Treated Like Royalty at the Riu Palace, Aruba

It was a trip like none other. Tropical sunsets, paradise, blue waters, libations at will and more food than anyone could possibly imagine! I didn't quite know what to imagine, all I knew is that the Beach Boy song that calls upon Aruba, Jamaica...kept swimming through my head as I searched for tropical attire leading up to the trip. Let me just iterate that I went to Aruba as the "Queen of Soapblogging" and returned as an Arubian Princess! The Making of Royalty We knew it was an all inclusive resort, but, we had no idea how inclusive it was. From room service 24/7 to an in room liquor decanter complete with Vodka, Rum, Brandy and Whiskey along with a fully stocked refrigerator of beverages to food available to all patrons 24/7, it was every vacationer's dream!Imagine only taking out your wallet to leave a tip, buy trinkets or to play at one of the 2 casinos on the property. Yes, it was heavenly. The mature sister to the Riu Palace, was the Rui Antilla. We could visit the her whenever we desired should we seek a more adult atmosphere. All we had to do was follow the white and aqua blue corridor and there we were. Now, don't get me wrong, the stately Palace was more than enough, but, now and then movement away from children in the food and bar area was a welcome reprise. You just have to imagine paradise. Seriously, it was paradise. I am not saying that it was 100% perfection, nothing is, but, that which was good, was so good that it overshadowed anything that wasn't perfection. We will be back! I wish I was there now, 10 below wind chill has me really missing the pool, the personal bartenders, swimming, snorkling, eating, celebrating, sand under my feet, sun on my face, and a balcony view to die for!

Christmas At the Diner, Featuring a Star-Studded Musical Line-Up!

Christmas At the Diner, Featuring a Star-Studded Musical Line-Up! 12/23 by ArtSees Diner Radio | Entertainment Podcasts

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Christmas at the Diner is a musical celebration of the holidays. Musicians from far and wide have joined together to bring you some of their holiday originals and traditional favorites. Complete with a few holiday tidbits and of course, Momma Mary's world famous fudge, ArtSees Diner will be the place to gather and enjoy the sounds of the holidays. Our musical celebration features the music of: 

Gregory Abbott
Kathleen Procter-Moore
Don Murdock
Keenan Baxter
Steve and Mary E.
T Dawn
Sybil Gage 
Gary Davis
The Andy Needham Band
Jim St. James
Marshall Dane
Doug Briney
Jiggley Jones
Todd Kessler Band
The Bishop's Daredevil Stunt Band
Fawn 
and.....YOU!

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Saturday Morning Skillet; A morning Whim

There is something about a Saturday that is like no other day of the week. Life changes pace with as much fervor as a Northeasterly wind coming out over the lake. So, with a Saturday always comes the desire to slow life down, enjoy the finer things and begin the day with a special breakfast. Monday through Friday I am lucky if I grab a yogurt, or a quick bread of some type. Coffee, always a coffee, but what else goes with it is the fast grab. But, Saturday, I escape into breakfast paradise! Today warranted a special treat. What is captured below is exactly that!
 I began with telling Steve that I would be making some eggs and maybe a little bacon and would he like some. His response was, "YES!" So, after my morning radio show, a walk on the treadmill I dug into the refrigerator. You see, I wake up dreaming about what I am going to cook. I create recipes as I awaken. I knew today would be eggs, but, what to go with, that is always a whim.

Today's creation? Saturday Morning Skillet!
 Ingredients:

• 4 eggs
• handful of fingerling potatoes
• 1/4 yellow pepper
• 1/2 medium red onion
• 2 tbsp olive oil
• 2 cooked strips of bacon
• 5 or 6 yellow cherry tomatoes sliced in half
• 2 oz of New York sharp cheddar cheese grated

Begin by slicing the fingerling potatoes into nice little slices. Not too thin as they will overcook. Too thick and the onions will. Dice the onion. Crumble the bacon. Dice the pepper. (in the future I would use either red or green as it is a nice color addition, but considering I cook on a whim, that would require pre-planning and that isn't the way I work typically!) Add the olive oil to a frying pan and begin to heat. Then add all of vegetables  to the oil. Stir lightly. Saute until you begin to see evidence of change in the color and texture of the vegetables.

Next, add the bacon! 

At this point of the cooking process, Steve typically enters the room to find out what is happening. Why? because this is the point in the cooking process when the wonderful aromas begin to be released throughout the house! 

My favorite point of the cooking process! Next, add prepare and add the tomatoes. (I only used a few. The remaining will be used in pasta later)

This is the point when you just let all the flavors meld together. Top the sauteed mixture together and top with the cheese. Break the 4 eggs over the top of the skillet, add a little pepper and top it with a lid. Leave it on high for 1 minute, then turn it down to medium heat until the eggs reach a nice poached consistency. 

Perfection! 

Jackie's Cafe, Saturday Morning Splendor!

For me Saturday mornings are the "treat ME right," kinda morning. Traditionally Saturday mornings have been the one morning where laziness rules the roost. When there are little to no plans and therefore making plans on a spontaneous whim is aprapo. It all began when I was a child. Getting up and going to school was never my thing. Saturday meant, you don't have to go anywhere! Then as a young mother and Saturday was the first day after a 5 day work week. It was when my sisters would come over or someone else was there to help me get the babies ready. It was the one morning when a "true breakfast" was made and enjoyed. When coffee was slowly sipped. The tradition has continued. There is nothing like a Saturday morning.

This particular Saturday I woke up with a mission in mind. I was not going to cook, make coffee or putz around the house in my robe. Rather, I was setting out to find the perfect place to make me feel like royalty for the morning. It had been a long, exhausting week. I requested Steve's presence, but, he had some writing on his mind. So, well then, I will go it alone! I had my sights set on a nice little cafe we had stopped at during the summer months. The place; Jackie's Cafe, The mission; Experience the best!

I do not mind going it alone. I have done it many times in my life and I have found that I gain clarity, I am expressive, comfortable, at home with myself. I don't make it a habit, but, it isn't bad either. So, why was Jackie's a good place for going it alone? Because it feels like you are in a breakfast room of a cozy house, that's why. My server was very attentive, friendly and took the time to talk to me about her favorite breakfast dish. I took her advice. She was right! I enjoyed Egg's Benito. Poached eggs served on top of jalapeno corn bread with a slice of ham and topped with jalapeno cheese sauce. Delicious! It is a bit spicy, but, no complaints here. I ate half and brought the other half home for Steve. He also enjoyed it. The corn bread in particular was the best I have ever eaten out. Brava!

Following my meal I had a bit of a conversation with my server about the catering end of the business as well as the "back door bakery." Her exuberance about the place and passion for Jackie came very natural. There is something about being served by someone who really believes in the chef and the nature of the restaurant. How could I possibly resist such enthusiasm?

Around to the back door I went. It reminded me of an old time movie where the children would go out back and sneak a cookie before dinner. The bakery is small, quaint, but filled with sunshine and glorious aroma's of fresh baked, sweet treats. It was only a few seconds before Jackie made her way from the kitchen to welcome me. She moved from behind the bakery case to speak to me face to face on the "patron" side of the case. That immediately struck me as true hospitality. No wonder why the service was so wonderful, Jackie is wonderful! She took the time to tell me a little about her history, background and how she came to New Buffalo Michigan. Within a few moments of explaining why I was out on a Saturday morning brought about a very friendly exchange over sweet treats. She made a "goodie" box up for Steve so that he would know exactly what he missed. She even called him by name after I had only mentioned it once.

Jackie Shen and Jackie's Cafe receives 5 gold Saturday morning smiles for food quality, atmosphere, good service, going the extra mile and for representing what true hospitality is all about! Mission accomplished! I experienced the best!

Just when you think nothing's perfect....

It was a fine alignment of stars that had us back in the saddle of culinary perfection again.

That's right, I'm talking about Bartlett's Gourmet Grill and Tavern in Beverly Shores, Indiana.

I honestly wasn't thinking about food at all when we set off for the exercise club after work. I was going to put in my 40 laps in the pool, and maybe scavenge the freezer a bit for anything to get by on when we got home, ever mindful of the calories awaiting me on the day that I imagine might be considered a holocaust of sorts by turkeys.

I told Mary I could be interested in a couple carry out items from a couple places on the way home that do carry out well. But there she was, her phone connected to exercise club wifi in the club lobby, in the hunt for something better than typical.

That's when she mentioned Bartlett's.

We'd been there and been wow'd before. But for not a while, through reasons inexplicable. I'll chalk it up to how stuff happens.

Anyway, I knew that whatever was going on there would be quality, and of course relished the thought of the only Hacker-Pschorr tap I'm aware of in this part of the world. But then she said the magic words: "Eight dollar build your own pasta special." And that was that.

Not that I'm a big pasta fan. But I was just in the mood, both for the food and the price. I locked in and mumbled the word 'Engage!'

We arrived lickety split, and seated ourselves at the bar where Kaleigh was poised to serve.

I did my best to not order my pint of Hacker-Pschorr too quickly while perusing the menu. Indeed, the "build your own pasta" option was in play. But the menu had other plans for us. After a few sips of my favorite golden nectar, we settled on a Bartlett's burger with dill potato salad for Mary, and the flatbread special for moi. And of *course* we were going to share.

How do I say this? Perhaps my reference to the "Orgasmatron" in Woody Allen's "Sleeper" (while staring at the cylindrical refrigerator in the corner of the bar) set the stage. Let's just say it felt like one big climax from start to finish.

The burger was fantastic, the meat cooked the way a medium should be cooked, juicy and slightly pink. The toppings actually stayed between the meat and the bun for the most part, which to me suggests a law of physics or two were defied. But I appreciate that. The potato salad was a dill lover's heaven. Excellent all the way around.

But as good as the burger was, the flat bread was all that and more. I'm not remembering exactly what went into it, although Vietnamese spiced pork comes to mind. And there were definitely pickled jalapeño peppers, which I adore. But add a heaping helping of the right cheese melted just so, and maybe the slightest hint of barbecue sauce in the meat, and we're talking about it deserving at least misdemeanor charge for coming just a bit too close to pearly gates grade. I mean, no flipping way - it was just plain incredible.

So there I was, initially patting myself on the back for clinging tightly to my latest food reduction wagon of sorts, suddenly and helplessly throwing all calorie conservation thoughts to the wind. We ate everything off both plates but one frightened slice of dill-drenched red potato. I enjoyed two pints of Hacker, and Mary a couple decanters of a fine Chianti. (And, yes, we *will* be there next Monday night for their tap beer special!)

As great as the food and drink was, the intangibles scored major points as well. The ambience was superb at the bar - quaint surroundings lit to perfection. Our bartender and server Kaleigh was an absolute delight, transporting our food straight from the chef's hand the instant it was available. She was fun to converse with as well, talking up a recent beer festival in Valparaiso, and singing the praises of IPAs.

And then there was the magic factor. I'd become quite enamored of Old Rasputin Imperial Stout in the last few months, imagining I was the only one who know about it. Well, lo and behold, I mentioned it to Kaleigh, who nonchalantly said, "Oh yeah, we have that..." pointing to the Bartlett's selection of tap beers. Say *what*? Here I've been drinking my Old Rasputin out of the bottle, and a local establishment has the intelligence and sensibility to serve it on tap!

When I finally awoke, I found myself in heaven.

And so will you. Find a way to get to Bartlett's. From food to people to drink, it's the complete dining package.

The Call of the "Wilde" Chicago

“I can’t stand people who do not take food seriously.” Oscar Wilde

A wonderful day with my daughter brought us back to our old haunts in Chicago for a "girl's day." She use to live in Lakeview. I use to live in Lincoln Park. We both have great memories of our time hanging out in Chicago and now and then miss the neighborhoods. So to be back for an "ah" day was long over due! For over a week we discussed where we would eat. The hard thing about going to a place known for its food diversity is where to eat. The easy thing about going to a place known for its food is you almost can't go wrong. Needless to say no decision was made prior to us meeting up. Neither one of us had a taste for anything in particular, we just looked forward to the time together. One thing we did settle on was the idea of eating lunch as opposed to shopping first and then eating an early dinner. Our dining choice would be based upon;1)parking 2)response to our gut, (not to be confused with gastronomic gut, but, intuitive gut) and 3)timing.

Setting out on Lake Shore Drive on a Saturday seemed like the perfect path towards satisfaction. Following a familiar path, we turned off onto Fullerton and up to Clark. From there instinct took over. After chatting and driving around a bit we found ample parking. As we walked down Broadway many places called our name but we would only heed the call of one. Would it be pizza, pasta, Thai, sushi, deli, bagels? NO! Then it happened. Like a pull on my Irish ancestry and a whisper from kindred spirits of the past we heard the call of the Wilde! Was it the dark wood, quaint window front or the spirit of the Great Oscar Wilde that called us by name? No, actually it was my daughter saying, I think I like the looks of this place. Something made her look at the menu. She saw the word that solved the puzzle;brunch, you see, we love our brunch and breakfast foods.

Now to the rest of the story..."I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best." Oscar Wilde

Walking in to Wilde, we were quickly seated in the front area of the restaurant. A small table for two very near the fire place. Warm, comfortable, with an air of elegance. Everything about the restaurant upon first assessment was warm. The music where we were sitting was a tad bit loud, but, at least the musical selection was pleasant. Immediately I traveled back to the ladies room. Prior to leaving I indicated to my companion that I would like coffee with cream should a server come to inquire. As I careened through the restaurant I discovered that the restaurant was sectioned in such a way that it was somewhat reminiscent to the way a house is divided;parlor, dining room, library, etc. The wood tones, library, decor, lighting as well as overall lay out allowed for me to move through the restaurant much like a character from one of Oscar Wilde's plays. All that from walking to the restroom? Ah, but yes, the spirit of Wilde wit challenged my Rapier wit to a duel to which I recoiled back to a time of grace, decadence and illusory of pleasures.

My daughter was a bit concerned that it took a little long to meet our server. I assured her that possibly it was because our server was waiting for me to return to the table. It was not long after I sat down that we were greeted by our server and we placed our drink order. We began with a cup of coffee. The coffee was a better than typical restaurant coffee. Being the coffee lover that I am, I appreciated that. I also appreciated the real cream in a nicely served creamer. (minus the accidental cream that landed on my daughter's coat.) The menu was very impressive. Looking around at other patron's selections helped in narrowing down our choices. We chose from the brunch menu:

• Spinach and Artichoke omelette with Irish cheddar grits and a side of  multi-grain toast 
• Beet and goat cheese salad 
• side of brunch potatoes

The food was delivered in a very timely manner and aside from a flinging of a little goat cheese and a plopsy of potatoes next to my daughter the plentiful platters were applauded. The benefit of the service being a little off kilter (I truly believe it was the spirit of the Wilde wit at play) is that we were able to engage near by diners in a humorous banter about the comedy of errors! However, I don't think my daughter was humored as much as the rest of us were. Needless to say the food was exactly what we had hoped for! The Irish cheddar grits were fabulous. To which I must acknowledge that increasingly I am loving what Chicago is doing with grits. Sorry you southern grit lovers, you have nothing on the Windy City! The spinach and artichoke omelette was like eating a healthier version of a really well done spinach artichoke dip. Instead of bread and chips it was enveloped around a perfectly cooked egg omelette. Even the multi-grain toast had a rich sense of an Irish countryside. I am not 100% certain, but, the butter was not your regular ole butter, which leads me to wonder if they actually use Irish butter, which is more like the butter we had back in the day. The beet and goat cheese salad was equally delicious and a perfect pairing for the omelette. It was a well calculated plan to order that which we would be able to pair and share. The richness of brunch potatoes were delectable, very rich, flavorful and the perfect item on a chilly autumn day.


I applaud our server for not making us feel rushed. The purpose of the day was to spend down time together. To just sit back, relax and feed not only our appetites but our souls. He was generous with refills on the coffee and kind to ensure that our every need was met. All in all it was a very pleasurable experience. Aesthetically pleasing, gastronomically satisfying and as the old Irish proverb states: Laughter is brightest where food is best!

I look forward to visiting Wilde "Chicago" Bar and Restaurant again. Wilde is located at 3130 N. Broadway, Chicago Illinois. Remember, "Love and gluttony, justify everything!" Oscar Wilde