Toast Poast Number 1915


From

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

By T.S. Eliot

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

 


Before the Toast and Tea is a singer-songwriter project in Omaha making time to create. Visions come before and after tea and toast. During, too. Visions with a soundtrack. Brownstacked, a cairn of toast. Soundcrack, the cracking of crisp crumb. Soundsmack, slurping hot tea.

Read All About It!

This news was a bit fresher when it was sent to me by Mike of ComicsDC. Thank you, Mike. Forgive me for the lag. Food, food and more food got in the way. Farm-to-Table Week at my son’s school, and me at work, up to my elbows in food, food, food, styling for Cuisine Solutions new launch.

One weekend and four naps later, The Lunch Encounter is OPEN.

Selected from The Times’s technology columnist, David Pogue’s free weekly e-mail newsletter.

The Creator of the Flip Camcorder Plans to Open 500 Grilled-Cheese-and-Soup Restaurants by 2015.

June 2, 2011, 2:57 PM

Flipping to Grilled Cheese

This spring, I taught a course at the Columbia Business School called, “Consumer Tech: What Makes a Hit a Hit, and a Flop a Flop.” It was supposed to be half lectures, half guest speakers.

One of my speakers was Jonathan Kaplan, founder and chief executive of Pure Digital. That’s the company that made the wildly successful Flip camcorders, the company that Cisco bought two years ago for $590 million, the company that Cisco then shut down last month, without any reasonable explanation.

One of my speakers was Jonathan Kaplan, founder and chief executive of Pure Digital. That’s the company that made the wildly successful Flip camcorders, the company that Cisco bought two years ago for $590 million, the company that Cisco then shut down last month, without any reasonable explanation.

Some highlights from the story:

Mr. Kaplan also gave us a few lessons from his life as a serial entrepreneur.

* “It’s not about the hour, day, week; it’s about the month, quarter, year.”
* “It’s better to be happy than to be right. (It’s hard for driven people to realize this.)”
* “Say thank you.”
* “Anything is possible.”

* “Simple is hard.”

* “The product’s name is really important. If we’d called it Zeezo, it would have failed.”

So what about the future? “I get an e-mail a week from investment bankers asking me to resuscitate Flip,” he said. But he’s not going there.

Instead, he told us, he intends to launch a new venture, one that embraces “all the same tenets as the Flip: Simple, nostalgic, memorable, affordable.” But he left us all hanging without telling us what it was.

Yesterday, he unveiled his new company. What do you supposed the creator of the Flip camcorder does for an encore?

He founds a chain of grilled-cheese-and-soup restaurants.

That’s right. He plans to open five The Melt restaurants around San Francisco this year, then 500 more nationwide by 2015. You’ll order online or from your phone; you’ll be sent a QR barcode, which you hold up to a scanner when you arrive at the restaurant. Your sandwich and soup combo ($8) will be ready in one minute.

They’re upscale grilled-cheese; the combos will include “aged gruyere on wheat with wild mushroom soup,” he says, or “goat cheese and mint with carrot ginger soup.” With each visit, you’ll be asked if you’d like to round up your purchase price to the nearest dollar, with the difference donated to a charity dedicated to fighting world hunger.

It sure sounds—unusual. But if the industry has learned anything from the dearly departed Flip, it’s that it’s not wise to bet against Jonathan Kaplan.

Bread for a Circus




In an imperfectly perfect world we all have loaves of Madison sourdough in the house at all times. A small, serrated saw is attached to the bread board with a string and each time we pass by we saw off a slab, leaving the knife to dangle. The butter is not stick-shaped and it is at room temperature – liquid in the summer, petrified in the winter – there for spreading to opacity on the slab.

Madison Sourdough is there for the taking. Taking it in IN. Or taking it OUT. Or both, as we did. Sandwiches and soup IN, bread enough to feed a circus OUT.

I did have a remarkably memorable sandwich. As much as I eat, think and talk about sandwiches, I don’t always remember them. More of a NOTED and NEXT mentality. However. How how how did they think of it? Ever so wonderful it was. Butternut squash slices, sweet and dense and tenderly sturdy, between bread. Brilliant. Add onions, so much sugar in them, their sweet side waiting shyly to be revealed. Add goat cheese. Friskiness captured but not contained.

As is Madison. Frisky. And ample. Ample enough to feed the spirit of a circus. On bread.

Follow Me


Fundamentally hip Brooklynite Mick encountered a noteworthy lunch at
The Pied Piper, sending a smoke signal up to me.

“I was in Nashville recently,” writes Mick, “and couldn’t find a diner for hours after arriving. Finally I was given directions to The Pied Piper Eatery. Apparently chains have run nearly all diners out of that town. The Pied Piper is relatively new, with quirky owners who have decorated the dining room around Brit new wave.” A Brit himself, Mick was charmed.

“The menu is on a faux lp, its sleeve printed with a short biography of the Pied Piper. This spot is a lotta fun, common in groovy Williamsburg, Brooklyn, not so much in Nashville.”

“A review for you:”

Comfy, vinyl large-backed booths…a hot mug of coffee, a towering diner portion of cola in a perfect glass with gracious bubbles, a Kitchen Sink Omelette, a side of sausage, a nice veggie menu (with many choices!) for my pal…and well, what’s not to like? I like it all!
*Breakfast served all day long. (woo).
*Kitschy record menus.
*Friendly service.
*Reasonable prices (my KS ommie was $12, but included toast, side of meat AND hashbrowns).
*Great place to sit and chill out, work.
*Easy parking.

Great spot for breakfast in Nashville…a diner with a fun little twist.

Colleen C, NYC

Peanut Butter, The EveryEarl of Sandwiches

From Sorry-Birds Ellen: Sorry, birds, my beak! Sorry, humans! This sandwich looks like a waste of cheese powder. And the bread is all wrong. You could cut yourself on that crust! And, to be honest, the styling could be better. In other words, “Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.” “Yeah, I know; and such small portions.”

Jezebel

Toast Poast Number Puzzling it Out

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From the mouths of babes. In my case, from the pencil of an eleven-year-old.

He took a workshop called “Puzzling It Out” and brought home everything I have ever needed to know.

BUTTER ON TOAST

The steps to reach the higher ground of buttered toast are these:
1. Start on the back of the paper.
2. Go deep into your fantasies.
3. Draw upon a wide and deep scope of powers.
4. Put it down on paper. In detail. Press hard on the lead. Full speed towards collective fantastical unconscious.
5. Now. Sharpen your pencil, sharpen your focus and take your intellect for a circle around the Venn Diagram.
6. Follow the instructions. With detours. Take time for a nice lunch.
7. Pay attention to your instincts. If you need to ask for directions, ask. Then steep outside information in your personal brew.
8. Look for your destination at the intersection of preparedness and opportunity. Hot toast and available butter.
9. Turn in. Hard. Gravel flying.

Puzzles, mysteries, queries, questions melt. For a minute. Butter on Toast.

Sassy Glassed Fast Repast

Okay, I got a tip about a good sandwich. Got the tip about a month ago. Maybe more. Work got in the way and I did not get to Fast Gourmet to eat a chivito. Ack. I admit that I did not know what a chivito was until about two years ago. And then, then, then, I  went to NYC, coerced a friend, I love her so, into joining me, and traveled, the old-fashioned way, no departicularizing and reparticularizing, we took the subway, to Queens for what had become legendary to me, the chivito.

Okay, had I just taken my sweet time, sat around in DC waiting for the world to come to us, waiting, tick, tick, tick, torture, tap, tap, tap, torture, refresh, refresh, refresh, torture, the chivito would and did eventually come. The rapture! Oh!

Okay, I am rhapsodizing about a fantasy. I have not eaten the chivito at Fast Gourmet. And, arrgh, there was a big story in the paper about it today. Not that anyone reads the paper anyway. Well, you think they don’t and then you wonder where all the sheeplike mobs got their info. Baaa baaaa baaaa. Okay, I admit it, I am one as well. The wooliest, baaingest sheep of them all.

Reuben and I had plans to go to Fast Gourmet yesterday but the state of the air got in our way. Observant subway rider that he is, Reuben had told me this:

“Someone on the metro was going on about one of the sandwiches.. how good it was, and how ironic that such a good sandwich was served out of a gas station.”

So, um, okay, it was killing me. Killing me.

Then this from Suit-Yourself-Cindy:
“Did you see the story about Fast Gourmet in the Post today? It’s a good article. It’s run by two brothers and they sound very down to earth. Freya poured nail polish all over the back seat of the car today. I love her so.”

Okay, back to why I have not been there. My son would not be caught dead with a bottle of nail polish in his sphere. He pours books like “Soul Eater” and mounds of crinkly cellophane wrappers and deep red sticky beverages all over the back seat. I love him so.

Gotta get my ego on and get myself to the trendiest sandwich spot in this town. Take the boy along. Keep us cutting edge and off the cutting room floor. A fast repast, I love one so.

So Many Sandwiches, So Little Time

The Arugula Files

Estadio

Each bocadillo comes on a six-inch, house-baked ciabatta roll, costs $10 and includes a side salad. Choose mixed greens and radish slices dressed with sherry vinaigrette, or better: a delightful toss of lentils, diced carrot, apple and onion. Call ahead to order if you’re in a hurry.

Even after its 15-minute car ride, we swooned over the lamb meatball bocadillo, its rich tomato sauce brightened by mint and dollops of melted goat cheese. It’s the most popular sandwich right now, says Guthrie. Coming in second is the sardine bocadillo, piled with meaty pieces of fish and garnished with shaved Vidalia onion and butter from Path Valley Farm in Pennsylvania.

Another combination – lomo, membrillo (quince paste), Valdeon (a Spanish blue cheese) and crushed almonds – conjures the flavors of a charcuterie plate. Jamon serrano with tomato, manchego cheese and arugula would have been fantastic had the bread been crisped.

On the other hand, the bun for our Spanish Hero was toasted, a nice textural counterpoint to its filling of spicy meats, manchego and juicy, sweet hot peppers. Think Italian sub by way of Seville.

Guthrie notes that the bocadillos will change according to what’s in season, and he has a hunch that a fan base is developing. “The number of sandwiches sold every day is growing,” he says. Sounds like love to us.

Katherine Zuckerman, The Washington Post

Bocadillo! Did they make that up? I believe it translates to “bread filled with stuff that drips all over you face”.

TODAY!


Vanity Plate (if it had a plate)


I got the sandwich ready for its close up. She took the picture. There are no words. Possibly, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

Thanks to The Sublime Miss M for the youtube link.