<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972</id><updated>2012-02-15T08:21:55.784Z</updated><category term='morocco'/><category term='Toronto'/><category term='Dorothy Parker'/><category term='China'/><category term='Namu'/><category term='medina'/><category term='Frederick Belmont'/><category term='molecular gastronomy'/><category term='Algonquin Hotel'/><category term='The Drake Hotel'/><category term='Michelin'/><category term='Lower Eastside'/><category term='La Guarida'/><category term='bagel'/><category term='Group of Seven'/><category term='Harrogate'/><category term='bund'/><category term='cookery school'/><category term='Katz'/><category term='Rui Jin'/><category term='Court House'/><category term='Mathew Murray'/><category term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><category term='Roppongi'/><category term='Leaving Mother Lake'/><category term='bettys'/><category term='Bray'/><category term='David Sterling'/><category term='Pere Romeu'/><category term='Terroni'/><category term='Windsor Arms'/><category term='afternoon tea'/><category term='New York'/><category term='spiedies'/><category term='Harold Ross'/><category term='cooking course'/><category term='Heston Blumenthal'/><category term='Cross Keys'/><category term='Namu Palace'/><category term='Queen Street'/><category term='cookery'/><category term='El 4 Gats'/><category term='fish market'/><category term='Michael Graves'/><category term='Gonpachi'/><category term='Merida'/><category term='Mosuo'/><category term='Tomas Gutierrez Alea'/><category term='Hazara'/><category term='Gertrude Stein'/><category term='Sharkey&apos;s'/><category term='Drake'/><category term='paladar'/><category term='Cadafalch'/><category term='Barcelona'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Picasso'/><category term='Havana'/><category term='Mohawk Morris'/><category term='Toronto International Film Festival'/><category term='Foundry Wine Bar'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='Ambos Mundos'/><category term='Fairmount Bakery'/><category term='fairmount'/><category term='La Bodeguita del Medio'/><category term='USA'/><category term='okyo'/><category term='Puig'/><category term='Kill bill'/><category term='Nishi-Azabu'/><category term='Cuba'/><category term='Gaudi'/><category term='Mother Mountain'/><category term='Bettys tea rooms'/><category term='Tsukiji'/><category term='Manhattan'/><category term='Round Foundry'/><category term='Lugu Hu'/><category term='Floridita'/><category term='tagine'/><category term='Shanghai'/><category term='James Watt'/><category term='Henry Morris'/><category term='Deli'/><category term='Tarantino'/><category term='Face'/><category term='Hemingway'/><category term='Fat Duck'/><category term='Natalie Ascencios'/><category term='Engineering'/><category term='new heights'/><category term='Faulkener'/><category term='La Na Thai'/><category term='Marrakech'/><category term='Los Dos'/><category term='Kensington market'/><category term='New Yorker'/><category term='montreal'/><category term='For whom the bell tolls'/><category term='Binghamtom'/><category term='souk cuisine'/><category term='When Harry Met Sally'/><category term='Leeds'/><category term='Tokyo'/><category term='union assurance company'/><category term='Neal Giles'/><category term='Bettys cafe'/><category term='Street food'/><category term='Fresa y Chocolate'/><title type='text'>Eating History</title><subtitle type='html'>Eating History is a collaborative project taken on by two travelling gourmets.  Their aim is to sample the best gastronomy that is globally available and in so doing uncover a cornucopia of historic delights.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-5934003075131551022</id><published>2011-03-20T23:20:00.011Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:56:22.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Sterling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Dos'/><title type='text'>Hot and Spicy in Merida, Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmlyHjQ2kP0/TYadfeHeU1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/gfofJD5MUFc/s1600/DSC_2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmlyHjQ2kP0/TYadfeHeU1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/gfofJD5MUFc/s200/DSC_2197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586325551785595730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting in the dappled light of the early morning sun, the conversation around the table laden with delicious fruit, yogurt, cakes and fresh coffee, is all about Martha.  In 2009, the American TV celebrity and member of what some may term "cooking royalty", Martha Stewart, visited the capital of the Yucatan region of Mexico, Merida.  Whilst there she dropped by the house and &lt;a href="http://www.los-dos.com/"&gt;Los Dos Cooking School&lt;/a&gt; in which the international amateur cooks were now eagerly awaiting their chef du jour, David Sterling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ixj7UmQ3Xg/TYacjme8yEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JcuCH7WpjC4/s1600/DSC_2201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ixj7UmQ3Xg/TYacjme8yEI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/JcuCH7WpjC4/s200/DSC_2201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586324523239393346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Born in Oklahoma, Sterling, and his partner bought a dilapidated courtyard house in the centre of Merida in 2002.  Over the next year, they renovated and restored the house, which has now become their home and base for the &lt;a href="http://www.los-dos.com/"&gt;Los Dos Cooking School&lt;/a&gt;.  Wrapped around the pool, the house displays the couple's tasteful furniture and locally commissioned artwork, including a geographically correct 360 degree mural in the dining room of Merida's main square.  If you look closely, you can even see the chef.  It is the kitchen, however, that beckons with its brightly coloured tiles and deliciously spiced aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having some culinary experience as a pantry chef in Michigan, Sterling has pursued his passion for food and immersed himself in the history of Yucatecan regional cuisine.  Seated in the elegant dining room, the first part of the day-long class at &lt;a href="http://www.los-dos.com/"&gt;Los Dos&lt;/a&gt; is spent learning more about the influences of the land, the Mayans, the Spanish, the French and the Lebanese on the local cuisine.  Budding chef's assistants also learn about the different cooking styles and sample some of the key ingredients, most notably the potent habenero chili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's then time to head out and with shopping lists, grocery bags and a bottle of water in hand as the eager disciples follow their leader toward the central market.  Here, the group stops for a while to take in the colour, sounds and smells of this lively spot.  They are also treated to a sampling of Tacos al Pastor, a dish similar to a doner kebab, except the rotating meat on a spit is made of pork instead of lamb and is served with a chunk of pineapple on top of lightly warmed tacos rather than pita bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm-b6ZJq8LE/TYaanFTX_3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/2ogEnZALOOE/s1600/DSC_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gm-b6ZJq8LE/TYaanFTX_3I/AAAAAAAAA4A/2ogEnZALOOE/s200/DSC_2233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586322384028696434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What follows feels like a treasure hunt as the group proceeds through the market following Chef Sterling as he makes his purchases of vegetables, spices, herbs and fresh tortillas.  The piles of chilis and scramble for hot-off-the-press tortillas are quite a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9Vj3g8bT5A/TYabNUtgp3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/L84B9GEaJ7g/s1600/DSC_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9Vj3g8bT5A/TYabNUtgp3I/AAAAAAAAA4I/L84B9GEaJ7g/s200/DSC_2252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586323040999876466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually, the lists have been checked off and it's time to head back to the house in a fleet of taxis where fresh juice awaits the thirsty shoppers.  After a quick comfort break, the class begins and the group is taught how to make fresh tortillas in the traditional way by a local woman before doing a taste comparison test with those from the market.  Homemade is definitely better, and the class creations are later used to create Panuchos, bean-filled tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4zvPspDlwU/TYab4bkR2rI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WSdmXsm3ydw/s1600/DSC_2269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4zvPspDlwU/TYab4bkR2rI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/WSdmXsm3ydw/s200/DSC_2269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586323781574580914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the kitchen, Sterling's other helpers assist him and the group to prepare Sikil P'aak, a delicious appetizer made from tomatoes and squash seeds before moving on to the grand dish of the day, Pollo Pibil.  Normally, Pibil dishes are cooked in an underground fire-pit but here the red-coloured chicken pieces wrapped in banana leaves are actually cooked in a sealed pot on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the heat of the kitchen, it is time for a refreshing drink and dip in the pool before lunch, which is served to the guests in the lovely mural-covered dining room.  A few extra dishes are served, including a creamy soup and delicious but intriguing papaya dish.  Dulce de Papaya was soaked in calcium hydroxide before being served with Edam cheese.  It may sound odd but these Yucatecans know a thing or two about flavor combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convivial group leaves &lt;a href="http://www.los-dos.com/"&gt;Los Dos&lt;/a&gt; with their denim aprons and recipe books in hand vowing to sample more of the region's culinary delights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Dos&lt;br /&gt;Calle 68 No. 517&lt;br /&gt;Por 65 y 67 Colonia Centro&lt;br /&gt;Mérida, Yucatán 97000&lt;br /&gt;México&lt;br /&gt;info@los-dos.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.los-dos.com/"&gt;http://www.los-dos.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-5934003075131551022?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5934003075131551022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=5934003075131551022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/5934003075131551022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/5934003075131551022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2011/03/hot-and-spicy-in-merida-mexico.html' title='Hot and Spicy in Merida, Mexico'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmlyHjQ2kP0/TYadfeHeU1I/AAAAAAAAA4g/gfofJD5MUFc/s72-c/DSC_2197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-6702803126873353566</id><published>2009-07-25T10:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:24:42.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mathew Murray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Round Foundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leeds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross Keys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foundry Wine Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Watt'/><title type='text'>Eating Engineering, Leeds, UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SmsiA1wpZjI/AAAAAAAAArU/x73maBEU3IM/s1600-h/murray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SmsiA1wpZjI/AAAAAAAAArU/x73maBEU3IM/s200/murray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362417179141170738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Round Foundry is a former engineering works located just south of Leeds City Station on the River Aire.  It was built between 1795-1797 by the engineer Matthew Murray and his business partners.  The Foundry eventually became one of the world's first specialist engineering foundries and it was here that Matthew Murray made his name as a great engineer.  His global reputation was based on the quality of the textile machinery, steam engines and locomotives he produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster struck in the 19th century when fire destroyed some of the original buildings, including the large rotunda that gave the Round Foundry its name.   Those buildings that remain are now  listed and have been incorporated into a new multi-million pound development providing space for creative and media companies as well as restaurants, bars and cafés set in a number of courtyards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SmshiANjw4I/AAAAAAAAArM/zTobu95K_2E/s1600-h/cross+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SmshiANjw4I/AAAAAAAAArM/zTobu95K_2E/s200/cross+keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362416649370846082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The various watering holes and eateries include a 200 year-old gastropub, &lt;a href="http://www.the-crosskeys.com/home.php"&gt;the Cross Keys&lt;/a&gt;, which serves an excellent and popular Sunday roast accompanied by real ales.  Local legend has it that James Watt, another famous engineer, hired a room in the pub for three months in 1802 in order to steal trade secrets from Matthew Murray by getting the foundry workers drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just across the courtyard at the back of the Cross Keys is &lt;a href="http://www.thefoundrywinebar.co.uk/index.htm"&gt;The Foundry Wine Bar&lt;/a&gt;, a small bistro serving delicious and award-winning British fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Keys&lt;br /&gt;107 Water Lane&lt;br /&gt;Leeds LS11 5WD&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +44 (0) 113 243 3711&lt;br /&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:info@the-crosskeys.com"&gt;info@the-crosskeys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-crosskeys.com/home.php"&gt;http://www.the-crosskeys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foundry Wine Bar&lt;br /&gt;1 Saw Mill Yard&lt;br /&gt;Round Foundry&lt;br /&gt;Water Lane&lt;br /&gt;Leeds LS11 5WH&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +44 (0) 113 245 0390&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefoundrywinebar.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.thefoundrywinebar.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-6702803126873353566?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6702803126873353566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=6702803126873353566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/6702803126873353566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/6702803126873353566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/07/eating-engineering-leeds-uk.html' title='Eating Engineering, Leeds, UK'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SmsiA1wpZjI/AAAAAAAAArU/x73maBEU3IM/s72-c/murray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-7314719855076113242</id><published>2009-07-06T15:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:55:42.979Z</updated><title type='text'>Dine like a local</title><content type='html'>If you would like a different eating experience while travelling, check out these organizations which can set up dining experiences with local people/chefs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US: &lt;a href="http://www.theghet.com/"&gt;The Ghetto Gourmet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US &amp;amp; Europe: &lt;a href="http://www.dinewithlocals.com/"&gt;Dine with Locals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto, Canada: &lt;a href="http://strangersuppers.wordpress.com/"&gt;Stranger Suppers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London, UK: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/City-of-London-United-Kingdom/The-Secret-Ingredient/114200085161"&gt;The Secret Ingredient&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldwide: &lt;a href="http://www.like-a-local.com/"&gt;Like-a-Local&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-7314719855076113242?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/7314719855076113242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=7314719855076113242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/7314719855076113242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/7314719855076113242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2009/07/dine-like-local.html' title='Dine like a local'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-24105790077165516</id><published>2009-02-01T13:29:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:53:56.171Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookery school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marrakech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morocco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souk cuisine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medina'/><title type='text'>Moroccan Spice - Souk Cuisine in Marrakech, Morocco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWoLljpruI/AAAAAAAAAig/69Rc7Rzgibc/s1600-h/morocco1+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWoLljpruI/AAAAAAAAAig/69Rc7Rzgibc/s200/morocco1+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297825453684928226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The medina in Marrakech is mad!  It’s noisy, dusty, in parts smelly, and, for many people, a lot of hassle.  It’s a place where you frequently take your life into your own hands as motorcyclists seem to do their best to knock you over as you meander through the alleyways.  Nevertheless, despite these frustrations, it is also addictive.  There are few places in the world so full of colour, bustle and the sheer energy of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medina sells everything from handmade brass bowls and leather slippers to chameleons and preserved lemons.  Finding your way around the myriad of lanes and alleyways without getting lost is near on impossible.  However, help is at hand in the form of Gemma van der Burgt.  Gemma is Dutch (so speaks English well!) and has lived in the medina for about three years.  She also runs &lt;a href="http://www.soukcuisine.com/index_ENG.html"&gt;Souk Cuisine&lt;/a&gt;, which offers to introduce visitors to the pleasures of Moroccan food.  The one day shopping and cookery courses cost 400 Moroccan dirhams.  They are held almost everyday from 10am until 4pm (ish) with the cooking taking place either at Gemma’s house or a local guesthouse, &lt;a href="http://www.chambresdamis.com/chambres02.html"&gt;Chambres des Amis&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemma meets her apprentice cooks at the Café de France in the Djemaa el Fna.  She then divides the, usually multi-national, group in half and sets them off on a challenge.  The task is to buy all the items on the team’s shopping list, spending as little as possible on the way.  Purses and a small budget of dirhams are provided.  This somewhat daunting task is made a bit easier as Gemma who leads the teams to the stalls and drops heavy hints as to what should be bought and how much should be paid for each item.  The task is a good challenge and a great way for inexperienced barterers to interact with the local shopkeepers in broken French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWneloYVZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nb8mSM9cTQ8/s1600-h/morocco+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWneloYVZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/nb8mSM9cTQ8/s200/morocco+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297824680610649490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving into the souk, Gemma introduces her trainees to a number of local characters and points out some medina secrets that might otherwise be overlooked.  There’s a master butcher who specialises in roasting whole lambs over sandalwood in underground ovens.  There’s Mr Mint, who sells…er…mint, an essential Moroccan ingredient as it is used for making the copious pots of mint tea drunk almost continuously by the local inhabitants.  There’s Mr Egg, who sells egg sandwiches and obviously has a soft spot for Gemma, who he has nicknamed Mrs Plastic Bag as she always carries her own plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWmPw-090I/AAAAAAAAAiI/uKl-N6wpZHQ/s1600-h/morocco+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWmPw-090I/AAAAAAAAAiI/uKl-N6wpZHQ/s200/morocco+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297823326447925058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shoppers move on to buy spices from one of the many apothecaries.  The owner has a wealth of knowledge, acquired from his father, as to the medicinal benefits of the many herbs and spices he sells.  Kohl, used for eyeliner, for example, also protects against conjunctivitis; cumin is a cure for diarrhoea, and saffron apparently helps to cure asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWlK3WhphI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ao4GnZ5pMyg/s1600-h/morocco+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWlK3WhphI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Ao4GnZ5pMyg/s200/morocco+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297822142746961426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having purchased the necessary spices, the group proceeds deeper inside the medina in order to buy fish.  The fishmonger agrees to wash and prepare the fresh sardines as the two teams race to the vegetable market before all the best produce is sold.  Gemma is very specific about the quality, size and shape of the vegetables so this part of the expedition takes some time as various stalls must be visited as the tomatoes, courgettes, aubergines and carrots are carefully assessed, weighed out and bagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWnCV5RGII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8kqNioB8ZB0/s1600-h/morocco+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWnCV5RGII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/8kqNioB8ZB0/s200/morocco+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297824195350173826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picking up the cleaned sardines en route, the group heads back to Gemma’s house after two hours in the market stopping off on the way to buy bread at the local bakery.  Every few streets in the medina there is a district bakery, and communal oven.  Local residents can take their own items to be baked in the oven for a small fee.  Each family has their own distinctive way of shaping their bread and cakes so that they may easily be identified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWopwBgEHI/AAAAAAAAAio/5H-BYt7bdvE/s1600-h/morocco+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWopwBgEHI/AAAAAAAAAio/5H-BYt7bdvE/s200/morocco+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297825971890557042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gemma lives is a dar, which is traditional Moroccan house but, unlike a riad, it does not have an inner garden.  Gemma renovated the property a few years ago and her kitchen is small, light and open to the elements.  Her six students pack themselves in around the workbenches and, under the watchful eyes of Gemma and her Moroccan chef Ayesha, they set to work.  Each person is tasked with making a different dish from the recipe booklet provided and using the freshly bought ingredients.  Carrots are gutted, tomatoes are peeled and aubergines fried.  The smells are delicious and, eventually, after an hour or so, lunch is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWllZNxhVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fo67sp36Zeo/s1600-h/morocco+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWllZNxhVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/fo67sp36Zeo/s200/morocco+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297822598513657170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cooks sit down to a feast of Moroccan salads, fish tagine and almond cookies, all accompanied by Moroccan wine.  All the participants agree that they have learnt a great deal and are impressed by their own culinary achievements.  Kati, from Barcelona in Spain, says her favourite part was the “chopping, smelling and tasting” whereas for Anne, from the Netherlands, it was the medina shopping expedition that appealed to her most.  The group unanimously agrees they have had a very special insight into both the cuisine and daily life of Moroccan people.  The newly-christened Mr Carrot, Mrs Tagine and Ms Aubergine eventually depart following their long and leisurely lunch in order to attempt to find their way out of the medina…or is it simply to get lost again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website: http://www.soukcuisine.com/index_ENG.html&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: info@soukcuisine.com&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +212 (0) 73 80 49 55&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-24105790077165516?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/24105790077165516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=24105790077165516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/24105790077165516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/24105790077165516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2009/02/moroccan-spice-souk-cuisine-in.html' title='Moroccan Spice - Souk Cuisine in Marrakech, Morocco'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/SYWoLljpruI/AAAAAAAAAig/69Rc7Rzgibc/s72-c/morocco1+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-180343945524195299</id><published>2008-04-17T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:49:44.534Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower Eastside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Harry Met Sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deli'/><title type='text'>Deli-cious Deli Dining, New York, USA</title><content type='html'>In what was once the new home for many of Europe's immigrant families arriving to start a new life in the good ole US of A, Lower Eastside Manhattan was a place where the old world met the new in terms of eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1888, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R-vpXqyXqlI/AAAAAAAAATs/5h16yWlQiLQ/s1600-h/NYC2008+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182492389051705938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R-vpXqyXqlI/AAAAAAAAATs/5h16yWlQiLQ/s200/NYC2008+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russian Jewish immigrant family, hence the Yiddish on the menu, established Katz's Delicatessen on the eastern corner of Ludlow and Houston (pronounced How-ston) Streets. It later moved to the western side of Ludlow due to the construction of the New York Subway. In 1946, the deli expanded in order to accommodate the hungry crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katz's is all about the beef - brisket, corned, pastrami and knoblewurst - and very popular it is, too. Each week, the deli reportedly serves 5000 pounds of corned beef, 2000 pounds of salami and 12000 hot dogs. It's been visited by four US presidents and a host of other celebrities whose snapshots now adorn the walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of films, including "Donnie Darko", have been shot here but it's probably most famous for the "I'll have what she's having" fake orgasm scene in the 1989 romantic comedy "When Harry Met Sally...". The table at which Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal sat is marked with a sign that says "Where Harry met Sally...hope you have what she had!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging overhead are other signs including one of the restaurant's popular slogans: 'Send a salami to your boy in the army', which was created when the family's three sons were serving in the forces during World War Two and has persisted today with salamis being sent to serving troops in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtimes are noisy and very brisk. Customers queue up in front of the counter to be served and take their tickets to the cash desk on the way out to settle up after ploughing their way through the mountains of meat piled high on their plates. A popular choice is the Rueben, a corned beef, Swiss cheese, Russian salad and sauerkraut combo. It's hard not to eye up your neighbour's choice though and wish you were having what she was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katz's Delicatessen&lt;br /&gt;205 E. Houston Street&lt;br /&gt;New York 10002&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 212-254-2246&lt;br /&gt;Fax: 212-674-3270&lt;br /&gt;Opening hours:&lt;br /&gt;Mon, Tues: 08:00-21:45&lt;br /&gt;Weds, Thurs, Sun: 08:00 - 22:45&lt;br /&gt;Fri, Sat: 08:00 - 02:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.katzdeli.com/"&gt;http://www.katzdeli.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-180343945524195299?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/180343945524195299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=180343945524195299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/180343945524195299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/180343945524195299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/03/deli-cious-deli-dining-new-york-usa.html' title='Deli-cious Deli Dining, New York, USA'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R-vpXqyXqlI/AAAAAAAAATs/5h16yWlQiLQ/s72-c/NYC2008+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-4317424580061157282</id><published>2008-01-02T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:56:26.500Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terroni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Court House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group of Seven'/><title type='text'>Sentenced to an Artistic Dinner in Toronto, Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3u--cQtQLI/AAAAAAAAASE/rJM5T8_L7y8/s1600-h/random+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 176px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3u--cQtQLI/AAAAAAAAASE/rJM5T8_L7y8/s200/random+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150920578775728306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Close to the intersection of Church and Adelaide Streets in downtown Toronto sits the Adelaide Street Court House or as it was once known, York County Court House.  It was built between 1851 and 1852 by Cumberland and Ridout, who were also the architects responsible for the current incarnation of &lt;a href="http://www.stjamescathedral.on.ca/"&gt;St. James' Cathedral&lt;/a&gt; just around the corner, built in 1853.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building itself now houses a jazz club called &lt;a href="http://www.liveatcourthouse.com/"&gt;Live@Courthouse&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.terroni.ca/"&gt;Terroni&lt;/a&gt;, a Southern Italian-style trattoria.   Terroni, which means "people of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; the earth" is part of a chain in Toronto.  The Court House location, which opened in December 2007,  is the most recent addition.  The interior is stylish with giant fireplaces, modern Italian art, an open kitchen, a spacious enoteca (wine bar) and a delicatessan selling Parma ham and other imported Italian specialities.  The former cells in the basement now house the restaurant's wine cellar. The food is typical Italian fare with pasta, pizza and meat dishes featuring highly.  The Spaghetti al Limone is simplicity at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Court House has borne witness to many events including the last public execution in Toronto and the formation of Canada's renowned artistic movement, the Group of Seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Adelaide Street Court House was the third court house in Toronto and in 1910 hosted meetings of the Arts and Letters Club of Toronto on its second floor.  The Club had been formed in 1908 by Augustus Bridle, an arts journalist, who had encouraged about 100 men to jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in him in regular discussions of artistic creativity.  Originally located above the Brown Betty restaurant at 36 1/2 King Street East, the Club members were evicted and moved to the Club's new home above the Court House.  The lease required that members use the rear entrance on Court Street and so the venue became known as the Club's Court Street Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Members of the Arts and Letters Club represented those interested in literature, architecture, music, painting, sculpture, photography and the stage.  Notably, the Club was the meeting place for a group of artists, later to become known as the Group of Seven, although the membership actually numbered ten in the end and eventually changed its name to the Canadian Group of Painters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Tom Thomson, J.E.H. MacDonald, Arthur Lismer, Frederick Varley, Frank Johnston, A.Y. Jackson, Lawren Harris and Franklin Carmichael were all original members of a group of landscape artists looking to create a new direction for Canadian art who met on a regular basis.    Tom Thomson drowned mysteriously in Algonquin Park during the spring of 1917 but his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; name became synonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; with the Group.   A.J. Casson, who liked to call himself number eight of the Group of Seven,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; once recalled that they would all meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" class="quote"&gt;"just about every day, for company and a good meal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="membername"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3u_W8QtQMI/AAAAAAAAASM/Q0CqUOo8UTo/s1600-h/random+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3u_W8QtQMI/AAAAAAAAASM/Q0CqUOo8UTo/s200/random+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150920999682523330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 1920 the Group of Seven, the original members minus Tom Thompson, held their first exhibition at the Art Gallery of Toronto. Their landscapes were strongly influenced by both Post-Impressionism in France and Scandinavian art. Their canvases were bold and vividly-colored bringing a new edge to artistic creativity in Canada by capturing their interpretation of the country and such views as those of Algonquin Park, the Arctic and the western mountains.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1926 A.J.Casson replaced Frank Johnson in the Group following his resignation.  Later, in 1930, &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Edwin Holgate (of Montreal) and L.L. FitzGerald (of Winnipeg), in 1932, were asked to join the Group.  The final Group of Seven exhibition was held in 1931.   Many of the Group's  works can be seen at the &lt;a href="http://www.mcmichael.com/"&gt;McMichael Canadian Art Collection&lt;/a&gt; in Kleinburg, just outside Toronto, and at galleries across Canada.  Eventually, a further eviction notice was served and the Arts and Letters Club relocated to its present home at 14 Elm Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: 57a Adelaide Street East&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 416-203-3093&lt;br /&gt;Opening hours: Mon - Sat 9:00 - 23:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.terroni.ca/"&gt;http://www.terroni.ca&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="georgia"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-4317424580061157282?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4317424580061157282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=4317424580061157282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/4317424580061157282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/4317424580061157282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentenced-to-artistic-dinner-in-toronto.html' title='Sentenced to an Artistic Dinner in Toronto, Canada'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3u--cQtQLI/AAAAAAAAASE/rJM5T8_L7y8/s72-c/random+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-6765815838759668004</id><published>2008-01-02T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:03:58.791Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windsor Arms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afternoon tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto International Film Festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Taylor'/><title type='text'>Afternoon Tea at the Windsor in Toronto, Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vIz8QtQPI/AAAAAAAAASk/lUYOboRTuNY/s1600-h/bedfords+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 162px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vIz8QtQPI/AAAAAAAAASk/lUYOboRTuNY/s200/bedfords+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931393503379698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;Located in the affluent area of Yorkville with its swanky restaurants and just off the city's Bloor Street, lined with designer stores such as Tiffany, Gucci &amp;amp; Prada, you can find one of Toronto's best kept secrets, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.windsorarmshotel.com/"&gt;Windsor Arms Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";"  &gt;.  Ideally situated for those wanting to hit the shops and take in some of the city's best museums such as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.rom.on.ca/"&gt;Royal Ontario Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";"  &gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.batashoemuseum.ca/"&gt;Bata Shoe Museum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;, the hotel is a classy boutique style residence with 28 guest rooms, including 26 suites.  There's also a fitness centre, spa and swimming pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;The building dates back to 1927 when hotelier William Arthur Price decided to open a new hotel.  It was designed to blend in with the nearby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.utoronto.ca/"&gt;University of Toronto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;, with its neo-Gothic Victorian buildings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vII8QtQNI/AAAAAAAAASU/OfEgPPInrME/s1600-h/bedfords+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 164px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vII8QtQNI/AAAAAAAAASU/OfEgPPInrME/s200/bedfords+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150930654769004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;This recently revitalised hotel might have disappeared forever had developer George Friedmann not transformed and reopened it in 1999 following years of neglect and its eventual closure in the 1980s.  Many of the original features&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vIgsQtQOI/AAAAAAAAASc/_vbF2ybezlA/s1600-h/bedfords+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 174px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vIgsQtQOI/AAAAAAAAASc/_vbF2ybezlA/s200/bedfords+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931062790897890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have been retained, such as the stained glass window and the stone portico and vestibule entrance on St Thomas Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;The tearoom still has its original 1927 fireplace although it now has a very contemporary decor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's a real treat to sit in the tearoom and over a refreshing cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vJMMQtQQI/AAAAAAAAASs/jGj-dMPqeNo/s1600-h/bedfords+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 112px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vJMMQtQQI/AAAAAAAAASs/jGj-dMPqeNo/s200/bedfords+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150931810115207426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt; of tea, delicate sandwiches and divine pastries to reflect on all the visiting glitterati who have passed through the doors. During the 1950s and 70s, Elizabeth Taylor kept a year-round suite in the hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vKP8QtQRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8Dju6U3kdWM/s1600-h/TIFF07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vKP8QtQRI/AAAAAAAAAS0/8Dju6U3kdWM/s200/TIFF07+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150932974051344658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;More recently  the co-founders of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tiff07.ca/"&gt;Toronto International Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt; Bill Marshall, Henk Van der Kolkand Dusty Cohl came up with the idea for hosting the film festival as they sat in one of the hotel's bars, now the barbershop.  Now, many of the Hollywood Moghuls and red-carpet bound film stars stay here when attending the annual festival in September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;Address: 18 St Thomas Street, Toronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tel: 416-971-9666&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fax: 416-921-9121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.windsorarmshotel.com/"&gt;www.windsorarmshotel.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rates $250 - $1750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  &gt;Afternoon Tea: $24-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-6765815838759668004?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6765815838759668004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=6765815838759668004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/6765815838759668004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/6765815838759668004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2008/01/afternoon-tea-at-windsor-in-toronto.html' title='Afternoon Tea at the Windsor in Toronto, Canada'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R3vIz8QtQPI/AAAAAAAAASk/lUYOboRTuNY/s72-c/bedfords+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-5595603190545327196</id><published>2007-11-18T17:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:46:05.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leaving Mother Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lugu Hu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namu Palace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Namu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosuo'/><title type='text'>Eating History at Mother Lake, China</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;A culture dominated by women! No marriage! Sex as pleasure! Fresh food in abundance! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hucY2s-nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lo9YKW1ccKA/s1600-h/IMG_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136476809003334258" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hucY2s-nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lo9YKW1ccKA/s200/IMG_4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mosuo people can be found on the shores of Mother Lake (Lugu Hu), at the foot of Mother Mountain, on the border of China's Sichuan and Yunnan Provinces. Their story is told best by Yang Erche Namu in her memoir &lt;em&gt;Leaving Mother Lake&lt;/em&gt; (2003). Now Namu has opened a guest house &lt;a href="http://www.namupalace.com/"&gt;http://www.namupalace.com/&lt;/a&gt; on a peninsula overlooking this remote and beautiful lake. Here the intrepid tourist can experience the lake and enjoy a taste of Mosuo culture with Namu's extended family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0ht2Y2s-kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6vIK1Lm1hhU/s1600-h/IMG_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136476156168305218" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 193px; cursor: pointer; height: 145px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0ht2Y2s-kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6vIK1Lm1hhU/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at Mother Lake after a stunning 10 hour scenic bus trip from Lijiang along the Yangtse River through 5 mountain ranges. On arriving at the guest house, we were served hot butter tea (salty and tasty) and sulima wine (like a rich sherry) by Namu's cousin and then taken to a nearby restaurant owned by her brother and his family. Here we selected fresh fish and vegetables in the open kitchen for our dinner served in a large wooden room decorated with a Tibetan shrine and posters of Namu. The food was very fresh but not particularly spicy or exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hqfI2s-iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EjFdcXOcCJ4/s1600-h/IMG_3980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136472458201463330" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 189px; cursor: pointer; height: 142px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hqfI2s-iI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EjFdcXOcCJ4/s320/IMG_3980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hsso2s-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aJ8TA33pzOU/s1600-h/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136474889152952882" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 195px; cursor: pointer; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hsso2s-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/aJ8TA33pzOU/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, after a breakfast of Mosuo pancakes (a kind of leek flatbread) we were taken by pig trough boat to Bird Island for a picnic. The women rowed and the men cooked. The main course, a live chicken, travelled with us in the small boat. While we explored the island, the chicken was boiled with potatoes and vegetables. Again, the food was very fresh and nourishing but a little bland. However, it went very nicely with beer chilled in the pristine lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0ht-I2s-lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3kz1Sy4t0Cc/s1600-h/IMG_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136476289312291410" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0ht-I2s-lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3kz1Sy4t0Cc/s200/IMG_4022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That afternoon we were invited to tea with Namu's mother who still presides over the family compound in a small village on the Sichuan side of the lake. We were served butter tea, sulima wine, and fresh crispy cakes in a tiny room with an open fire, a poster of Mao, and 3 or 4 Mosuo hams hanging from the ceiling. This room is exactly as described in &lt;em&gt;Leaving Mother Lake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0huVI2s-mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5iKb8hRc0g0/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136476684449282658" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0huVI2s-mI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5iKb8hRc0g0/s200/IMG_4025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fortunately our fellow guests were fluently bi-lingual and could translate Namu's mother's conversation about her famous daughter and the old ways. When our Chinese friend asked if they still followed the old customs and spoke the ancient language, she answered in Mandarin "You are many and we are few". Her daughters have moved to the city but her sons have stayed behind. She proudly showed us her goat and a new room she has built for her youngest son and his family. Offering us more food for the journey back, she did a little dance step and wished us well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;After visiting the wetlands at the end of the lake and the sacred cave in the heart of the mountain (now reached by chairlift), we finished our day with hotpot back at the family restaurant surrounded by mounds of food and many children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Mosuo people in their remote land are a colourful reminder of a unique culture which has been almost lost to the world. Because of Namu and a small band of cultural anthropologists, we can live a little of that fascinating history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-5595603190545327196?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/5595603190545327196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=5595603190545327196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/5595603190545327196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/5595603190545327196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/11/eating-history-at-mother-lake-china.html' title='Eating History at Mother Lake, China'/><author><name>iceheart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15265480801526022400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R0hucY2s-nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Lo9YKW1ccKA/s72-c/IMG_4054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-4591486641819856238</id><published>2007-11-12T21:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:46:24.228Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='montreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairmount'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairmount Bakery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bagel'/><title type='text'>Bagels for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner in Montreal, Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R11iPNgEYTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l--WiBe74oU/s1600-h/Fairmount+Bagel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R11iPNgEYTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l--WiBe74oU/s200/Fairmount+Bagel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142374362988699954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;What is a bagel? Well, it's essentially a bread roll with a hole in it. However, it's the texture that makes it distinct. The outside is usually brown and slightly crispy. Once you bite inside, it's usually dense, chewy and doughy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bready bites come in a variety of flavours and are o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;ften topped with see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;ds baked onto the outer crust. Legend has it that the bagel originated in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The story goes that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;in 1683 a (probably) Jewish baker wanted t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;o thank the king of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Poland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for protecting his countrymen from Turkish invaders and celebrate victory in the Battle of Vienna. In order to do this he made a special bread roll in the shape of a riding stirrup, known as a '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;Steigbügel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Georgia;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;' in German. However, another theory is that the bagel originated in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Krakow&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Poland&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt; sometime earlier. There are historical references to women being given &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;'beygls'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" &gt; as a gift during childbirth. Bagels are still used by mothers as teething rings today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The bagels popularity in Eastern Europe spread and eventually these bread rolls made their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; way to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; where they were sold on strings and viewed as a symbol of good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjGjGQwWrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MZenRiLY528/s320/Fairmount+Bagel+%283%29.jpg" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBexs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;At the turn of the 20th century, Eastern European immigrants began pouring into &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North America&lt;/st1:place&gt; and with them brought their recipes for bagels. Many settled in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and in 1919 Isabel Shlafman opened the first bagel bakery in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in a lane just of the street which was at that time known as 'The Main'. Today this street is &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Saint-Lawrence Boulevard&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjNBGQwWuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cgLhRo74CLs/s1600-h/Fairmount+Bagel+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132077194133134050" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 259px; cursor: pointer; height: 173px;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjNBGQwWuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cgLhRo74CLs/s320/Fairmount+Bagel+%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The bagels were rolled by hand and baked in a wood-fired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; oven, as they still are today in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; bakery's present location on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Fairmount Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; which lent the bakery its nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;e. The Original Fairmount Bakery officially opened for business in this spot in 1949 in what was a converted cottage housing the family above the shop. The family still runs the business today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v:imagedata href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjJS2QwWtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1hVtBXC7qmo/s320/Fairmount+Bagel+%282%29.jpg" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBexs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjNa2QwWvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cnRXpcPAUW4/s1600-h/Fairmount+Bagel+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132077636514765554" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 251px; cursor: pointer; height: 168px;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjNa2QwWvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cnRXpcPAUW4/s320/Fairmount+Bagel+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The bakery is open 24 hours and seven days a week. There are often queues out the door as customers line up to purchase the fresh bagels in flavours as diverse as sun-dried tomato and chocolate chip. Also on sale is a selection of accompaniments such as smoked salmon, tzaziki and cream cheese. Bagelicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: &lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;74 Fairmount Street West&lt;/st1:street&gt;, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Montreal&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel: (514) 272-0667&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairmountbagel.com/"&gt;http://www.fairmountbagel.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairmountbagel.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjGjGQwWrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MZenRiLY528/s320/Fairmount+Bagel+%283%29.jpg" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBexs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzjJS2QwWtI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1hVtBXC7qmo/s320/Fairmount+Bagel+%282%29.jpg" src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBexs%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-4591486641819856238?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/4591486641819856238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=4591486641819856238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/4591486641819856238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/4591486641819856238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/11/bagels-for-breakfast-lunch-and-dinner.html' title='Bagels for Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner in Montreal, Canada'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/R11iPNgEYTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/l--WiBe74oU/s72-c/Fairmount+Bagel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-8314363847353540822</id><published>2007-11-12T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T17:45:30.097Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Drake Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen Street'/><title type='text'>Ducking &amp; Diving at The Drake, Toronto, Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzivV2QwWnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9NKvN8Xixmg/s1600-h/DrakeOutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzivV2QwWnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9NKvN8Xixmg/s320/DrakeOutside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132044565266586226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The Drake Hotel is one of Toronto's hippest hotels.  Located on the fashionable Queen Street West strip, the Drake epitomizes the gentrification of this bohemian gallery district which now attracts downtown business folk as much as it does the creative types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A one-time dosshouse, this 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century building was originally known as Small's Hotel.   It opened in 1890 in order to service the Canadian Pacific Railway that linked Downtown Toronto with the city's lakeside beaches to the west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In 1949, a gentleman called Michael Lundy bought the place.   He added the grand lobby staircase as well as a lounge and restaurant to the hotel, which he renamed The Drake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/Rziv02QwWoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mVRTV8WTENs/s1600-h/Drake+bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/Rziv02QwWoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mVRTV8WTENs/s320/Drake+bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045097842530946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The hotel fell into disrepair over the years as it experienced life as a punk bar and rave venue before finally being resurrected by Jeff Stober in the early 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Perfect for hanging out with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Toronto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s trendy set, the hotel’s Sky Yard Bar and Underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; music venue are where the weekend action is.  &lt;/span&gt;The decor now combines high-end design with relics of the hotel's past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RziwH2QwWpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o6Z8dpWDhuM/s1600-h/Drake+Cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 169px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RziwH2QwWpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/o6Z8dpWDhuM/s320/Drake+Cafe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045424260045458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The 19 upstairs guestrooms are all individually kitted out with vintage furniture, reveal-all bathrooms and hi-tech gadgets.  For the amorous, an erotic room-service menu with a whole different set of gadget to play with is on offer.  If you are more in the mood for snuggling down together with a good book, a recommended read and knitted dolls are provided in each room.  After a long lie-in, there’s a street-side café where you can enjoy a leisurely brunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Address: 1150 Queen Street West, Toronto, Canada&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tel: 416-531-5042&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedrakehotel.ca/"&gt;www.thedrakehotel.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="line-height: 200%; font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Double room: $152-289 (+ tax)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-8314363847353540822?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/8314363847353540822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=8314363847353540822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/8314363847353540822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/8314363847353540822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/06/ducking-diving-at-drake-toronto-canada.html' title='Ducking &amp; Diving at The Drake, Toronto, Canada'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RzivV2QwWnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/9NKvN8Xixmg/s72-c/DrakeOutside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-3227818634512353361</id><published>2007-10-08T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:12:09.169Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tsukiji'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fish market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo'/><title type='text'>Something Fishy Going On at Tsukiji Market, Tokyo, Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/Rwpa3P62AVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4RBw-iHU1xE/s1600-h/squideye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/Rwpa3P62AVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4RBw-iHU1xE/s320/squideye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119003831672635730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If there’s on place to see over 400 different types of fish and seafood other than in the world’s oceans, it is at the Tsukiji fish market (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;築地市場&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Tsukiji shijō), &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;part of the Tokyo Metropolitan Central Wholesale Market which also handles meat, vegetables and flowers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of three fish markets in Tokyo trading over 700, 000 metric to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;nnes of seafood equivalent to 6 billion US dollars in value, Tsukiji is not only the largest fish market in Tokyo serving its 20 million plus residents but also in the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tsukiji handles about 2000 metric tonnes of seafood a day, employs around 60,000 workers and deals with everything from seaweed to some of the world’s most expensive caviar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s probably most famous for its tuna, some of which weigh in at a whopping 300kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The current market was built in 1935, after the Great Kanto Earthquake, and now attracts an average of 52,000 visitors per day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its roots, however, stem from the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; centur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y when the first Tokugawa shogun and builder of Edo, now &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:city&gt;, Tokugawa Ieyasu invited fishermen from Tsukudajima in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Osaka&lt;/st1:city&gt; to provide seafood for &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edo&lt;/st1:place&gt; castle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fish not purchased by the castle was sold near the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Nihonbashi&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Edo&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Merchants at this riverside fish market or ‘Uogashi’ were licensed by the Shogunate and soon became wealthy as population growth lead to demand increases and distribution networks became established.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Trade was at that time based on negotiation between buyers and sellers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In 1918, the so-called ‘Rice Riots’ took place across &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in protest against food shortages and the trading practices of wholesalers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a result, a Central Wholesale Market Law operating the markets through an auction system was established in 1923.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the same year the Great Kanto earthquake occurred and many of the private markets in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; were destroyed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was decided to construct central wholesale markets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nihonbashi fish market was relocated to the Tsukiji district (near Tsukiji Shijou Station on the Oedo subway line and the Tsukiji Station on the Hibiya subway line) and began operating once construction of the new market was completed in 1935.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The market consists of inner and outer market areas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The inner market area, or ‘jonai shijo’ is the licensed wholesale market and where the auctions, most of the fish processing and wholesale dealer transactions occur.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The outer market area, or ‘jogai shijo’ contains a mixture of wholesale and retail shops selling restaurant supplies, fishmonger tools and supplies (knives, wellington boots etc), groceries, seafood products and restaurants.  The wholesale fruit and vegetable market is in this section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tsukiji market is open daily from about 3:00am apart from Sundays and public holidays but probably best to check if you're planning an early morning visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RwpmJP62AWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aNhAJy2ABqc/s1600-h/pallets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RwpmJP62AWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aNhAJy2ABqc/s320/pallets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119016235538186594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trucks arrive during the night to unload all the fish which has been transported from the various oceans of the world to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; by ship or plane and after the the unloading, pre-auction inspections take place.  Around 5:00am the auctions commence.  Officially, tourists are not allowed into the inspection areas and auctions themselves although there are a few viewing spots and the remainder of the market is still accessible.  Apparently, it is sometimes possible to get into these areas discreetly and as long as you are respectful and do not touch the fish, a blind eye is usually turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The auctions tend to end around 7:00am at which point the fish is then moved to stalls by cart and taken to stalls operated by middlemen or loaded onto trucks for transportation to other destinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you linger by the middlemen's stalls, you can witness the stallholders preparing the fish for sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watching them cut the larger fish, such as tuna and swordfish is fascinating, and butchery becomes an art form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Something akin to samurai fishmongery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is suggested that you take a tour of the market but you can wander around by yourself but bear in mind that some areas might be off-limits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Tsukiji Market has 3 entrances: the main entrance, the Kaiko-bashi entrance and the Kachidoki-bashi entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kachidoki-bashi is a large drawbridge on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Harumi Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;. At the entrance gate, you will see a small office occupied by Tokyo Government guards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can ask for a booklet and map here which introduces the market in Japanese and English.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once you’ve finished viewing the many different types of fish and all the market life, you can wander over to one of the several restaurants located in Building 6 of the outer market, join the long queues and sample some of the freshest sushi in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Daiwa Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;大和寿司&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sushidai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;寿司大&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;) are two of the most popular restaurants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They&lt;span style=""&gt; open around 5:00am and close around midday as the market activity dies down and cleaning begins.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One final piece of advice is to take extreme care as you walk around the market area as it is a very busy working market, with slippery floors, knives and fish hooks all around.  You will see lots of motorized carts whizzing around all over the place at speed - they are just trying to get on with business.  Be careful, especially if you have children with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Official website:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsukiji-market.or.jp/youkoso/about_e.htm"&gt;Tsukiji Wholsale Market&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tourism.metro.tokyo.jp/german/route/033/33_map.html"&gt;Location map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Market Tours:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://homepage3.nifty.com/tokyoworks/TsukijiTour/TsukijiTourEng.htm"&gt;Tsukiji Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.kjps.net/user/kokopelli/fishmarket.html"&gt;Kokopelli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-3227818634512353361?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/3227818634512353361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=3227818634512353361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/3227818634512353361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/3227818634512353361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-fishy-going-on-at-tsukiji.html' title='Something Fishy Going On at Tsukiji Market, Tokyo, Japan'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/Rwpa3P62AVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4RBw-iHU1xE/s72-c/squideye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-6746023712775304234</id><published>2007-04-22T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:13:11.271Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roppongi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nishi-Azabu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kill bill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gonpachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tarantino'/><title type='text'>Be Part of the Movie Set in Tokyo, Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; is one city that can often make you feel as if you are walking on a movie-set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You might imagine the director about to shout ‘cut’ at which point the extras who surround you, many of whom are dressed in bizarre outfits, will all scuttle away and the amazing set around you will be dismantled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is, however, real and perhaps it is its ‘other-worldliness’ that has lead to it inspiring movies such as &lt;i style=""&gt;Blade Runner&lt;/i&gt; and being the location for Sofia Coppola’s more recent Oscar-winner &lt;i style=""&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One other recent blockbuster also took influences from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; city, and more specifically, the Gonpachi restaurant on the edge of the Roppongi hills at Nishi-Azabu.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That film was &lt;i style=""&gt;Kill Bill: Vol. 1&lt;/i&gt; whose acclaimed director, Quentin Tarantino, apparently used the restaurant interior as a basis for the ‘House of Blue Leaves’ in his film where ‘The Bride’ (Uma Thurman), decked in a yellow motorcycle jumpsuit, ‘kicks arse’ in one of hell of a martial arts fight scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RivIxU7iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0JMGg_ZhxU/s1600-h/japan07+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RivIxU7iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0JMGg_ZhxU/s320/japan07+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056355756411086674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Although not actually filmed in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the set was apparently constructed on a soundstage in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Beijing&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, it is rumoured that Tarantino took inspiration for the scenes from the restaurant and held a wrap party there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More recently, the former Japanese premier, Junichiro Koizumi, entertained George W. Bush in this rather rustic-looking &lt;i style=""&gt;izakaya&lt;/i&gt; (Japanese bar or restaurant).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s certainly atmospheric and retains a down-to-earth feel with diners welcomed vociferously by all the staff on arrival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can sit at tables on the balcony level or around the central kitchen area where delicious &lt;i style=""&gt;yakitori&lt;/i&gt; (barbecue grilled skewers of meat or vegetables) are prepared.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Eringi mushrooms, Kuroge beef and bacon wrapped tomatoes were all cooked to perfection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Soba&lt;/i&gt; (buckwheat flour) noodles are another house speciality and suggested as a filler after you have sampled the various tapas-style offerings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The place gets busy so either get there around 6pm or book ahead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You might not see Uma whooping it up in the flesh with Quentin but you can certainly recall images of her flying through the air and dispatching members of the underworld as you enjoy the food and atmosphere of the place without a yellow jumpsuit in sight!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Gonpachi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; 1-13-11 Nishi-Azabu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Minato-ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 106-0031&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Tel: 03-5771-0180&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gonpachi.jp/en/casual/home/index"&gt;http://www.gonpachi.jp/en/casual/home/index&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Opening hours: 5pm – 2am&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Credit cards accepted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-6746023712775304234?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/6746023712775304234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=6746023712775304234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/6746023712775304234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/6746023712775304234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/04/be-part-of-movie-set-in-tokyo-japan.html' title='Be Part of the Movie Set in Tokyo, Japan'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_1_BzkPx-KO4/RivIxU7iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S0JMGg_ZhxU/s72-c/japan07+137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-117079417222138281</id><published>2007-02-06T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:15:07.178Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Guarida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paladar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tomas Gutierrez Alea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fresa y Chocolate'/><title type='text'>Gastro Revolution in Havana, Cuba</title><content type='html'>Cuba is perhaps best known for its socialism, salsa, rum, vintage cars and cigars rather than its gastronomy but amid the decaying colonial buildings and pot-holed streets of a city which until recently appears to have been stuck in a 1950s timewarp, there can now be found a few hidden gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1950s, American movie stars and gangsters ruled the roost in this vibrant Caribbean city by gambling and partying until the place rocked. And rocked it was when Castro and his revolutionaries swept to power. A population exodus, the US blockade and an era of isolation followed in which socialist friends supported the remaining population of this small island state and its charismatic leader in their stance against the might of Uncle Sam and his cronies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times change and the latter half of the 1990s saw Cuba follow its socialist pals by somewhat reluctantly embracing a more 'commercial' form of socialism. Tourism. Poor infrastructure, tight government control and restricted imports, however, mean that the industry has not been able to flourish in quite the same way as its Caribbean neighbours. In terms of servicing the tourists most hotels and restaurants are state controlled. Restaurants often have limited menus due to food rationing and although cheap are not usually able to stretch much beyond providing the average customer with something to line their stomach. Indeed, there is a Cuban joke about the standard of the cuisine, "The three great gains of the revolution - health, education and culture - have been at the expense of breakfast, lunch and dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government eventually decided that private individuals should be given the chance to profit from the growing tourist market and so introduced 'paladares'. Apparently named after a restaurant in Brazilian soap opera these small restaurants are able to offer home-cooked food despite being evermore tightly controlled and subject to a wealth of regulations. These regulations include a limit of the number of diners, theoretically a maximum of twelve, and rules that employees must be family members and that seafood or beef cannot be served. Free enterprise has not completely arrived. However, the paladares existence means that tourists can sample something other than the staple tourist fare of comida criolla (chicken, pork rice and beans), moros y cristianos (beans and rice) or peso pizza. Paladar prices are still out of reach for most Cubans so don't expect to be dining with the locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paladares vary in standards but one that has attracted some notoriety both for its clientele and cuisine is La Guarida ('the hideaway or den'). Hard to find in a residential area of Vedado, only the bouncers on the door would suggest anything special lies behind the crumbling walls of this former palace, now an apartment building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing hangs from clotheslines, a dusty old car is parked in the former entrance hall and as you climb the winding marble staircase that once exhibited more grandeur than it does today you might even see a gaggle of children playing baseball in the former ballroom, at one time more used to dancing than batting. Eventually you reach the third floor and through a wooden door you feel as if you have entered a brave new world. La Guarida is in reality an apartment like many of the others on the corridor but its mustard yellow walls, cluttered Cuban kitsch decoration and photographs of famous American visitors coupled with the flavoursome aromas emanating from the tiny kitchen sandwiched between the dining rooms make it feel atmospheric and as if you are somehow subverting the Cuban socialist ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, La Guarida does have what some may consider to be a 'subversive' past. Tomás Gutiérrez Alea's controversial and Oscar-nominated Cuban film 'Fresa y Chocolate' (Strawberries and Chocolate) was shot here during the early 1990s, considered to be a black period for Cuba when the fall of the Soviet Union lead to an economic crisis as Cuba lost a key financial backer. The title of the film refers to ice cream flavours - the colour of strawbery ice cream, pink, is a metaphor for homosexuality and creativity, the brown of the chocolate symbolises the daily slog of state-controlled life. Tasting his ice cream, one of the film's main protagonists remarks that it, "is the only good thing left in this country. Soon they'll export it, and for us ... water and sugar." Today, film-makers and film stars visit the former film set. Uma Thurman, Benicio del Toro, Jack Nicholson, Pedro Almodovar and Steven Spielberg have all eaten here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is considered to be nuevo Latin cuisine combining local ingredients in a fusion of Cuban and European styles. Whilst it may not rival that served in restaurants across the water it does attempt to move away from the more staple Cuban dishes and add a creative twist in terms of combining meat and fish dishes with more exotic flavours, for example, tuna in a coconut sauce. The bar is fully stocked but, be warned, don't ask for a Bacardi rum, the Bacardi family are not flavour of the month in Cuba. Havana Club is a better option. Things have moved on from Cuba's dark days when the Soviet Union collapsed, the Russians left and the period when 'Fresa y Chocolate' was set. Now there is a lot more than ice cream on the menu, although you can have your own taste of strawberry and chocolate ice cream, and Cuba can begin to think about exporting its positive gastronomic reputation rather than simply water and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal for 2 including drinks: approx $40&lt;br /&gt;Reservations recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Guarida&lt;br /&gt;Concordia No.418 /Gervasio y Escobar.&lt;br /&gt;Centro Habana.&lt;br /&gt;Havana&lt;br /&gt;Tel: (537) 863-7351, 866-9047&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laguarida.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.laguarida.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-117079417222138281?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/117079417222138281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=117079417222138281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/117079417222138281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/117079417222138281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2007/02/gastro-revolution-in-havana-cuba.html' title='Gastro Revolution in Havana, Cuba'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-116465602836523601</id><published>2006-11-27T19:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:41:22.650Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rui Jin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hazara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shanghai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mohawk Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Na Thai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Face'/><title type='text'>Party like The Party at Rui Jin, Shanghai, China</title><content type='html'>In the heart of Shanghai's French Concession lies an oasis of calm and respite offering a breather from the noise, chaos and pollution of one of the world's mega-cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rui Jin hotel and garden complex comprises of a number of buildings dating back to Shanghai's previous heyday of the 1920s and now encountering a resurgence in the 21st century boom the city is now experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two original buildings of the four located on the estate, which also houses three gardens and a small lake, were built in the 1920s by a British man, Henry Lester 'Mohawk' Morris.  The other two buildings on the estate were completed in the 1930s.  Morris was the founder of the &lt;em&gt;North China Daily News,&lt;/em&gt; a horse and greyhound breeder and leading figure on the local dog-racing circuit - he practically  owned the 'canidrome'  on Maoming Lu.  Along with his two sons, Harry and Hayley, a German businessman and a Japanese ex-pat, Morris lived on the estate for many years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk Morris remained on the estate until his death in 1952 but prior to this most of the buildings were taken over by various political factions.    During the Japanese occupation, part of the estate was used by the Mitsui Trading Company and the Mitsui Garden was established.  In 1945, the Kuo Ming Tang used the property as their headquarters and Madame Song Mei Ling, Chiang Kai Shek's wife, once stayed here.  The Communist Party moved in in 1949 and the buildings were used by a number of Party officers including Shanghai's first mayor, Mr Chen Yi.  In 1956, the estate became a regional government hotel and many of China's leaders, as well of heads of state from around the world, stayed here.  The guesthouse was opened to the public in 1979. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as well as containing the Rui Jin Guesthouse, part of the complex is occupied &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/528350/shanghai%20044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/727412/shanghai%20044.jpg" border="0" height="255" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by restaurants and bars.  Most notably, the Face Bar, which is housed in a large, red-bricked villa.  The Face Bar is part of a chain of Asian 'caravanerseri' bars and provides a relaxing environment filled with rich colours and Chinese artifacts, including a number of traditional raised beds.  The bar caters for the Shanghai elite and as well as an assortment of drinks serves divine desserts, which can also be found at the Visage cafe in the Xintiandi complex a few blocks away.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/747286/shanghai%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/461572/shanghai%20039.jpg" border="0" height="207" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also housed in the same building as the Face Bar is the Lan Na Thai restaurant.  Lan Na Thai means 'many rice fields' and is the name of a region in northern Thailand.  The food is delicate and authentic with prices of approximately 100-100RMB for a main course.  Just next door, in what appears to be a converted garage, is the Indian restaurant, Hazara, named after an Afghan tribe and region.  The food comprises of traditional snacks, curries, tandoori and handi-cooked specialities.   All are deliciously spiced with complementary flavours.  A meal for two with beers &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/645128/shanghai%20033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/158136/shanghai%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is in the region of 600RMB so not cheap for China but worth the splurge if you have a big wallet.  The style of cuisine served emanates from northern India and is served in a beautifully decorated dining room full of original Indian-crafted items.    The bonus of all these restaurants being housed in the one complex is that you can finish off the evening with coffee and an aperitif in the beautiful grounds under the trees lit with romantic lanterns and feeling a million miles away from the hustle and bustle of China's second city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebars.com/en/shanghai/restaurant/"&gt;http://www.facebars.com/en/shanghai/restaurant/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-116465602836523601?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/116465602836523601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=116465602836523601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/116465602836523601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/116465602836523601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/11/party-like-party-at-rui-jin-shanghai.html' title='Party like The Party at Rui Jin, Shanghai, China'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-116465521644845574</id><published>2006-11-27T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:20:14.616Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shanghai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Graves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bund'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='union assurance company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neal Giles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new heights'/><title type='text'>Discovering New Heights in Shanghai, China</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/452791/shanghai%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Bund in Shanghai is a one mile stretch of the western side of the Huangpu River and has been witness to much of the city's turbulant history.  The word 'Bund' is thought to originally come from the Urdu word 'band', meaning an embankment, levee or dam, and to have been brought to Shanghai by the hotelier, Victor Sassoon, who built the Cathay Hotel (now called The Peace Hotel) on the corner of The Bund and Nanjing Road.  Originally a tow path along the river, the Chinese authorities required 30 feet of space to be left between the water's edge and any buildings constructed along The Bund in order to allow movement up and down the path and account for tidal variation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buildings started to be constructed along The Bund, formerly part of the British settlement but later becoming part of the international settlement, in the late 19th century and the building boom continued into the early part of the 20th century.  This area along the river rapidly became a major banking and trading hub in East Asia.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/516159/shanghai%20058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/116772/shanghai%20058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Communists came to power, many of the banks and trading houses along The Bund were closed or forced to move out.   A later reversal of policy saw many of the landmark buildings restored to their former use but it was in the 1990s that the Shanghai Municipal Government decided to regenerate the area in a bid to boost tourism.  The view of The Bund has now changed with a 10-metre high levee and walkway constructed in order to prevent flooding.  Despite its ugly appearance the walkway provides promenading opportunities for both Shanghai residents and tourists as well as great views of both the buildings on The Bund, the Huangpu river traffic and the Pudong skyscrapers beyond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Towards one end of the mile-long stretch, lies No.3 The Bund, an elegant post-renaissance building built in 1916 by the Union Assurance Company and for many years occupied by the East Asiatic Bank and the Mercantile Bank of India.Having fallen into disrepair, the building was re-designed by a US architect, Michael Graves, and re-opened in 2004.   The building now houses designer shops, a spa, an art gallery and three excellent restaurants bringing a touch of style back to The Bund, not that it ever really went away for long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the 7th floor is New Heights, a contemporary brasserie offering fabulous views, great food and stylish dining at a much more reasonable price than some neighbouring restaurants on The Bund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/838968/shanghai%20053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/651116/shanghai%20053.jpg" border="0" height="181" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interior is modern with  a wonderful wine cellar lining the interior corridor, open kitchens, a bar area and 'Ally Mcbeal style' conveniences i.e. unisex.  The exterior though is where it's at and it's well worth booking a spot on the terrace in order to benefit from its superlative view.  Outdoor heaters are provided for nights with a chill in the air.  If you're able to really splash out, you might be interested in the Cupola, which houses two private dining rooms, above the terrace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/60852/shanghai%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 277px; height: 199px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/936308/shanghai%20042.jpg" border="0" height="208" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant kitchen is headed by Neal Giles, an Australian who has previously worked at the Burj Al Arab in Dubai and the menu, catering for both Asian and Western tastes, amuses by offering things that swim, things that walk etc.  A nice touch to finish is the chance to have mini deserts - half price and half the calories but all the taste.  The hot chocolate fondant with rosemary ice cream (pictured) is simply divine.  However, if you really want to finish the night with a Shanghai flourish take a stroll along The Bund and simply drink it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: 7/F, 3 on the Bund, Shanghai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tel: 021-63210909&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opening hours: 10:00 - 02:00&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Total bill for 2 with wine: approx 400-500RMB&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All major credit cards accepted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reservations recommended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-116465521644845574?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/116465521644845574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=116465521644845574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/116465521644845574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/116465521644845574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/11/discovering-new-heights-in-shanghai.html' title='Discovering New Heights in Shanghai, China'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-116465003182040380</id><published>2006-11-27T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:18:42.376Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='molecular gastronomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Duck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heston Blumenthal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bray'/><title type='text'>Culinary Alchemy at The Fat Duck, Bray, UK</title><content type='html'>As you walk through the sleepy village of Bray, nestled on the River Thames in Royal Berkshire, you would not necessarily be aware of the gastronmic delights contained within its boundaries. Bray is home to two of the UK's three 3* Michelin restaurants, The Waterside Inn, owned and run by the Roux family, and The Fat Duck, owned and run by Heston Blumenthal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/902772/shanghai%20112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 272px; height: 196px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/805334/shanghai%20112.jpg" border="0" height="137" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Fat Duck is just a few miles from the Queen of England's castle in Windsor and was named as 'the best restaurant in the world' in 2005 by Restaurant magazine. It has now slipped ever so slightly to number two after El Bulli in Spain but that just leaves room for further improvement...perfection needs to be challenged every now and then, and Heston Blumenthal no doubt relishes the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brits today take an average of 27 minutes for a lunch break and spend £3.20...trust me, you'll spend longer and a lot more on lunch at The Fat Duck...but enjoy every mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/236807/shanghai%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 158px; height: 230px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/272084/shanghai%20111.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The biggest hurdle, apart from the financial shock of spending upwards of £80 a head on a meal, and that's without wine, is that you'll have to book months in advance and don't expect to take a huge party; the restaurant is small and the largest table seats six. As you walk through the village past Mr Blumenthal's other enterprise, The Hind's Head, you could be forgiven for walking past one of England's finest with no visible name and only the licencee's name plate giving away the secret of what is housed behind the door and solid walls of this former country pub. Modestly decorated with clean, simple and unpretentious furnishings, you are greeted by the multi-national waiters and from there on in the&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/1600/582481/shanghai%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 232px; height: 170px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6766/2263/320/199635/shanghai%20110.jpg" border="0" height="170" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; culinary journaey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An invitation to a glass of champagne from a selection is issued, without a price guide I hasten to add, and then the menu is presented. There is a tasting menu at £97.75 which includes some of Heston's infamous dishes, such as 'snail porridge' and 'egg and bacon ice cream' cooked in front of you in liquid nitrogen. The a la carte, however, offers three wonderful courses supplemented by a number of taster dishes in the interludes between courses. Examples of the sampling morsels offered include 'mustard ice cream in a red cabbage gazpacho', 'oyster in a passion fruit jelly on a bed of lavender salt', 'carrot and orange lollipops' and 'beetroot jellies'. One of the main courses, 'sole veronique', was served with a 'parsley foam', a 'champagne gel' and simply the best chips I've ever tasted - the secret is apparently the type of potato and that they are cooked twice. For dessert my friend received a pleasant surprise with her space-dust infused chocolate desert sending her back to her childhood as mini-explosions took place in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heston Blumenthal has created his niche by specialising in what is termed 'molecular gastronomy' combined with an interest in the psychology of eating. Over the past ten years or so he has worked with leading food scientisits to break down the barriers of both our perception of food and the way food is both cooked and combined. He examines flavour and cooking processes in their minutae and likes to play with colour, expectation and taste. He has even established his own Fat Duck laboratory in Bray. This innovative approach to food has lead to Blumenthal being named as one of the world's most influential chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meal we enjoyed took 3 hours and cost just over £110 each with wine and coffee. Above the national average in every sense but truly a magical experience...a masterpiece of culinary alchemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fat Duck&lt;br /&gt;High Street&lt;br /&gt;Bray&lt;br /&gt;SL2 2AQ&lt;br /&gt;Berkshire&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 01628 580 333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fatduck.co.uk/"&gt;www.fatduck.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-116465003182040380?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/116465003182040380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=116465003182040380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/116465003182040380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/116465003182040380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/11/culinary-alchemy-at-fat-duck-bray-uk.html' title='Culinary Alchemy at The Fat Duck, Bray, UK'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-114588709574509138</id><published>2006-04-24T13:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:29:56.986Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Yorker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natalie Ascencios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harold Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gertrude Stein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faulkener'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Algonquin Hotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Parker'/><title type='text'>Drinking History at New York's Algonquin Hotel, USA</title><content type='html'>"I love a martini/but two at most/three I'm under the table/four I'm under the host" wrote Dorothy Parker in "the glorious decade" (1919-29) when Parker, Robert Benchley, Edna Ferber, Harold Ross and their fellow wits lunched at their famed round table in the Algonquin Hotel. Ironically, they couldn't drink any martinis at all. It was Prohibition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 259px; height: 149px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/painting.jpg" border="0" height="144" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the history seeking tourist can drink with pleasure. A sense of the hotel's past is everywhere, from the tiny couch across from the front desk for the Algonquin house cat Matilda to Natalie Ascencios's painting "A Vicious Circle" hanging behind the round table. We arrived on a wet afternoon and were immediately charmed by the dark wood lobby and the cocktail lounge filled with comfortable chairs, framed photos of famed guests, and, perhaps, guests about to be famous working at their laptops. The courteous staff were amused as we took photos of the round table, painting, lobby, piano and each other. We then settled at a tiny table and sank into a larger version of Matilda's couch to drink in the Algonquin experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cocktail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/cocktail.jpg" border="0" height="210" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classic (and very expensive) cocktails are a must so we began with the Matilda, a lovely mix of Mandarin Absolut, cointreau, orange peel, and champagne. Then a New Yorker, a Negroponi, and of course a martini (or two). The cocktails are served on a napkin printed with Parker's martini poem, accompanied by a bowl of salted nuts. As we sank deeper into the couch, a pianist softly played Cole Porter and Gershwin and history became alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For readers of "The New Yorker" the Algonquin is a holy shrine. "The New Yorker" was founded in 1925 by Harold Ross, a regular at the round table. "New Yorker" writers and editors would gather regularly at the Algonquin for lunch. Faulkner wrote his Nobel Prize speech in his Algonquin room in 1950; Gertrude Stein often stayed at the Algonquin as well. Actors, writers, musicians, the rich and the famous have stayed at and written about the hotel. Aware of its unique history, the Algonquin provides a leaflet "Tribal Tales of the Algonquin" featuring "New Yorker" ads from 1931 and facts about the hotel's noted visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the warm glow of $13 cocktails, classic American music, soft chairs, dark wood, Japanese wallpaper, images of "the vicious circle", thoughtful and attentive service, literary history is as exciting now as it was being made in "that glorious decade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Algonquin Hotel&lt;br /&gt;59 West 44th St.&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York 10036&lt;br /&gt;212-840-6800&lt;br /&gt;www.AlgonquinHotel.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-114588709574509138?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/114588709574509138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=114588709574509138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114588709574509138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114588709574509138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/04/drinking-history-at-new-yorks.html' title='Drinking History at New York&apos;s Algonquin Hotel, USA'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-114536607844772493</id><published>2006-04-18T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:24:03.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hemingway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Havana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Floridita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambos Mundos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Bodeguita del Medio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For whom the bell tolls'/><title type='text'>Hemingway's Havana Haunts, Havana, Cuba</title><content type='html'>Ernest Hemingway...American novelist, short-story writer, journalist, Nobel prize winner, ambulance driver, fisherman, secret agent, playboy, animal-lover, madman, alcoholic? Whichever title you choose, 'Papa' was his own preferred nomenclature, certainly during his time in residence on the Caribbean island of Cuba, his adopted home for two decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cuba%20086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 187px; height: 212px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/cuba%20086.jpg" border="0" height="152" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Cuba's architectural glory is literally crumbling and you could be forgiven for feeling you have stepped into a time-machine and been transported to a former age as 1950s Chevrolet after 1950s Chevrolet passes you by in varying shades of pastel-ness. Despite initial appearances and if you look beyond the flaking paint and the cracking walls there lie hidden gems waiting to be discovered. One of these, the city of Havana, which in part is now a UNESCO world heritage site and gradually being restored, played host to 'Papa' Hemingway and provided inspiration for some of his most famous works. As you tour Havana's intoxicating old town, it is quite easy to punctuate your efforts with stops at the former drinking dens of the renowned drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within staggering distance of Edificio Bacardi, the former headquarters of the Bacardi rum clan, now famously at loggerheads with the Cuban government and no longer producing rum in Cuba, there's the Floridita. This bar is where Hemingway would come to drink daiquiris on his way home to his four dogs and 57 cats at Finca Vigia, his farm on the outskirts of the city. Hemingway once said that alcohol was his “best friend and severest critic”. After twelve daiquiris, reputedly Hemingway's normal intake in one session, it is perhaps easy to see why he considered the relationship a close one. Although partial to daiquiris as he was, Hemingway created his own version of the cocktail, now immortalised as the ‘Papa Doble’. The traditional Floridita daiquiri contains lime juice, a dash of maraschino, a shot of rum and half a teaspoon of sugar over crushed ice. Hemingway's variation cut out the sugar and doubled the rum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cuba%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/cuba%20122.jpg" border="0" height="236" width="181" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;La Bodeguita del Medio, located close to Plaza de la Cathedral was another regular hangout of Hemingway's being where he would come &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cuba%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when he fancied an alternative to the daiquiris. This bar and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cuba%20116.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 154px; height: 233px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/cuba%20116.0.jpg" border="0" height="290" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;restaurant, was where Papa would indulge in a mojito or two and, supposedly, endorsed his penchant for this establishment's particular concoction of rum, sugar, mint, water and ice by adding his name to the graffiti on the walls. Nowadays, the place is overrun with tourists and sadly, can no longer be said to serve the best mojitos in town. One suspects the management believe poor service, over-salted food and weak drinks can be compensated for by the curiosity value of the scribbled-on walls and celebrity photographs adorning them. Hemingway is no doubt turning in his grave at the state of the watering hole he once loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cuba%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/cuba%20104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For many years, Papa Hemingway stayed at the Hotel Ambos Mundos, close to the Plaza des Armes. The hotel has recently been renovated and now looks stylishly modern yet retains much of its traditional character. Hemingway stayed in Room 511, which can be viewed, at a fee for non-hotel guests, for seven years and is known to have worked on "For Whom the Bell Tolls" during this time. Today, the rooftop restaurant, reached by the birdcage lift, serves great mojitos and would perhaps be a more worthy recipient than La Bodeguita for 'the best mojito in town' award, although it should be said they are by no means the cheapest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you tour Cuba Hemingway's literary legacy lingers on but it has to be said that he has also left another legacy, of a more liquid kind, in Havana. Perhaps a more appropriate title for Papa Hemingway might be 'Old Man of the C'...the C standing for cocktail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Floridita&lt;br /&gt;Obispo No.557 esq. a Monserrate&lt;br /&gt;Tel:(53-7) 867 1299 or 867 1300 or 867 1301 Ext. 128&lt;br /&gt;Fax:(53-7) 33 8856 or 86 68856&lt;br /&gt;Weblink: &lt;a href="http://www.floridita-cuba.com/"&gt;http://www.floridita-cuba.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bodeguita del Medio&lt;br /&gt;Empedrado entre Cuba y San Ignacio&lt;br /&gt;(Near Plaza de la Cathedral)&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 62-4498&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Ambos Mundos&lt;br /&gt;Calle Obispo 153&lt;br /&gt;(Near Plaza des Armes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-114536607844772493?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/114536607844772493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=114536607844772493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114536607844772493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114536607844772493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/04/hemingways-havana-haunts.html' title='Hemingway&apos;s Havana Haunts, Havana, Cuba'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-114131443292579802</id><published>2006-03-02T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-07T15:41:33.936Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Street food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shanghai'/><title type='text'>Eating Shanghai,  Street Level</title><content type='html'>"Eating History" began in 2004 when we found ourselves eating burgers in the the former garden of the Soong family mansion, having a drink on the roof of the Peace Hotel, devouring beef tenderloin in the Paramount Ballroom and delicious Thai food in TV Soong's bedroom. But, my favourite way of experiencing Shanghai history is to walk through its streets and alleys eating everything from Shanghai's famous soup dumplings (xiao long bao) to roasted chestnuts and sweet potatoes in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street food is everywhere but history and food are nicely combined at Yuyuan Garden. Tourists are drawn to Yuyuan Garden for its picturesque buildings, garden, and shops. Avoid the expensive tourist restaurants and line up for soup dumplings at Nan Xiang (85 Yuyuan Lane). These dumplings look like a large Hershey Kiss but instead of chocolate, the bao is wrapped around a tasty mixture of pork and broth. The "soup" is created by moistening the dumpling wrap with soup. When the dumpling is steamed, a soup is formed inside. Be careful while eating as the hot soup tends to spurt out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/Chinese%20Veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/Chinese%20Veggies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After shopping and sightseeing, continue exploring the fascinating area surrounding Yuyuan Garden. Here you will find ancient Shanghai existing in the shadow of the giant skyscrapers surrounding Old Town. As you leave Yuyuan Garden, cross Henan Nan lu. On Henan Nan lu you will find excellent Muslim kabobs cooked over coals. Buy a piece of flat bread and a coke and continue on your way to the Baiyunguan Temple located near the ancient city wall. Follow the tiny winding alleys. As we walked and ate, we discovered beautiful displays of vegetables that would put WholeFoods to shame. Hidden in a tiny alley we found a Buddhist nunnery, a small temple, and shops selling paper offerings to the dead. Always there are shops selling bowls of noodles and at breakfast, scallion pancakes (cong you bing). The Baiyunguan Temple has recently been rebuilt at its original site by the old city wall. The temple and statues are new but the history of Daoism in Shanghai is as old as the city itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/Ji%20Dan%20Bing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/Ji%20Dan%20Bing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wherever you wander in the older parts of Shanghai not yet turned into the 21st century, you will find markets selling all sorts of fresh and cooked foods. If you are visiting Shanghai, flee your hotel breakfast buffet and find the streets where the Shanghainese are eating their breakfast ji dan bing. If you are working in Shanghai, you have already made this treat a breakfast staple. The ji dan bing is a wonderful combination of French, Chinese, and Mexican all rolled together. You'll see people lined up in front of a drum shaped grill. The ji dan bing maker, spreads crepe batter over the grill, then cracks an egg on top, adds Hoisin sauce, chives, coriander, and mustard plant leaves. The crepe is folded over and spread with chili paste. You'll be asked how much spice (la) you'd like. Unless you are used to the hottest Mexican chile, answer "yidianr la" (a little spice). Then something crunchy is added--some think this is fried bean curd skin, some just call it "fried fry", whatever it is, it's wonderful. The crepe is folded over again, cut in two, and placed in a plastic baggy so you can walk and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast, lunch, or dinner, spring, summer, winter, or fall, the streets of Shanghai are filled with food vendors who will provide the sustenance for you to experience Shanghai's fascinating past and present. Eat mooncakes in the fall, lichee nuts in the spring, roasted sweet potatoes in winter, and soup dumplings always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-114131443292579802?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/114131443292579802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=114131443292579802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114131443292579802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114131443292579802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/03/eating-shanghai-street-level.html' title='Eating Shanghai,  Street Level'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-114047403245625672</id><published>2006-02-20T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:27:10.546Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harrogate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookery school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking course'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bettys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Bettys Cookery School in Harrogate, UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/schoolsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/schoolsign.jpg" border="0" height="175" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Further to the previous article about Bettys in Harrogate, readers might be interested to learn about what a day at the Bettys Cookery School is like and, in so doing, be part of Eating History in the making!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cookery School is located to the south of Harrogate itself on a rather bland industrial estate. However, as you drive in through the gates of the Bettys site you enter a land of Swiss quality, chalet-style buildings and, most importantly, edible fancies. The School itself is next door to the craft bakery set amid a car park featuring rather quaint sculptures of tea pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low-rise building housing the School is clean, bright and functional containing a large training area equipped with granite work benches and high-tech demonstration wizardry along with all the essentials a budding chefette needs. In addition, there is also a relaxation area, cook’s library and small shop selling a modest selection of utensils and other tools of the trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/applecake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 187px; height: 188px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/applecake.0.jpg" border="0" height="226" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My day learning to cook Swiss specialities started at 8.45am with coffee and shortbread followed by an introduction to the staff and housekeeping rules. By 9.15am all 15 trainees were observing Richard, the senior trainer, demonstrating how to make our apple cakes light and moist. By 10.30am, we had all replicated Richard’s efforts and had managed, without disaster, to get our rather large buns in the oven, so to speak. It must be said, that our creations might not have been so speedily assembled or, perhaps, successful, had the ingredients not been so carefully measured out and pre-bagged by the professionals in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/cheffetes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 218px; height: 184px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/cheffetes.jpg" border="0" height="178" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this time, it was starting to feel rather warm and the coffee and croissant which accompanied our mid-morning break were very welcome. This breather also allowed time to chat with some of the other participants, mainly female, and learn that, for most, this was not their first visit. Indeed, it was their third or fourth time at the School and I was given some friendly warnings that my first foray into this foodie’s paradise was unlikely to be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/alpinemacaroni.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the break, we made a pearl barley soup and seemed to chop ‘til we nearly dropped! Francisco, the second trainer, was, however, on hand with encouraging words that the effort would be worth it in the end. My soup certainly looked and smelt good by the end of it all. This is more than can be said for my efforts at rolling out pastry into a neat circle, which was our next task. And I used to be so good with play dough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/alpinemacaroni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/alpinemacaroni.jpg" border="0" height="220" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pastry, once I eventually managed to get it looking mildly curvaceous, was put in the chiller and, in the afternoon, more chopping ensued to fill the pie base with onions and create a divine-looking Swiss Onion Tart. But, before this, we all set to on making lunch – a creamy alpine macaroni dish with bacon lardons, potatoes and raclette cheese. This was served with a lambs lettuce salad and Bettys’ bread, all washed down with a scrumptious glass of Swiss wine. Desert was ‘Engadine’, from the craft bakery – a tasty merengue and nut creation. Rather replete and slightly inebriated, I was very glad my fingers remained in tact as I attacked my onions post-lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fifth dish of the day was a mushroom and onion sauce to take home and serve on warm toast. In fact, I went home with enough food to feed a small army…well, my family at least. Departure was delayed though by yet another round of coffee and cake. As four o’clock rapidly approached it had become very obvious we were not going to be allowed home without a full tummy and full carrier bag of goodies. I, however, managed to go home with two carrier bags full of goodies as I also succumbed to the temptations of the kitchen shop by purchasing my own tools to recreate my Swiss specialities at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/Swissoniontart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 134px; height: 171px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/Swissoniontart.jpg" border="0" height="219" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The proof of the pudding comes in the tasting and, all I can say is that the silence which descended over the dinner table later in the evening as my family tucked into the Swiss Onion Tart said it all! Compliments to the chef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details of Bettys Cookery School visit: &lt;a href="http://www.bettyscookeryschool.co.uk/"&gt;www.bettyscookeryschool.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-114047403245625672?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/114047403245625672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=114047403245625672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114047403245625672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114047403245625672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/02/bettys-cookery-school-in-harrogate-uk.html' title='Bettys Cookery School in Harrogate, UK'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-114013081561251798</id><published>2006-02-16T22:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:26:35.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Binghamtom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiedies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharkey&apos;s'/><title type='text'>The Spiedies of Binghamton in New York, USA</title><content type='html'>Legend has it that while at Balliol College, Oxford, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Robert Southey were so dazzled by the French Revolution they planned to create a utopian community to implement its ideals. They chose a site in the "New World" by scrutinizing a map of New York state and liking the name of the Susquehanna River. However, the next year Coleridge married and the plans for this "pantisocracy" were abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the New World, however, a not so ideal manufacturing community developed at the junction of the Susquehanna and Chenango rivers. Instead of lyric poets, immigrants from Italy and Poland settled in the Triple Cities of Binghamton, Endicott, and Johnson City to work in the factories making shoes, airplanes, cameras and business machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in upstate New York, drive south from the charming towns and wineries of the Finger Lakes District and see where Utopia might have been. In keeping with our mandate of eating history, take a bite of Binghamton's immigrant history. Eat the mysterious spiedie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italian immigrants created a recipe for marinated lamb cooked on a skewer and served with a chunk of warm crusty bread. The spiedie is found only in the Binghamton area and the exact ingredients of the marindade are a closely guarded secret. The spiedie itself is tender, juicy, spicy, and unforgettable. The marinade hints of vinegar, garlic, oregano, and "many more spices". Once you've eaten a spiedie, you will want to return to the rather seedy urban wasteland of Binghamton for another and another. Most of the factories are gone but not the spiedie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/sharkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/sharkeys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each Binghamton resident has a favorite spiedie recipe and restaurant. Many feel the best place for spiedies is Sharkey’s. Located in a working class area of small houses and shops, the restaurant is a wonderful example of Binghamton history. Sharkey’s has been run by the same family for more than 50 years. Over the wooden bar are the iconic Shultz and Dooley talking Utica Club Beer mugs now silently looking at the dance floor and ancient bowling game that have done service for decades. The “dining room” has utilitarian wooden tables and booths. The walls are green, the napkins and plates are paper, but the no nonsense ambience is rather charming. You can order clams, pizza, cabbage rolls, pierogis, and even salads……..but you want the spiedies and a pitcher of beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiedies are brought to you on a skewer with a piece of Italian bread soaking up the juice. You have a choice of pork or chicken. The pork is tastier and is closer to the lamb of the original recipe. You can order one or more skewer (the more the better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you have devoured the spiedies, sit back, swill your beer and think of the generations of workers, students, and families who have come to eat the mysterious spiedie. Enjoy the “charm” of this upstate New York classic and ponder whether Southey and Coleridge would also have found their way to Clinton Street to discuss the ideal society with students from Binghamton University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharkey’s Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;56 Glenwood Ave. (at Clinton St.)&lt;br /&gt;Binghamton, New York&lt;br /&gt;607-729-9201&lt;br /&gt;the weblink &lt;a href="http://www.sharkeysspiedies.com/"&gt;www.sharkeysspiedies.com &lt;/a&gt; was not functioning at the time of this posting&lt;br /&gt;the marinade can be ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.spiedie.com/"&gt;www.spiedie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-114013081561251798?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/114013081561251798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=114013081561251798' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114013081561251798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114013081561251798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/02/spiedies-of-binghamton-in-new-york-usa.html' title='The Spiedies of Binghamton in New York, USA'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-114012088708735507</id><published>2006-02-16T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:29:26.514Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kensington market'/><title type='text'>Kensington Market in Toronto, Canada</title><content type='html'>Toronto is proud of its cultural diversity and its restaurants. To best experience Toronto's multicultural history and its distinctive ethnic food, eat your way through Kensington Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto's Kensington Market is located 2 blocks south of College St., 2 blocks west of Spadina, and 2 blocks north of Dundas. Its narrow streets and alleys were home to 80% of Toronto's Jewish population at the beginning of the 20th century. As these first immigrants prospered and moved north, they were replaced by Chinese emigres. As the Chinese prospered and moved even further north, they were replaced by Portugese, Jamaicans, Viet Namese, Chileans, and always those looking for good food and good bargains. Now the Market area reflects each of these cultures and their foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin your eating tour with dim sum at the Bright Pearl Restaurant on St. Andrew near Spadina. Dim Sum is served all day from traditional carts pushed by friendly women happy to show you their offerings. Across the street is the old Minsk Synagogue, one of the last remnants of the Jewish past. Continue along St. Andrew and look at poultry, African crafts, Chinese herbs, fruit and vegetables. Turn left on Kensington and explore the vintage clothing stores, the best in Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to restore your energy, buy an apple at any of the fruit markets, or sample cheese at Global Cheese further north on Kensington. If you need caffeine, have the best cappuchino in Toronto at the Moonbean Cafe on St. Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceed north on Kensington to Baldwin St. which is filled with cafes, bakeries, headshops, craft stores, discount designer clothes, butchers, and shops displaying an array of dried nuts and fruits in open air bins much to the delight of snacking birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue west on Baldwin to Augusta. This street which runs from Dundas to College now offers everything from discount shoes to jumbo empanadas, handknitted sweaters to massages. At night the street is alive with music and Toronto's new "hot" restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best empanadas are at Jumbo Empanada but on the weekends the Latin American shops all offer empanadas and papusas. In summer, the outdoor patio of the Bellevue Cafe on Bellevue west of Augusta is a great place to have lunch or dinner. Or, follow your nose and have a burrito or a carne asada tortilla in any of the streetside cafes. The Free Times Cafe on College at Major St. serves nourishing Jewish food and on Sunday Bella's All You Can Eat breakfast buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner return to Augusta to have unique tapas at Torito or pad thai at Supermarket or an excellent prix fix French meal at La Palette. Vegetarians delight in the varieties of rice and toppings at the Rice Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend all or part of a day eating, shopping, people watching and experiencing history in this exciting Toronto neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For exact locations and hours check &lt;a href="http://www.toronto.com/"&gt;www.toronto.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-114012088708735507?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/114012088708735507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=114012088708735507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114012088708735507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/114012088708735507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/02/kensington-market-in-toronto-canada.html' title='Kensington Market in Toronto, Canada'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-113960388129516759</id><published>2006-02-10T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:31:37.046Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El 4 Gats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pere Romeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaudi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Picasso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cadafalch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puig'/><title type='text'>El 4 Gats in Barcelona, Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/El%204%20Gats.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/El%204%20Gats.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For a restaurant with such a feline name, one might be forgiven for expecting to see all things cat-like, bad-taste or beautiful, decorating ‘El 4 Gats’. The name of this restaurant and café bar, located in Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter, a stone’s throw from La Rambla, is in fact a cunning play on words and the only thing obviously feline is the wrought iron sign, decorated with the obligatory four black cats, and the odd, rather than overwhelming, cat painting or fairly tasteful piece of cat-inspired memorabilia. ‘El 4 Gats’ is actually Catalan slang meaning ‘a few people’ and the restaurant has a long history of gathering ‘a few people’ together within its adorned, tiled and panelled walls. A few of ‘the few’ can actually be seen on these same walls and, if not, their works of art might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘El 4 Gats’ provided a home to the Modernist art movement in Barcelona. Pere Romeu who performed at ‘Le Chat Noir’, a successful cabaret joint in late 19th century Paris, decided that he wanted to recreate the atmosphere of the Parisian restaurant in Barcelona. ‘El 4 Gats’ was born and opened on 12th June 1897 in the current building, designed by the architects Puig and Cadafalch. Pere Romeu was determined that the restaurant would become a meeting point for the avant-garde - bohemian conversationalists and artisans. His desire came to fruition and over the years a variety of poets, musicians, architects, painters and designers have passed through the door. Indeed, in 1899, a young Picasso began to frequent ‘El 4 Gats’ and later held his first exhibition in the restaurant. Despite differing widely in terms of their artistic preferences, Picasso shared his love of the restaurant with another notable Barcelona resident, Gaudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant staff may appear rather brusque and unwelcoming as they sort the wheat from the chaff on arrival by grilling guests on precisely what their victual intentions are before sitting them down. It’s a bit like meeting the prospective in-laws for the first time. Those of serious intent, in other words those who have come for ‘cena’ rather than a mere snackette, are ushered through the café bar/ cerveseria into the rear dining room, which is galleried, in more ways than one. The head waiter must be stickler for organisation as you are seated at rotationally-ordered tables around the dining room. You can almost countdown, using the emptying tables as your clock, to the next staff changeover. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/El%204%20Gats%20dining%20room.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The restaurant menu covers a range of traditional Catalan fare accompanied by a good selection of wines which emerge from the wine racks holding up the diners on the mezzanine floor above. The service is reasonable but do check your bill as three tables were overcharged at the time of my last visit. No doubt genuine mistakes, but rather a lot of mix ups for one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/El%204%20Gats%20bar.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/El%204%20Gats%20bar.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/El%204%20Gats%20bar.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the front of house, the café bar bustles with locals and tourists alike dipping their churros into hot chocolate or sampling one of the beers available on the extensive drink’s list. It’s fun to nose around the whole place and see if you can spot a masterpiece, although most are now reproductions…better still you could sketch your own and see if the barman will accept it in lieu of a few Euros. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrer de Montsiò 3 bis&lt;br /&gt;08002 Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 933 024 140&lt;br /&gt;Opening times: 1pm-1am everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nearest Metro: Catalunya&lt;br /&gt;Three course meal (incl. wine) for two people: €90&lt;br /&gt;Tips: Live music a regular feature&lt;br /&gt;Weblink: &lt;a href="http://www.el4gats.com/"&gt;www.el4gats.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-113960388129516759?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113960388129516759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=113960388129516759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/113960388129516759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/113960388129516759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/02/el-4-gats-in-barcelona-spain.html' title='El 4 Gats in Barcelona, Spain'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22263972.post-113960373302941645</id><published>2006-02-10T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:28:30.522Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bettys tea rooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harrogate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afternoon tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frederick Belmont'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bettys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bettys cafe'/><title type='text'>Bettys Café Tea Rooms in Harrogate, UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/bettyssign.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/bettyssign.0.jpg" border="0" height="151" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The North of England. A barren wasteland of industrial carnage, cloth caps and whippet breeders? Not so. Such long-held stereotypes of the northern parts are as untrue today as they always have been. One only has to look towards the spa town of Harrogate in North Yorkshire as proof that the North can ooze class, style and sophistication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set amid a circle of lush greenery, known as the Stray, this historic spa town is now a busy conference centre and weekend resort, as it always has been. Designer boutiques, a plethora of hostelries, delightful gardens, opulent Victorian Turkish Baths and grand hotels make it the ideal destination for those seeking a bit of R&amp;amp;R. Perhaps that’s the reason why the Americans have a base close by? Certainly, there is no shortage of foreign accents as you wander the hilly streets. Atop one of these, Montpellier Hill, stands the famous Bettys Café Tea Rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/bettysfront.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/bettysfront.0.jpg" border="0" height="183" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettys is a Northern institution. Nay! A British institution. Having said that, it is a British institution that arrived in Britain by way of Switzerland. Indeed, perhaps it’s an example of a true European union?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it’s common knowledge that the UK’s European neighbours, in the main, knock the spots off the British when it comes to the mastery of foreign languages, however, this is not and has not always been the case. Indeed, if it wasn’t for linguistic incompetence, Bettys may never have opened in the North of England at all. Frederick Belmont, a confectioner by trade, decided, like many who have gone before and come since, that the grass was greener on the other side. In this case, the other side being the other side of the English Channel. Belmont felt that his dreams of opening a business were more likely to come to fruition in England than in Switzerland so off he set. All was well until he arrived in London and instead of boarding a train to the South Coast, as intended, his inability to communicate in the native tongue and the hurly-burly of a London train station, meant he boarded a train bound for the North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belmont eventually pitched up in Yorkshire and, also like many who have gone before and come since, decided that it wasn’t such a bad place after all. The green landscape perhaps reminded him of home? In 1919, Belmont opened his first tea rooms in Harrogate. The blend of Yorkshire hospitality with Swiss culinary precision was a hit and royal patronage soon followed. The tea rooms remain a hit today yet have retained the elegance and style of the past. You can still view the Art Nouveau marquetry designs of Yorkshire scenes on the walls in the basement, known as the Spindler Gallery. These were commissioned by Belmont in the 1930s from Charles Spindler’s studio in Alsace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettys Café Tea Rooms in Harrogate is one of six Bettys cafes within the region. York, Northallerton, Ilkley and The Royal Horticultural Society’s Harlow Carr gardens also in Harrogate play host to the others. The larger of the York branches is also worth a visit. The interior design was apparently inspired by the Queen Mary cruise liner and still features a mirror on which Canadian and US ‘Bomber Boys’ scrawled their names as a lasting reminder of their time in residence at ‘Bettys' Bar’ in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/bettyswindow.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 229px; height: 210px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/bettyswindow.1.jpg" border="0" height="224" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As at many of the other locations, a testament to Bettys popularity in Harrogate is that on most days a queue extends at least to the doorway of the shop that precedes the café itself. On busy days this can even wind its way out of the door and down the hill past the Montpellier gardens. However, when you finally enter the shop it’s worth the wait as the sight of over 300 different edible fancies and the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee hit you. The coffee on sale is provided by another ‘northern institution’. Taylor’s, the Yorkshire tea and coffee merchants, who became Bettys' sister company in the 1960s, offer over 50 different varieties to tickle your taste-buds and complement the tasty morsels on offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Belmont believed that ‘if we want things just right then we have to do them ourselves’ and the company still adheres to this philosophy. All the culinary treats, such as Swiss Rősti and Yorkshire Curd Tart are made either in the kitchen or at the local Bettys Craft Bakery, next door to which is now located Bettys Cookery School, where the skills of baking and making chocolates are passed on to those of us less familiar with how to make things ‘fresh and dainty’ as Belmont prescribed – but not for free it must be said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/1600/afternoontea.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6766/2263/320/afternoontea.0.jpg" border="0" height="254" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether you go for brunch, lunch, afternoon tea or dinner (or all of the above), once you are eventually seated you’ll find the service is a delicious blend of silver service mixed with motherly care and attention. The waiters are suited and the waitresses wear traditional black and white ‘waitress outfits’ so rarely seen these days. No-one fusses over you but neither are they surly. The staff are happy to offer menu advice and don’t rush you out of the door even though they can see the ever-increasing queue trailing past the window. You get the feeling they really do care. On my last visit, they even inspected the density of the coffee and insisted a new pot be brought as the coffee had not been brewed for long enough. It seems strange in the UK to come across waiters and waitresses who consider their job to be a profession rather than a stop-gap on the way to the next job. But then perhaps Betty’s has been placed in the top 50 UK employers by The Times (2005) newspaper for a reason? Could it be this trickle-down effect of the company ethos, combining hospitable service with the delicious delicacies served, is why when you mention the fact you’re going to Bettys in a room of Yorkshire folk you are guaranteed to hear a cry of ‘Oooooh, I love Bettys!’?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who was Betty? Was she Belmont’s wife? Was she his sister? Well, mystery surrounds who this famous lady actually was. It could be Queen Elizabeth, the current queen’s late mother. It could be Betty Lupton, the ‘Queen of Harrogate Wells’, a former manageress of the Harrogate spa. It could even be a little girl who is thought to have inadvertently walked in on the Board’s first meeting in which the Tea Rooms were being discussed. Whoever she is, there can be no doubt, that these days there’s a jolly good cuppa and cake to be ‘ad round at our Bettys'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;1 Parliament Street&lt;br /&gt;Harrogate&lt;br /&gt;North Yorkshire&lt;br /&gt;HG1 2QU, UK&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: +44 (01423) 877300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening times: 9am – 9pm everyday&lt;br /&gt;Credit cards? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Reservations possible? No&lt;br /&gt;Tips: A pianist plays from 6pm every evening&lt;br /&gt;Two course meal for with tea/coffee = £40&lt;br /&gt;Children catered for&lt;br /&gt;Weblink: &lt;a href="http://www.bettys.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.bettys.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22263972-113960373302941645?l=eatinghistory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/feeds/113960373302941645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22263972&amp;postID=113960373302941645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/113960373302941645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22263972/posts/default/113960373302941645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eatinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/02/bettys-caf-tea-rooms-in-harrogate-uk.html' title='Bettys Café Tea Rooms in Harrogate, UK'/><author><name>Nomad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235283148051890700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
