Posts Tagged ‘cafeterias’

It’s actually hilarious that the last time I was home we went to Sign of the Beefcarver. It’s basically a cafeteria and the clientelle is very, um, old. Also, they close at 8p.m. so don’t even THINK about getting too wild! We used to go with the family after church like fifteen years ago and my sister Emily suggested going when I was home as a half joke that we took completely seriously. I mean, once it was suggested, we just had to check it out.

Everything was EXACTLY the same.

Look at this. Cottage cheese. Side salad. Roast beef and mashed potatoes. I mean, how could I not? My grandpa got chicken a la king which I must say I would try next time instead. Also, do you think they gave me enough roast beef? My dad got the same thing and I was quite impressed when he cleaned his plate.

Between my sister and I, look at all this food:

The bread was warm (yum) and obviously we had to get a piece of chocolate cream pie or whatever it is in the middle.

The fun thing is that you put all your food on a tray and then you pay for it and someone *carries* it to a table for you. It took me a second to figure out what was going on. Also they have a very nice hamburger dill pickle stand that I COMPLETELY missed until we were on our way out, but don’t you worry, Emily and I snagged a few before we left.

So if you’re ever in metro Detroit, cruising down Woodward Avenue and you think to yourself, “Man, I would just *love* to eat at a cafeteria right now” – well, you know where to go.

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Yesterday was a fabulous Saturday in Brooklyn. Woke up at 8 a.m. (yes, on a Saturday) and went running for the first time in WEEKS with a brand new playlist, followed by a trip to the Brooklyn Public Library and the farmer’s market. Now I have endless amounts of peaches, plums, raspberries and blueberries as well as subway reading material for the week. Per-fect.

Later in the day I met up with my friend Lucy, who always knows what’s going on in the city when it comes to music. We went to the Park Slope Bluegrass and Oldtime Jamboree at the Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture. WTF is a Society for Ethical Culture? I have no idea. But we went there. There were a lot of older people, at least 75% of the hair in the room was white or missing completely. We felt like we had been momentarily transported to Vermont or somewhere, we definitely did not feel like we were still in New York. Some of these people had Southern accents and most of them lacked any sense of style. BUT they played some amazing Bluegrass. I am always awed by any musical abilities and some of these people with their instruments (not to mention voices) really impressed me. This one lady looked like she was 70 years old, played bluegrass bass and sang it out. If only my grandma could do that! (For the record my grandma owns an accordion, so maybe that means something.)

When we first got there, they had sold out of food so we walked two blocks to Sweet Melissa, a bakery on 7th avenue that I’ve heard of and walked by many times but never actually gotten anything from.

Well. I ordered their chicken potpie and it did NOT disappoint. I have no idea the last time when I actually had chicken pot pie was, but it’s been so blah and rainy outside, so a nice, warm, crisp chicken potpie is just what the doctor ordered.


Will you just look at that pot pie? The color is off because the lighting in the restaurant was not conducive to my photography skills, as is so often the case. But look! It is basically one giant crust that sits on top of a bowl of chicken stew. And the crust was so flaky and easy to break off into pieces, I really don’t think I have ever had better pot pie. It was comparable to the chicken stew they served at the Michigan State University cafeteria. I’m not even kidding, that was some good stuff! But it did not, of course, have that fancy crust.

Anyway, after my pot pie (and Lucy’s salad – she always gets salad!) we ordered a dessert. We got the warm flourless molten chocolate cake instead, basically, my five favorite words right there.


It was pretty good. My only complaints would be the wrapping was annoying to get around and I think I needed a glass of milk or a spoonful of vanilla ice cream to top it off. And perhaps a little more molten wouldn’t hurt. The next time I’m there I may try one of these cupcakes:


ANYWAY. This was supposed to be a post about Bluegrass. I like it. I also like that there are things called Pickin’ Tents where everyone brings their instrument, comes and goes as they please and jam along with whoever. Throughout the night we would go outside and check out the impromtu bluegrass band under the tent. My favorite is when everyone was singing along, people’s voices always surprise me.


A lot of the songs were about West Virginia. One of them I even knew from when I was like ten and would play this Carmen San Diego computer game all the time. Now that was a good game.

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