Monday, January 20, 2014

TWO GOATS BREWING

Two Goats is a friendly place on Seneca Lake with a home-made feel, great lake views, an expansive deck from which to enjoy them, and a loft stage for weekend bands. They make and sell a variety of very nice beers.  

There is only one item on their lunch menu: roast beef sandwich, on roll, with a dollop of horseradish sauce and a side of chips.  Vegetarian option is the roll, horseradish sauce, chips, and no roast beef.
 
5027 Route 414, Burdett, NY,  607.546.2337

MERCATO

The brainchild of a couple of Cornell hotelies, Mercato is a congenial place with an Upper East Side feel, a sophisticated seasonal menu, great food (don't miss the liver paté crostini with pickled red onions), and a fun cocktail list -- try the Corpse Reviver, the Blue Moon, or one of their digestifs.

Unfortunately, they do not fly the local colors on their wine list, so we hope you’ll lean on them to up their representation of Finger Lakes wines - Finger Lakes vintners have much to be proud of these days. No reservations accepted – get there early, late, or right now, before the students return!

108 N. Aurora Street, Ithaca, 607.319.5171

Thursday, January 16, 2014

IN CAYUGA HEIGHTS: THE HEIGHTS CAFE'


This is a lunch-time favorite in Cayuga Heights, where the chef’s fertile imagination runs free with unusual combinations of flavors that always seem to work.  Try the oven-roasted Atlantic salmon with pine-nut risotto, capers, tomatoes, anchovies, Manzanilla and Kalamata olives, or the Korean grilled skirt steak with locally grown poi choy, sushi rice, and ginger cream sriracha Mongolian sauce. Somehow, though, after hearing the day’s exotic specials, we always wind up with the pesto-and-mozzarella-slathered flatbread topped with a Caesar salad, a hunk of grilled salmon or fried squid, and plenty of fresh lemon, enough roughage and Omega-3s for two meals.  

Dinnertime brings out faculty members romancing prospective faculty members. Their Wine Spectator Award-winning list features many great local wines as well as a full spectrum of international offerings. Portions are hefty. Service is exceptional. And it’s quiet enough for real conversation.  Fancy that!

903 Hanshaw Road, Ithaca, NY, 607.257.4144

Monday, January 13, 2014

THE DRYDEN HOTEL: A SWEET SURPRISE

A best-kept secret, along with hidden-from-view-and-gorgeous Dryden Lake, is the Dryden Hotel on the village’s main drag, its pedigree dating back to 1844.

Over the years it has undergone many updates and revisions, most recently in 2005, a while after a fire gutted the building. Rebuilt with a pub and restaurant on the main floor and rentals above, it is a cheerful gathering place for locals, but visitors are welcome there too, and you never know who you’ll run into. Wait staff’s t-shirts read “Dryden Hotel – from Bikers to Bankers,” and that pretty well nails it.

On our first-ever visit on a recent Saturday evening, drawn by the offering of $12.50 prime rib, we ran into friends for whom this is the neighborhood pub. One of them, as a veteran returning to Cornell on the GI Bill, had lived in a $15-a-week room “above the pool table” in his student days, and described being jolted to wakefulness by the sounds of pool players’ breaking racks. It’s a much more refined joint these days. The dining room is surrounded by a wall-by-wall mural, its softly colored images depicting life in the village. An embossed tin ceiling is another reminder of the inn’s long history.

Attracted by that promised prime rib, we found a dining room full of couples of a certain age double dating, and an assortment of families with children. There was plenty of conversation, and wait staff buzzed about seeing to everyone’s desires. In the bar the clientele seemed to be 30-to-40-something guys and a few couples kibitzing over the games on the bar’s multiple TVs.

The bar offerings included the requisite bow to updated mixology, e.g. the Cilantro Rita, along with a selection of deep-fried appetizers—mushrooms, mozzarella sticks, jalapeno poppers, wings, and a range of fries, loaded and un-. We went for the deep-fried pickle slices, coated with a spicy breading, popped into the fryer, then served with a side of thousand island dressing. Somehow, they managed to retain their crunch.

The promised prime rib was a money’s-worth slab, thick and juicy, medium rare, as ordered, and trimmed out with a baked potato, horseradish cream sauce, and sour cream. A chicken parmigiana dinner came with choice of spaghetti or any of a number of potato sides: sweet potato, steak, shoestring, or brew fries. The brew fries, fried, breaded, and then refried, were crisp outside, light and fluffy inside. The portions were more than generous.

Our friends, aware of our mission, were happy to let us sample their feta and tomato pizza, which was just fine. Pizza, by the looks of elevated pies on family tables, is a popular selection there, from build-you-own individual flatbread pizzas to large round and sheet pizzas with a choice of twenty toppings.

We noted the substantial-looking dinner salads, burgers, and fries being carried to patrons around us. We also noted many doggy-bag containers being carried out by happy-looking patrons. Stuffed to the gills, we joined their ranks, but not until we’d tried one of the four desserts offered on the seasonal dessert menu, crafted by Dryden’s Wendy Martin, known locally for her wedding cakes and cupcakes. We shared an apple cranberry tart, perfect for the season, with pastry cream, hard sauce, and whipped cream. Calories? Who’s counting?

Our friends paid homage to the Friday fish fry. We’ve also heard plaudits for Thursdays’ Wing Night, and were tempted to return for a Taco Tuesday. The place felt homey, the tab was surprisingly low ($52 for two appetizers, two dinners, two glasses of wine and a dessert), and we left full and happy.


The Dryden Hotel is open seven days a week for breakfast, lunch, and dinner at 42-44 E. Main St., Dryden. Phone them for info and takeouts at (607) 844-8293. For a comprehensive look at their menu, their website is www.thedrydenhotel.com

WHY WE LOVE T'BURG'S HAZELNUT KITCHEN


  
In Trumansburg, riding the ridge between Cayuga and Seneca Lakes' wine trails, Justin Paterson and Lisa Jonckheere turn out an imaginative mix of sophisticated platters in their easygoing surroundings on Trumansburg's Main Street.  They classify their enterprise as "a farm-driven American bistro" with a menu that follows what's fresh on the market. 

We love their shaved Brussels sprouts with crisp batons culled from the pig’s lower reaches, maple sugared hazelnuts, all moistened with restraint in a cider vinaigrette, the whole held together by a perfect poached egg, a sort of breakfast and dessert combined. A Caesar salad, with its tender lettuce, scatter of coarsely ground peppercorns, and toasted brioche slices topped with Parmesan custard is another good choice.  
On other occasions we’ve also enjoyed the chef’s revolving preparations of house-made pork sausage with braised red cabbage, servings large enough to constitute a main course. Locally raised grass-fed-beef burger with blue cheese, crispy shallots, and frites. Plenty of vegetarian options too, and save room for one of their superb desserts. Make reservations – this small place fills up quickly. Closed Tuesdays and Wednesdays.



53 East Main Street, Trumansburg, 607.387.4433; www.hazelnutkitchen.com

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

GOT THE MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES?

If you’re driving around in the wee hours, the munchies strike, and your fevered mind can’t abide the thought of fluorescent diner lights, what can you do? If school’s in session, you can head to one of the food trucks – the Hot Truck or Louie’s Lunch parked near Cornell’s dormitories, place your order, then drive it home for peaceful, private consumption. Students stop by the trucks on study breaks, on late-night dates, returning from the library, or any time hunger pangs strike. But the pleasures of stand-up al fresco dining aren’t limited to students. Staffers, passers-by, townies and out-of-townies of every stripe follow their noses to the places whose sometimes-long lines have become campus traditions. You’ll find more than a cure for your hunger; in any weather, it’s a scene, with hungry folks clad in anything from formal wear to pajamas, from parkas to bikinis, waiting to fill at least one type of late-night emptiness.

You’ll find the famous Hot Truck parked just below the west campus dorms along Stewart Avenue, where the cognoscenti line up to order such treats as Suis, PMPs, MBCs, Shaggy – Hot and Heavies, and Guinea Pigs. Or try a HaHa, HeHe, or HoHo. With a brief visit to the Hot Truck’s Web site [http://people.cornell.edu/pages/smo9/hottruck], you, too, can become a cognoscentum in a matter of moments. Owner Albert Smith, a Cornell grad with a degree in agricultural economics, and proprietor of Ithaca’s Short Stop Deli, acquired the Hot Truck in the summer of 2000 when Bob and Sharon Petrillose, who had run it since 1960, retired. It had originally been the brainstorm of Petrillose’s father, John Petrillose, who’s landmark Collegetown bar, Johnny’s Big Red, closed at night, when all good bars close; but he knew there were still hungers out there to be addressed. 

Originally the truck served burgers, dogs, and pizza, but when the younger Petrillose realized that pizzas sold by the slice grew less appetizing as the evening wore on, he hit on the idea of slicing open loaves of French bread, loading them up with pizza ingredients, and popping them into the oven on demand. Voila! The PMP, or “poor man’s pizza” was born, soon to be poached (figuratively) by the folks from Stouffers for their frozen French bread pizzas. The Hot Truck menu evolved over the course of 40 years, and it continues to evolve today. Its menu credits sandwich inventors, the most recent additions being the Big Willie, created by Will Devine ’03, and the Super Slacker, co-authored by Brian Frankel and David MacLeon ’04. As an evening draws to a close, the red sauce and the acronyms begin to fly, along with orders for WGCs (wet garlic with cheese), MBCs (meatballs and mozzarella cheese), RBCs (roast beef with cheese), Ra-Ra’s (an RBC with pepperoni), Re-re’s (with sausage), and Ro-Ro’s (with mushrooms). Ravaging appetites might opt for the Little Sicilian, its French bread piled high with meatballs, sausage, cheese, and sauce, and topped with potato chips, or the ever popular Triple Suicide, or T-Sui, pronounced Tee Sooey, its garlic-doused bread loaded up with tomato sauce, mushrooms, sausage, pepperoni, mozzarella, and a trio of homemade meatballs. Why “suicide?” We’ve heard it posited that the darned things have so much garlic, they’re a surefire recipe for social suicide, not to mention indigestion and peculiar dreams. But delicious they are, and a personal favorite of this writer. 

Albert Smith’s son, Mike, runs the truck, parked on Stewart Avenue’s 600-block from 10p.m. to 2a.m. during the week and from 11p.m. to 3a.m. and later on weekends. But that’s only half the business. The Smith’s own the Shortstop Deli on Seneca Street, and serve a partial Hot Truck menu there during the day, and the truck can meander about town, catering to teary-or-bleary-eyed alumni on Cornell’s Arts Quad during reunion weekends, where, according to Albert Smith, “Doctors, and lawyers, and educators from 25 to 85 wait in line, some for as long as 45 minutes,” to fill up on subs and relive Hot Truck memories, some recalling having met their spouses for the first time on a Hot Truck line. 

The truck also serves fraternities and sororities on their chefs’ nights off, and is available for parties and celebrations, which is how the business recently achieved national fame. Last year food writers Jane and Michael Stern, who write a much-beloved, down-to-earth “road food” column for Gourmet Magazine, have published a small library of food books, and have an NPR program on – what else? -- food, discovered the Hot Truck at a wedding they attended in Ithaca, where it showed up outside La Tourelle to provide after-hours subs for the entire wedding party and their guests. The Sterns loved it, and the rest is history. A segment on the truck has been aired on their radio show and they’ve asked us to look for an article on the Hot Truck in Gourmet this fall. But even without the formal publicity, thousands of Cornellians and former Ithacans carry late-night Hot Truck memories with them all over the world.

A campus food truck with an even longer history is Louie’s Lunch, whose provenance dates back to sometime between 1916 and the early 1920s, when Louie Zounakos established his stand on Cornell’s North Campus. Louie, who was born in Sparta, Greece in 1885, originally emigrated to Brooklyn where, according to the Louie’s Lunch Web page [www.louieslunch.com], he made a living selling his mama’s bathtub gin during Prohibition. He eventually moved to Ithaca and is rumored to have begun his business peddling snacks at fraternities from a pushcart, eventually graduating to an old Ford truck and his spot in front of Risley.

Zounakos, who was known for his generosity to starving students, retired in 1955, selling the business to Arthur and Thelma Machen, whose family ran it until 1997, when current owner Ron Beck took it on. In this writer’s day, in the early 60’s (yes, yes, I know, if you were there, you can’t remember them, but I do remember them) we called the truck Louie’s Lunch and Country Club, and its dogs and burgers held us through those winter nights when we could steal out of the dorms after curfew past our eagle-eyed housemothers. But this is another, and a better, day, and students can now call in orders from their cell phones (257-4649 is the number) on their walks back from the library, and find their Buffalo chicken wing wrap or Tully burger hot and waiting for them when they arrive. Cornell staff members take advantage of the phone service as well to order quick lunches to go.

But on weekend nights the cooks are too frantic to take phone orders, and folks gather at the truck to give their orders and bask in the mobile kitchen’s friendly light and warm, foody fragrance. Beck came to the food truck business in 1991, in his days as a welder. He welded up his own rig and used it “to chase construction projects and do weekend jobs at auctions, horse shows, rabbit shows, fundraisers, and all kinds of parties,” he explains. “We’d cater backyard barbecues and company picnics.” When the owners were ready to sell Louie’s, he was ready to buy it. It’s hard work seven days a week for him, but with help from students, many of whom live in Risley, he seems to enjoy it and them, and is grateful that on a busy night students are willing to wait as long as half an hour for an order of Louie’s most popular side dish, Cajun fries. “People tell us we have the best fries anywhere,” Beck says. Other favorites are their chicken parm, Buffalo chicken wing, and Philly cheese steak subs, but variety is the watchword here, and there are chicken Caesar wraps, monster pizza subs with their six toppings, and a selection of breakfast sandwiches. For the indigent, grilled cheese sandwiches, egg and cheese sandwiches, burgers (ham- or veggie-) and dogs with a variety of toppings are among the items selling for two dollars or less, and there’s an entire page of vegetarian items on the Louie’s Lunch menu.

The truck itself is a rugged 1965 rescue vehicle with plenty of little compartments, high ceilings, and ceiling fans, with only 16,000 original miles on the engine. While it spends most of its life parked at its own NYSEG utility pole on the corner of Thurston and Wait Avenues, Beck generally drives it home over winter break to repair it, and to take a well-deserved rest himself. The hours are long (weekdays from 11a.m. to 3a.m., Saturdays from noon to 3a.m., and Sundays from 6p.m. to midnight), but the rewards are many, and Beck realizes he is making his place in history. Waiting at Louie’s is “a social event with some lifelong friendships being formed.”