Food, glorious Buffalo food
Two recent food experiences iterated for me what depth, tradition and quality we Buffalo residents have available to us.
After a client lunch at Sweet_ness 7 Café, the two of sauntered outside—she, to return to her office; me, to my own inner ramblings about how life works and assorted mini-crises and wonderings. Then, a thought popped into my head: Guercio’s!
Stepping livelier, I paced the 50 yards north, and entered the establishment. Here I should explain that my husband usually does the shopping in our small household, and we are in the habit of cooking at home: simple meals, light on the carbs, plenty of olive oil. Still, that doesn’t stop the eternal (and daily) question from being asked: What’s for dinner?
This day, I decided to take charge. I immediately headed to the vegetable department, because that is what the Guercio family prides themselves on, and represents so well. Seven minutes and $10 later, I was the proud owner of an amazing bunch of bright dandelion greens, two huge Portobello mushrooms, and several bell peppers in various colors. I topped it off with a fresh ciabatta. Voila!
I’d never made dandelions greens before—the nice lady behind the counter advised me to first boil, then sauté them in olive oil with garlic. My vision for Portobellos in the Grass came true; the fresh bread, a little mayonnaise and thin slice of white cheddar pulled the whole thing together. A little messy, but delicious.
The second experience, while worlds away practically speaking, did just as much to reassure me of the rightness of things food here.
Last weekend was our eighth wedding anniversary—dinner at Rue Franklin, which has just instated their spring menu. Delicious, lovely, sophisticated, relaxing, stimulating...these are just a few words that come to mind when describing the feelings the Rue experience evoked.
We were greeted warmly at the door; the bar was peopled with other bon vivants, including Spree publisher Larry Levite and his wife Sharon. Upon taking our seats at a lovely table in the corner, we were feted by the delivery of two flutes of champagne. “From Larry Levite!” Deedee says. Thanks, Larry!
Ummmmm. Champagne. Crab salad for DH; pour moi, asparagus and hearts of palm with brilliant beet vinaigrette. Then an absolutely gorgeous osso bucco (me) and pistachio-crusted rare salmon with orange sauce (him), followed by frozen lemon parfait with fresh blueberry sauce and warm chocolate soufflé cake with vanilla ice cream.
All I can say now, as I wallow happily in the memories, is more thank yous: Guercio’s, Rue Franklin, Buffalo.