The other day there was this very sad message from the firehouse that lost Lt. Edward Walsh and Firefighter Michael Kennedy. Terrible things happen to brave men and women, people want to help, so they bring food. Even firefighters can only eat so much. If you are someone who is inclined to cook when people are sad, sick, or hurt, this message was a reminder of the things that you cannot fix with cooking.
On a brighter note, there are some folks, because they are very talented and work really hard, can cook food that other people will pay money for. Because many of these chefs are generous, they are getting together to have a benefit dinner for the Walsh-Kennedy Memorial fund.
1) You apply via your LinkedIn profile. Not sure if legacy carrier + the social media brand that was Facebook for old people before Facebook was just for old people is the kind of synergy you want, but maybe?
So, yesterday, The Cod wondered if the Backstreets incident, revealing as it does that Yelp is populated by homophobes with complicated relations to poop, might damage the credibility of a restaurant review site that is the forum for the opinions of anyone with a smartphone and two thumbs. Seems as if Yelp has a bigger problem than just actual cyberharassment of a particular place by gun nuts after the owner called them a bad name. Not only are there weird and bad reviews of Backstreets from other folks, but a visit to our local pub, Nick's, revealed that some disgruntled gun nut Yelpers are not only slamming Backstreets, but also giving positive reviews to other spots in town. Here is a not subtle example. (See screenshot below.) Also, this guy, "Joe B," has been posting positive reviews of every other place nearby, comparing them favorably to Backstreets, as in this review of the Islander:
As an occasional patron of The Islander, I'd say that Joe B. has overstated its virtues considerably. So, if one were attempting to use Yelp to, say, find a place to eat, not only are there the false negative reviews of a place that hurt the feelings of gun nuts, but also false positive reviews of nearby places. TripAdvisor has the same problem. Maybe Eater can hire Gael Greene to cover the Clemson beat so we can get trustworthy reviews?
So it looks like self-proclaimed constitutional scholars are putting reviews of the aforementioned anti-gun burger joint in Clemson, SC about as fast as Yelp can scrub them. Not sure what impact these specious reviews will have on Backstreets, but it does reveal some disturbing truths about Yelp. If the folks flooding Yelp w/ baroque scat freak line cook fantasies were joining Yelp specifically to slander an establishment that would prefer they consume their wings and Bud Lites unarmed, that would be one thing. But! The folks posting the negative reviews of Backstreets seem to be regular Yelpers for the most part. For instance, if one were, say, wondering about brunch spots in Vail, you'd be getting advice on that from "Whaledriving W.," who also shares this tidbit from Backstreets:
Per yesterday's post, Yelp has scrubbed most of the reviews from gun nuts of Backstreets, a nondescript college bar in Clemson, SC, with a proprietor w/ the temerity to call gun owners "douchebags." As it happens, the Cod nurtured a Yelp person at his day job, but not sure if that connection led to the scrub.
1) Stand by for the predictable gnashing of teeth about "freedom of speech."
2) "Concealed Weapons," by a late and non-Wolf iteration of J. Geils, is a terrible song. And sexist. Come to think of it, "Centerfold" is iffy that way, too. It would be better if it were "My blood runs cold, because my angel is a centerfold, and I am proud of her, and support her decisions."
It's rare that there is a national food-related story coming out of the very town where The Cod's corporeal host does his day job. But! South Carolina passed a law permitting patrons to bring guns into bars and restaurants, (provided they do not drink) but allowed individual establishments to opt out. So the proprietor of one of the many college bars in Clemson, SC posted the sign at left.
1) The food at Backstreets is fine. It is pretty much like any other flatscreens and pool tables college bar establishment you've been to. Now and again, they get a little bit ambitious w/ their lunch special.
2) Can a restaurant be cyber-bullied? If so, this one sure is.
3) Related: Many of the Yelpers seem to feel that the worst thing they can say about Backstreets is that it caters to gays.* There are probably some folks in town who would welcome a local alternative to The Woodshed, but if they do have a glory hole, they've added it since the last time I ate there.
4) This is a terrible law. I mean, for the obvious reasons that nobody has ever been in a bar in SC and thought, "geez, some guns would make this a better environment." But also, it puts bar and restaurant owners in a terrible position. This law does not just cover wing spots in college towns, but also serious restaurants, including those in Greenville, (John Mariani's favorite restaurant town), and Charleston (which has reached the point where the local paper gets huffy when no CHS chef gets shortlisted for Best Chef). It's not hard to imagine that some folks -- The Cod included -- would be more comfortable eating in an establishment with unarmed patrons. It would not be hard for patrons to ask if a place allowed weapons when making a reservation, and then book a table at a place with a no guns rule. But if the person calling your restaurant happens to be a gun nut, then you lose their business for banning guns, and invite a Yelp-driven shitstorm. Indeed if I were a talented restaurateur considering a new venture, I might look somewhere besides a state where I have to tussle with a gun shibboleth. Gov. Haley talks a lot about promoting business in the state. It's a shame that she didn't consider that kowtowing to gun nuts would make opening a restaurant in South Carolina an untenable proposition.
*Nick's is probably a better bet for your gay-friendly Clemson college bar experience.
Yes, yes, indeed, it has been a long time since the Cod rapped at you here, in the TL;DR place, intstead of on the Twitters. But! For one thing, nobody reads or writes food blogs anymore, esp not now that Eater hired all of the restaurant critics. For another thing, any and all future meals I write about will all be at The Pig, in Chapel Hill, NC, where I enjoyed three exceptional lunches this weekend. The Cod will be taking all future meals there, until he is ejected, or dies of gout. Spencer put me on to the brisket, and I returned for pastrami and Vietnamese pork cheek. I die. Even brought some of their hotdogs home.
But! I digress. Guiteau Monday seems to be the only thing that gets this blog party started these days, which is a shame, but something like this makes it impossible not to:
"Brussels sprouts so good you'll... never mind, you already did." What else did you expect on a rainy March Guiteau Monday?
Readers of this space will know that 1) The Cod is a fan of Whitney Otawka's cooking, and 2) Hugh Acheson hates America. So, after Farm 255 shuttered, and Acheson's flagship Five and Ten moved out of Five Points and up next to the Tri-Delts, we were excited to hear that Whitney would be at the controls of the old 5&10 space, reimagined as Cinco Y Diez, and with a Mexican menu to match the name. (So, if you're scoring at home, a Canadian hires a Berkeley-indoctrinated chef to run a Mexican restaurant in the heart of America, which is to say in an SEC town and practically under the nose of the statue of noted American Vince Dooley. Thanks for NAFTA, Obama.)
But seriously. In a college town, seems like it would be hard to lose money selling burritos. Hell, you could probably empty the Dumpster behind the Varsity into a Diaper Genie and be able to approximate some college town burritos. Fortunately, Hugh and Whitney have chosen a more serious approach. WO spent months traveling and tasting in Mexico -- sounds like good work if you can get it -- and brought back all sorts of knowledge and some goodies. Did you know they make salt w/ ground up mezcal worms in it? I didn't either.
All of this is to say that Cinco Y Diez is a heroically brave thing - a serious and upscale Mexican restaurant in a college town. It's not quite at the level of Empellon-style WD-50ish trickeration, but the chilaquiles come with chicken confit, rather than, like whatever the chicken in that usually is. As with her food at Farm 255, WO's mania for details and technique shows. The cinetrix were there on a busy Saturday, exactly ten days after the open, and it felt like eating in a restaurant that had been open for months. (I know Whitney a little bit, and we were well taken care of, but meals at adjacent tables moved crisply along, too.) There's practically nothing on the menu we did not want to investigate, but the chilaquiles and huarache were early standouts. The only slight hiccup came in the sequencing of dishes, which we could have avoided if we'd been clearer about who wanted to eat what.
Between restaurant success in Athens and ATL and soon in Savannah, Georgia has been berry berry good to Hugh Acheson. As such, it's gratifying to see him put one of the best cooks in the state back in a restaurant kitchen, and to push the conversation about food in his home town. One of the impressive things that always impresses the Cod about the Anglo Five & Ten is how it manages to keep regulars engaged with new dishes, while keeping a comfortable base of familiar items for the birthday/anniversary/graduation/semiformal crowd. On the other hand, it's impressive to see that Mexican Cinco Y Diez makes no concessions to the much lower common denominator of the college town Mexican joint. The margaritas cost eight dollars and fit in a standard highball glass. They are available on the rocks or up. Frozen is not in the discussion. The word "burrito" does not appear on the menu, not to mention "quesadilla." There are tacos, but braised lamb neck barbacoa w/ sorghum and mint salsa verde, or wood roasted hen-of-the-woods mushroom, or fried Apalachicola oyster tacos. As the kitchen settles in, there will be still more imaginative dishes, one imagines.
CYD was busy when we were there, and the Cod hopes it stays that way. From here it looks as if Hugh Acheson is betting some of his success and celebrity that Athens is ready for a place like this. Certainly, Whitney Otawka's talent and focus tilts the odds in his favor. I'll be back soon, if only to see what this pozole is all about.
So, thanks to The Calabrian Magistra for inspiring me to fire up this space. But with something this awesome, how could you even not? If you are not a big fan of post-45 literature -- and who is, anyway? -- you might miss the reference. While it might seem like "somebody's choice" is a foolproof name for a foodstuff, as in President's Choice house brand ice cream and such, even if you have an aunt named Sophie who is a veritable Segovia of dumplings, it's still not such a hot idea for a name for dumplings, because spoiler alert. You don't need to hire a fancy brand manager to tell you that "Holocaust" is not what you want people to think of when they think of your dumpling brand. But that's why they call it Guiteau Monday.