The steel trolley never sleeps. It runs through the night, burning a perpetual fuel of the best fries anywhere and award winning burgers, a sort of night train for the hungry of southern Columbiana county. I'd been there at night; i knew it's rhythms and it's feeling, a place that seemed in perpetual free-fall, forever waiting for the dawn. I'd been there in the afternoon, when it is truly a bustling hub of eating and commerce and discussion. But never had i been there in the morning.
I rolled out of bed at five-thirty AM, having gone to sleep at three PM the day before. I felt hung over, even though i hadn't touched anything in days. My gut was upset, my head was slightly throbbing, and my thinking was as muddied as Little Yellow Creek after three days of hard rains. I staggered into my bathroom, drained the viper, and proceeded into the computer room, intent on checking the news and contemplating going back to sleep. What should surprise me but my girlfriend, sitting there playing Texas Hold'Em on myspace. "What the hell are you doing up, i asked?" She gave some story about sleeping at her mother's, and, the words that got my attention: "I'd love to go to the Trolley right now!".
It took me a about five seconds to decide it was time to try the trolley's morning fare out.
After getting a quick shower and hopping into the Crown Vic, we set off for lisbon, seven AM and the sky looking like the strawberry milk i used to drink as a kid. The ride up was uneventful - a few school busses on the road, a general sense of "just waking up" in the world around us, as the trees shook off the dew in the morning winds.
We rolled into the city of lisbon - a run down town that has aspirations of being a historical center, but just comes off old and worn out, a once debutante gone to pot, her hair stringy and gut bulging, eye shadow smudged. The grand court house in gleaming cream-colored sandstone, the ancient brick facades of morgan's drugstore - sights that to an outsider might be poetic or interesting, but to me are just sign posts saying that the home of the basket of real fries approaches.
Finding parking wasn't a problem - the place was surprisingly empty. Four middle aged women were having a vigorous discussion, like something out of Sex and The City only tinged with some kind of possibly social-worker jargon and discussion of children's halloween costumes. They were so loud they drowned out discussion at my table. But i didn't care - my girlfriend was quite sleepy, and we were there for lunch, not for chit-chat.
The waitress was plump, older, and courteous beyond all reason. She kept our drinks filled, was prompt about asking if things were ok (three times!) and generally made us feel like we were the only people in the entire resturant. My drink had about 1/4th gone, she snags it up and fills it! We'd never seen her before, but she was very good.
For food, i got a fish sandwich and basket of fries (they ain't playing about the basket of fries - there had to be a pound worth!) . Beloved got a bowl of chili and a basket of "taco" fries.
To say that the fries are good is pointless: they are the best fries available, hands down. Their served in a basket, with a jar of vinegar and a ketchup bottle. The ketchup is of a high quality - heinz, most likely, a local favorite. The fries are fried to perfection, thin enough to be cripsy and crunchy, and are basically delicious. I (shamefully) didn't try the Taco fries but they looked pretty good, if messy. There wasn't any meat on them, if that means anything to you.
The chili was thick - real thick - and delicious. It had a definite bite to it, that you felt after you had it in your mouth for a while. It wasn't hot enough to be unpleasant, but it let you know it was there. The entire affair was very good, very filling, and very warm. They served it with crackers on the side, and it's overall appeal is pretty good. I could see eating it again, or even stopping in for just that.
The fish was massively battered and deep fried to perfection. the fish inside was white, but not as flaky as some. The taste was good though, and i dove right into it. I can't call it the best fish sandwich ever but it was delicious and filling.
I have to say the mornings in the trolley are their own unique time. Everyone's alert and awake and the city is waking up all around you - cars and trucks and heavy movers starting up, people walking and driving to work, a general sense of purpose about everything. From the front we could see main street, and watching the school busses go by was a real treat - from a kid who stared at me, to another who was furitively using dip in the back seat, spitting into a bottle while looking around suspiciously.
I don't need to sit here and sing the praises of the Trolley, but it's good any time of day - you should check it out if you're able.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Taste of Country (Lisbon, OH)
Taste of Country is a restaurant that seems inexplicably out of place. nestled on top of a huge hillside in the county seat of Lisbon, it's class and scale seem somehow alien or out of place.
My first notion on entering was to be impressed at the size of the place. There was plenty of seating to go around, and our server (Brooke) took us to a table situated near a window. The atmosphere was very quiet and subdued; it actually reminded me of a truck stop I'd once been in (The Tennessean).
The wait staff - i can't stress this enough - was as helpful as humanly possible. Friendly, polite, courteous beyond all reason. To the point of not only remembering both i and my date's drinks, but refreshing them constantly, even if not quite empty. They would bring a new glass each time, so you were never dry, an act which impressed me to no end.
Dinner costs about ten dollars a head, and comes with soup and salad bar. Some items are more expensive, but nothing was outrageous - I could see taking a family there.
The salad bar was small but well stocked: everything was plentiful in supply, and there was enough variety to satisfy whatever suited your tastes. It wasn't as huge as say, Ponderosa, but the flip side of this is that it wasn't overwhelming. There was also a soup bar serving two types of soup (wedding soup, and i forget the other type - bad reviewer!). Cold things were cold, hot things were hot. The pasta salad was quite tasty, and my date found the regular salad quite pleasing as well. It was all very laid back and modest, which worked well for the environment.
The entree that we both chose was fish, which we got fried, with a side of french fries. The rolls that were deliver first were (as promised) hot, and of a particuarly dense variety - quite filling and warming. The serving of fries was a bit anemic, but forgivable considering the salad bar. They don't give vast portions like Da Lonzos, but their not the same kind of place, either - the environment is totally different.
The fish itself was billed as being Icelandic Haddock. Fried in a light batter, it was both delicious and flaky, with hardly any fish taste. I've often said that if a restaurant cooks fish well, it can cook anything well; nothing is as easy to ruin as fish. If that's the hurdle to jump, they cleared it with several feet to spare. I really can't stress enough that the fish was very good - exactly what i'd hoped for. It was served with some tartar sauce, which complemented it nicely.
Throughout the evening, people would come in, and i noticed that the waitress was very friendly and personable with all of them - making jokes, some small talk, really giving people the sense of being welcome. This really helped set the atmosphere, and to make what could have been an ok meal at a nice restaurant into an enjoyable and pleasant experience.
As to the other patrons, they were mostly older - I'd put the average age at around forty - and there seemed to be a lot of "regulars". No one really spoke to us, but i noticed a lot of groups vs. single eaters.
If you're on your way through, Lisbon has a plethora of delicious eateries. I have to say I'd count taste of country as one of my new favorite "date" restaurants - classy, understated, good food and an excellent staff. Be sure to try the Buckeyes on the way out; at sixty cents each their well worth the cost.
I give it 4 stars - the small portion of fries was a little off putting at the price. Great food though.
My first notion on entering was to be impressed at the size of the place. There was plenty of seating to go around, and our server (Brooke) took us to a table situated near a window. The atmosphere was very quiet and subdued; it actually reminded me of a truck stop I'd once been in (The Tennessean).
The wait staff - i can't stress this enough - was as helpful as humanly possible. Friendly, polite, courteous beyond all reason. To the point of not only remembering both i and my date's drinks, but refreshing them constantly, even if not quite empty. They would bring a new glass each time, so you were never dry, an act which impressed me to no end.
Dinner costs about ten dollars a head, and comes with soup and salad bar. Some items are more expensive, but nothing was outrageous - I could see taking a family there.
The salad bar was small but well stocked: everything was plentiful in supply, and there was enough variety to satisfy whatever suited your tastes. It wasn't as huge as say, Ponderosa, but the flip side of this is that it wasn't overwhelming. There was also a soup bar serving two types of soup (wedding soup, and i forget the other type - bad reviewer!). Cold things were cold, hot things were hot. The pasta salad was quite tasty, and my date found the regular salad quite pleasing as well. It was all very laid back and modest, which worked well for the environment.
The entree that we both chose was fish, which we got fried, with a side of french fries. The rolls that were deliver first were (as promised) hot, and of a particuarly dense variety - quite filling and warming. The serving of fries was a bit anemic, but forgivable considering the salad bar. They don't give vast portions like Da Lonzos, but their not the same kind of place, either - the environment is totally different.
The fish itself was billed as being Icelandic Haddock. Fried in a light batter, it was both delicious and flaky, with hardly any fish taste. I've often said that if a restaurant cooks fish well, it can cook anything well; nothing is as easy to ruin as fish. If that's the hurdle to jump, they cleared it with several feet to spare. I really can't stress enough that the fish was very good - exactly what i'd hoped for. It was served with some tartar sauce, which complemented it nicely.
Throughout the evening, people would come in, and i noticed that the waitress was very friendly and personable with all of them - making jokes, some small talk, really giving people the sense of being welcome. This really helped set the atmosphere, and to make what could have been an ok meal at a nice restaurant into an enjoyable and pleasant experience.
As to the other patrons, they were mostly older - I'd put the average age at around forty - and there seemed to be a lot of "regulars". No one really spoke to us, but i noticed a lot of groups vs. single eaters.
If you're on your way through, Lisbon has a plethora of delicious eateries. I have to say I'd count taste of country as one of my new favorite "date" restaurants - classy, understated, good food and an excellent staff. Be sure to try the Buckeyes on the way out; at sixty cents each their well worth the cost.
I give it 4 stars - the small portion of fries was a little off putting at the price. Great food though.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Jay's Famous Hot Dogs (Austintown)
Most of the places we consider fine dining are considered fine because of the good food, or the great service, or the fancy setting. To those people, Jay's Famous Hot Dogs is somewhere to pass over and avoid, a sad little restaurant on a busy thoroughfare, one dull pebble among a million glittery gems and glass baubles.
But to do so would be to miss out on a part of Youngstown culture, a place known not for being fancy, but for being plentiful, inexpensive, and anonymous.
Jay's sells food by the bag, has six sizes of fries (small, medium, large, super, giant, family), and prices so good you won't believe your eyes.
Beloved and I rolled in after visiting a local tattoo parlor, and I ordered up a Gyro platter and large fry, while she ordered up a cheese burger and fries. The food was greasy and plentiful, the kind of thing you could easily see a factory worker picking up on his lunch break, or kids picking up on the way home from a football game.
The whole milieu of the place was that of a bygone era, someplace left, ever so slightly, in the past. The menu, the hand-drawn signs, the lack of a restroom, the tiny booths - it was a place geared for a time different then our own, a place more amenable to accidents and misfortune, that demanded an ounce of stoicism on the part of the people in it, from the workers to the patrons.
I view Jay's as being like going to an industrial Colonial Williamsburg, a view of the past that can't be found at any perfectly prepared fast-food joint or flawless diner. It's the kind of place where i expected to hear disco or to see some greasers walk in, their hair slicked back, their white shirts bulging with muscle while their cars rumbled quietly outside, belching out leaded gas fumes and the sound of Buddy Holly.
Go give it a shot, it's nestled right off Route 11 to the right, next to a Marc's and a straight shot into the heart of Youngstown. And when you eat there..think of the history, think of the past, and how some things don't change - and shouldn't.
I give it 5 stars.
But to do so would be to miss out on a part of Youngstown culture, a place known not for being fancy, but for being plentiful, inexpensive, and anonymous.
Jay's sells food by the bag, has six sizes of fries (small, medium, large, super, giant, family), and prices so good you won't believe your eyes.
Beloved and I rolled in after visiting a local tattoo parlor, and I ordered up a Gyro platter and large fry, while she ordered up a cheese burger and fries. The food was greasy and plentiful, the kind of thing you could easily see a factory worker picking up on his lunch break, or kids picking up on the way home from a football game.
The whole milieu of the place was that of a bygone era, someplace left, ever so slightly, in the past. The menu, the hand-drawn signs, the lack of a restroom, the tiny booths - it was a place geared for a time different then our own, a place more amenable to accidents and misfortune, that demanded an ounce of stoicism on the part of the people in it, from the workers to the patrons.
I view Jay's as being like going to an industrial Colonial Williamsburg, a view of the past that can't be found at any perfectly prepared fast-food joint or flawless diner. It's the kind of place where i expected to hear disco or to see some greasers walk in, their hair slicked back, their white shirts bulging with muscle while their cars rumbled quietly outside, belching out leaded gas fumes and the sound of Buddy Holly.
Go give it a shot, it's nestled right off Route 11 to the right, next to a Marc's and a straight shot into the heart of Youngstown. And when you eat there..think of the history, think of the past, and how some things don't change - and shouldn't.
I give it 5 stars.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
DaLonzo's On The Hill
DaLonzo's On the Hill is the kind of place that you really gotta see, to believe. A gem hidden away in rural Ohio like a diamond hidden in an old woman's jewelry box. The setting is so obscure, so hidden away, that if you weren't intentionally looking for it, you'd likely not find it. The sign down by the main highway is as battered and ruined looking as much of the surrounding town of Wellsville; however, we found our way, and after a trip up a long and winding road we came to..an abandoned elementary school?
The building the restaurant is housed in an old elementary school building, and the setting is more amusing then you might think. Walking down the deserted hallway at 7:30 PM, it was like an eighties horror movie, complete with co-ed leading us merrily to our doom (or, in this case, "the Italian Room", more on this later). She was surprised to see us when we walked in, and explained they got a lot of pick up business, but little eat-in. This suited me and the girlfriend just fine.
The room we were taken to (i would later learn off their website) is "The Italian Room". It's cheesier then it sounds; the walls are adorned with pictures of Al Pacino, the cast of the Sopranos, and assorted unusual images of Frank Sinatra and other lounge acts. Behind these images (and a spectacular looking wall display of wine bottles, peppers, and Italian memorabilia) you could still see the green industrial paint that had adorned the school in it's more academic days. One wall was a huge blackboard; the others were bare save for the posters, pictures, and plaques adorning them. We were alone in the large room, save for a TV against the far wall and the occasional appearance of our good-mannered waitress. The TV remained dark, which was perfectly acceptable to me - it allowed beloved and I to converse quietly.
I really cannot express the surreality of the place; the almost unreal nature of it. It was silent as a tomb, yet peaceful. Despite the odd decorations, there was a friendly, almost welcoming atmosphere, as though we were eating in a family room rather then in a restaurant.
When our food arrived, we were startled, by the size of it. It was a serving size that i can only describe as Epic. The Calzone i had ordered was the size of a medium pizza (at least!) folded over; in the middle, like a medallion, sat a mushroom, baked into the surface (a very nice touch, if i may say so). The salad beloved ordered was similarly huge; it was served to us in an actual serving bowl.
Now, my Calzone was good. I'll not lie: it was good enough that I'd have it again in a heart-beat. But, the salad was beyond good. The salad was into the realms of delicious. It used croûtons of fresh bread (a first, for me). The dressing (golden italian) was very good. The cheese in it was even good!
The whole experience would have sold me on DaLonzo's. I'd have happily gone back, just to experience the, well, ambiance of the place. But, the food is what sold me. It was food prepared with love, and care, and concern, by people who give a damn if it's good or not. I cannot stress this enough: I was impressed, very impressed, by the work they'd put into it and the pride they had displayed. Even the serving girl, not even out of high school, seemed to take some joy in her tasks and made us feel as if we were part of the family, stopped by for dinner, instead of just two weird people who showed up at 7:30 on a tuesday.
My only caveat is that some of the salad ingredients were substandard, but this is unavoidable in Ohio in march. And by substandard, I mean things like, the green peppers in the salad were a little wilted seeming, and seemed a bit marked up. It in no way detracted from the taste or the experience of the meal, and was a purely cosmetic experience.
The building the restaurant is housed in an old elementary school building, and the setting is more amusing then you might think. Walking down the deserted hallway at 7:30 PM, it was like an eighties horror movie, complete with co-ed leading us merrily to our doom (or, in this case, "the Italian Room", more on this later). She was surprised to see us when we walked in, and explained they got a lot of pick up business, but little eat-in. This suited me and the girlfriend just fine.
The room we were taken to (i would later learn off their website) is "The Italian Room". It's cheesier then it sounds; the walls are adorned with pictures of Al Pacino, the cast of the Sopranos, and assorted unusual images of Frank Sinatra and other lounge acts. Behind these images (and a spectacular looking wall display of wine bottles, peppers, and Italian memorabilia) you could still see the green industrial paint that had adorned the school in it's more academic days. One wall was a huge blackboard; the others were bare save for the posters, pictures, and plaques adorning them. We were alone in the large room, save for a TV against the far wall and the occasional appearance of our good-mannered waitress. The TV remained dark, which was perfectly acceptable to me - it allowed beloved and I to converse quietly.
I really cannot express the surreality of the place; the almost unreal nature of it. It was silent as a tomb, yet peaceful. Despite the odd decorations, there was a friendly, almost welcoming atmosphere, as though we were eating in a family room rather then in a restaurant.
When our food arrived, we were startled, by the size of it. It was a serving size that i can only describe as Epic. The Calzone i had ordered was the size of a medium pizza (at least!) folded over; in the middle, like a medallion, sat a mushroom, baked into the surface (a very nice touch, if i may say so). The salad beloved ordered was similarly huge; it was served to us in an actual serving bowl.
Now, my Calzone was good. I'll not lie: it was good enough that I'd have it again in a heart-beat. But, the salad was beyond good. The salad was into the realms of delicious. It used croûtons of fresh bread (a first, for me). The dressing (golden italian) was very good. The cheese in it was even good!
The whole experience would have sold me on DaLonzo's. I'd have happily gone back, just to experience the, well, ambiance of the place. But, the food is what sold me. It was food prepared with love, and care, and concern, by people who give a damn if it's good or not. I cannot stress this enough: I was impressed, very impressed, by the work they'd put into it and the pride they had displayed. Even the serving girl, not even out of high school, seemed to take some joy in her tasks and made us feel as if we were part of the family, stopped by for dinner, instead of just two weird people who showed up at 7:30 on a tuesday.
My only caveat is that some of the salad ingredients were substandard, but this is unavoidable in Ohio in march. And by substandard, I mean things like, the green peppers in the salad were a little wilted seeming, and seemed a bit marked up. It in no way detracted from the taste or the experience of the meal, and was a purely cosmetic experience.
Reviews Done Right
What do I do? Reviews! Mostly of restaurants and eateries, though eventually i might spread out to other things. No restaurant is off limits, no eatery to minor.
What's the twist? Well, I and my girlfriend both dress like freaks, and are overweight. This sometimes leads to us getting less then ideal service.
Why do it? Why not? I like writing, and I love eating; why not combine the two? We'll see how it goes.
What's the twist? Well, I and my girlfriend both dress like freaks, and are overweight. This sometimes leads to us getting less then ideal service.
Why do it? Why not? I like writing, and I love eating; why not combine the two? We'll see how it goes.
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