Category Archives: Fantastic Eats

Jungle Jim’s

This, good people, is Jungle Jim’s. No, it’s not a water park. It’s a grocery store.

A grocery store paradise. Like an adult Chuck-E-Cheese, without the germ infested balls. No really, they even have the singing animals stationed throughout.

While I’ve wanted to visit this superstore for months, it was not until H’s recent infatuation with exotic martini’s I had an actual need to go there. No sooner did I get a text about a certain Habanero citrus olive H sampled at Jungle Jim’s inspiring a martini, a date was set to see Spiderman followed by a much-anticipated trip to the store.

Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine a grocery store as all-encompassing and meticulously organized like JJ’s is. It’s as though foods from around the world are curated like a museum full of fine works of art. For a first time visitor, I would’ve been completely overwhelmed if not for H’s expert navigation skills (he’s been frequenting the place since high school).

Our first stop was, obviously, the olive bar. There were so many varieties I could hardly believe my eyes. While H bartered with the olive expert for extra brine to use in the martinis, they both badgered me to try these newly famous olives. I know better than trying new foods in public so I took a pass, promising I might try some in the car (I did not).

From there H led me to my version of heaven: the cheese section. A seven thousand-something pound block of cheese greeted us, with a sampling station right in front. Aged English cheddar, don’t mind if I do. What’s that you say, cheese sample lady, only $1.99? We’ll take one! The cheese section was off to a far better start than the olive bar. H led me around a regular grocery store length refrigerator, double-sided, of all the cheese separated by country. While I wouldn’t mind traveling the entire globe by way of cheese, the cute shaped cheddar was the standout for me.

Brioche bread, no problem. Lavender for cooking…would you like a dried version or the liquid simple-syrup variety? Any and every food I’ve cursed Kroger for not carrying have gathered  at JJ’s, all at very reasonable prices. I mean really, a pig’s head? Only eleven bucks. Chuckles and stares of disbelief were complimentary.

Just when I thought I couldn’t be happier, smack dab in the middle of the candy section, a pressed penny machine appeared! I started to collect pressed pennies several years ago and the fact I could commemorate such a fantastic grocery store experience sent me to cloud nine. I was so overjoyed by my new pressed penny, it wasn’t until we were leaving did I realize the singing animal behind the machine was a bear dressed as Elvis, whose quirky memorabilia is the other thing I enjoy collecting.

I pride myself in my Randy McNally-like sense of direction. At one point I didn’t know which way was up. I felt like we kept making left turns, but somehow ending up in another enchanting section. The moment I knew I had no clue how we ended up where we were a dessert table caught my eye and I found myself among an entire gluten-free section. There were gluten-free foods I didn’t know could be gluten-free. Even more fantastic was the fact the dairy free section was right across the way. This has jumped up to the number one tourist spot to bring my parents when they visit, as my dad is both gluten and dairy free. Something tells me they will be shipping a box of goodies home.

For those who know me well, it might come as a shock that I couldn’t even find time to wrap my mind around the perfectly spaced wine wonderland, which is right next to a coffee plantation, cigar humidor, and award-winning restrooms. And by restrooms I really mean meticulously decorated porta potties you could take your photo in. When I asked H if we could snap a souvenir photo he quickly reminded me we weren’t tourists. Before I had time to blink, he was leading me to the next section.

Our trip to Jungle Jim’s is what I could consider a whirlwind vacation. A nice, exotic escape from the normal everyday grocery stores that are more concerned with trying to lure customers in by bogus fuel perks than providing exceptional, quality ingredients. While we left with only a handful of goodies, I’m anticipating our next trip when I live closer and can stock up on necessities. The perfect ending to our afternoon was enjoying the sparkling lavender lemonade’s we picked up while chatting and basking in the sunshine.

Enoteca Emilia

Say what you want about Ohio (I certainly have for the last few years), but I’m here to shout it from the roof, this state has got it going on when it comes to food. I thought my birthday meal in Cleveland was a fluke last year, but after sampling a handful of other restaurants and bistros throughout the state I can’t help but be impressed.

While I’m completely smitten with A Tavola, Senate and Abigail Street, am dying to try Bakersfield (despite H’s mediocre review), I still can’t help but wonder why Cincinnati makes such a big deal about Nada. More on all this to come, first let’s talk about Enoteca Emilia, a cozy little Italian wine bar located near Hyde Park.

Unfortunately the decision to dine at EE came late in the day, so reservations were out of the question. Another unfortunate thing was the fact my visit was smack dab in the middle of lent, therefore I had to forgo the insanely amazing collection of wine they had to offer.

The menu serving as a placemat made it very tempting to continue ordering little bites. Despite not being able to indulge in wine, I loved how the red and whites were separated and listed on either side of the menu.

  

No wine means getting to try house cocktails. The one of the left was reminiscent of a grape jam kool-aid while the drink on the right was more like cough syrup. Oh how I wished I scribbled the names of them down so I know which to indulge and avoid next time (in case there is ever a next time I can’t drink wine).

  

A meat and cheese combination of Prosciutto Rosso, Robiola Bosina and Pecorino Ginepro was the perfect starter (on the left) and words can’t describe how amazing the Whipped Ricotta was (on the right). No seriously, when our bread was gone I found myself wondering if it was acceptable to spoon out the remains and eat them.

Certainly not the most exciting thing on the menu, I opted for the Caesar  salad. The whipped parmigiano crostini made my selection worth it, however I can’t wait to go back and try a selection that includes meat.

The only unsatisfactory portion of our entire meal was trying to wait patiently for hot coffee to accompany the Chocolate Mascarpone Mousse. After the first lukewarm cup arrived at the table I kindly asked for a fresh glass. When the waiter reappeared and said “I warmed it in the microwave” my head must have spun on its access, as he promptly returned for the third time with a fresh brewed cup. I mean seriously, how hard is it to keep coffee warm?

If you want a more calm and relaxed atmosphere, be sure to make reservations well in advance. We sat in the bar and although the experience wasn’t terrible, next time I would prefer to sit in the main dining room, which has a more cozy and relaxed feel. All in all, I can’t wait to go back, this time taking H who often urges me to get out of my food comfort zone, and indulge in all the wine and meat I missed on the first visit.

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Luxuriating in the Last Weeks of Winter

Alright alright, so ol Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, giving us six more weeks of winter. Big deal, right? While I for one prefer bikinis over parkas, I feel a few more weeks of winter might not be so bad. I mean, the first few weeks of winter weren’t that bad. Who am I kidding, they have been pretty great. Only a tiny dusting of snow, a small ice storm and several days in the fifties with sunshine. Yeah, I can handle a little more of that.

I realize the thought of an extended winter might terrify you, sending you straight into a cabin fever shock at thought mere thought of a snow filled, blustery delay to spring. But what if I told you the last bits of winter was the best time to take advantage of winter rates at Blackberry Farm?

I knew that would get your attention.

Located in Smoky Mountain Foothills, I knew I had to visit this whimsically idyllic property the first time I laid eyes on their websites images. Not only does this luxury hotel and resort offer a variety of activities for guests to partake in, they are known for their gourmet, farm-to-table dining experience. Although I’m dying to visit the farm during warmer weather, now is the perfect time to cozy up by a fire, read a book and get lost in the crisp winter air one last time.

If you are able to sneak in a visit to Blackberry Farm for three seasons in a row the fourth season is complimentary. Talk about luxuriating! And if you can’t manage a weekend getaway by all means, please please please browse their website and daydream about visiting. If all else fails, read the passage below and make it your winter.

The Greenhouse Effect

Less than ten hours after arriving home from a wonderful birthday weekend in Mid Ohio I was off to Cleveland for the day for work. Most people may loathe working on their birthday, but I love my job and people I work with. Combine that with a mini road trip and it was an ideal way to spend my special day.

After work we stopped by one of my favorite friends, Paul’s, house to visit with him & his wonderful fiance, Ms. Meadowbroke. (Have I ever mentioned my guy friends have the best ladies in their lives, cause they do). Unfortunately they weren’t able to join us for dinner, but luckily they recommended the Greenhouse Tavern.

There couldn’t have been a more perfect place in all of Ohio to have dinner at. GHT is the first certified green restaurant in Ohio, serving up dishes using local and organic ingredients.

[Our view from the outdoor patio]

Upon entering GHT to get a table I was smitten. The interior was filled with so many of my favorite things: reclaimed wood, recycled bicycle wheels turned into lamps and walls filled with gorgeous black and white photos of surfers by Cleveland photographer Billy Delfs. I felt as though I had time traveled to  a cozy Midwest farm-house with  luxurious Parisian accents throughout. I’ll admit, I was a little taken back with the hostesses badattitude, but I wasn’t going to let her rain on my parade.

Everything the hostess lacked (personality and style) our server made up for. He was so charming and entertaining. When he was talking about the different foods and explaining menu items it was apparent he genuinely had a love for his job.

Speaking of the menu…I don’t claim to know one thing about fancy food nor do I like to try new things. Most menus at exceptional restaurants give me anxiety with the descriptions of the entrees and I’m usually left feeling like I needed a xanex after reading it. This was not the case at GHT. There were so many wonderful choices so I went with the four course chefs tasting menu. And it was only forty-four dollars. What. A. Steal.

  

    

    

Birthday Dinner
Drink: Cuvee J.M. Sparkling Rose/Touraine, France Monmousseau NV
Firsts: Bacon Wrapped Peaches w/ red wine soubise, blue cheese, cilantro & mint
Seconds: Crispy Chicken Wings Confit w/ roasted jalapeño, lemon juice, scallions & garlic
Thirds: Pan Fried Pork Chop Saltimbocca w/ sage, country ham, pommes purée, scrapple & red eye gravy
Fourths:Pommes Frites w/ raw garlic, rosemary & aioli
Desserts: Buttered Popcorn Pot de Crème w/ caramel & sea salt and Doughnuts – Vegan Style House made doughnuts with chocolate, vanilla icing & sprinkles

  

The check arrived in a beautiful silver tray with an old, beat-up baseball holding it in place. What a cute touch! Naturally I couldn’t leave without leaving my mark on the ball. I’m looking forward to returning to Cleveland at the end of the month for my friends wedding and I wouldn’t dare come to town without eating at the Greenhouse Tavern again.

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