Okay but all the Paris dinners were...)</i><br /><br /><a href="http://www.pieddecochon.com/"><b>Au Pied de Cochon</b></a><br /><b>Les Halles, Paris</b><br /><br />After doing a little googling there's also one in Miami and (gasp!) Atlanta. But don't tell Mr. Broad, and this one is the original from 1946. So at least I feel better now.<br /><br />It's funny instead of the bread/butter combo, they put out bread and a pork pate of sorts. Oh it was good. And we later learned, this was not the first restaurant to go down this path. They heart the pig.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZTX0-Hhi_wriT8WLz-QJe4JMe6x1RNxWQf5FQFwG4g6wnhg1Jy3UFmZ8X82pzU-9Wb7c3gW_96jt2GloEkjLKeMR2lmeLmCs3L4vOu-UBAzOwfd3ItB9zjoi3m0YBPUP94PsyuWrHQTm/s1600/DSC01862.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456398752254726226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIZTX0-Hhi_wriT8WLz-QJe4JMe6x1RNxWQf5FQFwG4g6wnhg1Jy3UFmZ8X82pzU-9Wb7c3gW_96jt2GloEkjLKeMR2lmeLmCs3L4vOu-UBAzOwfd3ItB9zjoi3m0YBPUP94PsyuWrHQTm/s400/DSC01862.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />French Onion Soup<br />Probably about an inch thick in cheese. And a baquette soaked within the soup, but with minimal onions. But wow that cheese. This was probably the most dense soup I have ever eaten <i>(When does it become a casserole?</i>) and could barely make a dent in it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLN9OX3M4TjpNgE5J-tXk9JrgloJr7NA-ASW6y731uokSvS-oqBZQIH_65ImO4-dM7W7MKttdGv3rwF_04wAD0Kcm3SzogF4wlxjSE0_AoLeVOg7eBZVC7_S1gTh7OH4k0vX3oF9Ozw30C/s1600/DSC01863.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456398759150788290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLN9OX3M4TjpNgE5J-tXk9JrgloJr7NA-ASW6y731uokSvS-oqBZQIH_65ImO4-dM7W7MKttdGv3rwF_04wAD0Kcm3SzogF4wlxjSE0_AoLeVOg7eBZVC7_S1gTh7OH4k0vX3oF9Ozw30C/s400/DSC01863.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Steak Tartare<br />I'm not the biggest steak tartare fan (One guess who is...) but the waiter does a little schtick where you watch him make it (I mean it is raw beef). This one had extra relish and capers in it. And hello... What's up HUGE portion of raw meat. Cooked hamburgers don't come this large.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4lNXMmekINU8p_-Sb4SAdySxTwUjk0_NDBMDA6iYX7yn_h-0I0xKDfD1GYD9isG_OdB9aNYZNRLWwhWRMZxmcByC2edaVY2mZ1_DiCKqxHQeq9Br5i8VqMWB6SWEnb0Z_wuSPD4r0vbn/s1600/DSC01868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456398765459587698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp4lNXMmekINU8p_-Sb4SAdySxTwUjk0_NDBMDA6iYX7yn_h-0I0xKDfD1GYD9isG_OdB9aNYZNRLWwhWRMZxmcByC2edaVY2mZ1_DiCKqxHQeq9Br5i8VqMWB6SWEnb0Z_wuSPD4r0vbn/s400/DSC01868.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You can tell this is a popular brunch place. The white table clothes and all they still admitted me in with my tourist sneakers.<br /><br />Thanks for the recommendation!Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-4411746690084754402010-04-03T21:12:00.012-04:002010-04-03T23:14:14.344-04:00The vacation in recap<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix4XL0XluN50sy4B1fu1kUDAD9oUVVJhSytErWO2BJ04pY2GbOGwMvLBfmpIYcMmhrPt8VCKwEv-c4z1ItNuD-rol5rfxJgBP9TkjZ_hNV3_jVG2vXTLZhlmseIoyss0Edh0f6Ncabxfp/s1600/P1030023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix4XL0XluN50sy4B1fu1kUDAD9oUVVJhSytErWO2BJ04pY2GbOGwMvLBfmpIYcMmhrPt8VCKwEv-c4z1ItNuD-rol5rfxJgBP9TkjZ_hNV3_jVG2vXTLZhlmseIoyss0Edh0f6Ncabxfp/s400/P1030023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456107010146086322" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Aah France and Spain.</div><div><div>How I love thee. Our first vacation that didn't *really* involve a beach. But involved plenty of mountains, scenery, wine, great food, and chocolate. And wine. </div><div><br /></div><div>I took pictures of our meals cause well, helloo you just don't eat like this normally. As I did with our last vacation to <a href="http://abroadonbroadway.blogspot.com/search/label/Brazil">Brazil</a> thought I'd do the same and give a list of superlatives. And then you know blog about our vacation to make it seem so much longer than it was. Cause Basque country yeah, you're TOTALLY UNDERRATED. </div><div><br /></div><div>Days on vacation: 9</div><div><br /></div><div>Pictures taken: 708</div><div><br /></div><div>Books read: Mrs. Broad 4; Mr. Broad 48 pages. </div><div>Note: The book Sarah's Key: best and most pertinent book to read while in Paris. Whoa. </div><div><br /></div><div>Saddest movie to watch on a plane: Precious Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire. I think I've finally recovered from it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Quote from French winemaker we idolized: "Do you drink a bottle of wine a day? I do."</div><div><br /></div><div>Most prestigious quote from a fellow wine taster: "Aah this wine would go just lovely with a pan fried foie gras."</div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad's favorite French word: Douche</div><div><br /></div><div>First biggest blunder on the trip: Mr. Broad booking two tickets to Biarretz in HIS NAME. Les Awesome. </div><div><br /></div><div>Second biggest blunder: Misreading the euros and how much a bottle of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armagnac_(drink)">Armagnac</a> was. Thinking it was $45 but learned it was $240 after we paid. Screaming "return-ey!"... "exchange-ay!" to the cashier. </div><div><br /></div><div>Worst flight ever: Sitting two seats down from a woman on the red eye to Paris as she was violently ill the entire flight. And passing barf bags to her. Les Awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>Second worst flight ever: on our way to Biarretz, the woman next to Mr. Broad asked for "le sac." WTF.</div><div><br /></div><div>How you say barf bag in French: le sac </div><div><br /></div><div>Craziest thing we ate: brain</div><div><br /></div><div>Worst thing Mr. Broad ate: fried pig's ear.</div><div><br /></div><div>The "I'll give it another shot" award: Pig's ear. Mr. Broad proclaimed it was better the 2nd time because it wasn't fried. </div><div><br /></div><div>Best meal we had: lunch at <a href="http://www.asadoretxebarri.com/">Asador Etxebarri</a>. </div><div>(Thanks Anthony Bourdain for the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-uJKVsWJMs">recommendation</a>- around minute 3:45; we met the sous-chef!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and pictures. </div><div>I know you've all seen the Eiffel Tower. Or Ms. Mona Lisa. So here are the pictures you haven't seen...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Souffle- the French do it right.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaiGWsZUxevsZSZrJ6MaVSqWvu7_7sYzbrlyzat2rtaCKUoH3SZbsX5W793eHUWqEy0TGwIkSBw3cdOMycou1jRbhxE1oA1-jCRldHC4etpwsGwSgYrXwqfrYz7IDMDyOcOOlS14ZnWK4/s1600/DSC01817.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaiGWsZUxevsZSZrJ6MaVSqWvu7_7sYzbrlyzat2rtaCKUoH3SZbsX5W793eHUWqEy0TGwIkSBw3cdOMycou1jRbhxE1oA1-jCRldHC4etpwsGwSgYrXwqfrYz7IDMDyOcOOlS14ZnWK4/s400/DSC01817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456099296758561298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Fresh made crepes</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVwmzKlJ_0V-sA3osVyM7755ZwRM79Tp3s_Ye5RJt0RN9FMYNUzjvvewnYLJItRU4dYY2Iy8whO04vIUSFMhvG7m3mjZTg6f6ft0TnllVtbgDUHC6btdnn2Grsq-rtUC1Bq8vCWyHI2_n/s1600/DSC01881.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVwmzKlJ_0V-sA3osVyM7755ZwRM79Tp3s_Ye5RJt0RN9FMYNUzjvvewnYLJItRU4dYY2Iy8whO04vIUSFMhvG7m3mjZTg6f6ft0TnllVtbgDUHC6btdnn2Grsq-rtUC1Bq8vCWyHI2_n/s400/DSC01881.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456099304822949778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></b></div><div>The windows of the chocolatiers had fun displays for Easter</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpd07LLFLoNz8cIoh_nUTNCUNRYYSpVCzlCFqaXB4zkanqcAS1qHz6qHMbhjpS0q0OBg4uwYHgtar7Ydhyphenhyphen2sObKRkmOSrvo8cK2eUGRNx0d_UkzvwiSfwrruw0pL0KO6GNl8fSJNSiq8W/s1600/DSC02145.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBpd07LLFLoNz8cIoh_nUTNCUNRYYSpVCzlCFqaXB4zkanqcAS1qHz6qHMbhjpS0q0OBg4uwYHgtar7Ydhyphenhyphen2sObKRkmOSrvo8cK2eUGRNx0d_UkzvwiSfwrruw0pL0KO6GNl8fSJNSiq8W/s400/DSC02145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456103505148442802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh chocolate...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMt8IVj6Ee6UtE6yCfGCsBt-JyqD3kVCJPsYI-cvVEhOVBLzWjCJ5SMEajyppqRvE2xXBqT58YpfZDHThltxSyh3UUd2MVEZ4mIH-QWyP7hhu0DSZh4O6RE_fznOny_QVnFa8L_ie0bD8/s1600/DSC02118.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIMt8IVj6Ee6UtE6yCfGCsBt-JyqD3kVCJPsYI-cvVEhOVBLzWjCJ5SMEajyppqRvE2xXBqT58YpfZDHThltxSyh3UUd2MVEZ4mIH-QWyP7hhu0DSZh4O6RE_fznOny_QVnFa8L_ie0bD8/s400/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456100937801721138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A line is forming outside of a popular Boulangiere. Trust me this ain't your Wonder Bread</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpNb8uOtw-h04VGr_9vCC0kpkMwowV1GOYz72YQhPdj-ufj3WhE0zUcesKKXeeoEaqT3TNi8RA5zb3aVlYp2O4kAVj5SwW8bOPQChvzoJqVlRrXou31JzqXnB2DvoXS3KMya1OPQLpduG/s1600/DSC02120.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpNb8uOtw-h04VGr_9vCC0kpkMwowV1GOYz72YQhPdj-ufj3WhE0zUcesKKXeeoEaqT3TNi8RA5zb3aVlYp2O4kAVj5SwW8bOPQChvzoJqVlRrXou31JzqXnB2DvoXS3KMya1OPQLpduG/s400/DSC02120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456102163952863122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>St. Jean Pied de Port</div><div>(I loved saying this town's name)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKcdSfkyF5Mk5VWsQRzLsvy_jeUrW1DB_lgc1DDP7MGyALp6aEASWDf1w47X0cHkdyPDWal4MvIXuJr1sWpdXN6-_8nqHJEIg-O8Zx8HdMgVhgfGymdHPpTa-bys_ZM0ECMnH4-QXuLSm/s1600/P1020768.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKcdSfkyF5Mk5VWsQRzLsvy_jeUrW1DB_lgc1DDP7MGyALp6aEASWDf1w47X0cHkdyPDWal4MvIXuJr1sWpdXN6-_8nqHJEIg-O8Zx8HdMgVhgfGymdHPpTa-bys_ZM0ECMnH4-QXuLSm/s400/P1020768.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456103523223205330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>All the houses in the French countryside were white with red shutters.</div><div>So cool. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDs6oi4vp4Fm9q24b79C9Yqku_owRQsX1S4vqL6lOjRXlOpBo4-I3DwJZCyxzMIAfI4kiyGKCxgn_YoURyggeUtuF3CcHSTV0jh1DCNaxEhsqBg43-BXwkVbcaEQ5SNP5WTZ3vEizo-iO/s1600/DSC01942.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDs6oi4vp4Fm9q24b79C9Yqku_owRQsX1S4vqL6lOjRXlOpBo4-I3DwJZCyxzMIAfI4kiyGKCxgn_YoURyggeUtuF3CcHSTV0jh1DCNaxEhsqBg43-BXwkVbcaEQ5SNP5WTZ3vEizo-iO/s400/DSC01942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456100914731579298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Biarritz</div><div>My new favorite town</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhrDsZ-kDe54p5km304MfsA_hI8ltT8Afd9VasSnBFZ8d4hGxBnkGZ0GmnjNvn2s2TI867gNgA-HzcKVUh8aliY6qkc-6kj9otctW4BnMQhHAgdYuQdB0gaw52DEOTKutCRs_LUObQMs-/s1600/P1020800.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhrDsZ-kDe54p5km304MfsA_hI8ltT8Afd9VasSnBFZ8d4hGxBnkGZ0GmnjNvn2s2TI867gNgA-HzcKVUh8aliY6qkc-6kj9otctW4BnMQhHAgdYuQdB0gaw52DEOTKutCRs_LUObQMs-/s400/P1020800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456108816690537778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsR1Fwj7Wmd3dEO0zvihPSnCTJRpFZJlaFoou1ldUdFKU1xO4Ve52JyD5mxK2oCRVZ1wl2cE_O_wD7lVY5YbH_FlqUkQcHRhyphenhyphen6zz-ChQaoqtN6pqXP0azyQ8GJ6L1mFqGxuN0fSBAMxBT/s1600/P1020784.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsR1Fwj7Wmd3dEO0zvihPSnCTJRpFZJlaFoou1ldUdFKU1xO4Ve52JyD5mxK2oCRVZ1wl2cE_O_wD7lVY5YbH_FlqUkQcHRhyphenhyphen6zz-ChQaoqtN6pqXP0azyQ8GJ6L1mFqGxuN0fSBAMxBT/s400/P1020784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456108806529129058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I love truffles now.</div><div>(Eaten at the best lunch ever)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h5iTfux6SLu7e5qT3v0p64NFjtJ4Lh4NiGZELzMJEcx4ARJtR3Pay4hOSCloMkJMS_EcUVoYDxIIhA3e4U3oyY6ZoPOnH8dmyOX3NVGgOlAYP9wRh8V5M-eUiqsVnHYcuNbOUoiN-NoJ/s1600/DSC02037.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h5iTfux6SLu7e5qT3v0p64NFjtJ4Lh4NiGZELzMJEcx4ARJtR3Pay4hOSCloMkJMS_EcUVoYDxIIhA3e4U3oyY6ZoPOnH8dmyOX3NVGgOlAYP9wRh8V5M-eUiqsVnHYcuNbOUoiN-NoJ/s400/DSC02037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456100932185487202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Small towns in La Rioja region</div><div>(My new favorite wine). </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGChXXs1BSk2iqdV-5ve6VtGcVcXEeJ-AzDyBYAWyp9Me8GFrkPRWAQhfxkfquShPTr5pBomFcmIilXFhEdDyetBgnXudj8drzABAZ7Rjw1qnjGxZJGY-c2diylMCgOHa-veDkH1SLicvY/s1600/DSC02094.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGChXXs1BSk2iqdV-5ve6VtGcVcXEeJ-AzDyBYAWyp9Me8GFrkPRWAQhfxkfquShPTr5pBomFcmIilXFhEdDyetBgnXudj8drzABAZ7Rjw1qnjGxZJGY-c2diylMCgOHa-veDkH1SLicvY/s400/DSC02094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456102152794851410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvI3bsDSPmT4RSaBdssXz7p23soNreHU_wOnJpxweAEdlvz9Mw-wSRQED071qHxpHbxKXdQ5cy2-p47SEKEB-Y43KIpYIjHkVFaI481IiwJVXpdlv3ANUXid8zpfCJ6cj__YCk3vqVKSu/s1600/P1020895.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvI3bsDSPmT4RSaBdssXz7p23soNreHU_wOnJpxweAEdlvz9Mw-wSRQED071qHxpHbxKXdQ5cy2-p47SEKEB-Y43KIpYIjHkVFaI481IiwJVXpdlv3ANUXid8zpfCJ6cj__YCk3vqVKSu/s400/P1020895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456107017857573602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FLJZx1HgbPt4QGtWZMj_Q-sOgFbUGjrk7Gzau1lxsPAnygK-wmgXVmpuRR2RZRPYCADvj9NUcvviuPjppoCQPakrH01Mwxho9XOxaSNWri8KmAENEzJgQLxapKUn-PJWo2d58BB8eJ5S/s1600/P1020953.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FLJZx1HgbPt4QGtWZMj_Q-sOgFbUGjrk7Gzau1lxsPAnygK-wmgXVmpuRR2RZRPYCADvj9NUcvviuPjppoCQPakrH01Mwxho9XOxaSNWri8KmAENEzJgQLxapKUn-PJWo2d58BB8eJ5S/s400/P1020953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456107003439821842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMp9kis4sCrHdYLhWk6DkYp08ztqJ7hhe6wkrnfzBaVmTUZuVJVi9ZHLsCyvsNjdQXWZZJm6JEJ26A6Yy222vLFjIIc8X7VlfV9kM-OhL6PtnAvxhX0orvkHQRq7h-ieZAC9O5biZsz-g/s1600/P1020888.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMp9kis4sCrHdYLhWk6DkYp08ztqJ7hhe6wkrnfzBaVmTUZuVJVi9ZHLsCyvsNjdQXWZZJm6JEJ26A6Yy222vLFjIIc8X7VlfV9kM-OhL6PtnAvxhX0orvkHQRq7h-ieZAC9O5biZsz-g/s400/P1020888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456108818773713666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>San Sebastian</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6vHVDo5Vf5Go2rDPLee0FTAZ2-sldrvi7s4AMg3eAOScpBSJ7zVcNwFWa98-Nt3zBAqBvk1nhc7CXvzI6DVwMfcjHRPYvy5CFzWK0U9iTJbFovw0ZIsiJEMS_R_4cFzFirppqgTTTzbu/s1600/P1020982.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6vHVDo5Vf5Go2rDPLee0FTAZ2-sldrvi7s4AMg3eAOScpBSJ7zVcNwFWa98-Nt3zBAqBvk1nhc7CXvzI6DVwMfcjHRPYvy5CFzWK0U9iTJbFovw0ZIsiJEMS_R_4cFzFirppqgTTTzbu/s400/P1020982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456105034968203346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvW3Go077w24EjCHU2Kt8ToVWOceZjNIth0jI8Eq7k6PpUpoiAPOI1J55PhY5573mQUvDHOoZdAQagr_nHqjL36RtZMzih8qFuDVgXfT9a6xo1KIXlJ0HWrN1gfuYQpUDUncimiMkKY5xg/s1600/P1020970.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvW3Go077w24EjCHU2Kt8ToVWOceZjNIth0jI8Eq7k6PpUpoiAPOI1J55PhY5573mQUvDHOoZdAQagr_nHqjL36RtZMzih8qFuDVgXfT9a6xo1KIXlJ0HWrN1gfuYQpUDUncimiMkKY5xg/s400/P1020970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456103533546127330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a>Tapas lining the bar in San Sebastian</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTakqn4YH9t9OFcIWZoCsQ7KDOl9m7dBiHj9YxgCtffJrgmT6mxaKkhvZ4yiKDXXH4kWiXHrCnuex9yjrebew_RThjVPZjr6qrkjhzmZhMg4o6uhMjmnnnsiogst8cSAoQSs9IP5vgBc9/s1600/DSC02103.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKTakqn4YH9t9OFcIWZoCsQ7KDOl9m7dBiHj9YxgCtffJrgmT6mxaKkhvZ4yiKDXXH4kWiXHrCnuex9yjrebew_RThjVPZjr6qrkjhzmZhMg4o6uhMjmnnnsiogst8cSAoQSs9IP5vgBc9/s400/DSC02103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456107031529928610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Marques de Riscal designed by Frank Gehry: Winerie and Hotel</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WMg94Mws5c-70g3u8D2HbJNLKKVMo1hHV9dpwiKlfgH2CQmmbVdntPCQh_ov1cupHk5mDkY-PmWg0pNk6stFugEV4ikNfOJ1jnpS-g5ODoUEK1RAywMyBxgz7NdcDoejoL-KiqqA4EUd/s1600/P1020917.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WMg94Mws5c-70g3u8D2HbJNLKKVMo1hHV9dpwiKlfgH2CQmmbVdntPCQh_ov1cupHk5mDkY-PmWg0pNk6stFugEV4ikNfOJ1jnpS-g5ODoUEK1RAywMyBxgz7NdcDoejoL-KiqqA4EUd/s400/P1020917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456105026380205250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div>Speaking of wine </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpnRNBxNp3TyfMt5_i5RXrgoqHogreh-89D9jz6CO9dmVD5ywREbtRvGQlnqJ8eRy8_UkgvkX3v_IQ6pmo2IKf9S8J2RbuTh_o_x4L5TNRWXjc_GpZsZpuHfu0OvQ1Sm3CkEL0z600lGc/s1600/P1020882.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpnRNBxNp3TyfMt5_i5RXrgoqHogreh-89D9jz6CO9dmVD5ywREbtRvGQlnqJ8eRy8_UkgvkX3v_IQ6pmo2IKf9S8J2RbuTh_o_x4L5TNRWXjc_GpZsZpuHfu0OvQ1Sm3CkEL0z600lGc/s400/P1020882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456105025506736898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Okay so the trip was a complete success. Even though I pretend to speak more French than I really do. (Mr. Broad was still impressed.) And the Euro sucked. And we almost bought a $250 bottle of alcohol. We absolutely loved it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll leave you with a lasting image. Brain. Turns out it was lamb's brain. No idea on the preparation. Don't worry I'll explain it all in posts to come... </div><div>Stay tuned!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqSUTxn98GFGMOnvBfzhZ_eSw4t1PXhlEVGrNsw0-Pni8q_kQk4rtpUwe9OhVb3s3BBH_d8FODxNPBRJLVC6WkmNfUyE-GUZ2Rp4DfN44NMRAt4csgLOmhQXG0deI_qw6mORRUz6IJQ7b/s1600/DSC02134.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCqSUTxn98GFGMOnvBfzhZ_eSw4t1PXhlEVGrNsw0-Pni8q_kQk4rtpUwe9OhVb3s3BBH_d8FODxNPBRJLVC6WkmNfUyE-GUZ2Rp4DfN44NMRAt4csgLOmhQXG0deI_qw6mORRUz6IJQ7b/s400/DSC02134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456103521427382578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-33119988439568243092010-03-17T22:52:00.004-04:002010-04-04T15:29:40.472-04:00Oh Paris. Ooh la laSo I'm going on a little hiatus again. <i>But I'm announcing it so it should be fine right? </i><div>Mr. Broad and I decided to go on a spring(ish) vacation. </div><div>Paris and San Sebastian! With some other towns in between. Because we can't just go to Paris and Versailles! </div><div><br /></div><div>We're going for 9 days and our itinerary looks like this: </div><div><br /></div><div>Saturday-Monday: Paris</div><div>Monday-Tuesday: <a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://media-2.web.britannica.com/eb-media/36/29836-004-CA71DD2E.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic-art/64335/22410/Small-rocky-peninsulas-and-part-of-the-seafront-Biarritz-France&usg=__XQ_NzRstUX2RtqqAwXWyaIuFFE8=&h=405&w=550&sz=33&hl=en&start=1&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=jmQ7WNN9ZMkDiM:&tbnh=98&tbnw=133&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbiarritz%2Bfrance%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Doff%26client%3Dsafari%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Den%26tbs%3Disch:1">Biarritz</a></div><div>Renting a car and driving to San Sebastian!</div><div>Driving onto the WINE REGION that specializes in La RIOJA! </div><div>More Basque food and then a flight back to Paris for the following weekend. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some highlights:</div><div>SPAIN- Wineries and tapas.</div><div><br /></div><div>FRANCE: More wineries and croissants. Oh and the Mona. And the Eiffel... </div><div><br /></div><div>Similar to our Brazil trip, I'll make sure to update you all when I get back. You know you've grown up when you now book not just your hotel in advance (and not a hostel!) but <b>all</b> of your restaurants for dinner. Yeah. Let's just say Mr. Broad has done his homework. I've been brushing up on my French and we downloaded a France/English dictionary. We're ready. </div><div><br /></div><div>Au revoir! </div><div><br /></div><div>PS- Don't worry Ma, we'll be home just in time for Passover. </div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-20192937497733478652010-03-16T20:54:00.007-04:002010-03-16T21:30:49.668-04:00Peruvians and their Chicken<div style="text-align: left;">We met brother and Dr. K up for good ol' neighboorhood eats awhile ago.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Excuse, excuse... who cares? pictures please??</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh Peruvian chicken. It's like pretty awesome. Roasted chicken but like so much better and spices! And whatever, I <a href="http://bbq.about.com/od/chickenrecipes/r/bl70730a.htm">googled a recipe</a> so you can make it. I'm pretty sure Costco should replace their rotisseries with Peruvian chicken. </div><div><br /></div><div>(And for my DC friends, Pollo Rico is one of Mr. Broad and my favorite spots for such Peruvian chicken. Even Anthony Bourdain went there! I like to think though we discovered it first.)</div><div><br /></div><div>But New York Peruvian chicken? </div><div><br /></div><div>Here you go. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://piopio.com/">Pio Pio </a></b></div><div><b>Murray Hill (and other various locations)</b></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure if this is the best Peruvian chicken in NYC but it's darn tasty. Oh and good sangria. </div><div>We went for the Matador combo. Includes: Chicken, Rice and Beans, Yuca frites, Salchipapa and Avocada Salad</div><div><br /></div><div>Not bad for four people eh? </div><div><br /></div><div>"The" peruvian chicken. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLspOaUpUtuRAIdKpf2T6wpcB87wHFL0w7x2MEM-1byztBfoBvoefKjQwUMTVF5bksOMeNYWjxKqP9lebH4kfgUF1SVeFDFAholmouX9Hj-YQR3JWWCu6ylpGlF3wbPxyCELkDgTpUHGeW/s1600-h/photo+4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLspOaUpUtuRAIdKpf2T6wpcB87wHFL0w7x2MEM-1byztBfoBvoefKjQwUMTVF5bksOMeNYWjxKqP9lebH4kfgUF1SVeFDFAholmouX9Hj-YQR3JWWCu6ylpGlF3wbPxyCELkDgTpUHGeW/s400/photo+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449403748074764018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Traditional rice and beans</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_-HLrSlznFYLeMWqanknKFyQb3KoyFngreGKqfLz1gjur11eq29NUgmnA01Sagi1FahqUZ5w7tzc_odsO3ssxPbA61Z7ujAIT0tHMApnonG-vkgoeYlnZT6Pf4UYvcz1rx0Vxr7cTCna/s1600-h/photo+3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV_-HLrSlznFYLeMWqanknKFyQb3KoyFngreGKqfLz1gjur11eq29NUgmnA01Sagi1FahqUZ5w7tzc_odsO3ssxPbA61Z7ujAIT0tHMApnonG-vkgoeYlnZT6Pf4UYvcz1rx0Vxr7cTCna/s400/photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449403743401251810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Gotta love fried plaintains or Yuca. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBXKNL_evPgqsjx_VqSe4oCgGok11ZPTFmgB40B8Y6K2YyWiQuNUNT1_qyLv70JHwbdlwc04bItylb3o-Bm_hcWMJqDPa3dqODktGUrA4mHoVXvovdV3LgtqixMjlASPyD5D5JzLDslc1/s1600-h/photo+5.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKBXKNL_evPgqsjx_VqSe4oCgGok11ZPTFmgB40B8Y6K2YyWiQuNUNT1_qyLv70JHwbdlwc04bItylb3o-Bm_hcWMJqDPa3dqODktGUrA4mHoVXvovdV3LgtqixMjlASPyD5D5JzLDslc1/s400/photo+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449403752534064482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Salchipapa. </div><div>Yes. This <b>is</b> french fries and hot dogs. You know that website, <a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/">this is why you're fat</a>? Here you go. I'm pretty sure this was submitted once. Mainly because <i>it's just a side dish</i>. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESS-iVU7xtithmvAxJX8FGpJC_ChmhL0COLDao4D1ACVyMKShmIqRpb7yaWdNIlz5gdq7iYTr-ZKFG6WC29PplVa3SefnLZCyMx_hXAh252AHnhQEt6puA061OCUBD9Zu9yspyy-ycjlD/s1600-h/photo+2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESS-iVU7xtithmvAxJX8FGpJC_ChmhL0COLDao4D1ACVyMKShmIqRpb7yaWdNIlz5gdq7iYTr-ZKFG6WC29PplVa3SefnLZCyMx_hXAh252AHnhQEt6puA061OCUBD9Zu9yspyy-ycjlD/s400/photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449403761696300418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Avocado Salad</div><div>Did someone say salad?? Thankfully.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWyPunHXxqRe4uAjkCCmP2SCQNurzkMo5LrSETddqL0PH1uvSH5BEw2PmNpyQ6XypG-5MRtEXzfZQukzMsFAPDGQhjka47nejJz7uuD2PMH_sepvU8hNQJGpzSGqimqT-FQcEuDntdQON/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWyPunHXxqRe4uAjkCCmP2SCQNurzkMo5LrSETddqL0PH1uvSH5BEw2PmNpyQ6XypG-5MRtEXzfZQukzMsFAPDGQhjka47nejJz7uuD2PMH_sepvU8hNQJGpzSGqimqT-FQcEuDntdQON/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449405422374314546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Review:</b></div><div>Every now and then you need a good neighborhood eats. Something reliable. Something that you don't have to consult Zagats, Yelp, or Open table for. Something that won't set you back your food budget for the month. Or that you don't have to pop the collar for. Oh wait, we were in Murray Hill... Regardless. </div><div>Check out Pio Pio. If you're in Manhattan/Bronx/Queens they have one near you. </div><div>And for my DC readers... <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/el-pollo-rico-arlington"><b>Pollo Rico</b></a>, I'm telling you! </div><div><b>Rating: 7.5</b></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-90547104315572511662010-02-10T21:26:00.012-05:002010-02-10T23:37:54.031-05:00Sometimes It's Who You Know<div style="text-align: left;">My cousin who we're going to nickname... Cousin (original right??) is in the restaurant industry so knows all the hotspots. And typically knows a waiter, a busboy, or manager here or there. Let's just say getting a meal with her is kinda awesome.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I bring you... The "Day After" Birthday lunch... </div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes. This is "just" lunch. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.avocerestaurant.com/">A Voce </a></b></div><div><b>10 Columbus Circle</b></div><div><br /></div><div>With views of Columbus Circle, this Italian restaurant in Time Warner Center does not disappoint. Matter of fact, I think everyone should head there now. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>We went there for brunch with expectations of restaurant week. Turns out it was over. Oh well. Regular menu it is! </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't normally take pics of the bread they serve but it was heavenly. And buttery. And the spread was a mascapone cheese which I'm pretty sure just doesn't get utilized as much as it should. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqGzRd3w0VGi5NJnrQt-jsNS-wNcEffXGCbOiKhtAjIhISwuYkURGEHm60gOQXAVuQ67MGd3IHyWi3e52bq8Azfe_1poqI7Ix64tjDfe7pbOaQ-pS3g2fSh6eitOjSXsT6YKyPCnEAqc1/s1600-h/DSC01666.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqGzRd3w0VGi5NJnrQt-jsNS-wNcEffXGCbOiKhtAjIhISwuYkURGEHm60gOQXAVuQ67MGd3IHyWi3e52bq8Azfe_1poqI7Ix64tjDfe7pbOaQ-pS3g2fSh6eitOjSXsT6YKyPCnEAqc1/s400/DSC01666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436811240332303730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Starters:</div><div><div><i>Funghi al forno- roasted trumpet royal mushrooms, fonduta, mache, hazelnuts</i></div><div>Now most of you may know I'm not a fan of the fungi. Clearly this was cousin's order. She raved about it and that's all I know. I'll take her word.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-IHkttgVoL-iWzi-SS1c1fNGSQbV15H5h5wv3MXBT6mPTBp3Ep3l9uVWt2rwRPZWN_xRnxvhyLahLdxHKa3vEJVF0eCpmbHOngxqVIoEydi7LJxAu26pJCNPIeKHffZRkTCEiI5KoWVe/s1600-h/DSC01669.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE-IHkttgVoL-iWzi-SS1c1fNGSQbV15H5h5wv3MXBT6mPTBp3Ep3l9uVWt2rwRPZWN_xRnxvhyLahLdxHKa3vEJVF0eCpmbHOngxqVIoEydi7LJxAu26pJCNPIeKHffZRkTCEiI5KoWVe/s400/DSC01669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436811258823786978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Stracciatella- creamy pugliese mozzarella, pears, speck, arugula</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Ya know sometimes there's that one food item you can't stop thinking about. Here ya go. Yes the pears and prosciutto were write-worthy... but the pugliese mozzarella on the bottom. Unreal. Salty and creamy. I still think about that cheese. Matter of fact, I think I'm on a new search for that cheese. Let me know when you find it. </span></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-hAARczdif5KXEmd_5PIuZujDuiGHuUI5c3AZIqNCQ7ijEOjGT3b1GTV8PabbpLA4sAPsLf5oNTjrvSMQ33HTZil7okUni1qVwmTX5ci6WY_KJJ6-Jz2q6jtcxeMtC2ww250_0CACgeI/s1600-h/DSC01671.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-hAARczdif5KXEmd_5PIuZujDuiGHuUI5c3AZIqNCQ7ijEOjGT3b1GTV8PabbpLA4sAPsLf5oNTjrvSMQ33HTZil7okUni1qVwmTX5ci6WY_KJJ6-Jz2q6jtcxeMtC2ww250_0CACgeI/s400/DSC01671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436811247065702930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div>And then came a couple of "Compliments of the Chef" part. Oh Cousin... </div><div><i>Uova in purgatorio- poached eggs, san marzano tomatoes, rosemary, pecorino</i></div><div>Looks like ravioli right?? WRONG. Two poached EGGS that broke the minute you touched them. Genius in that screw with your mind type of way. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdceE1GBjrtyc7ObnDa7QUwJ5RWEEnkVNO6piLrpmJSN0Ll4Wj_tj32yTMe4O9wKDjM2aROWHCnWUrRyOWsRAU08bg9_NAfB1pllIo9iozqGXhSdUlaj8jt0JK5VgB82w1PC7Fx-my4xg/s1600-h/DSC01670.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJdceE1GBjrtyc7ObnDa7QUwJ5RWEEnkVNO6piLrpmJSN0Ll4Wj_tj32yTMe4O9wKDjM2aROWHCnWUrRyOWsRAU08bg9_NAfB1pllIo9iozqGXhSdUlaj8jt0JK5VgB82w1PC7Fx-my4xg/s400/DSC01670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436811262677425410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh Chef, no really I'm flattered... </div><div>Cauliflower with raisins and a bit of kick (so I improvise)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizE1d2B7Ln5Bz-MIEpfvMbeoZ4kO3dfC24BDKvWveiLby4DEw_XTpb9qUy5tehShy3JM19fzXhIZcAwCekXcpLzvgrbV6vLaWKrrdgDEr4O7_9dDUfBPagXGma5SzeJxieLvDT8R6cIyb1/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizE1d2B7Ln5Bz-MIEpfvMbeoZ4kO3dfC24BDKvWveiLby4DEw_XTpb9qUy5tehShy3JM19fzXhIZcAwCekXcpLzvgrbV6vLaWKrrdgDEr4O7_9dDUfBPagXGma5SzeJxieLvDT8R6cIyb1/s400/DSC01673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436818514662703346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Mezzaluna- taleggio filled pasta, butternut squash, brown butter, sage</i></div><div><div>Cousin ordered this one and hellooo. The butternut squash was a bit more of a garnish on top. The pasta was a bit like ravioli with a nice sweet cheese that wasn't overly stinky. And the brown butter sauce- aah good choice cousin. Good choice. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5OK_0gOs9eHR-gpb0RI97D7Z3xQAxlCKe-xfZTaDTgIJUr3di031Zzr8yFCG6439chyphenhyphen5CrqUF6quE7yYtBhdFaPruMnRZ3SZOhyswj6QVm7Lc2yTzTBp93wjSYUSZSvpdfTrq8OLojMv/s1600-h/DSC01674.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5OK_0gOs9eHR-gpb0RI97D7Z3xQAxlCKe-xfZTaDTgIJUr3di031Zzr8yFCG6439chyphenhyphen5CrqUF6quE7yYtBhdFaPruMnRZ3SZOhyswj6QVm7Lc2yTzTBp93wjSYUSZSvpdfTrq8OLojMv/s400/DSC01674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436813175778099506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Whole wheat tagliatelle with duck ragu with duck prosciutto. </i> And other stuff</div></div><div>Hearty. Very hearty. This pasta dish was one of those stick to the ribs situation. Oh and homemade tagliatelle, this goes on the top pasta dishes. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FTI2rgJ6EbgOGETlIRazl1-mK7M0yw2XTOdfsPqX4V0uhyL-U1ABKJj6ttK2rtU8fJqJH9RquAQAtlHG_9wu5zfnHd68jOHn8_SIdrykYbh5oCUhk5ovE_XNIdb6qtOShc8HxWkF7MWo/s1600-h/DSC01676.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9FTI2rgJ6EbgOGETlIRazl1-mK7M0yw2XTOdfsPqX4V0uhyL-U1ABKJj6ttK2rtU8fJqJH9RquAQAtlHG_9wu5zfnHd68jOHn8_SIdrykYbh5oCUhk5ovE_XNIdb6qtOShc8HxWkF7MWo/s400/DSC01676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436813186796396130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Room for dessert?? Not really. But maybe just a nibble or two. Wait is that chocolate??...</div><div><div><i>Bomboloni alla Toscana- tuscan doughnuts, bittersweet chocolate</i></div><div>What the description is missing is that these doughnuts were FILLED with creme! Like the Bavarian type. And then the chocolate dipping sauce? Oh it wasn't necessary but I told it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Lt0klHgKJmwkK_JN1InOYq6XZNBQpyzbO4HUf2zgOEHRcEefZDFynJEP-hbsd6CfTy9fwjs7vI71mpiVEono1q_SGyT-4YryUsOZsEfPlT6VFdE94l7K5fvvc1o50Mq-mYViv_9Cke5a/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Lt0klHgKJmwkK_JN1InOYq6XZNBQpyzbO4HUf2zgOEHRcEefZDFynJEP-hbsd6CfTy9fwjs7vI71mpiVEono1q_SGyT-4YryUsOZsEfPlT6VFdE94l7K5fvvc1o50Mq-mYViv_9Cke5a/s400/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436818530061352066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><i>Crostata- chocolate-caramel tart, fior di latte sorbetto, sea salt</i></div><div>Oh chocolate caramel tart. Caramely, chocolatey. All things good. Possibly a bit too salty though. And the sweet cream sorbetto (the white stuff on top) was uh, a bit flavorless. And it's not creamy like you would think. I know, I know. I had to find one fault in this fab meal. Really Cousin and I were just raving about the doughnuts.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKimMfatFAWJccT9y5uicimfCGNgs84ZSdq3wjDwIrGshyV-Njz8VQhu33jwBN0wiAEEYA2o_e4J2L8kPLkRX6FcE1J-JTNkXFVswP_nJw2j-0zqeVMhjsxa0RpFUXiOPlwg2cJXOaiy2r/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKimMfatFAWJccT9y5uicimfCGNgs84ZSdq3wjDwIrGshyV-Njz8VQhu33jwBN0wiAEEYA2o_e4J2L8kPLkRX6FcE1J-JTNkXFVswP_nJw2j-0zqeVMhjsxa0RpFUXiOPlwg2cJXOaiy2r/s400/DSC01677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436829842774736914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">WAIT! There's MORE?! What's this?! Oh Chef, you tease, you flirt! I'm married! But uh, just one bite and Mr. Broad won't mind. Jealous? Oh we won't have to tell him. </span></div><div>Mint Gelati and Lemon Granite</div><div><br /></div><div>Yes mint gelati. Different for sure. And the lemon granita- probably the best light option with all the heavy food. Just a taste of course. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhio2f5HEdhPyy5rsfVrjexcLNFOBaejby0jwSTVbjR2jPz2c6p6-R1bPW5Zikm0fHHqvdTrZMxbGpwJ06yqlp0myD9FRuvGUjRJMXh9rwZMCopbBSaUaJNhouveOU_CoBN_mRqEqK8RMT/s1600-h/DSC01680.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhio2f5HEdhPyy5rsfVrjexcLNFOBaejby0jwSTVbjR2jPz2c6p6-R1bPW5Zikm0fHHqvdTrZMxbGpwJ06yqlp0myD9FRuvGUjRJMXh9rwZMCopbBSaUaJNhouveOU_CoBN_mRqEqK8RMT/s400/DSC01680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436818519261807202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And a birthday gift. Just for me. </div><div><i>Who knew I still got it :) </i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PD4HBpOiLdTWfTac7-rgWmt_VIZKD3pkdiyzcoI60c46mneKKp2qWY4dsBBln56wmTh7U8ILhxIg25hN7KuHJ5unXcbfQEtR7KcPyo0XbkcDoyfTtEa4_7L4_Jn3NY_tjWjjcLbtMqAR/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_PD4HBpOiLdTWfTac7-rgWmt_VIZKD3pkdiyzcoI60c46mneKKp2qWY4dsBBln56wmTh7U8ILhxIg25hN7KuHJ5unXcbfQEtR7KcPyo0XbkcDoyfTtEa4_7L4_Jn3NY_tjWjjcLbtMqAR/s400/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436821502408569714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div><div>Cocoa Powdered Chocolate Covered Almonds. </div><div>Aah the perfect make up gift for Mr. Broad on missing out on a phenomenal meal. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjtJTgrvpPG9w273csTmVNB3S9u1r-K6jFWk9cTYnsxo9mKpC6KgVNkMwZH9pyITEE_3CVcCuvapSE-xEEddLHYSBW-Fi6C5hg7iXxHXoYg-pU6wL0UNIEOjnxI06kWAhkyzjrIK0P0-V/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjtJTgrvpPG9w273csTmVNB3S9u1r-K6jFWk9cTYnsxo9mKpC6KgVNkMwZH9pyITEE_3CVcCuvapSE-xEEddLHYSBW-Fi6C5hg7iXxHXoYg-pU6wL0UNIEOjnxI06kWAhkyzjrIK0P0-V/s400/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436818537165090626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Review:</b></div><div>A Voce (pronounced Ah Voh-Chay) is now a top favorite. I know it's gotten rave reviews before but I don't think I realized how you pronounce the restaurant so I didn't exactly put two and two together. Oops. I kinda want to give a public apology right here and say I'm sorry it's taken a year and a half for me to get to you. And Mr. Broad wasn't even there! I read a review and it proclaimed that this restaurant was a bit "corporate" feel. I mean I guess, in that it's probably better to go here on a corporate card... There's a second location to this restaurant in Flat Iron area so maybe we'll try that one next. But only with Cousin. </div><div><b>Rating: 10</b></div><div>Yes, I'm sticking to this one. </div><div><br /></div><div>PS- Thanks Cousin :)</div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-72774049474351200762010-02-07T17:13:00.009-05:002010-02-08T23:10:23.935-05:00The Birthday Dinner. Living up to the Hype<div style="text-align: left;">Aah the anticipated birthday dinner.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.unionsquarecafe.com/index.html">Union Square Cafe</a></b></div><div><b>21 East 16th Street</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Friends and family have talked about this restaurant for years. My brother calls this his best meal he's ever had. My cousin who works for Mr. Danny Meyer (soo cool!) used to manage here. Needless to say, it's gotten a lot of PR amongst my family. </div><div><br /></div><div>Lucky for us, we got a reservation. </div><div>This is Danny Meyer's flagship restaurant which I think means it's his first one he opened. They use local ingredients from the farms at the Greenmarket and change their menu out daily. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I went with the "lighter" fruitier appetizer- </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i>Sliced Cara Cara Oranges, Fennel Vinaigrette, Toasted </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><i>Pine Nuts, Mint and Ricotta Salata</i></span></span></span></div><div>These oranges were a cross between oranges and grapefruits. The ricotta was shaved on top and my only qualms was I wish it was a bigger (or even a scoop?) of ricotta. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKHvjzh3PyG9I97auxS7wf_jzd3OBmXP-ULoGDeKrMOhmtWYaj9Zw_GS6ZMN5eOuOgT7zCNaoO9dpUoq9QlMuEGDmLHL3BueVut0F4itSeA-xRiwvRoH3AJpgUPEgORX5P039XxioMl0_/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKHvjzh3PyG9I97auxS7wf_jzd3OBmXP-ULoGDeKrMOhmtWYaj9Zw_GS6ZMN5eOuOgT7zCNaoO9dpUoq9QlMuEGDmLHL3BueVut0F4itSeA-xRiwvRoH3AJpgUPEgORX5P039XxioMl0_/s400/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435713361564462978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mr. Broad went the hearty route.</span></span></div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Crispy Chicken Livers with Greenmarket Beets and Gorgonzola Dolce</span></i></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fried chicken livers. Wow. What a delicacy. Not exactly the chicken liver grandma makes. And definitely not the meal to eat before a cholesterol test. The gorgonzola made the chicken livers taste like wings. Fabulous. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6G1DXSkYzNPxoTdjezvVE7Sal2FvPag5ZRWjOLSdLTgkoHu668nKrHks7LTz_gkeJweCukuDnOzl_DwvQoiC46T7lmnT904iefgRpGJi34CAVqHq8KdBhkIWHlcET2HH67wCfT0Hvj6Aq/s1600-h/DSC01658.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6G1DXSkYzNPxoTdjezvVE7Sal2FvPag5ZRWjOLSdLTgkoHu668nKrHks7LTz_gkeJweCukuDnOzl_DwvQoiC46T7lmnT904iefgRpGJi34CAVqHq8KdBhkIWHlcET2HH67wCfT0Hvj6Aq/s400/DSC01658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435713368305275346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Grilled Lamb Chops Scotta Dita, Potato-Gruyère Gratin and Wilted Insalata Tricolore</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our waiter recommended this entree and I was easily convinced. Comparable to lamb "lollipops "that some people serve at weddings (eh hmm) just so much bigger. And let's not neglect the potato-gruyere gratin. I don't know the adjectives to describe it just have to give it a shout out.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQHcSp0aL37UjEJZ9u_0SjYmXs9XDjNh76dLwT3dzqjH5CDYaEud_SCWHWltf5YucKlzavPTXwzvi4Wnnp1FswazBQZ3PB2zhyphenhyphenyDnNV3NUGCH8JgODX4H9i3kbmx3qnJ7qpwS7EUuK2aQ/s1600-h/DSC01659.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQHcSp0aL37UjEJZ9u_0SjYmXs9XDjNh76dLwT3dzqjH5CDYaEud_SCWHWltf5YucKlzavPTXwzvi4Wnnp1FswazBQZ3PB2zhyphenhyphenyDnNV3NUGCH8JgODX4H9i3kbmx3qnJ7qpwS7EUuK2aQ/s400/DSC01659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435713381361558962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Grilled Smoked Shell Steak, White Beans, Escarole and Salsa Verde</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mr. Broad has now declared that all steak should be smoked. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xeq-abEkIDIkhC50kA20aFAqllumZpJQNnQh0wq5IwADb6nZLXLY89wsjppS_gVEKMsazsBFxNIG1-6cFPjh2UFDcR_yZ9M-3MNydDGyxw1qu-i7_WaMR8Eoj1BTeijtabpCGw7meCFN/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xeq-abEkIDIkhC50kA20aFAqllumZpJQNnQh0wq5IwADb6nZLXLY89wsjppS_gVEKMsazsBFxNIG1-6cFPjh2UFDcR_yZ9M-3MNydDGyxw1qu-i7_WaMR8Eoj1BTeijtabpCGw7meCFN/s400/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435713375704220674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anson Mills Mascarpone Polenta with Gorgonzola and Toasted Walnuts</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Okay so we weren't going to order any sides but let's just say I had a bit of menu envy seeing other people order it so with our waiter's help we ordered a half side of this and spinach. No pic of the spinach, it was great but this deserves much more of the photography love. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Creamy, cheesy, creamy, and possible grit like but creamy, and with some walnuts in there. This really was the icing on the cake for me. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGARFCR5_Cy2UV8YirtQTM4SZ0DGBZjg_HUSYK6_fbGjCQffV22k9zBj81BuLn_bhXXYvzb8Rvt0VXHIjEGv3d4nED0ML-ug8LjPUbKiKpJj6KUTO0OmO9rpMX1q604DPKCGK2dCS5ce13/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGARFCR5_Cy2UV8YirtQTM4SZ0DGBZjg_HUSYK6_fbGjCQffV22k9zBj81BuLn_bhXXYvzb8Rvt0VXHIjEGv3d4nED0ML-ug8LjPUbKiKpJj6KUTO0OmO9rpMX1q604DPKCGK2dCS5ce13/s400/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435717412371653442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">While Mr. Broad and I don't normally order dessert when we go out (hello, waistline) but it was my birthday. And we WERE at Union Square Cafe. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.9px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Warm Dark Chocolate Chip Bread Pudding, Framboise-Plumped Dried Cherries and Whipped Cream</span></i></span></p></span><p></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't normally go for bread pudding but the normal chocolate dessert I'd go to didn't look as good... </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Complete with candle on top. And pump cherries. Plenty good but really I think I was too stuffed to really finish it. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2oNz_VSf-X4xGBUCj1I7ptzgYDw0b3hMmfbWtzWBQzkHHI4lMqrZqYe7uP97eRElVJ7bGgGvp4bVuA56mZ5UMFQnzNbLNkxSaPEjsNhIGC2Eq4zO35ct4nn_fAvjQk14vKQDXbR3DkXj/s1600-h/DSC01662.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2oNz_VSf-X4xGBUCj1I7ptzgYDw0b3hMmfbWtzWBQzkHHI4lMqrZqYe7uP97eRElVJ7bGgGvp4bVuA56mZ5UMFQnzNbLNkxSaPEjsNhIGC2Eq4zO35ct4nn_fAvjQk14vKQDXbR3DkXj/s400/DSC01662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435717420912910546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Review</span></b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oh Union Square Cafe. You didn't disappoint. Thank you for living up to all the hype and stories I have heard about. Thank you for (even though it's in season) not having turnips and root vegetables. We loved you. And thank you for letting us wear jeans opposed to your </span><a href="http://abroadonbroadway.blogspot.com/search/label/Gramercy%20Tavern"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">counterpart</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> (which is fab but I'm just saying). Lastly, thank you for packing up every morsel of our meal into doggie bags so we could have our second best meal the following day.</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rating: 9 </span></b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Probably would be a 10 but we sat next to these really loud Jersey stock brokers. "Which bottle of wine should we go with? This is $100 cheaper than the Bordeaux but let's go with the other one" Eww. </span></b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-20439064700554104802010-02-04T21:38:00.008-05:002010-02-04T22:37:43.327-05:00The "Other" Macaroons<div style="text-align: left;">Ask any Jewish kid about Passover and the food items you MUST eat-- hands down right after Matzah is Macaroons. I don't know what it is about the overly sweet Manischewitz can of cookies but they're a must have for your 8 day Passover hibernation. <a href="http://judaism.about.com/library/3_askrabbi_o/bl_simmons_passover8days.htm">(7 days if you are in Israel</a>) Or maybe less if you run out of Matzah.</div><div><i>Can I eat beans? What about rice? Ugh the RULES!?</i></div><div><i>Fun Fact: Wikipedia has 7 different ways to spell <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matzo">Matzah</a>. Who knew?<br /></i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>But enter the latest trendy sweet craze. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/j-chanceux-macaron-manhattan">J. Chanceux Macaroons</a></b></div><div><b>202A Mott Street</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Macaroons. </div><div><br /></div><div>And these aren't the kosher for passover variety. (<i>Or are they?? Anyone??)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>These French macaroons come in a rainbow of colors and flavors that is harder to pick out than a ice cream flavor. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad and I were doing a walk around Chinatown into Soho to East Village and being tourists along the way. And then I came across this window. </div><div>Entranced.</div><div>Fig. Peanut Butter. Rose water. Vanilla. Mocha. Lavendar. Chocolate. Peach.</div><div>Whoa. </div><div><br /></div><div>Excuse the glare behind the glass display. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQgySTbq4a1gxPfk3KETsWHsPJf8BaIf0FmiM8I3vaRV0QGDy6ZzktCMYbx1xwox72w6jSh_3dNcCi03DJSrKvhevwKJfGMZ6PPyehLVIbhl7OlhH94XqJwaux1qm_5vCXqyORRST4s__n/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQgySTbq4a1gxPfk3KETsWHsPJf8BaIf0FmiM8I3vaRV0QGDy6ZzktCMYbx1xwox72w6jSh_3dNcCi03DJSrKvhevwKJfGMZ6PPyehLVIbhl7OlhH94XqJwaux1qm_5vCXqyORRST4s__n/s400/DSC01608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434589392928700242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDOh5M9i_uV37uqC-sgJmFn1FbEPBWKep8pTJOMqwnaTodgPBEZiqhVH4Md1iXWFDZaZCbPoy0vBYjwC2aNBv3tya3dt6WCyGfglzw-GW0_DmL-vLWwOEOPVQqy2W5U4z7Wf_dRRLtc7O/s1600-h/DSC01610.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDOh5M9i_uV37uqC-sgJmFn1FbEPBWKep8pTJOMqwnaTodgPBEZiqhVH4Md1iXWFDZaZCbPoy0vBYjwC2aNBv3tya3dt6WCyGfglzw-GW0_DmL-vLWwOEOPVQqy2W5U4z7Wf_dRRLtc7O/s400/DSC01610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434589402250984162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And so many more... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP06zgHrPf9rjc9Crpzm4BGWu_n8d85jd2-UZINs2dXfOud57PuAmndDWFXrUmXzzbpnh7UfOjnqS5sz781jKtXJ9cQe67qt9g_AF1CET_or-PKwDI_rDPZbIJ4Y5QRsDiUPKYPNAdVeya/s1600-h/DSC01612.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP06zgHrPf9rjc9Crpzm4BGWu_n8d85jd2-UZINs2dXfOud57PuAmndDWFXrUmXzzbpnh7UfOjnqS5sz781jKtXJ9cQe67qt9g_AF1CET_or-PKwDI_rDPZbIJ4Y5QRsDiUPKYPNAdVeya/s400/DSC01612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434589405574405138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Apparently this shop shares the space with an <a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/forkintheroad/archives/2009/11/mott_street_get.php">ice cream parlor</a>. Like the ice cream shop closed their section in the back during the winter<i> (Helloooo, people still eat ice cream in the winter!!) </i>and this macaroon place subletted in. <i> </i>I love when people play nice in the sandbox. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad and I got a small box of 6 for $6. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhBpJ3aWYC1HfmrfUAyCF_Eel_s4dIF6IR_bV7PCCXRwNnp2XwlSBYodAGx65TJ6Mr0w6ZpOSGqXeFcz-GvmGsDEO482_5Mny10Gif2O_M3qtmz7PJ35l8ZxL_OFY1aZRml3HBhgsVAeB/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVhBpJ3aWYC1HfmrfUAyCF_Eel_s4dIF6IR_bV7PCCXRwNnp2XwlSBYodAGx65TJ6Mr0w6ZpOSGqXeFcz-GvmGsDEO482_5Mny10Gif2O_M3qtmz7PJ35l8ZxL_OFY1aZRml3HBhgsVAeB/s400/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434589383276468914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So the French Macaroons. They're pretty small, airy yet not overly sweet. They're good for sure but I have to say the craze definitely revolves around the colors. Ya know that bright blue ice cream with pink sprinkles that you wanted as a 8 year old (or for Mr. Broad, yesterday). This is like that for grown ups. </div><div><br /></div><div>But don't worry Manischewitz. I still have a place in my heart for your macaroons in April.</div><div><br /></div><div>PS- But speaking of macaroons... did I mention that Mr. Broad and I are going to FRANCE next month?! Yes the Broads are continuing their travels and hitting up EUROPE... Aah lots to come. </div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-30841670096704306412010-02-01T22:28:00.006-05:002010-02-01T23:15:13.699-05:00"Beer is proof that G-d loves us and wants us to be Happy"Aah Ben Franklin, you got it so right. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPFB41fCCYfbeTmGROrTWOsyOSiXcKcMzJrHfxiytE2ZjQ2xNcjtCs_S5DwMG0hFHt4zBX5cZcjaMKWXv55dyROBL83WibGob8DteFuQl_dEjaV7coiwbbnGJLMiw3lsgpxxp9-p9bCZh/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPFB41fCCYfbeTmGROrTWOsyOSiXcKcMzJrHfxiytE2ZjQ2xNcjtCs_S5DwMG0hFHt4zBX5cZcjaMKWXv55dyROBL83WibGob8DteFuQl_dEjaV7coiwbbnGJLMiw3lsgpxxp9-p9bCZh/s400/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433489637589768194" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm watching Anthony Bourdain inhale pork and beer right now while he's in Prague and it's only fitting that I write about this restaurant with the similar menu. Just from Belgium. And It's Daniel Boulud's restaurant.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.danielnyc.com/dbgb.html">DBGB</a></b></div><div><b>299 Bowery (btwn 1st adn Houston)</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Aaah greatness. I've actually been here before for a work lunch. Mr. Broad hates when I say that. He gets Panera and I get well, homemade sausages. Tough life<i>.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>This place <a href="http://abroadonbroadway.blogspot.com/search/label/Mercer%20Kitchen">usually has a wait</a> but lucky for us, Mr. Broad made a reservation. DBGB is known for it's beer list. It's extensive matching a Harry Potter book length (the first one, NOT the fourth one.)</div><div>And if you're not careful you may order a $50 GLASS OF BEER?! Thanks to Mr. Broad for aptly stopping the waiter before he fulfilled my order. <i> (It was sweet and tasted like berries!! With aromatic senses! Who saw the price?!)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>We started with the "salad" because we wanted to be like healthy.</div><div><i>Iceberg and Blue- tomato, walnuts, bacon bits & herbs</i></div><div><br /></div><div>What's up best salad I've ever had.</div><div>I know, let's not all get into the merits of iceberg lettuce <i>(Does it have any nutritional value??)</i></div><div>Something about the herbs really made this take on a wedge salad completely shine. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPZxSqx2oWJKKBpE3sSzP9fEKpR_enKEpMddto98cFXtFlnNufCagovvekZ5kznswe87rSjoGXm1_HuCGfeVWiGOm57IveCmTaQjHCxb0yuINqs2l9jmgKsC3T6KYNwx8ge_zicsNt-A-/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPZxSqx2oWJKKBpE3sSzP9fEKpR_enKEpMddto98cFXtFlnNufCagovvekZ5kznswe87rSjoGXm1_HuCGfeVWiGOm57IveCmTaQjHCxb0yuINqs2l9jmgKsC3T6KYNwx8ge_zicsNt-A-/s400/DSC01635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487080117557106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We also shared a sausage. Because you really, really HAVE to. Mind you, they ain't cheap. Apparently $12-15 and some are just ONE link. We went with one of Mr. Broad's favorite type's of sausages. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Boudin Basque - spicy blood and pigs head sausage with scallion mashed potatoes</i></div><div>Yeah it's called blood sausages because well. It's kind of the main ingredient. After the meat and all. </div><div>Aaah blood sausage how I love thee. In a thick large slice that was somewhat intimidating we had at it.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qQ1ug_0uqb8Z45UTYxxVAr6ZTPpAypVCRx9I76Ib0b1DBdvAkyiXHTxlfJ4SwZIA3RdCkgTGXKdkIlJtb02MXGuS9yROHrZyVqoYluv2M-sn8Y1ktDooF1HL0k_pS04VnoshcfOfFpfu/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6qQ1ug_0uqb8Z45UTYxxVAr6ZTPpAypVCRx9I76Ib0b1DBdvAkyiXHTxlfJ4SwZIA3RdCkgTGXKdkIlJtb02MXGuS9yROHrZyVqoYluv2M-sn8Y1ktDooF1HL0k_pS04VnoshcfOfFpfu/s400/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487089273084034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>BURGERS...</div><div>Here's where the whole "You are what you eat" phrase kept creeping through my head. Similar to the sausages, Mr. Boulud has a thing for burgers here. Not cheap burgers, but damn good burgers. And they include fries! So that totally makes up for it, right??</div><div>I copied straight from the menu because I didn't want to mess these up... </div><div><br /></div><div><div>THE PIGGIE</div><div>6 oz beef patty topped with daisy mays bbq pulled pork jalapeno mayonnaise & boston lettuce on a cheddar-cornbread bun with mustard-vinegar slaw, fries</div><div><i>phew</i></div></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1GtwCf9jqvuCyii-7-4B8csrxX9TQYC1a6S2qc2yz4sZBi4fJdWxZ2GHC0iVWsSlJGHKoeZYKC88a74Qj7wcgXaRN2WkDiEoMI-gTOwjS0OQw6TvQBokIDxkGPh6lQUK8zO4M-Y1u88VS/s1600-h/DSC01639.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1GtwCf9jqvuCyii-7-4B8csrxX9TQYC1a6S2qc2yz4sZBi4fJdWxZ2GHC0iVWsSlJGHKoeZYKC88a74Qj7wcgXaRN2WkDiEoMI-gTOwjS0OQw6TvQBokIDxkGPh6lQUK8zO4M-Y1u88VS/s400/DSC01639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433489650120565714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>THE FRENCHIE </div><div>6 oz beef patty with confit pork belly arugula, tomato-onion compote & morbier cheese on a peppered brioche bun with cornichon, mustard & fries</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5bsiHNQuEqMtfaV0PqalWvIvqODlP3dQt8UGvTABLRiQGwu06vxjVf1toTQQ6gOqcQipgH7kihinJeHOMDtwbCN5Zsw1inh5nMa_YIeiYzMu_quD647iKsaAIsn596sJzUqlYEcu9NEa/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5bsiHNQuEqMtfaV0PqalWvIvqODlP3dQt8UGvTABLRiQGwu06vxjVf1toTQQ6gOqcQipgH7kihinJeHOMDtwbCN5Zsw1inh5nMa_YIeiYzMu_quD647iKsaAIsn596sJzUqlYEcu9NEa/s400/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487099815856306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div><div>And a much better angle</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHX-iJ7HvRJtXg4UVEHAyS34aC4mcShblL0-BesQ3hyphenhyphenNX434YQJrypcyEKURIP3eBRdlmvne39IFda_akTwAK7zOUowFA_HtATl5ESKQMwcttEQSnFB0DcKWuPd_v1Bw2B5tqLh0Rn7hr6/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHX-iJ7HvRJtXg4UVEHAyS34aC4mcShblL0-BesQ3hyphenhyphenNX434YQJrypcyEKURIP3eBRdlmvne39IFda_akTwAK7zOUowFA_HtATl5ESKQMwcttEQSnFB0DcKWuPd_v1Bw2B5tqLh0Rn7hr6/s400/DSC01642.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433487094279686754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This burger sits proud.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq4edh-4HkXroT20Fs2DhD5uQfc3Y7vspHY_KA1PEs423oMT6Z30oYF0rgf-JHocaTk-aC4Cmt25O2uCjW134161f5-A3H3gUiwdMYpVVSu2SgPh_73N26MyiANriMzwWpZg2ick5yUdi/s1600-h/DSC01643.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYq4edh-4HkXroT20Fs2DhD5uQfc3Y7vspHY_KA1PEs423oMT6Z30oYF0rgf-JHocaTk-aC4Cmt25O2uCjW134161f5-A3H3gUiwdMYpVVSu2SgPh_73N26MyiANriMzwWpZg2ick5yUdi/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433489652938674066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And the bucket of fries. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD999NFH3OacWlVtKx1nLytskBcM8RMJIZM1bBQbtMCnBP_PovdpJLgcGVoJeotM4pVPKm62f4sVxULMEYt5cgxJgfdOQCE9pokuNksCO48IWDAVOl48ES8WqKlt58l40lrOiShzdF4519/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD999NFH3OacWlVtKx1nLytskBcM8RMJIZM1bBQbtMCnBP_PovdpJLgcGVoJeotM4pVPKm62f4sVxULMEYt5cgxJgfdOQCE9pokuNksCO48IWDAVOl48ES8WqKlt58l40lrOiShzdF4519/s400/DSC01644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433489626885933426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad and I split them down the middle and we both tossed up on our favorites. The BBQ really overshined the burger of the Piggie (not that it was a bad thing!!) and the Frenchie... well ooh lala! The fries were just good ol' Belgium twice fried. <i>(Btw, am I the only one that thinks McDonalds should change up their fries like Dominoes changed up their pizza recipe?? Or Burger King? I mean if you're going to have it your way you may as well have 'em Belgium style</i>).</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Review:</b></div><div>A mighty good restaurant, however not cheap. Great beer, great style and probably better to go in bigger groups... to try more sausages of course. Oh and the dessert. I mean we would have tried the dessert but we were full on ... iceberg lettuce. </div><div><b>Rating: 8</b></div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-83057070260717114682010-01-17T22:30:00.008-05:002010-01-17T23:13:23.594-05:00Mexican Wrestling and Tacos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVyKwbcMC9pOOudA3yl-bUHN_xARFmbSYIZDYaOX3e5M9DiSNrUrafZ_AZ4PQBiBlqEJC8tXQuOvgf81N1fhuEymBiqfyVfDaO8r6RfLZft0zSshQ4HUOj_L8M8ViW8X0ftxLj-q9NIXc/s1600-h/DSC01656.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVyKwbcMC9pOOudA3yl-bUHN_xARFmbSYIZDYaOX3e5M9DiSNrUrafZ_AZ4PQBiBlqEJC8tXQuOvgf81N1fhuEymBiqfyVfDaO8r6RfLZft0zSshQ4HUOj_L8M8ViW8X0ftxLj-q9NIXc/s320/DSC01656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427923381388632322" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Mr. Broad saw this written up on one of his go-to <a href="http://www.urbandaddy.com/nyc/food/7981/La_Lucha_Mexican_Wrestling_in_the_East_Village_New_York_City_NYC_Restaurant">websites</a> and well, off we went ... Cause every now and then you find an unassuming small restaurant in NYC that totally shocks you and makes you want to come back. But really, tacos for lunch... this isn't such a stretch.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.laluchanyc.com/">La Lucha</a></b></div><div><b>147 Avenue A</b></div><div><br /></div><div>It's a taqueria (or a taco place) that does NOT serve burritos as the menu lets you know loud and clear. But who needs burritos when you have tacos like these. </div><div><br /></div><div>But up first-- the sweet bread they give you to start. It was a bit dry but I'm a sucker for the "extras" that restaurants give you when you don't expect it.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2S05xhZB0xqwRNYZVLSMHiucqnI4ouPLScp6BPu9LPcn7Ac38Gi2UA7sYMYdsnkjzURAjbOjOwHZLt49E59rkT1_43o5PtjnurGVozvfHvhhvCeWnaxswLRVQS7CNoy6e7B_AZJ0ic47/s1600-h/DSC01647.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2S05xhZB0xqwRNYZVLSMHiucqnI4ouPLScp6BPu9LPcn7Ac38Gi2UA7sYMYdsnkjzURAjbOjOwHZLt49E59rkT1_43o5PtjnurGVozvfHvhhvCeWnaxswLRVQS7CNoy6e7B_AZJ0ic47/s400/DSC01647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918720045590946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Aah corn on a stick. This is huge "street meat" amongst the Mexican community. Tossed with chipotle mayo (or something like that), cheese and lots of other goodness it's hard to put this one down. Except to wipe your face.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuz3K9h-4fCQQuGi7Owxx_leBKMfsUkxwrYXCMsbzoTtm5BrZFazLjnr7JrBdLG_4FxIOguIljGczlnzvwhi4KCDnMwXGAowr39cel0ax8cHwssAg17f5Lky6ifX1TcwRQbdPC5LXGIXV/s1600-h/DSC01649.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuz3K9h-4fCQQuGi7Owxx_leBKMfsUkxwrYXCMsbzoTtm5BrZFazLjnr7JrBdLG_4FxIOguIljGczlnzvwhi4KCDnMwXGAowr39cel0ax8cHwssAg17f5Lky6ifX1TcwRQbdPC5LXGIXV/s400/DSC01649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918725012746354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm totally going to butcher what we ate but let's just admire the pictures. And if you want to try to figure it out for me, check out the <a href="http://www.urbandaddy.com/uploads/assets/file/pdfs//c00c3988ef7191d56fd757e1638957d5.pdf">menu</a>.</div><div>PS- You can order without the onions if you want... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBtodKgseCWz-I85FwFR8EccnzeN6vT1Y_i2ncD5iTyAKUueNMFdqWlz8-godchMVpoRoTORx6Yd_Mx4OMBw1QJM83_Myni_fZ0WVfG22mBE7xKzEhqbFF3Y8_ZybCF1MALDkYC94qq9y/s1600-h/DSC01651.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPBtodKgseCWz-I85FwFR8EccnzeN6vT1Y_i2ncD5iTyAKUueNMFdqWlz8-godchMVpoRoTORx6Yd_Mx4OMBw1QJM83_Myni_fZ0WVfG22mBE7xKzEhqbFF3Y8_ZybCF1MALDkYC94qq9y/s400/DSC01651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918728230946306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>More of some tacos.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0DWFGSn13wWXkntLn5C364HYgDVNHvcuZ23WPtDufW3LN-oTMIs7B6ieSY9S1H36n_SVAfRBi-SwSz_vD7QobFznBRxDqnG6Cp7iMdufnG_2UaIg7ImZDIg9VKtmXDbv1okPRWTCf28L/s1600-h/DSC01652.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0DWFGSn13wWXkntLn5C364HYgDVNHvcuZ23WPtDufW3LN-oTMIs7B6ieSY9S1H36n_SVAfRBi-SwSz_vD7QobFznBRxDqnG6Cp7iMdufnG_2UaIg7ImZDIg9VKtmXDbv1okPRWTCf28L/s400/DSC01652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427918736694795970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Review: La Lucha-- a small restaurant with character. There's a movie playing on the wall that shows Mexican wrestling. What more can you want? Oh and good, quality food. Cause everyone now and then Mr. Broad needs a break from the Asian food. And burgers. But that's tomorrow's write up... </div><div>Rating: 8</div><div><br /></div><div>And I had to take a picture of how the bill is presented. Just cool right?? See that wrestling theme?</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8XGBkFw6x7MMGmKcNBODYiSpuAbQsOCAtk93yUktWkvwLwz5aPr6xikYaOauw_9DlD2gNhwwKo6xCp4y03GtVFOr_xmrWckjI3yd0hEP79rPSHB0ANnrU960X035mxF8CVvANRxpuc9X/s1600-h/DSC01653.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8XGBkFw6x7MMGmKcNBODYiSpuAbQsOCAtk93yUktWkvwLwz5aPr6xikYaOauw_9DlD2gNhwwKo6xCp4y03GtVFOr_xmrWckjI3yd0hEP79rPSHB0ANnrU960X035mxF8CVvANRxpuc9X/s400/DSC01653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427922195038921746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-57832274148376243242010-01-10T21:35:00.006-05:002010-01-10T22:20:29.931-05:00It's Not What You Think.<div style="text-align: left;">Pork is all the rage in New York. I don't think it ever really went out of style personally, but with new preparations items like the belly to the ribs are all over the menus. And not just on the entree list...</div><div><br /></div><div>Bring on the desserts. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad was running some errands on a random Saturday and came back with a surprise for us to try. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.roni-sue.com/">Roni's Sue's Chocolates</a></b></div><div><b>PIG CANDY! </b>or chocolate covered bacon</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFyE8d5VixdPsejS1ahFooslZSSnRAbrg2vVP7oyGhVHXiERFbYFUNTlWRyCxW-aIzkilnRDrXbB-6Bdqd-ePMxsZyahf_LWDYdmS24dRswBxwJcXUzx8z8D9HzWhcPdc1rEldFgYsRQeh/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFyE8d5VixdPsejS1ahFooslZSSnRAbrg2vVP7oyGhVHXiERFbYFUNTlWRyCxW-aIzkilnRDrXbB-6Bdqd-ePMxsZyahf_LWDYdmS24dRswBxwJcXUzx8z8D9HzWhcPdc1rEldFgYsRQeh/s400/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425308331745827522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>It's rich, crispy, and has the sweet/salty taste to it. Just all around pretty awesome. I think when the Old Testament was written and the part about <a href="http://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/160991/jewish/Is-Pig-More-Unkosher-than-other-Animals.htm">pigs being unclean and declared unkosher</a>... well I think they would have changed their minds if they knew the possibilities of what you could do with the little oinker. I'm just saying. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway. The picture isn't the prettiest but if you check out <a href="http://www.roni-sue.com/gallery/">the gallery </a>on her website there are plenty of other drool worthy chocolates. Including Bacon Buttercrunch?? </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm telling you, Moses just couldn't see this coming. Sorry Dad :) </div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-11644063283476146852010-01-07T21:16:00.012-05:002010-01-08T12:55:53.808-05:00Don't Call it a Comeback<div style="text-align: left;">Yaaaaawn.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm awake. I'm here. Just been busy, lazy and well, uninspired. Okay, just lazy. But clearly there are three meals in a day so I've been eating and taking pictures. Just not all good ones but I'm here. So I'm going to knock out some posts. Because even if it wasn't a good meal, I guess you should know where NOT to go. Right??</div><div>You're welcome. </div><div><br /></div><div><b><a href="http://www.spitzerscorner.com/">Spitzer's</a> </b></div><div><b>101 Rivington Street</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Oh trendy cool Lower East Side. Mr. Broad and I wanted to try this at one point so we went in for a late dinner with my brother and Dr. K. </div><div>Correction. It was <i>NOT</i> supposed to be a late dinner when we went but due to their lack of reservations.... !@#$%. Grrrrr. </div><div>But slightly overcrowded bar with lots of beer choices, okay we can wait. And then our 15 more minutes turned into 30 and then 45. And well, we were too committed to getting a table to throw in the towel. </div><div>Oh it was on. </div><div><br /></div><div>You know how service and frustration can already impact a possibly good meal. That's where we are. We were hungry and not in a good mood. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Hand cut french fries</i></div><div>These were demolished before we could taste if they were good or not. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pTpUiavIn82QTuWXo3z1jZONbqyMwFDmfNkEH_WwHY9tdqAlPWpN_00mrY9ADkaykBTmyfuinvN-U3fqhPuExom2gb-tDkvgqWPFdaKEnbayxfCFQUKGplrD_5XyRza_3CQO00hk8icQ/s1600-h/DSC01453.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pTpUiavIn82QTuWXo3z1jZONbqyMwFDmfNkEH_WwHY9tdqAlPWpN_00mrY9ADkaykBTmyfuinvN-U3fqhPuExom2gb-tDkvgqWPFdaKEnbayxfCFQUKGplrD_5XyRza_3CQO00hk8icQ/s400/DSC01453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424198531776848482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Calamari Fritters</i></div><div>I think they were good? Oh who can remember. Just look at the picture. </div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlY5jyHnK1F1SQo5rvxplRm9vAjsWv7YFFSm375mccz0jgzm4zePPExKS6Rzzy6e8NEfX-54hfWRzCLO_O9hZrO-FKONoJ0CfqNaSwJZ1SYijnClWcQacNlwQV7qsVygcxDNFPNsPxn388/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlY5jyHnK1F1SQo5rvxplRm9vAjsWv7YFFSm375mccz0jgzm4zePPExKS6Rzzy6e8NEfX-54hfWRzCLO_O9hZrO-FKONoJ0CfqNaSwJZ1SYijnClWcQacNlwQV7qsVygcxDNFPNsPxn388/s400/DSC01455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424198534669104658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><i>Asparagus Spears</i><b>- </b>Sesame-panko crusted asparagus spears with citrus soy dipping sauce.</div><div>Eh. Sounds better than it was.</div><div>Kinda bland. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lEnu7rUO2Zs1uKAYY7MkWAs350EHZmh85IT0gG9tKAZX6AXjqnw-L5SE9OeQ93NTXQ75lXnXhkQDCDKJtI7RzK3uMNE-cSOP-O8dhtDO6wWli1I7XrlTkygW0ZWft8VSoIsQRc4VWxMF/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lEnu7rUO2Zs1uKAYY7MkWAs350EHZmh85IT0gG9tKAZX6AXjqnw-L5SE9OeQ93NTXQ75lXnXhkQDCDKJtI7RzK3uMNE-cSOP-O8dhtDO6wWli1I7XrlTkygW0ZWft8VSoIsQRc4VWxMF/s400/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424198545922923842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>Gus's Famous Pickles. </i></div><div>Let it be known that I don't like pickles. It's the vinegar thing and I'm not really a vinegar person. Same goes for olives. Or Salt and Vinegar chips (Eww). But check this out. There are ALL different kinds of pickles out there! Who knew?! Okay. Mr. Broad had a smug I told you so smile at my excitement and newfound acceptance of pickles.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9L7Mf-9woA5WqOlqS4qfj8t1oiRAWMre54zHs14WThVNErS5s2o1lomctER9pGCrhdDChBiqsqvN2aCl5zbiRno3QlRBl9dhIuXIK4sb1DFrzk7nBBG3rm1PNtHyvAVKi11K7do0mbbK/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9L7Mf-9woA5WqOlqS4qfj8t1oiRAWMre54zHs14WThVNErS5s2o1lomctER9pGCrhdDChBiqsqvN2aCl5zbiRno3QlRBl9dhIuXIK4sb1DFrzk7nBBG3rm1PNtHyvAVKi11K7do0mbbK/s400/DSC01456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424198538407743442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Hickory Short Rib burger</i></div><div>Was good but kinda tasted like umm a regular burger. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrb4W19UpNaq52HwzYZM7XMeBA-9xWJkGdqmwE7pRB-p7wTexjc0kAelsOI3_bixM5nHcd20V5xRLH9Fe3mNKrCjmqD9MXSsdNNRVikJvyPWGjumA4uJgOpnzVVTtQq5b_CI58oAcE3PKT/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrb4W19UpNaq52HwzYZM7XMeBA-9xWJkGdqmwE7pRB-p7wTexjc0kAelsOI3_bixM5nHcd20V5xRLH9Fe3mNKrCjmqD9MXSsdNNRVikJvyPWGjumA4uJgOpnzVVTtQq5b_CI58oAcE3PKT/s400/DSC01460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424201178055605650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Kobe beef burger with blue cheese</span></div><div>Brother and Mr. Broad got this one. Only a picture of one of them because Mr. Broad sent his back because it was cold. So that gives you an idea on this one...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8118B7rEnd3f0Z68vg0QmrGvQyGke0fgQj2KgcyBCofkGD5Cy8Cy-PcGoE2K5P9BYCFNHQeUAGfBmotEYA5UEj7DljZHfQwXX7wKryfcSlolkxIBIwGm21CfrFd7_fo7yULon8Nvo2ACZ/s1600-h/DSC01462.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8118B7rEnd3f0Z68vg0QmrGvQyGke0fgQj2KgcyBCofkGD5Cy8Cy-PcGoE2K5P9BYCFNHQeUAGfBmotEYA5UEj7DljZHfQwXX7wKryfcSlolkxIBIwGm21CfrFd7_fo7yULon8Nvo2ACZ/s400/DSC01462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424201184350108338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Dr. K. got the Pork Chop. No, I mean the Chicken. Oh wait the Skate. Yes, the skate. She tried on the others but they were out of ALL of them. </div><div><i>Skate fish</i>- with some broth and vegetables. And some clams I think. </div><div>I'm pretty sure Dr. K had already given up on the meal at this point. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwK670GXx1_pXNykPHXxiKeseluS31ONkVS2EKHeV7gXcpBq-VBapb9CV0kcoaZdizt7kuq-laGLKymeoULlVujT5K7bFAHgMv3EBW8yXqNmZSS-LSFx7BJ5b4xM8fnn0wqAIFwa3ZFuLB/s1600-h/DSC01461.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwK670GXx1_pXNykPHXxiKeseluS31ONkVS2EKHeV7gXcpBq-VBapb9CV0kcoaZdizt7kuq-laGLKymeoULlVujT5K7bFAHgMv3EBW8yXqNmZSS-LSFx7BJ5b4xM8fnn0wqAIFwa3ZFuLB/s400/DSC01461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424201180871241746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Review: </span></div><div>I've heard it's good by others but I think I'll sit this one out. This place broke Brother's cardinal rule. A burger that you have to order the fries separately?! ... Blasphemy. Maybe I'd go back for the bar and some drinks... or maybe just the pickles. Eh, I'll probably pass regardless.</div><div><b>Rating: 4.5.</b> Mr. Broad said 2 and I'm pretty sure Dr. K would give it in the negative numbers. </div><div><br /></div><div>PS- This has nothing to do with Eliot Spitzer, but due to our experience it gets the obvious nickname.</div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-44038878854326952502009-11-18T20:43:00.013-05:002010-04-04T15:29:40.478-04:00Last Stop. Rio!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt23zeuMrYAXvDPy96_m5DmWqoT63Edo4duQMxJ_Tio4v9iaga0b8iUBSoecNZq-7voKCVp6wLgf4_sSezz8mOx_WGF7FbGN-9d5fFJ67knYIT87WqajL-2UjdaSEdmlFZQxOF2PJpsrPz/s1600/P1020607.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt23zeuMrYAXvDPy96_m5DmWqoT63Edo4duQMxJ_Tio4v9iaga0b8iUBSoecNZq-7voKCVp6wLgf4_sSezz8mOx_WGF7FbGN-9d5fFJ67knYIT87WqajL-2UjdaSEdmlFZQxOF2PJpsrPz/s400/P1020607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405632807682803650" /></a><br />Last update of our Brazilian vacation <i>Hello?! Isn't this a NYC food blog?</i><div>I think all of those pictures of SUN! SAND! HAMMOCKS! caused the Brazilian gods to be way mad at us. Welcome Clouds. And Rain. <div><br /></div><div>Luckily the last 2 days in Rio were sunny enough for everyone to whip out their bathing suits. </div><div>But first some food updates.</div><div><br /></div><div>Koni. A sushi shop specializing in hand rolls. </div><div>This was shrimp tempura with roe. Looks like cheetos right? It's roe. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCMtbeihC9m4Rrj8iZmAWDFJZd_iZijFH8ZMHF0AvhJMJWS6AdfxJzaibwt71TzF9j2Pq3IWZ6dZd0VvJnkqkuDIRupstjPCkSz6vZbOq4lABUusGo7BAY29CGINeOi0Z1I6gmbBQXNZ1/s1600/DSC01266.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtCMtbeihC9m4Rrj8iZmAWDFJZd_iZijFH8ZMHF0AvhJMJWS6AdfxJzaibwt71TzF9j2Pq3IWZ6dZd0VvJnkqkuDIRupstjPCkSz6vZbOq4lABUusGo7BAY29CGINeOi0Z1I6gmbBQXNZ1/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405636992927412402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This is at the famous Cafe Columbia coffeeshop. Lots of tourists for all the sweets in the glass cases. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfv1S9rab-qhNcnB9g8-G6NQyH1lZVk3wj5XCCzPJpyT7W1RUk7xbtOwxUYsCtt1OLavzJ57oCGFwpJKbrT_ld9AkPouRiMqJolVAd3gyZ6ORnbOe4MNO-P7CxwvDgIpDiPwAcjUuRDzFx/s1600/P1020613.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfv1S9rab-qhNcnB9g8-G6NQyH1lZVk3wj5XCCzPJpyT7W1RUk7xbtOwxUYsCtt1OLavzJ57oCGFwpJKbrT_ld9AkPouRiMqJolVAd3gyZ6ORnbOe4MNO-P7CxwvDgIpDiPwAcjUuRDzFx/s400/P1020613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405632827662878978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gRIhizBpaHyTZXNjjuVhrK5QPX7zYg_4soeRMUYqiVu-ziBkqiDrAdqmcxlhMY0Usy-NK3ictcCtx_xrQqXGvSmj4aEKGpI8AKMTK2Z9uhyphenhyphenc00ePuxyHzzHorjSkymZ-dvFiU6LVEaCk/s1600/P1020612.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gRIhizBpaHyTZXNjjuVhrK5QPX7zYg_4soeRMUYqiVu-ziBkqiDrAdqmcxlhMY0Usy-NK3ictcCtx_xrQqXGvSmj4aEKGpI8AKMTK2Z9uhyphenhyphenc00ePuxyHzzHorjSkymZ-dvFiU6LVEaCk/s400/P1020612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405646423810547362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div>We settled on a walnut and goat cheese (?) quiche and some fried fritter. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyq4_bTv0X4_6tlMUm2yZB5sReNKRMmaCZP1JDmo2Av3doAGDczVN6RhYBOCw4U0Ie1q00HaZMzjqOsABrpxeUKtlvZgvVvVTZecYaR_Uaw2XIjQXUdxLv3DtNJvdE_d0p_5V7qcMAbyK/s1600/P1020622.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyq4_bTv0X4_6tlMUm2yZB5sReNKRMmaCZP1JDmo2Av3doAGDczVN6RhYBOCw4U0Ie1q00HaZMzjqOsABrpxeUKtlvZgvVvVTZecYaR_Uaw2XIjQXUdxLv3DtNJvdE_d0p_5V7qcMAbyK/s400/P1020622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643308778604098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Aah <b>Brazilian steakhouse</b>. Where they try to load you up with lots and lots of carbs, and then loads of servers unleash towards your table and come around with skewers of meat and carve you all things brown and grey. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:medium;"><a href="http://www.porcao.com.br/" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','','0CAcQFjAA')" style="color: rgb(34, 0, 204); "><em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; ">Porcão</em></a></span> which I highly recommend. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEb0hYJhgONl-OYMUQKotl4CExaeY8iw86QPj4c1GAdXPCZ7MPtvOhvq1n1uM2L0rTRSZC5PrUrmcaMf5S-hPTAqg44hKFtNUoFdXIEAGOo5CJsO3TqgPBUkRlSNAlm-DeDX1hXOkriMI/s1600/DSC01271.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEb0hYJhgONl-OYMUQKotl4CExaeY8iw86QPj4c1GAdXPCZ7MPtvOhvq1n1uM2L0rTRSZC5PrUrmcaMf5S-hPTAqg44hKFtNUoFdXIEAGOo5CJsO3TqgPBUkRlSNAlm-DeDX1hXOkriMI/s400/DSC01271.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405638729375099026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Have no fear! Mr. Broad, was not about to fall for those carbs! They even had a huge buffet consisting of sushi, fish, pastas, salad (aah, veggies!) But Mr. Broad was ready to get his meat's worth (aside from some sushi). We pushed them aside, turned our card to "Green" and said Sim! Sim! (Yes, Yes for the non-Portuguese speaking tongue)</div><div><br /></div><div>The servers cutting the meat onto people's plates. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QNE45JUPHHfX_Rl1FuJNz2H_70uvHjXvzZZNApAS-f9uuxOsG72y9yX0PokN-ibP4osd_acWcQ7m4lL-6DEWoyecm8wChbCLDWG6StT5vU29MHVo7tq8pp6ElgxR_mw4vZfdxxmfBnXE/s1600/DSC01299.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QNE45JUPHHfX_Rl1FuJNz2H_70uvHjXvzZZNApAS-f9uuxOsG72y9yX0PokN-ibP4osd_acWcQ7m4lL-6DEWoyecm8wChbCLDWG6StT5vU29MHVo7tq8pp6ElgxR_mw4vZfdxxmfBnXE/s400/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643312759297666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm presenting Chicken Hearts. </div><div>Sidenote- How did food like ribs become "normal" but chicken hearts became like, totally ewwww?? </div><div>Well, somebody get out the rebranding campaign. Offal is back. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Cc-PF9ExcVTU8k7BopuBrX7tp9FplhMwKKwMW6wiPATicZUTs8Ixh9t6y_2WC6iFYLxZCzMaEAO0xHhFINt6JgVuTKbrhWSzBrSqndZ8ZNhsriC4PFkUEax-QuV2rGi8xVS4gIxOY-tG/s1600/DSC01272.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Cc-PF9ExcVTU8k7BopuBrX7tp9FplhMwKKwMW6wiPATicZUTs8Ixh9t6y_2WC6iFYLxZCzMaEAO0xHhFINt6JgVuTKbrhWSzBrSqndZ8ZNhsriC4PFkUEax-QuV2rGi8xVS4gIxOY-tG/s400/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405636998873833538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Lamb, chicken hearts, and other things brown. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEber8Utmmhjtno_GdlqxMmyWhVzgDNk3d0v37SmIw38_zFpiX4WnX-laIVy4vSfgYvhRmk6K1W6hMvizJBbXSmj7inm-QZbkAR0bt2V4msJryqHLQFduDlbhrQnHIvRUqgnuA66TYrR6n/s1600/DSC01273.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEber8Utmmhjtno_GdlqxMmyWhVzgDNk3d0v37SmIw38_zFpiX4WnX-laIVy4vSfgYvhRmk6K1W6hMvizJBbXSmj7inm-QZbkAR0bt2V4msJryqHLQFduDlbhrQnHIvRUqgnuA66TYrR6n/s400/DSC01273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405638723864508130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>I took the "take a bite of meat and move on" technique.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijx5Rxp5cEp4H8f9phE1NDBZlCOGDxB6Erk9jgEKAjSHykt9EOinr3I6k5oOJ2t1ROsdGGEx5_drh797fXEysduIy6gwuKxqrcMB-7CdN8-_5xsGrgDZIXfuV4jJXsQBnsDI2k6xrqvZyQ/s1600/DSC01288.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijx5Rxp5cEp4H8f9phE1NDBZlCOGDxB6Erk9jgEKAjSHykt9EOinr3I6k5oOJ2t1ROsdGGEx5_drh797fXEysduIy6gwuKxqrcMB-7CdN8-_5xsGrgDZIXfuV4jJXsQBnsDI2k6xrqvZyQ/s400/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405637003052861522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>As if there's any room...(There wasn't, but I had to take the picture)</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlRTVcyrao9Wkld-S9_cBsYx_2eNNjOGLe-iJZgkxfCpXAv0R0GVocgMi-ZvCa4vvh63sS5hmDzp08teDzld6euDicsatXC5w76SiW_Yc2HWADVTxgJ37tpTxW6pSTe4QOHYHpWgzUEFH/s1600/DSC01294.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlRTVcyrao9Wkld-S9_cBsYx_2eNNjOGLe-iJZgkxfCpXAv0R0GVocgMi-ZvCa4vvh63sS5hmDzp08teDzld6euDicsatXC5w76SiW_Yc2HWADVTxgJ37tpTxW6pSTe4QOHYHpWgzUEFH/s400/DSC01294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405637011740894802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Enough steakhouse. This is <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feijoada">Feijoada</a></b>. (serves 2 but really probably could have served 6).</div><div>This dish is as typical Brazilian as American apple pie. (However, it was the first time I saw it at a restaurant so you be the judge). </div><div>Starting at the top: pork rinds on some greens, dried sausage, farofa (fried manioc or flour), fried plantains, and an orange. Random. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAtYyRNamXZ0U7wOPnrLcMbw0nuF70E0JGUfrqjLG7gjcCOyHGXFZ_0Knvd1aJuVs1GLYKXldgs3GPJ-3vtL5yfDoyi4WE2cFz-piMb_UkhlK6_uV1U1JL_9Mop1bF2eAbscHw2N5W_ci/s1600/DSC01351.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizAtYyRNamXZ0U7wOPnrLcMbw0nuF70E0JGUfrqjLG7gjcCOyHGXFZ_0Knvd1aJuVs1GLYKXldgs3GPJ-3vtL5yfDoyi4WE2cFz-piMb_UkhlK6_uV1U1JL_9Mop1bF2eAbscHw2N5W_ci/s400/DSC01351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405638736040740738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>It comes with rice and some blood sausage stew thing. And some black beans not pictured. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_EowTT8PDr7HBmA5dbT6UnMJVTwJ24UihnTtWh03Au2dlbMuvUGDd3HYAIebuzwytYpBYsYmWvsQMRg3Cqwe9BHXMwfcmJ_oTAKa3HbMz0oYcdsI0S13E0uYOkWsE4_6uxEqrvwvq56k/s1600/DSC01353.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC_EowTT8PDr7HBmA5dbT6UnMJVTwJ24UihnTtWh03Au2dlbMuvUGDd3HYAIebuzwytYpBYsYmWvsQMRg3Cqwe9BHXMwfcmJ_oTAKa3HbMz0oYcdsI0S13E0uYOkWsE4_6uxEqrvwvq56k/s400/DSC01353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405638741947864466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>This is what it looked like plated. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUISnXhksxGKNxn3ADSWLiKy5S5UIy2sWB4D0_QewPZ_iFxPUu4YhnuaQoyjx6FarGl2JMMwq1OFHU8ftHSwTFVSx18EfefHQa37qRkQoxAHVKBgEvF_w36SOauJRnlCHi3XH1vBPyHb_k/s1600/DSC01354.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUISnXhksxGKNxn3ADSWLiKy5S5UIy2sWB4D0_QewPZ_iFxPUu4YhnuaQoyjx6FarGl2JMMwq1OFHU8ftHSwTFVSx18EfefHQa37qRkQoxAHVKBgEvF_w36SOauJRnlCHi3XH1vBPyHb_k/s400/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643315824367282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>But time for some sights...</div><div><div>This is a reading room in downtown Brazil. Those are all books. I was in love.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhUgL6Aud9G4MNDhYDJVPIC08oB2auEsx9Gz21xTwIOL3upA6T9SxjQchyphenhypheng4msDX0LdFo-rp0IpBjlDoehxl48RqFk__2b55za_JYQYF1Bkuc3O5TDEg8PrJVTDfTmsseb1vSs4G39diZ/s1600/P1020629.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhUgL6Aud9G4MNDhYDJVPIC08oB2auEsx9Gz21xTwIOL3upA6T9SxjQchyphenhypheng4msDX0LdFo-rp0IpBjlDoehxl48RqFk__2b55za_JYQYF1Bkuc3O5TDEg8PrJVTDfTmsseb1vSs4G39diZ/s400/P1020629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405632814984057602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The famous Christ the Redeemer. So apparently they recommend going to see this statue on a non cloudy day. No kidding.</div><div>Still quite a sight. Even if you are Jewish.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORpJ7hgrl6NajMe27FQ2W79r6g11xsmT3vRtRBnBryi4ul6DR9TDylEIpf-1a_rPSb3OuNl35sjXfKsX67D0Jfa6AZrveQ4hkRhdMT7RmlKD2S_S9KdVsJDFh4ORq28l17pzCrzE8M-ym/s1600/P1020724.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgORpJ7hgrl6NajMe27FQ2W79r6g11xsmT3vRtRBnBryi4ul6DR9TDylEIpf-1a_rPSb3OuNl35sjXfKsX67D0Jfa6AZrveQ4hkRhdMT7RmlKD2S_S9KdVsJDFh4ORq28l17pzCrzE8M-ym/s400/P1020724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405648938432216914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>A favella in the distance. We could NOT stop talking about City of God. Okay, I could not stop talking about City of God. But like scary crap. <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/oct/17/rio-favela-violence-helicopter">Who shoots down a military helicopter?</a>!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSwrgZXZVOT9doUnDME6UF_uopH_bl5TTeks37cOrYx0khc66WGeMa_CiPWoHjoIX_jXktgxXWAa__vlHlqvqNY3OQTu3dEGhz1wsHdrYingpD8tDon7W4BbQv2ot8-_tirNIH9Bgw2s0/s1600/DSC01370.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSwrgZXZVOT9doUnDME6UF_uopH_bl5TTeks37cOrYx0khc66WGeMa_CiPWoHjoIX_jXktgxXWAa__vlHlqvqNY3OQTu3dEGhz1wsHdrYingpD8tDon7W4BbQv2ot8-_tirNIH9Bgw2s0/s400/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405648946385443682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And the beaches. The Olympics are all the rage. Note to Rio, you may want to fix the situation mentioned above with the favellas shooting the helicopters thing. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJvi9BA_7MqOR-Tc5PrMjtvOL_I2E4NXN5yj7o17L9qOV2trWSxO2rjzapG0jotRcJC2jofL_CITw8xhS2NtC02qAlfUkvadpRlneYNvg9UyfuyQKtK1yjscxa5UXosjTrL1pHdcJ54XhO/s1600/P1020666.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJvi9BA_7MqOR-Tc5PrMjtvOL_I2E4NXN5yj7o17L9qOV2trWSxO2rjzapG0jotRcJC2jofL_CITw8xhS2NtC02qAlfUkvadpRlneYNvg9UyfuyQKtK1yjscxa5UXosjTrL1pHdcJ54XhO/s400/P1020666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405652837302675186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>This guy had shrimp that he sold on the beach.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BBwOFdMjm3RcS7C81XEHlSejMXLJRUZ0W6sclYUyMe7afahm9ZAOyjIAKMBw0uHb-cjVnNRyo38bqjH-hKFaKqTq_zeWAKEn2u-NRV5yUQ-6DGlWggpOdyLxhvqosBADuio6sQ0-Gesi/s1600/DSC01403.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BBwOFdMjm3RcS7C81XEHlSejMXLJRUZ0W6sclYUyMe7afahm9ZAOyjIAKMBw0uHb-cjVnNRyo38bqjH-hKFaKqTq_zeWAKEn2u-NRV5yUQ-6DGlWggpOdyLxhvqosBADuio6sQ0-Gesi/s400/DSC01403.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405646433692552114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGTXP5uWHtmSV00y3r8b8wvzvqrRBU_5D4ssBS0KcKCl_K7AGGf9jr0uGh0UxiOgADnSfs32HODpdd9eGjURyiVeKErewYFXVGNGkNyP2ViVQ4QT_vyx_vy9SLuev3BDY_nWmpxYBh6ZV/s1600/DSC01393.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGTXP5uWHtmSV00y3r8b8wvzvqrRBU_5D4ssBS0KcKCl_K7AGGf9jr0uGh0UxiOgADnSfs32HODpdd9eGjURyiVeKErewYFXVGNGkNyP2ViVQ4QT_vyx_vy9SLuev3BDY_nWmpxYBh6ZV/s400/DSC01393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405648924883833874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>And we tried the national drink on a self guided pub tour. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TjJ5un48gwDRf8dduASvc4IgAi2UndNkvMdxfw8M1cT0OjXgmFNRofSk8Pv5y_S8iKrDpJRPA79U6m2jaBBz9DLkV4JvFRjRSKHp6R6cCmBR7XGQsNxIIJKnXQ0-s4z4d_bsWA97JtcG/s1600/P1020640.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TjJ5un48gwDRf8dduASvc4IgAi2UndNkvMdxfw8M1cT0OjXgmFNRofSk8Pv5y_S8iKrDpJRPA79U6m2jaBBz9DLkV4JvFRjRSKHp6R6cCmBR7XGQsNxIIJKnXQ0-s4z4d_bsWA97JtcG/s400/P1020640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405632824841023634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>And this was just the start. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5ORFhVCuKsebwGKHvto7KNEZfx4m_41Fb3a8t6S-4axqnjtcg3GWxhUBVbpAt_uzZQtOtW-q84q1rdD59E-2e8-EO1JfD8Yb7w0D2aPiUQOk-59eXFcCHnspSeJgzuuR_aEmHWH6L8Io/s1600/P1020646.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5ORFhVCuKsebwGKHvto7KNEZfx4m_41Fb3a8t6S-4axqnjtcg3GWxhUBVbpAt_uzZQtOtW-q84q1rdD59E-2e8-EO1JfD8Yb7w0D2aPiUQOk-59eXFcCHnspSeJgzuuR_aEmHWH6L8Io/s400/P1020646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405632820413723426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And finally a soccer game. It was pouring rain. POURING. And out came the flares by the opposing fans. </div></div></div></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwOApxPpQTMPcchDRRxJHAWL3RNKZNeOUQF6eWaemNTH3iZbl8g7MrNANftr-U1GbQJTj0HvCXbw79xauTb2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>So Brazil. Two weeks in Brazil and I'm ready for more South America. I am now recommending Brazil to everyone. Go and follow our itinerary. And even hit up the samba club. Which there are no pictures of, because DUH tourists. But it was AWESOME. SAMBA! And Brazilian Steakhouse! Okay, I can pass on the Brazilian steakhouse for awhile. A long awhile. But samba music. Getting Mr. Broad to dance to the Samba, is worth the trip back to Brazil for sure. </div><div>Oh white man dancing. How I love... </div><div><br /></div><div><b>BRAZIL: 10</b></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-7603616390120142562009-11-09T22:51:00.021-05:002010-04-04T15:29:40.485-04:00More Hammocks.. And Sand. Lots of Sand.<div style="text-align: left;">Okay. So Mr. Broad and I were ready to get to Jericoacoara!</div><br /><div align="left">In order to get there... the ONLY way was to either:</div><br /><div>1) take the local (7.5 hours)</div><div>2) take the express bus (4.5 hours)</div><div>3) take a helicopter that is about $4K a person. </div><br /><div> </div>The express bus it was!<div><br /></div><div>I must admit I was a bit skeptical about where we were going. The only Americans on the bus which felt like it led to nowhere... We even switched busses mid way to a 4 wheel drive bus. I was starting to think the helicopter was the way to go.</div><div><div> </div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXN7DjFkOS7FYPN2iJeUOTyGpWIG0NxkMnv0FxyS6wLkqfz9BD-Ms08tNbP6yl3hE0pblY82VNTATdLGJfWHmFpCRgEocxUcOXyDEnv71ZmMVdbMI1Bgwmt7XN9B1aHO2b4uVAtfAXWqiC/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXN7DjFkOS7FYPN2iJeUOTyGpWIG0NxkMnv0FxyS6wLkqfz9BD-Ms08tNbP6yl3hE0pblY82VNTATdLGJfWHmFpCRgEocxUcOXyDEnv71ZmMVdbMI1Bgwmt7XN9B1aHO2b4uVAtfAXWqiC/s400/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403410875888564290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div><div><div><br /></div><div>And then we got there.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDgPF-uuzAzjZi-q5ywqWFXEvLBX2I83-tuSscHQKgDpImPOL6OuefFESwbliV_ielOHP8X0TtU4KphmVE0iJTasZZkwgpGKoL46A0kPvCa4behgHkgU_VBHb_RtrSLqQdTvbIvQdJ15W/s1600-h/P1020503.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtDgPF-uuzAzjZi-q5ywqWFXEvLBX2I83-tuSscHQKgDpImPOL6OuefFESwbliV_ielOHP8X0TtU4KphmVE0iJTasZZkwgpGKoL46A0kPvCa4behgHkgU_VBHb_RtrSLqQdTvbIvQdJ15W/s400/P1020503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417919362064690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Endless sand dunes on the beach.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqExRJ-5hypckNjc9UtDwqUqvwEhGssO7-3CwBNKolT6KaVemZi8CK4MJfPB80vOASwp_qmOvJFzzXTc_rgRskMjaAaMRUeizy1zg2zwLJk9l3fFJFAnXY4q26he9xCNaSrLrMHolCdLI/s1600-h/P1020497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673799222861170" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbqExRJ-5hypckNjc9UtDwqUqvwEhGssO7-3CwBNKolT6KaVemZi8CK4MJfPB80vOASwp_qmOvJFzzXTc_rgRskMjaAaMRUeizy1zg2zwLJk9l3fFJFAnXY4q26he9xCNaSrLrMHolCdLI/s400/P1020497.JPG" border="0" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><b>Comb the dessert! </b>Oh that's when the Spaceballs quotes started... (We've been JAMMED! The WORST of the them all... Raspberry!) Side note: Rick Moranis- most underrated actor. </div><div><br /></div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGK9Kmnk6dUGNZ-eUeMNBkh9Bd0h7ZAhC-U5mZhsRAsTWM0h-FbQV4YDqr0NeL7dOrkLPAd10eWYg44zHzsjLUjM1_etor2Q2hPkY3JFnrHF1KytuoUDdx0PE_ZgdzuET4Y4-IrMdaEJMr/s1600-h/P1020500.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673790001583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGK9Kmnk6dUGNZ-eUeMNBkh9Bd0h7ZAhC-U5mZhsRAsTWM0h-FbQV4YDqr0NeL7dOrkLPAd10eWYg44zHzsjLUjM1_etor2Q2hPkY3JFnrHF1KytuoUDdx0PE_ZgdzuET4Y4-IrMdaEJMr/s400/P1020500.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402688075650040802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHodhDw8tK72F9cGYhuhotdjfY__PG-qTNl-_nTWVIccA-ME5x7jSRZdKnnX4enpBXJAXa6D8iFP2p4HJMc5eFXDBcFaTK3P2Wjr3lv2f7dloi_htfgUp7b1txPhRUCtYjV7uFix8j6iYT/s400/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5niUw4AOK9lvDe7CAhvI5IKH_SbOvsOPbrlPdUFjPUSFOwCCM2ZRBMs2PikXVfu30NaehEkuIYZPqQ99nuWMT6_5HLFmtoXcU3670VI2J10Febx6Hmv_hZQu1qGkbI0V_8IgP7vb5C5rN/s1600-h/P1020590.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5niUw4AOK9lvDe7CAhvI5IKH_SbOvsOPbrlPdUFjPUSFOwCCM2ZRBMs2PikXVfu30NaehEkuIYZPqQ99nuWMT6_5HLFmtoXcU3670VI2J10Febx6Hmv_hZQu1qGkbI0V_8IgP7vb5C5rN/s400/P1020590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403430389378756002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div>The streets of this town are all composed of sand</div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFFQRPQ7YESwDgwt5xaMYfpOvzbWnMlgiTnVQUHQm1xg_fzoTwpc1Iy3dNYw_KEjaNDyB2c1QIN1_wGCeigzYY5V_kNCpPjN_RArxnLku4lrJ1J27UFfr3vZPyGVmxV9nrOncG0c4WATC/s1600-h/P1020457.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402680251289158274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFFQRPQ7YESwDgwt5xaMYfpOvzbWnMlgiTnVQUHQm1xg_fzoTwpc1Iy3dNYw_KEjaNDyB2c1QIN1_wGCeigzYY5V_kNCpPjN_RArxnLku4lrJ1J27UFfr3vZPyGVmxV9nrOncG0c4WATC/s400/P1020457.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Lots of water activities.</div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqeKuy840I5YxYrqtZ2jq1Q5d7EIGPQqp_P1CnaEDDpxSUoBuUh05dx1yky5CsSSCzrmsRb_lCYe8dnd5A8FUK-g_jkqZt5vOlYL3OMqR7AJFg8AI_e1a5dwGYh8EgkxASZQcyqT0Jr7l/s1600-h/P1020464.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402680258696934338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqeKuy840I5YxYrqtZ2jq1Q5d7EIGPQqp_P1CnaEDDpxSUoBuUh05dx1yky5CsSSCzrmsRb_lCYe8dnd5A8FUK-g_jkqZt5vOlYL3OMqR7AJFg8AI_e1a5dwGYh8EgkxASZQcyqT0Jr7l/s400/P1020464.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>This is some random guy doing kite surfing.</div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_xb-pZ3o5hXS4bu7bc_Cv7Q2yfFvhWnRqZFMDS6V5YocZk9wgghQbE9YSbY7Si0NUCUAsKF_zc9kCrrZP9v6Y4YoF2qwUklTgeX7oZcrkKm3c2-RPA0pPaepv41UI4K876CR_ATO7j5y/s1600-h/P1020579.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402680265325703410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_xb-pZ3o5hXS4bu7bc_Cv7Q2yfFvhWnRqZFMDS6V5YocZk9wgghQbE9YSbY7Si0NUCUAsKF_zc9kCrrZP9v6Y4YoF2qwUklTgeX7oZcrkKm3c2-RPA0pPaepv41UI4K876CR_ATO7j5y/s400/P1020579.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We went windsurfing. This is not us. Our windsurfs spent a lot of time in the water. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGZFZcf4hWYhVrJZkI_ygLiOrDi512I5qKKLgWCKHq6oKQnu8R8uYY8H09gvKslx8wM8_Cpopc6dD7STBXup_SfOiX4lmj5xmTzgUqVa3XtoqB_o1URG8acHEDhyphenhyphenaOY07bNyE2W_4DUPg/s1600-h/P1020574.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIGZFZcf4hWYhVrJZkI_ygLiOrDi512I5qKKLgWCKHq6oKQnu8R8uYY8H09gvKslx8wM8_Cpopc6dD7STBXup_SfOiX4lmj5xmTzgUqVa3XtoqB_o1URG8acHEDhyphenhyphenaOY07bNyE2W_4DUPg/s400/P1020574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417939011170962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The wind was perfect</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxW4Vb1-Qt_G_F5gJsD_YlEFexHNzOSes6uYK7w7N2nz7x0f2PrrZFeOf7sNgkP-FFnBBsf7fYBzT6fZ-0RzjXLnaQGLTo7jVOe27-YjzH7mMXST4LQgcrqTQ5alFyzpOXwTslh8cban-/s1600-h/P1020495.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxxW4Vb1-Qt_G_F5gJsD_YlEFexHNzOSes6uYK7w7N2nz7x0f2PrrZFeOf7sNgkP-FFnBBsf7fYBzT6fZ-0RzjXLnaQGLTo7jVOe27-YjzH7mMXST4LQgcrqTQ5alFyzpOXwTslh8cban-/s400/P1020495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403426524515871122" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><br /><div>And then everyone hikes to the top of the sand dunes to watch the sunset.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402688065770895682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2XclpyBJ9cgl-qmoDlmkmWbodrXv48cO3GmrZ97PTdjfspcLSwAQGRudemxo-ffgORWDtVyUCzMp5u0lCqz6usqbOBoggw2Z82opsY9okHO86lN6jqLO-wA7ffUNUUtsMHHUCYZhTj0l/s400/P1020475.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402673798545077458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWi-zjmII3gfBkxj4UHgqUug4wVU5jlgrbNrDlx6wVIYyHYzq5d8XWWLrllkm6fDTJb3LDAg3fmkon47llyuDuaqoMffkZTyzuxZmXz8fZj5SSHerWIXZvzSLnvgss2Ue66eEyqnWK54kJ/s400/P1020484.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR05zPt89bWQOaO4e5jNy9loI1DOBAwlbrIM5KB-nC19i_SzRKnmOoW9Pgz6hvbXnYqCV74vPUG6gyZlCyshbxWDS3XEY9yI-I4TnlH7cbfkFjJoxXAr7SSQgWSxcAIpelFRy2RQ8bImCO/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402677420340717746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR05zPt89bWQOaO4e5jNy9loI1DOBAwlbrIM5KB-nC19i_SzRKnmOoW9Pgz6hvbXnYqCV74vPUG6gyZlCyshbxWDS3XEY9yI-I4TnlH7cbfkFjJoxXAr7SSQgWSxcAIpelFRy2RQ8bImCO/s400/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div> </div><div>The sun just gets swallowed up by the ocean. Something about watching a sunset on the equator collapse into the ocean. It's really something.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXg5eMUse9qk1oahIBKBqisxKw64Zj60ROEfE0GQCl0mY_p6lMaJsxX_YRYaAYO5F6jQTk9jwgqxK1oYZGJI7umYqnIoe29KzXIQmEQyaU9qbVZ75ORK1MnkptuuxucBzJbY6ullKiJFhJ/s1600-h/P1020534.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXg5eMUse9qk1oahIBKBqisxKw64Zj60ROEfE0GQCl0mY_p6lMaJsxX_YRYaAYO5F6jQTk9jwgqxK1oYZGJI7umYqnIoe29KzXIQmEQyaU9qbVZ75ORK1MnkptuuxucBzJbY6ullKiJFhJ/s400/P1020534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417929512866530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div>A close up</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402688067133714722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1UCCaGwvW2HfU6x9sHiuKKfxf9trX_FsLAnDWMu-_gHUZwMKpcRzTihynyifKGgp9JHX5zt2BHo4yXBq09IQhICfQNIUVpargB85h03ybpphS1Syx8CB9mQFWzrg9UA5S1Y0-feFU1W8/s400/P1020530.JPG" border="0" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>Aaah fun in the sand dunes.</div><div>Sand skiing</div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0Kx6xX7LehSJ1rd1ajD4KuXsEp1J0bTWPEp8g80IK5ZPocN35_Ky2A_Xn4B8djOHMx-B-kPhhNU_MdkHMyVvLoSTOrDiZoFFqWDH14SR-sSThJkpt4RpoId1GkZwQwdvafNbe_Fxa8hE/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402677413460956578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0Kx6xX7LehSJ1rd1ajD4KuXsEp1J0bTWPEp8g80IK5ZPocN35_Ky2A_Xn4B8djOHMx-B-kPhhNU_MdkHMyVvLoSTOrDiZoFFqWDH14SR-sSThJkpt4RpoId1GkZwQwdvafNbe_Fxa8hE/s400/DSC01174.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Summersaults</div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCbEmUrJTlCQtXbiBfRaEPMHTDbrjnrPdiCYs3nufHdsmhAcezSlUarAFjJkaY0osFTdAepA5U_pEknat0D3TcuYamEvd3wf1JXNIk6SLt7B6lhUu_P1zi7jWuqBsKdjU-4q6iaWs7cuB/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402677409088926914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCbEmUrJTlCQtXbiBfRaEPMHTDbrjnrPdiCYs3nufHdsmhAcezSlUarAFjJkaY0osFTdAepA5U_pEknat0D3TcuYamEvd3wf1JXNIk6SLt7B6lhUu_P1zi7jWuqBsKdjU-4q6iaWs7cuB/s400/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The food was pretty good. Nothing stood out completely and I was getting a lot of "Are you REALLY going to take pictures of everything we eat while on vacation" looks. "Cause we're on vacation and I may not want you to document everything we eat" look. </div><div>Aah true. </div><div><br /></div><div>But Acai. Aah, I like you. You cool, trendy superfood group. When are you coming to New York? Well, I'm sure you're here. But where ARE you?! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHL2vC9BUYM4vCnkAtJvTxcXGOGlCSR3dgfrWYE6yvzLlwntHSYg90B1vTnBn4iGKX7YzOKNXsdwFUSSXM-ie_i4lD46XaB-j1q3zMOvp1HtH4EEW7gchldwxT4BDIyWyPxalLihFn90Wi/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHL2vC9BUYM4vCnkAtJvTxcXGOGlCSR3dgfrWYE6yvzLlwntHSYg90B1vTnBn4iGKX7YzOKNXsdwFUSSXM-ie_i4lD46XaB-j1q3zMOvp1HtH4EEW7gchldwxT4BDIyWyPxalLihFn90Wi/s400/DSC01153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403410899576287186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><br /><div>This is a cashew. The top part is a fruit which is eaten consumed thoughout Brazil (juices, etc.) The bottom part is the nut you're familiar with. It is poisonous if you eat it right away which was a good warning to Mr. Broad.</div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiA-xhEqA3TO79UShI6F7qJ7AUIa-VerJkIt1mgsYrGlRDPDf4Bs4FC1M2ld5IqUiBFW36q6-wtRGDY8FSpRmYg2yVGtU874usrZqSb_JPdKj66yWCRcOgVXA0i8o4l2XGKsQv00yQHrq8/s1600-h/DSC01243.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402680267960978146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiA-xhEqA3TO79UShI6F7qJ7AUIa-VerJkIt1mgsYrGlRDPDf4Bs4FC1M2ld5IqUiBFW36q6-wtRGDY8FSpRmYg2yVGtU874usrZqSb_JPdKj66yWCRcOgVXA0i8o4l2XGKsQv00yQHrq8/s400/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>At night these guys line the sand. Cheapest mixed drinks we ever had at $2.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQZyILDJeVLmIV5wvkhOm_Av3iH3VxyH1pa8qh6Rj51-3abOjIEMpvQpa0WI3HsF-hFKSju0NHBlN2mYP976Y360t5p5dlAwNINOxTGqs7NS_61-b-h-7rQaT3pShpSNH-nwCFhedX0eZ/s1600-h/P1020564.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQZyILDJeVLmIV5wvkhOm_Av3iH3VxyH1pa8qh6Rj51-3abOjIEMpvQpa0WI3HsF-hFKSju0NHBlN2mYP976Y360t5p5dlAwNINOxTGqs7NS_61-b-h-7rQaT3pShpSNH-nwCFhedX0eZ/s400/P1020564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403417944684220050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>No real pictures of wildlife yet but check out this picture of a bird we saw. What IS this? Where's that google app when you need it??</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ2KgpAiWzmjRFHDOX_11reCCo9IsCppentP8CGox7RxfIoXgvVppivyUGEq79wwR9sLonnbtBV7e0bOj_zNx7X-p_gRljyFL9MKIKB-2oQbjP08PqZAOeshxMSqTTeORUKbwpLOZYuhN/s1600-h/DSC01234.JPG"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402677402449237874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZ2KgpAiWzmjRFHDOX_11reCCo9IsCppentP8CGox7RxfIoXgvVppivyUGEq79wwR9sLonnbtBV7e0bOj_zNx7X-p_gRljyFL9MKIKB-2oQbjP08PqZAOeshxMSqTTeORUKbwpLOZYuhN/s400/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br />But back at our "villa." Sometimes you just need to relax.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgED2KDBIdnMwPmZW_zTOEZy3ttBiUWshpWXwKNq26SMvEVvCIwDvnk9H4mnOPlItPVAIEDPA1WhEHDeyyKDmd0aMzaLDMJ820WtruB5V7x5fbZFZzeH2pWhyphenhyphen7UrHfaYZ3c2R8vz8_ixY7/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgED2KDBIdnMwPmZW_zTOEZy3ttBiUWshpWXwKNq26SMvEVvCIwDvnk9H4mnOPlItPVAIEDPA1WhEHDeyyKDmd0aMzaLDMJ820WtruB5V7x5fbZFZzeH2pWhyphenhyphen7UrHfaYZ3c2R8vz8_ixY7/s400/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403410891750425714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>Underneath our cottage on stilts- pure relaxation.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMvYEIrprvZ2yzcTVcvCtASo4LejrpJNbRWwcv_Yj1H9g4xLyhKHIw3bBCpYYEfe7mnJm2RzRqEJ1uOZMUw5vJTnTEaibK3o3LTNO4GLTicdYfxdIatSS_1kDsrhSRGHmcu_r02FyoNkR/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMvYEIrprvZ2yzcTVcvCtASo4LejrpJNbRWwcv_Yj1H9g4xLyhKHIw3bBCpYYEfe7mnJm2RzRqEJ1uOZMUw5vJTnTEaibK3o3LTNO4GLTicdYfxdIatSS_1kDsrhSRGHmcu_r02FyoNkR/s400/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403410886767634322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div><br />Next up was RIO! Well, first it was back to Fortaleza for a night. And then a flight to RIO! AND because we booked the WRONG BUS... we took a 7.5 hour bus ride back. Stopped in every small town you could think of to pick up everyone's mother. Have no fear, the bus ride included a Lifetime movie, <a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/movies/living-proof">Living Proof</a>, in Portuguese with English subtitles that left me an emotional MESS! Oh I was ready to get off that bus. <div>That helicopter was looking mighty fine at this point. <div><br /><div>But Rio. Next stop... Rio!</div></div></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-60422171572408421882009-11-07T16:50:00.006-05:002010-04-04T15:29:40.492-04:00A stop over in Fortaleza...<div style="text-align: left;">In order to get to our next destination we needed to head to <b>Fortaleza</b> to catch a bus from there. It's the only way to get to Jericoacara and we're mavericks like that. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had a connecting flight to Fortaleza since Fernando is really in the middle of nowhere and killed some time in between at Recife airport. </div><div><br /></div><div>Note to Rio: I know you are hosting an Olympics in like 7 years so perhaps you should take a look at Recife's airport because you have a lot of work to do...</div><div><br /></div><div>Recife Airport (I know, I'm really stretching with this post here)</div><div>The servers at one of their restaurants are on roller skates! How cool! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXkMiQNbv3Mliakv_EYhgUq2ZQyAT9Udayh-cRUoJiZEP4xWjLjNIbnpwewe_rBVdgFCntG5qGzKyIPOCgRKy4SPDN_6aEZu5nD132pF3GdBkSCt8qnkg2jYIzsWd6c58yU6F_u2w4FyR/s1600-h/DSC01089.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXkMiQNbv3Mliakv_EYhgUq2ZQyAT9Udayh-cRUoJiZEP4xWjLjNIbnpwewe_rBVdgFCntG5qGzKyIPOCgRKy4SPDN_6aEZu5nD132pF3GdBkSCt8qnkg2jYIzsWd6c58yU6F_u2w4FyR/s400/DSC01089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401492144660275218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Introducing Brazil's version of McDonald's.</div><div>Bob's Burger. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjELtK2jAP9AOcsx0C8BSqQgcemXy9edX2dGc6o4EO9z9iVicy87iKkS7kPo8jq7yVsDlBq11Mk-iuePk0jrcH0Gi2F1Phm76u3NG9ykbXPNisleL_Wtqo65DtwuPv8Spb-Cnfj8GavTv/s1600-h/DSC01090.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjELtK2jAP9AOcsx0C8BSqQgcemXy9edX2dGc6o4EO9z9iVicy87iKkS7kPo8jq7yVsDlBq11Mk-iuePk0jrcH0Gi2F1Phm76u3NG9ykbXPNisleL_Wtqo65DtwuPv8Spb-Cnfj8GavTv/s400/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401486005420622770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad had to try some. I watched instead. It looked to be a pretty grey and nasty burger if I do say so myself. Mr. Broad added words like dry and flavorless. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0fZmHukfsObSytaJPbXrzm6AO-8z5uZhdHmjZmmxiEruhp0YD4QJfWVI472P5nWz8jnH5Yp9hBbjbVysbZtsdhyf3cY36fSc6Ch5agcHOH2nBCvZ0kMAHeQNTaPzB9QfkoeLKc4ZgBKL/s1600-h/DSC01091.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0fZmHukfsObSytaJPbXrzm6AO-8z5uZhdHmjZmmxiEruhp0YD4QJfWVI472P5nWz8jnH5Yp9hBbjbVysbZtsdhyf3cY36fSc6Ch5agcHOH2nBCvZ0kMAHeQNTaPzB9QfkoeLKc4ZgBKL/s400/DSC01091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401486012327109346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And I had to take a picture of this store because I thought it meant pregnant monkey. </div><div>It didn't. It's a type of monkey according to Wikipedia. </div><div>Oops. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwrjIqA5ybKfXOt7jHED_Z8Ouk9c270giik4bs1nM7lvH2S0g80k-liie0nUxezD3ejGLkv1k8LdFi7OmjgAWJArYSgQzRtAXKzPXuNJk3i2_vlDRpPuQ9BiAQffvG_hjz6PkUOpAUl1a/s1600-h/DSC01086.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwrjIqA5ybKfXOt7jHED_Z8Ouk9c270giik4bs1nM7lvH2S0g80k-liie0nUxezD3ejGLkv1k8LdFi7OmjgAWJArYSgQzRtAXKzPXuNJk3i2_vlDRpPuQ9BiAQffvG_hjz6PkUOpAUl1a/s400/DSC01086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401486013767728786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah we had time to kill. And then we got to Fortaleza. I don't have too many pictures of that city if that should tell you something. That and once we got back from Fernando de Noronha Mr. Broad and I thought how can any other beach stack up?! (Oh we were mistaken after our next destination).</div><div><br /></div><div>Fortaleza isn't bad by any means- a kinda Miami Beach strip once we got out of the BAD area (Why is that always near the airport?) And their main strip has a nightly street market. </div><div>Oh how I love a good street market... </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpCNM5Q1lkgHGGCDrbEo4Nag-fTe4TzbY-a2FJmMaylS8O1YOTEWN0JQrP9i70PMFXIbuihUsEwupZoz8WCoIZ6bQIeVsBzLrkFMvMyCDviFwR9w30cD9HNfnJl5GFzpBitaKKe3Six7W/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpCNM5Q1lkgHGGCDrbEo4Nag-fTe4TzbY-a2FJmMaylS8O1YOTEWN0JQrP9i70PMFXIbuihUsEwupZoz8WCoIZ6bQIeVsBzLrkFMvMyCDviFwR9w30cD9HNfnJl5GFzpBitaKKe3Six7W/s400/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401486016912070722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Next up <b>Jericoacoara</b>... </div><div>Oh just wait.</div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-7741895827271313042009-11-04T21:10:00.013-05:002010-04-04T15:29:40.499-04:00Paradise. Or Fernando de Noronha<div style="text-align: left;">May I welcome you to Fernando de Noronha.</div><div>They allow 400 people a day come and go on this island. Because it's an ecological wonderland. And Mr. Broad and I are like, the shit.</div><div>The flight felt like we were entering some tropical paradise. Ya know that scene in Jurassic Park where they land on the island in a helicopter. </div><div>That's how this felt. Except for the lack of dinosaurs. And we were on a plane. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Yes I took a picture from the airplane window. Wouldn't you??</i></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-B3xjzEkzDW29TKzHMf2sCTiwojZs5yhIo_8qim5wGDg9aUrIJ5CNIZF3DrIaleI27aM5aI6hMfLcPzmA5HUYRFWIsa3bgSIbLxqgdIJHpnvXrjkh8QVyBGm9eYKXXPEK6qoGuFfQISgC/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-B3xjzEkzDW29TKzHMf2sCTiwojZs5yhIo_8qim5wGDg9aUrIJ5CNIZF3DrIaleI27aM5aI6hMfLcPzmA5HUYRFWIsa3bgSIbLxqgdIJHpnvXrjkh8QVyBGm9eYKXXPEK6qoGuFfQISgC/s400/DSC01082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400448316574612178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We stayed at a Pousada which is a hotel but more like a bed and breakfast. A nice pousada (Mariluisa spoke English!) where we met some great people. Now some highlights and lowlights on the food.</div><div><br /></div><div>Shrimp Risotto. Pretty good. Also the LARGEST portion I have ever received. Was it that obvious we were American?? </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMc2ZSmsoZQG3G-OCoKj4WCRVRObExHZ1HA9pA_9x-QcnhAkh1tO8QL13FMthzcHyTb09gEfWBoflWdjEWq3LF9Ah3vJxCynHVfT0aYVjd0j6bZk7hCUicKm1FS3vFnUTSJEevivHkKha/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFMc2ZSmsoZQG3G-OCoKj4WCRVRObExHZ1HA9pA_9x-QcnhAkh1tO8QL13FMthzcHyTb09gEfWBoflWdjEWq3LF9Ah3vJxCynHVfT0aYVjd0j6bZk7hCUicKm1FS3vFnUTSJEevivHkKha/s400/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441678853694434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Mr. Broad ordered this one- spicy seafood pasta. Looked better than it was. The pasta was watery. Was it the tomatoes? The pasta not being fully drained? Not sure, but water in your pasta? Never a good thing.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-U7_UQtEOa77ZDcBi9VIlM_VaHXH4LHKjsQgXVNtd4FISFeSXN4ylGBhm94FH5GeAmW8DgmjAfJA3G9Q8GD1BAOPiUVdiWCeXqxqLPnKlaSfTsHqlH2FY6S0wzRSCcq8Lojalm4WYbJo/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr-U7_UQtEOa77ZDcBi9VIlM_VaHXH4LHKjsQgXVNtd4FISFeSXN4ylGBhm94FH5GeAmW8DgmjAfJA3G9Q8GD1BAOPiUVdiWCeXqxqLPnKlaSfTsHqlH2FY6S0wzRSCcq8Lojalm4WYbJo/s400/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441686499289954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>These are Shark Balls. How could you NOT order them. </div><div>Note: They are fried balls made from shark. Not... ya know. Taste- Not bad. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iBjrURc34fyweZjSmOuJ5o1TgaCC73-uHXPiMmQJuikU5GtxftzhWosAR488-kHA4UqoV836Jb68fvNNEiMj400ZEy59H_gMT56pCvkgJhaR5_qKVeheiQVVHeqFq5PahY8m_aIxCmBw/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iBjrURc34fyweZjSmOuJ5o1TgaCC73-uHXPiMmQJuikU5GtxftzhWosAR488-kHA4UqoV836Jb68fvNNEiMj400ZEy59H_gMT56pCvkgJhaR5_qKVeheiQVVHeqFq5PahY8m_aIxCmBw/s400/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441696940347986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Introducing the worst steak. ever. And the worst meal we had on the island.</div><div><i>Note to self: If you are surrounded by ocean. Do not order meat. </i> If I hadn't stopped Mr. Broad from trying to cut the steak I think he would have still been trying to slice it. Ugh. Tough. Came with a lot of side items that weren't that bad (that is fried manioc- which tastes somewhat like a french fry). </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpHBoF1dTByNv7IaXiSiya7T23lMrKc7fwL3ushxj1oMs6iKOIyKfYnUaowUKZON-VI-x_lh0UOgHPKZnXZUhFwforWN3TsZq7paEzMfaYJC_AdAJtCPNe46JCgxTAs-LPM5ZQmXGxU3n/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpHBoF1dTByNv7IaXiSiya7T23lMrKc7fwL3ushxj1oMs6iKOIyKfYnUaowUKZON-VI-x_lh0UOgHPKZnXZUhFwforWN3TsZq7paEzMfaYJC_AdAJtCPNe46JCgxTAs-LPM5ZQmXGxU3n/s400/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443167171030274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We went off the beaten path (is that even possible in Fernando?) with some new friends we met at our Pousada. Go Canada! An ecological restaurant that specialized in Lobster. Uh yes please. </div><div>Again a meal that serves two people. Luckily this decision was easier for Mr. Broad and I.</div><div>Large and impressive.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkToqiKbM4kpNeTIHYGtzpQl6ckJncLmxGW-lyYkXQnqok6GK_h_2GLtwa2-Ar_GhM92UGPc1tst2gfetK9qRJKxVzVfRQMIMrqrnEIT4k14VizkuLMNm3B_ph3kwfjfuHU1zmTdTRREi/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkToqiKbM4kpNeTIHYGtzpQl6ckJncLmxGW-lyYkXQnqok6GK_h_2GLtwa2-Ar_GhM92UGPc1tst2gfetK9qRJKxVzVfRQMIMrqrnEIT4k14VizkuLMNm3B_ph3kwfjfuHU1zmTdTRREi/s400/DSC01050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443176553021602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Our new Canadian friends went with the lobster and shrimp (I think?) moqueca. They confirmed it was tasty but I think they had secret menu envy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmuJe3PiSenwO1PRWL3vgGUMSQUaHh2IHZu2qm5bD-4k26ZoJZDRvPmjN-o9As5S2Y3_R4g54mQI2XiD9-yxzqaEgZ4LqWLrCouy8jFnsIazBS0E8UVP2LPHolWsEekbX7RnD75BZRnVU/s1600-h/DSC01053.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmuJe3PiSenwO1PRWL3vgGUMSQUaHh2IHZu2qm5bD-4k26ZoJZDRvPmjN-o9As5S2Y3_R4g54mQI2XiD9-yxzqaEgZ4LqWLrCouy8jFnsIazBS0E8UVP2LPHolWsEekbX7RnD75BZRnVU/s400/DSC01053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400443180100982418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And Acai. (pronounced Ah-sah-ee)</div><div>It's a fruit that is now pretty popular and somewhat trendy superfood. The new pomegranate if you will. Tastes like... a slushy? Best with bananas and granola, definitely refreshing. Not the last Acai I ate on our trip... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EDFo1K2O2HSkQi4PqF4aQmT52EUL76r0wdHKlVBoh5EV3pe_9Wuv9epprCC-GkVjFZ9q06_aig61zl3VaKYpMYr_1hhtTZJJVOVaH3MNBwwhK3CcEtv19Qj0cQlUKeGR6Z6X4VNj8K4D/s1600-h/DSC01067.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0EDFo1K2O2HSkQi4PqF4aQmT52EUL76r0wdHKlVBoh5EV3pe_9Wuv9epprCC-GkVjFZ9q06_aig61zl3VaKYpMYr_1hhtTZJJVOVaH3MNBwwhK3CcEtv19Qj0cQlUKeGR6Z6X4VNj8K4D/s400/DSC01067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400448319855496290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And because why not. Mr. Broad walked by a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malagueta_pepper">Malagueta pepper plant</a>. So guess who tried it. Oh the reaction was priceless. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF5H55nkt9ykiR2Yhsi_jw96nL2zuCJa1nwQJTcALNIpKyee8tNNE7YAD6mif9aT9eYtySo0vJHCm7QYDzJVmgxDScZMytrByT-jC-ppof5hPMe3z8HGeNBeQQvrcyxgBEaT4m_3iKPl6/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaF5H55nkt9ykiR2Yhsi_jw96nL2zuCJa1nwQJTcALNIpKyee8tNNE7YAD6mif9aT9eYtySo0vJHCm7QYDzJVmgxDScZMytrByT-jC-ppof5hPMe3z8HGeNBeQQvrcyxgBEaT4m_3iKPl6/s400/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400457167332306642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>But really. While the food prices were high, we were on an island. The real higlights was not the food but rather the views. Oh the views. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>The highlights. Of the sights</b></div></div><div><br /></div><div>We went snorkeling in this cove one day. Only 25 people allowed at one time. To preserve it and stuff. Mr. Broad was tempted to pee in this part of the ocean. Verdict is still out if he accomplished his mission.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTSFSYwZpLjNa79Swlvg6IP7RFOLyUiTWuF0MbBcjZo5zkyAc0W1lRHLAL3lfRfEu1q0MFYzkChGHkyacwBxuM03PX4-esTH4u5SpF0b6xsuDHtLY6R9Obr6bkYnmO1HrmDfPRkZDuLm5/s1600-h/P1020133.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPTSFSYwZpLjNa79Swlvg6IP7RFOLyUiTWuF0MbBcjZo5zkyAc0W1lRHLAL3lfRfEu1q0MFYzkChGHkyacwBxuM03PX4-esTH4u5SpF0b6xsuDHtLY6R9Obr6bkYnmO1HrmDfPRkZDuLm5/s400/P1020133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463671490144642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We may not surf. But we can take pictures of it. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiew2SHPgeUH_rNoEMalqtHfaA7qQqA26Twi9bGjFRpAqfGqkBePZ0VWBnQGwsvMhT-16AjBjjcGA8gS_WpKb8Kv4ivUM4HfBcx0Opuh1DAphG7bZ-GzGbMG7nyyXkfWm2aD0bVMWeaeEcl/s1600-h/P1020105.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiew2SHPgeUH_rNoEMalqtHfaA7qQqA26Twi9bGjFRpAqfGqkBePZ0VWBnQGwsvMhT-16AjBjjcGA8gS_WpKb8Kv4ivUM4HfBcx0Opuh1DAphG7bZ-GzGbMG7nyyXkfWm2aD0bVMWeaeEcl/s400/P1020105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463663552025378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>There main roads (there are like 2) are paved but the majority of the streets are composed of dirt. And rocks. Not like pebbles but large rocks. And boulders. That can kill you. So this is their mode of transport on the island, buggys.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>We did a buggy tour and saw every 22 beaches around the island. Our cut, built, stoic, speedo wearing Brazilian tour guide took us around on his buggy. And he rode a sting ray Steve Irwin style while pointing out sea turtles.</div><div>Bad Ass.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLlrZz9oNId_6CSKmelRuEZeLRorliBcfD3vBz26FnhuV7Tlb9io9SxtAezivNVJIAYV32EaRMYKDDK-NQE8nv6wcgg3USI_LfzW9J8UBtV5wRW1MXLk0jNPRhxiNoCJC_gaEkY1eIg0A/s1600-h/P1020336.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHLlrZz9oNId_6CSKmelRuEZeLRorliBcfD3vBz26FnhuV7Tlb9io9SxtAezivNVJIAYV32EaRMYKDDK-NQE8nv6wcgg3USI_LfzW9J8UBtV5wRW1MXLk0jNPRhxiNoCJC_gaEkY1eIg0A/s400/P1020336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463658780948626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2VPsxYVMe4rKALcapl3HSupRSI75cra50waQaXzx2imfAimUEfjFnSRbidxWGxviVS_vbQ6hWgiFa8r2gkhThSqs0OYhSuFg09KyTZt5rB_7EaeV_vHLKOzHKFPBew3K2-hjkkZrFrV1/s1600-h/P1020391.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2VPsxYVMe4rKALcapl3HSupRSI75cra50waQaXzx2imfAimUEfjFnSRbidxWGxviVS_vbQ6hWgiFa8r2gkhThSqs0OYhSuFg09KyTZt5rB_7EaeV_vHLKOzHKFPBew3K2-hjkkZrFrV1/s400/P1020391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400457176284582978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBs8O74CKotIKGTV8UJJfI6-mX66E_TxZtddcMtkzPqd7fevuQ4lwIlbitgkBJnmqJHdydavvbEH2o6_sY8uWnk4VlFFWuB4SYl6AbyAfiyJrGEXRho0-_wDznt6yGEsdN_MRqN1oOHJ1/s1600-h/P1020384.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBs8O74CKotIKGTV8UJJfI6-mX66E_TxZtddcMtkzPqd7fevuQ4lwIlbitgkBJnmqJHdydavvbEH2o6_sY8uWnk4VlFFWuB4SYl6AbyAfiyJrGEXRho0-_wDznt6yGEsdN_MRqN1oOHJ1/s400/P1020384.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400457179281174226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxhU0q-8S9PGRaAR1iTISSN2Ck5iWTWvOSCg-l2Yb2lSSLWNVKuRcjowicgOyEsX6KflmrWRUdOr9JtrzeQIRXSVhZXYd60-FpBGRXo0ZYQQNO7z7lGwW6RAc03pcBXIpyxCeiyNGESH9/s1600-h/P1020279.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxhU0q-8S9PGRaAR1iTISSN2Ck5iWTWvOSCg-l2Yb2lSSLWNVKuRcjowicgOyEsX6KflmrWRUdOr9JtrzeQIRXSVhZXYd60-FpBGRXo0ZYQQNO7z7lGwW6RAc03pcBXIpyxCeiyNGESH9/s400/P1020279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471161618449394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0m3_Z_hyphenhyphenzke0lhCQ-Ct37qX3eAOnei-56kROZ8yABgXzcw0LYcNUKYyYsF-SCwRe9CpUiz9V0iGZv4qXL1ziDx1F5ktyZT7BSBu83e291f2kJShAbiU-X3CdHqYt9IjIxS7ccApnoIbCQ/s400/P1020210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400457174430047826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>*Took a boat tour around the island to see dolphins. Lots and lots of dolphins. More snorkeling. More views. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNC0LuKJ43swMutqeOTBkFYqwLCTUlLkwkIE4pyD7NsPllZej3qOa0IwG1jYTI4ih5J2hlNECc0mcPYPZWjH5TbQVTgtok2lKi9F0ar1QvZWaW-sfDN7MJ0iDXJjdMBkegtlqpanoPzMgR/s1600-h/P1020157.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNC0LuKJ43swMutqeOTBkFYqwLCTUlLkwkIE4pyD7NsPllZej3qOa0IwG1jYTI4ih5J2hlNECc0mcPYPZWjH5TbQVTgtok2lKi9F0ar1QvZWaW-sfDN7MJ0iDXJjdMBkegtlqpanoPzMgR/s400/P1020157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400457184214678002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>In case you want a break to go to church</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpVoa4-OPjDWHmlAK-mEAlzFZX9qU9IaSXq4KSzCQZmI3xegfd8QZpVwV4uz_51U9q3YZ2SraXFk-ECi98GrmQ5I1PlfTXL9sIcd79WdePR8TxDBvPQ2mplmtS_dJccd_cNM5zryyiyL0/s1600-h/P1020113.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpVoa4-OPjDWHmlAK-mEAlzFZX9qU9IaSXq4KSzCQZmI3xegfd8QZpVwV4uz_51U9q3YZ2SraXFk-ECi98GrmQ5I1PlfTXL9sIcd79WdePR8TxDBvPQ2mplmtS_dJccd_cNM5zryyiyL0/s400/P1020113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471163723670994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>It's like a Coronha commercial. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNBvYZgbpPSU2GzCNX9D4plr2TMUKDGhwvIgDhFkAhjvXED2Jy0rJ-Lnm6Bpn5FoYCDjuGkrcplGgxGO7Aciye_SRCjiPu5DFMn5cv-n4SAsQLS1uSZ9NYoLF5Lm_sSHEjSs5DEPFS6fU/s1600-h/P1020431.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNBvYZgbpPSU2GzCNX9D4plr2TMUKDGhwvIgDhFkAhjvXED2Jy0rJ-Lnm6Bpn5FoYCDjuGkrcplGgxGO7Aciye_SRCjiPu5DFMn5cv-n4SAsQLS1uSZ9NYoLF5Lm_sSHEjSs5DEPFS6fU/s400/P1020431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400463676825887266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Overall Fernando went like this: </div><div>*Snorkel. Lay in a hammock. Drink crappy beer. Check out another beach. Snorkel. Drink more beer. Hammock. Meet people from your Pousada even though they don't all speak English. Drink lots of beer with them. Oh and apply sunscreen. Lots and lots of sunscreen. </div><div><br /></div><div>In some order.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Note: Mr. Broad had to eventually tell me to end this blog post. Otherwise I could have kept posting pictures. But there are more. Lots and lots more. Because not all beaches look alike. </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Check in at the airport. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDx7s-gTIW7yoz7IQ_MKfO3Bq0XRzQE-fad9rCTapjPhEk1VVL4cclZanTNM1d5ES-ASa-CwY0fG8Lc8nU-LkDlSvyfXkPuHwkIP8mTBkjuv1JXWUu32dn8WyPRU8SJWVeZGWTERoIk0ED/s1600-h/DSC01074.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDx7s-gTIW7yoz7IQ_MKfO3Bq0XRzQE-fad9rCTapjPhEk1VVL4cclZanTNM1d5ES-ASa-CwY0fG8Lc8nU-LkDlSvyfXkPuHwkIP8mTBkjuv1JXWUu32dn8WyPRU8SJWVeZGWTERoIk0ED/s400/DSC01074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471171246067234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></i></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-30700755928256578562009-11-02T21:10:00.013-05:002010-04-04T15:29:40.506-04:00Less than 24 hours in Olinda<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum-YOdEECh3YEY7N-ZFIFIDEM5l1QiCYeVIggYKjvb_HL9dSoYMslP6984afjgO-RM5SVYAvplhntKW6m3wKVPXp8yud5rCG_vdcnYM9KjzzADxEYbwTLqCBTHmBfAG-SrLpM7Emlq5nw/s1600-h/P1020060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgum-YOdEECh3YEY7N-ZFIFIDEM5l1QiCYeVIggYKjvb_HL9dSoYMslP6984afjgO-RM5SVYAvplhntKW6m3wKVPXp8yud5rCG_vdcnYM9KjzzADxEYbwTLqCBTHmBfAG-SrLpM7Emlq5nw/s400/P1020060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709816500205522" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">From New York to Dulles, VA to Sao Paolo to Rio to Recife. We got there.</div><div>Man, I love airplanes. What we do in order to use up airline miles. </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>"Olinda is the Greenwich Village for Recife." Hmm, Lonely Planet you have intrigued us.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Recife">Recife</a> is a city in the northeastern Brazil (pp 2 million) and within it is a town called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olinda">Olinda</a> (pp 400K). </div><div>It really was a go between city before we could get to Fernando de Noronha because we. were. not. going. on an airplane again. For another day. </div><div><br /></div><div>While we were really only there less than 24 hours, we did get some meals in and observe some sights. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just in time for dinner on a Saturday night (Mr. Broad totally planned that one) we found a restaurant from his savvy internet research-- <a href="http://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=pt&u=http://www.oficinadosabor.com/&ei=wabvSpD1LsytlAf70OHqCA&sa=X&oi=translate&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CAoQ7gEwAA&prev=/search%3Fq%3Doficina%2Bdo%2Bsabor%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den">Oficina do Sabor</a>. Ooh atmosphere. </div><div><i>PS- Thank you Google for your translator.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>We ordered the pumpkin stew with shrimp and lobster for two. Presentation was Top Chef quality. There was a cheese melted on top too. Sounds interesting but it really worked. Or we were just hungry and lethargic. </div><div><i>Note: Pumpkin and Brazil. We noticed it a lot throughout Brazil; thoughts anyone?? </i></div><div><i>Another note: Agreeing on a dish with Mr. Broad is harder than you would think.</i></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sooFaKB8_rEStK9bSKQP9vWqfvF8IUqD4I-N1s1-gY0X2hNSJh2m9QTgSZOyqhRw83E5Wn3Yphuqx9vsJZcYmrqF6FMgj4zl0t2HnRjjJg98JdL0w2MhZGt2BdVBVJXrM9TdzQjglzGi/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7sooFaKB8_rEStK9bSKQP9vWqfvF8IUqD4I-N1s1-gY0X2hNSJh2m9QTgSZOyqhRw83E5Wn3Yphuqx9vsJZcYmrqF6FMgj4zl0t2HnRjjJg98JdL0w2MhZGt2BdVBVJXrM9TdzQjglzGi/s400/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399703355861234066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Next up we walked the cobblestone streets. Plenty of history in this colonial town dating back to the 1500, it's now a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UNESCO">UNESCO</a> site. Oh and there's a huge Carnival there to rival Rio's in February.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, we found to the street food section. It was as if Mr. Broad's name was being called...</div><div><br /></div><div>First up a stop at an Afoxe club/bar. Man, we're so cultured. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWuFqQL64a2MlAMoxXKFL6RaeMsoOZG1LDFO0Eg4qMK0Pb6wACn1UmqWRM5bm302L68eM6hNrzYbRWsRCxjQdULDqus8esCKS4wtWa9ZKgywJKwfhzrjJ4yOn9jsqcehZSdVpm1k0al4q/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWuFqQL64a2MlAMoxXKFL6RaeMsoOZG1LDFO0Eg4qMK0Pb6wACn1UmqWRM5bm302L68eM6hNrzYbRWsRCxjQdULDqus8esCKS4wtWa9ZKgywJKwfhzrjJ4yOn9jsqcehZSdVpm1k0al4q/s400/DSC00818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709812364128450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then as if it was late night 3am pizza (or 11pm in our case), Mr. Broad found what he was looking for. </div><div>Street meat. </div><div><br /></div><div>Presenting...<b> </b><a href="http://chowhound.chow.com/topics/279331"><b>Acaraje</b></a><b>. </b> Something about a stuffed bean pate, shrimp, and lots of spices. And fried. This $2 dish below was easily Mr. Broad's favorite item he ate all 2 weeks. </div><div>Sorry for the spoiler.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeqAQAm5z55xuxwVOSo5R8ppQv99j22LFuIxZf0SMfXE-hFy9mwW6mC0I4w5s0eQc8YWiUBogR_DY5-EhOWU-GcIZ5_arB9aHPrceUJWtywhx5jacZMo05IakjFqqVbtV8QpLVIzZxRUN/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEeqAQAm5z55xuxwVOSo5R8ppQv99j22LFuIxZf0SMfXE-hFy9mwW6mC0I4w5s0eQc8YWiUBogR_DY5-EhOWU-GcIZ5_arB9aHPrceUJWtywhx5jacZMo05IakjFqqVbtV8QpLVIzZxRUN/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399703364683505058" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The next morning we tried the ever popular <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapioca"><b>Tapioca</b></a>. Not exactly the pudding variety familiar in the dairy aisles in the supermarket. </div><div>It is a stark white pancake that Brazilians use and put either sweet or salty toppings on them. Eaten like a taco or crepe. This was a dried beef one with cheese. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5b3m3Ec3JXplZ6O8mL0pEcRAUCWcJK6ZqKmBKetAC38aAznAfKeoTgq_ynOws0UKpbv0XW-Kr_aG7GPc4fxIAYjP_7syFgLnyGRRRvqDxKJhZTpJq1TVi9Pp6YrXLDmDKS0DBt_kURZg/s1600-h/P1020096.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5b3m3Ec3JXplZ6O8mL0pEcRAUCWcJK6ZqKmBKetAC38aAznAfKeoTgq_ynOws0UKpbv0XW-Kr_aG7GPc4fxIAYjP_7syFgLnyGRRRvqDxKJhZTpJq1TVi9Pp6YrXLDmDKS0DBt_kURZg/s400/P1020096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399712446652052130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Others not photographed included Chocolate and cheese; and Dulche de Leche with Coconut</i></div><div>Not bad, just a bit flavorless.</div><div><br /></div><div>And sights.</div><div>You can see Recife in the distance. Pretty cool... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWvMLQzFghZFlsb4GukOX2fbju9lFVKVXvjhl2Kajm7oKBVrGZXo8QsesBgsUTuueOFxntyUPcSqAJttsp_fZIJMX7DFhMbsT9a89o-peBIhVGZVJOvfMSAnt5llcOj8aGKevxbAAldFl/s1600-h/P1020071.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWvMLQzFghZFlsb4GukOX2fbju9lFVKVXvjhl2Kajm7oKBVrGZXo8QsesBgsUTuueOFxntyUPcSqAJttsp_fZIJMX7DFhMbsT9a89o-peBIhVGZVJOvfMSAnt5llcOj8aGKevxbAAldFl/s400/P1020071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709826282584978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div>A church</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tCFsaygLPhshOpnj75Q3wp4rgE0Bb4Vd6lHKi7tPMqzphg4tvd2exaQVtN74OMJQa0Jqmd1uUWDQdXzDzkcGHIC7AXFYVpMmSTiKHAhpLv_p66U1Rj0cWI3G-L8cp3fmofo2vm75yvr4/s1600-h/P1020068.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2tCFsaygLPhshOpnj75Q3wp4rgE0Bb4Vd6lHKi7tPMqzphg4tvd2exaQVtN74OMJQa0Jqmd1uUWDQdXzDzkcGHIC7AXFYVpMmSTiKHAhpLv_p66U1Rj0cWI3G-L8cp3fmofo2vm75yvr4/s400/P1020068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399711531540133186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Take a picture of a random Brazilian and you feel ohso National Geographic... </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ8GSxZoH2WxlCoYvnwN2EcwFcm_RNRcZaP7OmStP08jrvxVymGV2TfqwNnhwoIGnUA6gO98pdwNk_VIF06qB_F0UBDDBUiOWcGJ71pwJSFL9kYx2RKR8Axj3rvfGntGDNW1NhLvvR2x0/s1600-h/P1020067.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZ8GSxZoH2WxlCoYvnwN2EcwFcm_RNRcZaP7OmStP08jrvxVymGV2TfqwNnhwoIGnUA6gO98pdwNk_VIF06qB_F0UBDDBUiOWcGJ71pwJSFL9kYx2RKR8Axj3rvfGntGDNW1NhLvvR2x0/s400/P1020067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399709823206611314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And again.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJwrePF5h3RdtM5qOBnwxZvc_s5hn2hhVYjVPGhLpJ-C6KeB8aS0rb9l44ucs6kFe8_4ufnde5eRILdjzEfKu1vtgfFmEAvoNQE5WH0JQ9aIdjvTym7fPSpfGayesl9JklMwrgq0ZJTva/s1600-h/P1020089.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBJwrePF5h3RdtM5qOBnwxZvc_s5hn2hhVYjVPGhLpJ-C6KeB8aS0rb9l44ucs6kFe8_4ufnde5eRILdjzEfKu1vtgfFmEAvoNQE5WH0JQ9aIdjvTym7fPSpfGayesl9JklMwrgq0ZJTva/s400/P1020089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399711538442188658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div>But seriously, I loved Olinda but it did not remind us of Greenwich. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGhLJ5DfLdqV9ma211cR_Dk5LAD_ulHUPe65MIQRfAoJHORs7gV8_f7ehv96ACcnwCaCE95OZe4bE9ju5_GKn8ES6lbfdMmbOCKLUAVHbQCBSigip0ogOn0wqSG_UZ1XdmL-8s0pFazWo/s1600-h/P1020065.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGhLJ5DfLdqV9ma211cR_Dk5LAD_ulHUPe65MIQRfAoJHORs7gV8_f7ehv96ACcnwCaCE95OZe4bE9ju5_GKn8ES6lbfdMmbOCKLUAVHbQCBSigip0ogOn0wqSG_UZ1XdmL-8s0pFazWo/s400/P1020065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399711526164663586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>People we met who spoke English: 0</div><div>Languages the church tour guide spoke: Spanish or Portuguese</div><div>Languages Mrs. Broad speaks: English</div><div>Worst tour of a church if you do not speak Spanish or Portuguese: Olinda</div><div>Number of times Mrs. Broad tush was pinched in the Afoxe bar: 2</div><div><div>Where the kids like to drink on a Saturday night: On the streets as if they tailgating</div><div>Number of times Mrs. Broad tripped walking up the cobblestone trips: infinite</div></div><div><br /></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-30025813571040474352009-11-01T13:24:00.012-05:002010-04-04T15:29:40.512-04:00Brazil... And we're back!What an amazing vacation! We saw numerous gorgeous beaches, lots of underwater wildlife, and accomplished plenty of relaxing.<br /><br />I decided to blog about our experience over the next several posts and show you some of our food adventures (or misadventures...) but wanted to give you some highlights first.<br /><br />So here you go, a fast recap of superlatives and stats.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Days on vacation: 16</div><div><br />Pictures taken: 1,190<br /><br /></div><div>Books read: Mrs: Broad- 6 (I ran out of books) Mr. Broad- 1/4 of a book. To his credit the book is called Gotham, History of New York til 1898 and is quite dense.<br /><br />Bottles of sunscreen used: 2<br /><br />Best reaction to Mr. Broad's pale skin when we arrived: 2 Brazilians touched his arm<br /><br /></div><div>Best overheard quote: "Man, if you want some good weed, you should come to the States dude."</div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs. Broad's favorite quote to her: "You look like you are Brazilian because you are so beautiful." -a Rio taxi cab driver.<br /><br />Mrs. Broad's favorite quote said to Mr. Broad after he was speaking Spanish to a Brazilian: "Uh, I don't speak Spanish, I speak English or Portugese." <span style="font-style: italic;">Said in English. Right... </span><br /><br />Number of beach vendors that walk up and down the beaches of Rio: hundreds<br /><br />Best thing to buy from a beach vendor : A piece of cheese grilled on a stick with oregano<br /><br />Weirdest thing to buy from a beach vendor: A lace tablecloth<br /><br />Number of one piece bathing suits we saw: 1<br /><br />Worst Portuguese-English translation or When you should do more than just spell check: Explanation of a ruin was,"The General's daughter liked hanging out here and it put her at ease with her 'Dawns Syndrome.'"<br /><br />Acronym that needs redefining: GLS -- For Gays, Lesbians, and Sympathizers. <span style="font-style: italic;">Umm, Brazil maybe we change that to Supporters??</span><br /><br />Best jobs of people we met: A tie with a 1) Snowboarding photographer from Switzerland and 2) a guy that worked for the Brazilian FBI (the equivalent) policing the Amazon for drug smuggling from Columbia. <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Uh, wow. </span><br /><br />Best place to see a soccer game: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Est%C3%A1dio_do_Maracan%C3%A3">Maracana Stadium</a>. There is a moat around the field so fans don't charge after the game.<br /><br />Worst place to wear a black top to: Maracana Stadium when it's the opposing team's colors.<br /><br /><div>Number of Phillies' fan we met: 2<br /><br /></div>Number of Yankees fans we met: 0<span style="font-style: italic;"> (Ugh! Seriously?)</span><br /><br />Weirdest thing we ate overall: ??? You can be the judge in upcoming posts....<br /><br />And the sights. Who can give a superlative to this?!<br /><br /><span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Olinda</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">- a cobblestone town within Recife.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT7sI3QEKZNAYudLOdVtmPVLhyUEUOuI2MPs4jk-YEnZ9Bu51SOoKPVFyWrBCJsQe7mBYYO-lzCghqYwWrCsy79N7XF9rbxPsi7a7SWeBHQHj6PswcKakyACAJOnBNZBPE5jkTuzPlWQp/s1600-h/P1020065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT7sI3QEKZNAYudLOdVtmPVLhyUEUOuI2MPs4jk-YEnZ9Bu51SOoKPVFyWrBCJsQe7mBYYO-lzCghqYwWrCsy79N7XF9rbxPsi7a7SWeBHQHj6PswcKakyACAJOnBNZBPE5jkTuzPlWQp/s400/P1020065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399277862426594130" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One of the many beaches from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Fernando de Noronha</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXpG0Lm_rqy_ykJyompCrpMbB8KXcAACqit3XXbiH6jecuH7BYznLnA6ImV4uy3cm5Y5NsUqDB1YI_9nvjwe5lqIlS-wqB0EYZH_ZXiRy-EPqNJGItU67Oocbgr8GR1NycYLUVqibQXHqH/s1600-h/P1020317.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXpG0Lm_rqy_ykJyompCrpMbB8KXcAACqit3XXbiH6jecuH7BYznLnA6ImV4uy3cm5Y5NsUqDB1YI_9nvjwe5lqIlS-wqB0EYZH_ZXiRy-EPqNJGItU67Oocbgr8GR1NycYLUVqibQXHqH/s400/P1020317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266088680315602" border="0" /></a><br />See that trail... that's how you get down there. Plus two ladders that go straight down 200 feet. Plus a lot of praying. A whole lot of praying.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVwwvQb8kcZJxyR55-PmQFSuGvBW1kZpMzFb6mo-bxX7t7OsI6gkyGGl8ROs6rSx_PRu9r6vFGIY1iBCEBSuh3iFhnY3_il9vJxrRNOY775JPerViNakesMYJ0cdifBFmJyKpQGBffz6O/s1600-h/P1020273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVwwvQb8kcZJxyR55-PmQFSuGvBW1kZpMzFb6mo-bxX7t7OsI6gkyGGl8ROs6rSx_PRu9r6vFGIY1iBCEBSuh3iFhnY3_il9vJxrRNOY775JPerViNakesMYJ0cdifBFmJyKpQGBffz6O/s400/P1020273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266104022247986" border="0" /></a><br />Hundreds of dolphins we saw!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4CK928sRYoKJaFBz5S3KO7bbgWnWFoS9XaWhHsyKSVS08q9kWqrDF4eDk3JMAaFkUzOYxlNFhcAy40nInfcdWGu1u1IsJnBGK6oI1oU3qNyX3DQ4clc0dXd-CamgMyo8X4JfcXXcTVj_/s1600-h/P1020162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4CK928sRYoKJaFBz5S3KO7bbgWnWFoS9XaWhHsyKSVS08q9kWqrDF4eDk3JMAaFkUzOYxlNFhcAy40nInfcdWGu1u1IsJnBGK6oI1oU3qNyX3DQ4clc0dXd-CamgMyo8X4JfcXXcTVj_/s400/P1020162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399266100564866002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />More beaches from<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Fernando de Noronha</span> (there are lots of these but I'll try to cut them down on the blog updates). Notice how deserted they are...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCZ9rRsHLji4DtcqBj0HUfIGDfYLKsvo_0y7boxMxRuaF3K0HvvVwGhaq5evTfr11NDN-QtA3ny8qGXqCKpi9ZXlMEfqiev5yIKGkSpd4rq7yDasXcRHNYwV8cKE8su9b3VXF_KKZn_j8/s1600-h/P1020358.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCZ9rRsHLji4DtcqBj0HUfIGDfYLKsvo_0y7boxMxRuaF3K0HvvVwGhaq5evTfr11NDN-QtA3ny8qGXqCKpi9ZXlMEfqiev5yIKGkSpd4rq7yDasXcRHNYwV8cKE8su9b3VXF_KKZn_j8/s400/P1020358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399267944488040290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtvggMeDNBCs1fQzO1E8ZIYwar5ocHEYoZiQB_1IA4oyi4In-pjfjk5SdFGnXJuJs03X-_QZcfUdHdL5SzjPq_COktDiJ4KZklRgBKw0i993lvImD52h3vH6z-scBGCiszm7G8dSROhPQ/s1600-h/P1020361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixtvggMeDNBCs1fQzO1E8ZIYwar5ocHEYoZiQB_1IA4oyi4In-pjfjk5SdFGnXJuJs03X-_QZcfUdHdL5SzjPq_COktDiJ4KZklRgBKw0i993lvImD52h3vH6z-scBGCiszm7G8dSROhPQ/s400/P1020361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399267937225350146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CV2ynR_QXM551F7s2OfniX9_PInirwcT680Fw1wlJgN3mopeJ85ZaLHwL5mckIbCa4idC61Ynu8jy3KkAhWTZaqbeE7mSCfTMsWLfwpM0LrrK_QCWX_a-E6uEw5U8S0ZuG5QG23nDyED/s1600-h/P1020406.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3CV2ynR_QXM551F7s2OfniX9_PInirwcT680Fw1wlJgN3mopeJ85ZaLHwL5mckIbCa4idC61Ynu8jy3KkAhWTZaqbeE7mSCfTMsWLfwpM0LrrK_QCWX_a-E6uEw5U8S0ZuG5QG23nDyED/s400/P1020406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399267945917348770" border="0" /></a><br />Best place to watch a sunset-<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&source=hp&q=jericoacoara&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi">Jericoacara</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ncWwQj0rMsumyrHdC7R44nYXNBdCGMxQEIpS_uK1GTAelf8QoSJE6LwctOnQCZrZC5FWDkiT3b-EAoTqXuxcuu3kZ7FjLd5il8WB3e-78IRxBr8Mt7x4wlsQ528LN0rQfzCoBJnbihGg/s1600-h/P1020520.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ncWwQj0rMsumyrHdC7R44nYXNBdCGMxQEIpS_uK1GTAelf8QoSJE6LwctOnQCZrZC5FWDkiT3b-EAoTqXuxcuu3kZ7FjLd5il8WB3e-78IRxBr8Mt7x4wlsQ528LN0rQfzCoBJnbihGg/s400/P1020520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399269496759812098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgXl1eNM-H3mH0jed9K7mjCKKejEHXTWvs6ajrfqhCkyg7pbuabX1fDjMDyydivnrko_p8kHPDVgZEUHfU4QKdMNQnOqmA-77rdpVZoFF_0xZqqqMLzmdjnh80Tj2CILXQHaiN1dMmiz6/s1600-h/P1020497.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgXl1eNM-H3mH0jed9K7mjCKKejEHXTWvs6ajrfqhCkyg7pbuabX1fDjMDyydivnrko_p8kHPDVgZEUHfU4QKdMNQnOqmA-77rdpVZoFF_0xZqqqMLzmdjnh80Tj2CILXQHaiN1dMmiz6/s400/P1020497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399269487831670690" border="0" /></a>Might as well ski down the sand dune...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcT9Y1sYUNbHwwf6WUBqrMvR_88KN_uu554UfrPcuD9wiQZjWGWoKmVTceV17VYYJQom92eB8xmBwCOPrSwEUsx9vdlgyz3wXOFC-CILnZrzTuzoa-26_5VND8U_YG1H3jeYvtDdWZtwF/s1600-h/P1020543.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjcT9Y1sYUNbHwwf6WUBqrMvR_88KN_uu554UfrPcuD9wiQZjWGWoKmVTceV17VYYJQom92eB8xmBwCOPrSwEUsx9vdlgyz3wXOFC-CILnZrzTuzoa-26_5VND8U_YG1H3jeYvtDdWZtwF/s400/P1020543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399269503913984354" border="0" /></a><br />And<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Rio de Janeiro</span><br /><br />Scene from Ipanema Beach<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_MFSaK7TqlCTiBUWfIKRJCyyuaRo1rUfa26DK_YVFvqcq8YCeEoiNJnYCLeVrB_62naRVig2WpyPwlkNQEUcNmxSxsGN5uvRQBhElTebSitUDyNXsa9BQigGB08G8R_ZP_Yw5FDrcxQK/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_MFSaK7TqlCTiBUWfIKRJCyyuaRo1rUfa26DK_YVFvqcq8YCeEoiNJnYCLeVrB_62naRVig2WpyPwlkNQEUcNmxSxsGN5uvRQBhElTebSitUDyNXsa9BQigGB08G8R_ZP_Yw5FDrcxQK/s400/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399272600387762882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgfxvDqAiNpMmvM8F-todUtV1QqbkgAP7fvZJIut0LyuegQcx3cEFcHy9gA1hBdmCfdBPDZeYmKXUoXw2AAQKZaxrT2pwIZNMxPstLTrw8ue3uhY6A1VASuV-s3chF2FVB2YI2K3TWqph/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgfxvDqAiNpMmvM8F-todUtV1QqbkgAP7fvZJIut0LyuegQcx3cEFcHy9gA1hBdmCfdBPDZeYmKXUoXw2AAQKZaxrT2pwIZNMxPstLTrw8ue3uhY6A1VASuV-s3chF2FVB2YI2K3TWqph/s400/DSC01390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399274766054394434" border="0" /></a><br />Lots of coconut drinks on the beach<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ9Oaf_PkdHVgmyLNZzmnDH34g-KFkmlmConEZOdKBM3iPgaxXbZ1NVhAfeit40AfyxIJIXd7Uczi_OqBGDLJU-CH8_bnyi8uafWWaJeZWavBvL__x51NNLq2DyVMSW3Oo7ZTnmbMn8Tt/s1600-h/DSC01377.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCZ9Oaf_PkdHVgmyLNZzmnDH34g-KFkmlmConEZOdKBM3iPgaxXbZ1NVhAfeit40AfyxIJIXd7Uczi_OqBGDLJU-CH8_bnyi8uafWWaJeZWavBvL__x51NNLq2DyVMSW3Oo7ZTnmbMn8Tt/s400/DSC01377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399272611970458866" border="0" /></a><br />A poor shot of a favella<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZF4TLWaf6LsRdI57AgthRwTAwPrrXTLYMe9LChgjX2AWr1Coql6j_it7qEFW28ZllYLi2HAPIbKM-DaGJa4bTpbMdAfpOGyjVp-EJCdMPSHEccoh84ciA9m8o0gC0vn0s-VaIGyLd9CRT/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZF4TLWaf6LsRdI57AgthRwTAwPrrXTLYMe9LChgjX2AWr1Coql6j_it7qEFW28ZllYLi2HAPIbKM-DaGJa4bTpbMdAfpOGyjVp-EJCdMPSHEccoh84ciA9m8o0gC0vn0s-VaIGyLd9CRT/s400/DSC01370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399272607740495010" border="0" /></a><br />We didn't stay here, the Copacabana Palace<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFUxPEfyCkm9tYCLk7B5kvPE0g6cQUbtkZFT1uUc2eVXOlVhKUuxIFKYvGJSfTnIgRplmLGmvZ_Vo8O31S-dbRLCzReTyh1oO_z1QLpic0bu3AofuLC_0LNnF9d-odIQ7mmoxnVtmX7II/s1600-h/P1020659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTFUxPEfyCkm9tYCLk7B5kvPE0g6cQUbtkZFT1uUc2eVXOlVhKUuxIFKYvGJSfTnIgRplmLGmvZ_Vo8O31S-dbRLCzReTyh1oO_z1QLpic0bu3AofuLC_0LNnF9d-odIQ7mmoxnVtmX7II/s400/P1020659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399274774618707410" border="0" /></a><br />And of course, the famous <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christ_the_Redeemer_%28statue%29">Christ the Redeemer</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4PGRGtldscKjxODT1Yo36q0D-wwjZwSMTniguLzVD_glxMcOusIgiPczEELbWmNcxDG7KtQZbB5FXmiPsFXoj7dYTImouIzkzSEvgUZx_CgT18DyBMiVLy5P6yZ5o9OMPyJTO0NKvh7J/s1600-h/P1020725.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4PGRGtldscKjxODT1Yo36q0D-wwjZwSMTniguLzVD_glxMcOusIgiPczEELbWmNcxDG7KtQZbB5FXmiPsFXoj7dYTImouIzkzSEvgUZx_CgT18DyBMiVLy5P6yZ5o9OMPyJTO0NKvh7J/s400/P1020725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399274773322286210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />More to come, don't you worry...<br /><br /></div>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4130640901711055936.post-91995999357020658682009-10-16T11:37:00.003-04:002010-04-04T15:29:40.519-04:00The Girl From IpanemaWell I am OFF.<br /><br />A trip that has been planned for about 11 months (Airlines Miles how I heart thee!!). Before the Olympics and World Cup make it like totally popular. (<em>because no one has heard of Rio before this??)</em><br /><br />Mr. Broad and I are taking our foodie adventure skills to <strong>BRAZIL</strong>.<br /><br />So have no fear. I'll be back. In November. Enjoy Halloween, The New York City Marathon, Day Light Savings and all those other things that happen the last two weeks in November.<br /><br />Things I'm excited about in Brazil:<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_de_Noronha">The dolphins in Fernando De Noronha</a><br /><br />The <a href="http://www.jericoacoara.com/j1/pages/english/gallery/photos/activities.php">sand dune beaches </a>in Jericoacoaro. Here is their main <a href="http://www.jericoacoara.com/j1/">website </a>which took forever to load.<br /><br />And <a href="http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4GGLL_enUS304US305&q=rio%20brazil&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi">RIO</a>. We are going to this <a href="http://images.google.com/images?sourceid=navclient&rlz=1T4GGLL_enUS304US305&q=rio%20brazil&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wi">RIO</a>. NOT this <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0317248/">Rio</a>. HAVE you seen City of God? Whoa.<br /><br />Along the way I'm SURE we'll have plenty of pictures of food. Brazilian steakhouses, Brazilian nuts, and drinking from one of those coconuts. Yes. Definitely a coconut or two.<br /><br />And on that note. While I have been signing my new/old favorite Barry Manilow classic in honor of the Rio beaches.<br /><br />I found this I'd leave you with:<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eek-XeZvHn0&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /><br />Or you can compare it to the original.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKsVhyiISY8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKsVhyiISY8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mrs. Broadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152267155326808107noreply@blogger.com2