I went to Washington for Passover with Kerensa - we loaded up the Hyundai and rolled out last week. A brief review of what we ate, thanks to Mike's legwork and the kindness of the LTH community. First stop on the way out of town was Pullman to stock up on provisions and pick up an apple fritter for my father who favors them. We bought the last apple fritter, considered, briefly, staying to wait the thirty minutes till the next batch of fritters was out of the frier, but the draw of the open road was irresistable. With a sack of fresh chocolate frosted longjohns in hand, a texas style glazed doughnut for a gift, plus a couple of whatever they had for a snack, we were off.
First stop was Indianopolis - we passed up shapiro's to chase down the elusive pork tenderloin sandwich. We ended up at the IceHouse recoed in JiLS's Indy megapost - which was as advertised, a converted icehouse with lots of big screen nascar on the walls. K and I split a pork tenderloin pictured here:
The verdict? I have no baseline to compare - it was a bit thicker than anticipated, but crispy and salty and nice. I look forward to expanding my tenderloin repertoire in the future, although it'll be hard to pass up shapiro's again. In fact, I could'nt totally pass it up this time out - i stopped for a loaf of rye bread to bring my aunt in Dayton (my mother is fond of recollecting how when she was a girl in the bronx she vastly preferred a slice of seeded rye bread to anything sweet after school. I figured, correctly, that this sort of preference must be in the blood.)
Dayton for the night - my aunt took us to a pan-Latino place outside of Dayton, the name of which escapes me. Food was quite good in a kind of tchochketeria laden with artifacts of central america and beyond - lots of schlocky ceramic frogs and theme rooms. I had a peruvian pork tenderloing (two in one day!) in a chipotle sauce and some very pleasant pannacotta (which they called tres leches flan).
On the road again the next day, Kerensa and I tried to sniff out a good meal in Washington PA, and found a decent slice of pie at the Tower restaurant near I-70 - not worth a return visit.
DC was a whirlwind - besides two seders with matzoh balls, brisket, kugelach (matza meal egg popovers) etc, we had memorable meals at Full Kee, including stellar soft shell crabs and non-insipid clams. Of course, I was too hungry to remember to pull out the camera before lunch, but here's the wreckage afterwards:
Excellent pizza at Two Amy's; stunning Japanese woodblocks at the Sackler gallery, an automated performance of the Dada movie soundtrack ballet mechanique on 40 pianos, fire alarm and air raid siren, great kebabs and fresh persian naan at Moby Dick in Bethesda, nice boudin, and impeccable fried oyster Po Boy at Louisiana Express. I think I may have eaten too much.
On the way home, we found a cheap hotel room in Cleveland and set out to explore some of the spots that had been mentioned in the prior threads. Flat Iron Cafe provided very good fried perch (if slightly over cooked) and the Gelateria in Cleveland Heights was worth an excursion. The eating highlight was Corky & Lenny's, the Jewish style deli that Ann Fisher and others had recommended - very good corned beef (maybe better than the last corned beef sammy I had at Manny's, which was sliced too thin and too lean), delicate kishka, crisp oniony latkes and a nice bowl of half-sours to whet the appetite.
I brought home a half a loaf of rye (not as good as shapiros) and some very good rugelach and a plain knish, which served very well tonight as a welcome home dinner. Cleveland remains a cipher after one night - we drove all over the east side of city, saw the one-block long Littly Italy, drove around the flats and the warehouse district, tried to find the asian neighborhood and drove across the east side of the city by 5 different routes. The area around University Circle was cute, but every other block we saw within city limits outside of downtown was absolute blight - baorded up windows, empty lots, gaping potholes and the smelliest lakefront ever. Where are all the people in Cleveland? Shaker Heights? We had the damnedest time trying to get a feeling for the city and what we found didn't encourage a return visit. Even after reading and rereading the threads, I couldn't figure out where to go to get a sense for the town - and of course being there only on sat night and sunday we couldn't hit the west side market.
So, that's what I ate for the last week - if I look a little rounder the next time you see me, that's why.