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Pine State Palate Passions

Mar 6

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In honor of Maine Restaurant Week, I offer a partial list of my Pine State edible obsessions (hat tip to my friend’s so-named blog). In my view, these are some of the “best ofs” in Portland and a little beyond:

New-fangled fish and chips at Big Fish in Kennebunkport.

Best thing in a bun: The blackened fish po’ boy at Po’ Boys and Pickles. Massive pile of seasoned New Orleans style whitefish stuffed in a crusted French bread bun — oozing roasted red pepper mayo and Cajun coleslaw. Perfection.

Best tubular bakery item: The chocolate cork at Standard Baking Company. Essentially the world’s most awesome dense chocolate cake packed into a portable, palm-sized tube. A “to-go” cocoa rush.

Best new take on a classic: The fish and chips at Big Fish in Kennebunkport. Tempura-fried ahi crusted with pepper and crunchy panko crumbs. Hand-cut shoestring fries crisped to a golden brown and dipped in hoisin ketchup. Killer.

Best booze named for a dead British actor: The Rathbone Sour from John Myers at The Corner Room. Brilliant at all things cocktail, the mix master has outdone himself with this one. Ingredients — basil muddled in ice, a dash of lemon juice, gin and — the kicker — St Germaine Elderflower Liqueur.

Best reason to stay overnight in Camden: The pork breakfast sausage at The Hartstone Inn. Cumin-spiced sausage patty the size of a fist wrapped in thick, juicy slices of applewood smoked bacon. Seriously. Made by James Beard Award finalist, chef Michael Salmon.

Best thing to squirt in your Latte: The liquid “crack” at Scratch Baking Co. in South Portland. Espresso and sugar boiled down into a gooey simple syrup. ‘Nuff said.

Best noggin’-sized breakfast pastry: The cinnamon roll at The Good Table in Cape Elizabeth. Steamy fresh, the size of my head and wafting with fragrant sugar and spice.

Best drink in a plastic-coated paper cup. The What’s Shakin’ Bacon shake at Silly’s. Thick sprigs of meaty bacon sprouting from peanut butter creaminess. Picture a well-tended chia pet. A mind-blowing blend of salt and sweetness.

South Portland Bagel Battle

Mar 3

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The Unwitting Competitors: Scratch Baking Company and 158 Pickett Street.

The sweet chicken wire bagel bin at 158 Pickett Street.

The Judges: Adam and me

The Battleground: South Portland, Maine — one weekend in late February.

The Weapons of Choice: Everything and Sea Salt Bagels.

The Reason: Foodies we deeply respect deemed the bagels at 158 the “best in Maine.” Yet, the voraciously happy bagel buyers at Scratch seemed to know something. Who was right? Which of these former partners did bagels best?

We were determined to find out.

Scratch: Bagels purchased and brought home for toasting:

My face scrunched in doubt when I first pulled the Scratch bagels out of the bag. They were so light. When they buckled under the pressure of the knife – reacting more like croissants than bagels – I got worried.

Once toasted and slathered in Scratch’s homemade herb and chive cream cheese, however, my fears went out the window.

Good. God. Almighty. They were great bagels.

Light and airy, yes, but intensely flavorful. The Sea Salt bagel, especially, hit my tastebuds with a savory barley malt. Smoky salt slowly dissolved on my tongue. As I chewed, the wheat and grain came alive and perfectly blended with the fluffy cream cheese that was whipped into a delicate froth. Simply marvelous.

Now, bagel purists may say that Scratch’s soft-style bagels are simply rolls with holes posing as bagels. But me? I am more a stickler for flavor than texture. And these were killer.

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A pile of Sea Salt and Everything bagels at Scratch Baking Co.

158 Pickett Street: Eaten in the restaurant:
Bedazzled by an abundant bagel bin and the aroma of fresh bread, my senses were heightened simply by walking into 158. Tempted by the more expansive options (Scratch only offered three), we nevertheless stayed the course and ordered the Everything and Sea Salt with herbed cream cheese.

Denser and chewier with a more assertive wheat taste,158’s bagels certainly were more traditional. An interesting fact considering the common beginnings.

Piled high with seeds of all sorts – including copious amounts of sunflower – the Everything was the perfect example of what a classic bagel should be.

The Sea Salt bagel, however was a bit too salty. An herb cream cheese­­ mellowed it slightly, but I still puckered.

The Verdict: Scratch by a nose. But, just barely. Both establishments make truly fab bagels. And, If there is one thing I’ve learned, it is that bagel preferences are extremely subjective – and very, VERY personal.

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Go for the Pho

Mar 2

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There are two reasons to visit Viet Bangkok Thai on St John Street and they both hail from Vietnam.

Weird and wonderful flashing-eyed lobster at Viet Bangkok.

1. The authentic Pho.

2. The trippy, giant lobster mounted to the wall.

I’ll take them one at a time.

The Pho: Viet Bangkok serves a pleasant version of this classic noodle soup. Laced with roasted ginger, anise and freshly chopped scallions and cilantro, the restaurant nailed the “musts” of this Southeast Asian stable. Thin rice noodles were velvety and fresh – easy to wind around chopsticks and slurp up into our awaiting mouths. Aromatic steam billowed and curled from the light, sesame-oiled broth.

Two juicy lime slices (thank God!), a handful of cool, crisp bean sprouts, a few sprigs of Asian basil and a pile of fresh chiles waited on a side plate for our measured addition. The result – an earthy “green” flavor that epitomized tasty Pho.

Where the dish faltered a bit was with the beef. Most traditional Pho requires that rare meat slip into a hot broth for a flash boil. Our Viet Bangkok beef was pre-cooked, a tad tough, and clumped in the middle of the bowl in a huddled mass. We had to pry it apart. Not any easy feat with chopsticks.

While the Pho didn’t quite pass our strict “San Francisco” test, it was good — and a lovely surprise here in Maine.

The Lobster: Three feet long with flashing eyes that blink while you eat – what’s not to love?! The fake lobster was just the sort of wacky Asian-restaurant kitsch that makes me giggle. Our waitress confirmed that the mounted masterpiece is a native of Vietnam. Beyond that, she had no more insights. Pity.

As for the rest of our meal? Mixed results.

I was disappointed in a Basil Roll starter. Adam kinda liked it. As thick as an Italian salami, the roll featured scarce chunks of pork, scant bits of cucumber and rare sprigs of basil hiding amongst vast amounts of fridge-flavored lettuce. Not a homerun.

Tom Kha soup and basil rolls -- a mixed bag of starters.

A Tom Kha soup pleased us both with tender chicken floating in a rich coconut milk, a zingy balance of sweet and sour flavors, and fresh onions, mushrooms and galingale (a root related to ginger).

The night’s big fail was a massive bowl of Duck Masaman Curry. An overly heavy sauce drowned hapless potatoes, onions and bell peppers in a dense morass. Not one hint of spiciness managed to burst through the gloppy stuff, which was more like a burnt brown sauce than a curry. The duck itself resembled shoe leather — in both consistency and taste. Truly unappetizing.

So, my advice? Stay away from the curry and go for the Pho.

Blogger’s Note: This post is the second in a series of Thai restaurant reviews being conducted — and posted on the same day — by a group of Portland bloggers and writers. For other reviews, check out Portland Food Map.

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At Home at Homegrown

Feb 21

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Feeling the effects of too many donuts and too much pig belly, I wandered into Homegrown Herb and Tea a few days ago in search of dietary deliverance.

The Kapha Kick tisane at Homegrown Herb and Tea

Despite its proximity to my East End home, I’d never been to the Munjoy Hill tea café before Friday. An error I’m glad to have finally corrected.

Perched on a stool, I perused the menu’s dizzying array of “to order” ayurvedic teas and herbal tisanes. Caught up in the amusing names and detailed descriptions (how could you not love a hangover cure called “Hair of the Khan”?), my ordering decision slowed to a snail’s pace.

Finally, I settled on Kapha Kick –  it’s promise to “lift my soul” sounded like the perfect solution to overindulgence.  I slowly slurped the tasty mixture of ginger, damiana, cardamon and diced apple peel and pondered eating something.

Homegrown offers a daily soup option in the cooler months (Sept-April) and a daily salad option in the summer (June-August). May’s a mystery.

Friday’s crock pot special — an herby lentil soup – was full of health and vigor. Loaded with carrots, celery, potato and spice, it pleased with a garlicky broth and heady steam. The accompanying rosemary crumpet — while a tad too chewy for me — soaked up the hearty stew just fine.

Drawn back to Homegrown again on Saturday, I tried one of the limited-time seasonal tisanes that had caught my eye the day before. Dense with coconut milk and the scent of lavender, the Coco-Kava was a revelation. Creamy and lightly spiced with cocoa and sedating kava-kava, the milky liquid was slightly sweet and soothing to both body and mind.

Owner Sarah Richards measures out a tea order in the background.

Other preparations now firmly on my “to try” list are the Yoga Tea — a mixture of gotu kola, Soloman’s seal, sage, ginger, rose petals and spearmint — and a wicked spicy sounding conconction, called El Mexicano Por Favor, that features cumin, allspice, cayene, and — get this — sarsaparilla.

While I enjoyed everything I ate and drank, my most enduring impression of Homegrown has little to do with food — or even tea — and everything to do with watching owner Sarah Richards handle a very busy Saturday afternoon.

Fluid and graceful, she balanced competing demands with the precision of an aerial artist. At each door chime, Sarah would raise her gaze to smile at the newcomer before pivoting on her heel to simultaneously grind a custom tisane mix, ring up an order and tease her assistant, Jewel.

Seating areas swelled to capacity, and still new folks poured into the small Congress Street space. Every few minutes a regular bustled in to grab pre-packaged tea satchels to go. Sarah would pause for a hug or to query a customer’s enjoyment before tapping a glob of honey into a large pottery pitcher or pouring a steaming stream of water into an oversized cup.

The service was measured and fairly paced despite the imbalance of worker to guest – a feat only explained by the warm attention and enduring calm of Sarah and Jewel.

Methinks Portland is a cozier place because of Sarah and her staff. If you haven’t already, give Homegrown a try – it’s like entering a welcoming embrace.

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Deadly, Decadent Donuts

Feb 18

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The Goal: Review both breakfast and lunch at The French Press Eatery in Westbrook.

Sign for the French Press Eatery in Westbrook.

The Plan: Hunker down and work and eat my way through half a day.

The Start: 8:15. Breakfast order in, I am booted up and typing at a round wooden table along the large, front windows facing Main street.

The Early Fail: 8:30. A basket of three steaming hot donuts appears under my nose. Crystal clear that the cashier’s minimizing “oh, about this big” hand gesture was utter lie.

Goal sunk.

Even at 2:00 pm – I still couldn’t handle a sandwich.

As big as regular donuts, twice as puffy and piled high with ingredients, these outrageous donuts are not for health nuts or the faint of heart.

Two of my three choices – the Bacon-Maple and Cinnamon Sugar –  even sported mini “hole” versions of themselves tucked into their middle voids. The third, Double Chocolate, was more of a donut sandwich — extra puffy, sliced in half, and coated with a thick chocolate glaze that trickled down the sides and oozed out the middle.

Completely ridiculous. And, deadly, decadently good.

At $5 for three, the donut basket was a great deal. It could feed a family of four. A dozen costs $18. One costs $2. Other options included a classic Crueler, Raspberry Jelly, Boston Cream, Chocolate Glazed and a peanut butter-and-banana-filled concoction called The Elvis.

Biting into the donuts caused an intense “fresh from the fryer” reaction in me –  a slight film instantly coated my tongue as the jolt of sugar and fat hit my blood stream. After eating only a third of each, I was ready to explode (okay — confession — I eventually nibbled my way through most of the Bacon-Maple). Topped with real bacon crisps and a dense maple glaze, the mixture of sweet and savory was right down my alley (see Whole Lotta Shakin’)

Decadent donuts (from left to right): Bacon-Maple, Double Chocolate and Cinnamon Powered Sugar.

I sat there in a bit of a food coma and spent the next few hours sipping too many cups of French Roast (beans from Rock City Roasters), working and glancing around at my surroundings. A wooden, almost deco style, semi-circle coffee bar extended across the vast majority of the room – rugged, chipped concrete pillars breaking up its mass. Thin, hand-blown drop-lights illuminated the order counter and expresso machine. Local art and photography graced the walls.

After two hours of morning quiet, I worried that the eatery had yet to capture a following (a cause championed in a January Maine Today review), but by 10:30, the place filled up with “ladies that lunch,” local moms and other laptop-toting self-employeds. A constant chatter and buzz continued until I left at 3:00.

My new goal: Spread the word about the killer donuts and – someday – go back for lunch.

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No Lime, No Time

Feb 16

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Listening to Adam’s long diatribe about the lack of limes in the Pad Thai, you’d think the chef at Sala Thai had committed the ultimate Asian-food affront.

Sala Thai's spring rolls were crisp and fresh.

The veracity of Adam’s argument (which is reoccurring and touches on the meager amount of bean sprouts, as well) is quite heated, and, hearing him, you’d be apt to assume that our recent meal at the Washington street restaurant was thoroughly lousy.

The truth is more complicated.

While the Pad Thai was just about the worst we’ve ever eaten, many other aspects of our Sala experience were genuinely nice.

I was charmed by the dozens of delicate wooden mobiles suspended and slightly swaying from the ceiling. We both reveled in a tender duck entree. Crisp and fresh, the spring rolls were a delight.

But the restaurant’s website doesn’t boast about the duck. . .or the spring rolls. . .or the atmosphere. It boasts about the Pad Thai. In fact, it calls it the “best in town.”

Oh, the irony.

Sala’s Pad Thai was a variation on the classic dish that I found truly perplexing. It tasted overwhelmingly of fish sauce and red chile  — the punch of tamarind and garlic completely absent. Somehow both oily and pasty at the same time, the noodles were simply unpleasant going down. Scant quantities of shrimp and chicken did little to help, and the tang of the lime and crunch of the bean sprouts were sorely missed. Maybe we got a bad batch. Maybe they were out of limes. Whatever the reason, it was just not good.

The bulk of it remained on the serving plate.

We fared much better with the Tamarind Duck. Served in a tangy (if not exactly spicy) brown sauce, the duck was well-seasoned, perfectly roasted, and boasted just the right amount of fat. Cooked with onions, green peppers, ginger, pineapple, scallions and tamarind sauce, it was pleasant and hearty.

Our choice of starters – although not gush-worthy – were satisfying. A pungent Tom Khar Gai soup offered that sweet, coconutty richness expected in the simple stew, and the spring rolls were, again, fresh and delightful.

Not so for the accompanying peanut sauce, however. Lacking a certain zestiness, it was completely overpowered by the thick layer of crushed peanuts coating the top.

Service was pleasant, but rushed – a puzzling development considering the general dearth of other diners and the early hour. On two occasions, Adam had to snatch back both the soup and the duck from our waitress’ eager bussing routine.

Unfortunately, the uneaten Pad Thai sat there — still on the table, mocking us – for the entire meal.

Blogger’s Note: This post is the first in a series of Thai restaurant reviews being conducted — and posted on the same day — by a group of Portland bloggers and writers. For other reviews, check out Portland Food Map.

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Wicked, Wicked Good

Feb 12

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As the still-spreading fat stain on my jeans can attest, my first meal from Nosh Kitchen Bar wasn’t in the least bit healthy – but OMG was it wicked good.

The giant chalkboard menu at Nosh.

A few hours ago, Adam and I entered the hip, orange-painted environment of the new Congress street cafe starving and craving a bit of the naughty.

Our diet this past week leaned heavily toward salads and homemade soups, so we may have over compensated a bit with our choices — pig belly reuben, duck confit sandwich and hand-cut fries sprinkled with bacon dust and dipped in blue cheese.

Yes, yes — I’ve un-buttoned my pants in order to sit upright and type this.

Everything we ate tonight was terrific. Simultaneously crispy and meaty, the fries were piping hot and full of just-yanked-from-the-ground spud flavor. Sprinkled with sea salt and the aforementioned bacon dust, these puppies just may give the reigning champs at Duck Fat a run for their money. My only quibble? The quantity seemed a tad meager for the $5 price tag.

My duck confit sandwich featured shavings of braised duck leg, candied orange and cherries, fresh greens and cotija (a hard Mexican cow’s milk cheese) — all piled on a thick white bread grilled until brown and dripping with butter. Heavenly.

This devilish porker on the men's bathroom wall.

Truly a triple-bypass on a plate, Adam’s reuben almost defies description. I can’t remember the last time I sank my teeth into something so decadent and rich (and I’m counting desserts). Pork belly slathered in melted cheddar, caramelized onions and Russian dressing oozed out both sides of the grilled rye bread and caused that stain on my jeans. I could handle just a few nibbles.

The atmosphere at Nosh is lively, trendy and cozy all at once. A brick wall and poured concrete bar run one length of the room, while a wooden banquette and copper-topped tables extend across the other. At the far end, menu items cram an enormous chalkboard that hulks over the sandwich-making area.

Down the back corridor, the loos feature cheeky hand-painted murals of giant pudgy pigs – tipsy looking flying ones for the ladies and devilish ones for the guys. Check out the photo on the left (but you really need to see these for yourself. . .).

Not all the food is quite as caloric and artery-hardening as our first-visit selections — the menu includes albacore tuna and roasted turkey –- but none of the fare seems the least bit ordinary. Offering gourmet sandwiches and small plates along with local-leaning draft beer options and an impressive wine list, this mid-priced eatery is just what Portland needed.

In my humble — and very full — opinion, Nosh has hit it out of the park from the start.

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Baked at Blue

Jan 16

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Work, moving, meeting, traveling, more work. The last 12 days have dulled my motivation and kept me from the food that inspires my words. But last night I got my groove back — and it wasn’t even at a restaurant. Blue is a favorite of ours. We settle in at a two-top, lean against the deep red walls that envelope the long, narrow space and lose ourselves in the music. Singer songwriters at 7:00, followed by “anything goes” at 9:00.

Mark Tipton and his New Orleans jazz band wow the crowd at Blue

Mark Tipton and his New Orleans jazz band wow the crowd at Blue

We’ve seen Celtic, Middle Eastern, Blues, Old Time, Jazz, Folk — you name it — at this Congress Street lounge and music venue. On the Eve of Christmas Eve we reveled in classic carols re-imagined by the styling trumpet of Mark Tipton and his mod Jazztet. On an earlier visit he wowed the crowd with a New Orleans-style jazz band.

Neighborhood buzz fills the air between songs, flatware clinks against bowls of hearty pasta or plates of tasty snacks. Microbrews — including Maudite from Unibroue and the latest from Dogfish Head — flow from the tap. Folks don’t come any nicer than owner Barry Martin. And his ever-present girlfriend Therez? Well, Therez has baked her way into my heart. Not with fancy pastries or complicated desserts, but with bakery traditions made with care.

At Thanksgiving her pumpkin pie was more spice than sweet and topped with luscious homemade whipped cream. Christmas brought a plump and flavorful gingerbread — part chewy, part crumbly and all good. Last night she debuted her streusel-top apple pie a la mode. Hints of cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg,  and — if I’m not mistaken — brandy steamed up from the generous slice that disappeared all too quickly.

I can’t wait to see what Therez bakes up next.


Indian Flatbread Seduction

Jan 4

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It would only be a slight stretch to say that the Roti Canai at Green Elephant seduced me into moving to Portland. At the time of my first bite, I knew nothing about the fabulous food scene awaiting me here. I just knew that the Indian flatbread was the best I’d ever tasted.

Although rich and hearty, the Siamese Dream Curry Noodle is not my favorite dish at the wonderful Green Elephant.

Although rich and hearty, the Siamese Dream Curry Noodle is not my favorite dish at the wonderful Green Elephant.

It was a pleasant, eye-opening surprise for someone who’s lived in San Francisco and eaten her way across Asia. I distinctly remember chewing and pondering, “God, this is good – I am in Maine, right?”

Since that fateful March afternoon, I’ve returned to Green Elephant numerous times and it never fails to please. In fact, the vegetarian Asian bistro – with its 95% vegan menu – is one of this committed carnivore’s favorite go-to spots.

Go figure.

Lightly fried and slathered in ghee (clarified butter), the Roti Canai may be a bit slick and chewy (read greasy) for some, but I adore it. Paired with a sweetly piquant vegetable curry dipping sauce, I could make a meal of the generous serving – if Adam didn’t insist on sharing (grumble).

Filling up on flatbread, however, would deny me all the other wonderful menu items, such as the hearty Tofu Tikka Masala. Loaded with dense tofu strips, spinach, edamame, and chick peas, the dish comes with a generous pile of brown rice seasoned with curry powder and shallots. The Masala sauce, though, is the entrée’s undisputed star. Savory and creamy with just the right amount of kick, it makes you forget there’s no chicken!

Another cherished dish is the Spicy Pad-Sha Rotini. The pleasantly pungent entrée blends stir-fried tomato and spinach rotini pasta (yes, pasta) with cherry tomatoes, basil, onion, bell peppers, bamboo shoots, string beans, soy meat, and kra-chai (a mild cousin of the ginger root).

On a recent visit we branched out from these favorites to explore other options. My Siamese Dream Curry Noodle was grand at first, but after a few spoonfuls it proved too sweet and rich. I prefer the restaurant’s lighter sauces that allow the fresh vegetables and soy proteins to shine through. Maybe I should have known better – the dish features coconut curry and cashews, for heaven’s sake – but I felt the other ingredients were completely overwhelmed.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Adam’s Char Guay Teow was the epitome of fresh. Although more aromatic than flavorful, he thoroughly enjoyed the Malaysian stir-fried wide rice noodles cooked with bean sprouts, scallions and tofu “ham”, and topped with shredded lettuce and cilantro.

Green Elephant’s small but thoughtful wine list (with generous pours) also earns high marks from me, as do the affordable prices and the ambiance. Stylish drop lights and quirky crystal chandeliers mix with faux golden brick, bamboo floors, and giant flatware cut outs that double as coat hooks. The effect is all cozy and ”Buddhist hip.”

But, it is the food – specifically that Roti Canai – that keeps me going back.

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A Taste of Holiday Spirit(s)

Dec 14

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It had a cute name. And, I reasoned, “it has Guinness in it –how bad can it be?”

The makings of a Whiskey Mac

The makings of a Whiskey Mac

Bad.

If a forgotten concoction called Christmas Pudding has somehow appeared on your holiday cocktail menu – I’m tellin’ ya — just cross it off right now. It was, as the mastermind behind Portland Food Map declared, “revolting!”

This nasty drink was one of four “obscure holiday cocktails” recently consumed by Adam, myself, the aforementioned Portland food scene guru and fellow food bloggers Kate (The Blueberry Files) and S (Edible Obsessions). Click on over for their insights on our evening of arcane spirits.

Inspired by the season and the musings of local mix master John Myers, we gathered on a wintry night to sample – in order of consumption – the following holiday hooch: Whiskey Mac, Rye Flip, Christmas Pudding, and Glugg.

S, a cheese connoisseur, challenged herself to pair each tipple with an aged treat, and the results were the highlight of the evening. The woman knows her cheese!

First up — Whiskey Mac:
1-1/2 ounces of Johnny Walker Black and 1 ounce of Stone’s Ginger Wine met in a glass and made magic. The sweetness of the wine tempered the smokiness of the scotch and a smooth, golden liquid emerged.  A tad toothsome by the end, this palliative would be too syrupy to sip all night. But, as a pre-dinner conversation starter it gets a big thumbs up!

Bottom line: Have one – just one.
Pairing: A tangy Quadrella di Bufala set off the smokiness in the scotch quite nicely.

The dregs of a Rye Flip gunk up my wine glass

The dregs of a Rye Flip gunk up my wine glass

Next — Rye Flip:
Made with two ounces Rye Whiskey (Sazerac in this case), a raw egg, a teaspoon of maple syrup and a dash of nutmeg, the Rye Flip is essentially an anemic relative of the esteemed holiday classic — Egg Nog. Frothy and a bit viscous in the glass, the gooey gunk was kinda tasty, but felt like a cheap date compared to its creamy cousin.

Bottom Line: Opt for the Egg Nog.
Pairing: Gabietou, a sheep and cow milk blend, elevated the Rye Flip to another level by providing the missing lusciousness. S knocked this one out of the park!

Then – Christmas Pudding:
A blend of 6 ounces of Guinness with one ounce each of Drambuie and Southern Comfort, the Christmas Pudding, tasted, at first, like an alcoholic root beer. Subsequent sips revealed it to be tragically cloying and – truly – disgusting.

Bottom line: Don’t ruin a perfectly good draft of Guinness!
Pairing: Not even the lovely, semi-firm Landaff from New Hampshire could save this drink.

Finally – Glugg:
Kate secured the recipe for this marvelous Scandinavian precursor to mulled wine. Simmered on the stovetop and set on fire prior to serving, Glugg is warm, comforting and – literally – loaded with holiday spirits.  A blend of spiced rum, port, brandy, cinnamon, cloves, cardamom seeds and orange peels, it cheers the palate like Christmas in a glass.

Bottom line: Yes!!!!
Pairing: A Rouge River Blue Cheese wrapped in brandy soaked grape leaves provided the perfect pungent counterpoint to the spicy toddy.