A grab bag of food-related items this a.m.
- One of our favorite Lauderdale cafes has closed temporarily while they look for a new home: Sugar n Spice, formerly on Oakland Park Boulevard and the brainchild of a French/Irish chef duo, Jean and Vero, has decided to look for a "more intimate" setting (i.e. smaller -- my guess is they couldn't support the supersized room they were in). One never knows with these "temporary" closings, but I do hope the good ladies find a place to suit them and that we'll soon see them turning out their signature French-inspired homestyle grub: gratineed potatoes, chicken Milanese, and ratatouille with a vengeance. In the meantime, they're catering. Contact them at [email protected]. for your next shindig.
- One of our local blogging stars, Trina at Miamidish.net, helped premier a new Saturday radio show called Under the Sun on WLRN 91.3 (Trina is the associate assistant producer, and has put together a companion blog at www.underthesun.org www.wlrnunderthesun.org). The show runs once a month: Next air date is Saturday March 7 at noon or Sunday March 8 at 7 p.m. Their theme music was created by DJ Le Spam and the Spam Allstars, and the show promises stories on everything from inexplicable Florida mysteries to Miracle Fruit (in the Mysteries category: Why do birds congregate on the wires at intersections every evening? Stream the story here to find out.
- Clematis Street, West Palm, has opened a real greasy spoon: Greasy burgers, greasy fries, greasy onion rings at Grease Burger Bar (213 Clematis, formerly Nobles) -- brought to you by the same guys who own Rocco's tacos, City Cellar, City Oyster, and Big City Tavern -- Big Time Restaurant Group. This cabal of heavies seems to be one of the few companies able to turn a buck in the restaurant biz these days, and fer sure anybody who can purvey a decent burger deserves our rapt attention. And in spite of the flat screens playing sports, the concept aims for "cool" a la New York's Meatpacking district, according the the owners. Hey, until airfares drop again, no reason we can't pretend we're in Manhattan, right? Martha, fetch me my Manolos.
