Wrigleyville shocked us with their hot dogs, and we had to learn more. The taste of this beef lovingly nuzzled into a fluffy bun, drooling with the juice of a real tomato makes you forsake your memories and pledge allegiance to Vienna and Chicago style hot dogs. The owners even went to Hot Dog Academy to refine their skills before opening the truck. Located down … Continue reading Interview with Wrigleyville
Co-written by Jason Salas and Ainsley Daschofsky
The interview started by saying how humbled we were to be sitting down with Chef Steve Mchugh of Cured. Chef Mchugh is a man that you want to know. A man to meet before you die, or at least try his food. In the interview, Mchugh divulged that he hopes the food speaks so loudly for him that he doesn’t even have to be at the restaurant. You taste his mind even if he is nowhere near you. For Jason, he is someone you want to aspire to be like as a chef. We knew that this couldn’t be just any type of interview. It had to be from our hearts. It had to have passion and respect for the man we were sitting with. We were nervous. Ainsley and I were ready. This one was going to matter.
Monday we are closed. It’s a day that most restaurants are closed. Its a day of rest. A day to regroup. Many service industry workers spend Sunday nights drinking the night away and partying like its a Saturday night. But for some chefs, it’s another long day at the restaurant.
Austin Food Blogger’s Alliance let us into their tribe a few months ago. We were both thrilled to just imagine it. Talking food with people that loved it as much as we do. Obviously every human loves food. We eat it to survive. But these people also worship it. We birth it from our brains as recipes. We dress it up with dark chocolate ganache or a leaf of basil. We stay at home on Friday nights to imagine rosemary infused donuts.
It is our love. A marriage to the senses of flavor, the sense of beauty and the taste of a memory.
When you search for your favorite thing to eat in Austin and you don’t find what you are looking for. There are only a couple of things you can do about it. For most of us, we go home and try and make it ourselves. Or just give up and go about our day. But for Raya Naser, she did things a little differently. You see Raya tried really hard to find her favorite Mediterranean place in Austin.
Author: Ainsley Daschofsky
Every step I took away from the restaurant, concrete and bricks flashing into my eye retina, was like an interference. With a satisfaction so deep that the world couldn’t match, I licked my mind lips over and over. The match as a memory of fire hitting meat. The memory of lamb ribs on top of me like a lass I’d been imagining for years and had finally won. The fat from the smoked rib charred my teeth with a memory’s gush as the fat spilled down my throat, swallowed into me. Eyes closed, keeping all else away from the brain memorizing every pull of lamb rib. While not memorizing. You can’t memorize what you already know. What your beast knows. Your primal DNA making the taste succulent to your inner knowledge. That’s the thing about flavor. It is no hologram. It was not factory made …until it was. Meat and its flavor is known to every creature that is human. Whether you have McDonalds or not. They can only tap into the buds that scream and dance and cry to their passion. Food. Survival. Instinct. Your brain says meat should be inside it because it is your survival. Cured’s burger was this release from being a part of the world, the modern day, and back into the being part of your insides. The known without speaking. They don’t fuck with meat until it’s a veggie burger or lay down caramelized onions to hide the blood that isn’t there. Even the cheese goes inside the flavor. They char the blood to the perfect texture and honor its true flavor. They cure while pounding love into it. Eyes closed and mind dripping with bloody sweetness we call Cured our home.
We got to indulge in some popsicles last week on Guadalupe street. When I used to think of these ice sticks there were just that, ice with some flavor drops. Remember those squeeze pop style ones that came in cases of 50 for your freezer? I used to do rock paper scissor competitions for the pink one.
I’ve been following the ever evolving “paleo” diet for a few years. The diet changes as we find new information out about our species and as we uncover more data. Turns out ancient cultures did eat more than bacon. Honestly diets are weird if they try to go ancient because the way people ate was based on what was around them. Most American diets try to eat the same thing year round. Us Amazon.comians.
Sweet Ritual is that mom and pop shop that went new century and is run by two sexy women who hand you vegan ice cream.
Sometimes you just happen into a place that feels like home. For Jason and I this is a place where food takes us back to memories. You are in the chef’s head. Inception but with restaurants on every dream layer. We eat their food and feel like we are in the their mind tasting it together. This is the flavor you get at Crossroads Farm to Truck. When eating Danielle and Wayne’s quinoa laab we felt like we were in Thailand with them, laughing and licking spices from our lips. The husband and wife team have a combined experience of more than twenty years and spent those years traveling and tasting the world. Their dishes have layers of flavors and texture that are balanced with talent.