Mr. FvF requested that BFD make it onto our menu this week, and I was happy to oblige. Tonight, we dined on seasoned, fried red potatoes, gravy & biscuits, hickory smoked bacon and scrambled eggs.

In yo' face, mornings!

As if this weren't enough, I also scored three whole boneless/skinless chicken breasts, a pound of chicken tenders, a pound of sliced sirloin for stir-fry and two giant, gorgeous thick-cut pork loin chops for about $18. If you look closely into the reflection, you'll also notice I'm doing the "new grandpa squat" - the manner in which all old men hunker down to take photographs. Too bad you can't see my bitchin' Maiden shirt, though.

saucepan and whisk together until there are no lumps. Cook over medium heat until just before boiling, then reduce to low (the sauce will thicken). I tasted the sauce at this point and there just wasn't enough to it, so I added a little bit of store-bought peanut sauce that I picked up a while back that was WAY too damn hot for my taste, just on it's own. Turns out, it was the perfect compliment of seasonings to make this just right.


Unfortunately, I overcooked the steaks like it was my job. We both like mid-rare meat and the first time I checked them, they were practically blue inside. I let them broil (in a cast iron skillet) for about another 2 minutes, and they ended up well done. Go figure. At least it made for a pretty picture! Plus, it only calls for 1/4 cup of wine, which means you have a hefty size chef's bttle left over for yourself. If your mister/missus doesn't drink red wine, even bigger bonus.
That was made up for when freshly-fried plantain chips were brought to the table with a house-made salsa that I still can't figure out.
For now, the appetizer. When I saw they had Mofongo on the menu, I was pretty amped about it. Mashed, fried plantains with garlic and bacon formed into a ball. Yes, please! It came to the table looking and smelling delicious with a bowl of broth, which I assume was for dipping. It turned out to be a little on the bland side, but I wasn't completely disappointed. The broth contributed come of the salt it seemed to be lacking.


Yes, it's a little greasy. But you know what else it is? A whole lot of awesome. "I stopped at Taco Bell for a late dinner Saturday when I got back to Dayton, and their new Pacific Shrimp Taco is one of the nastiest things I’ve ever tasted in my life. I guess it is my own fault for trusting Taco Bell with seafood. The shrimp looked like the cast of Jersey Shore, orange-tinted and fake-tanned, but tasted like little hams, as the shrimp had been marinated in or injected with some sort of smoke flavor. Avoid it at all costs."


coli Cheese Mash-up
Rub the roast liberally with house seasoning (salt, pepper, garlic powder), then pat the leaner sides down the some dried rosemary. Throw about a cup of water and a few tablespoons of Worcestershire cause, and plop your roast in, fat side up. This lets a lot of the rendering fat baste the meat while it cooks. You don't really need to put your veggies in until the last few hours. I chucked them in at 5 (at which point the roast had been cooking on it's own for 8 hours on low) and we ate at 7:30. Perfection. Fully cooked, but not mushy.



My half chicken was no joke - the thing was huge and cooked very well. Pretty sure they used a bottled sauce, but it wasn't low-quality like the rancid ketchup that Kraft calls Open Pit. I'm guessing maybe something like Sweet Baby Ray's, which is what I normally use at home. The slaw was house-made an absolutely tops. Not overdressed, and big, crunchy veggies. I think the fries may have been of the frozen variety, but I thought they were delicious. Then again, I don't eat french fries often at all, so I needed another opinion. Mr. FvF gave them a 4 out of 5 on the FryClub scale, saying they would be surpassed only by battered or waffle fries. If they were frozen, I need to find out the brand for bribery purposes (looks like I may also want to invest in a waffler and learn to batter french fries).
was juicy, very well (but not overly) seasoned and tender. He claims as far as pulled pork sandwiches go, it was aces - but one superior sandwich exists at Tony Roma's. I have a feeling the trump may lie in the dry-rub TR's uses, which I wasn't picking up in the Williams pork.
Upon unwrapping it, I wasn't floored. They're using a bigger, bistro-style bun that hides some of the goodness. But, the burger itself hung off all sides of the bun, and that certainly wasn't bumming me out. Like grandma always said, size DOES matter.
present. There was also some sort of "steakhouse spread," more than enough cheese crumbles, lettuce, tomato, and some pretty decent-looking bacon.
"I love YO GABBA GABBA. I don't care what you say, DJ Lance, Muno, Broby, Foofa, Toodie and Plex have taught my daughter many valuable lessons--like the desirability of napping, for one. Not to throw objects at Daddy's skull. Not biting. The value of "trying again" and "not giving up." All set to surprisingly weird, offbeat songs which--in another venue and with other lyrics, one might find oneself enjoying at a club. They get good indie bands as guests, and Mark Mothersbaugh of DEVO is a regular. I know every song and every lyric by heart."