Myra's

This past Friday, Carol and I went to dinner with our friends Shawn and Katy, of Foodluv.net fame and more.  Our destination:  Myra’s Dionysus.  It's been quite a few years since I've been to Myra's, and this would be Carol's first visit.  It was pretty much as I remembered, small, quaint, cozy, and filled with incredible smells and a display case of goodies right inside the door.

After negotiating the parking lot tundra and the Sidewalk of Doom, we were lucky to score a table right away, right - if you've never been to Myra's, the seating is at a premium.  But the food is well worth it.  Seriously - vegetarians/vegans and carnivores alike will find something there.

The menu is full of choices to suit anyone's palate, and the four of us all found, after some hemming and hawing, tasty comestibles on which to sup.  Carol went with the baked tofu with kecap manis and lime over sesame noodles with vegetables.  I couldn't decide on any one thing and went with a sampler plate of pulao - Indian spices with coconut and raisins in brown rice served with a hot parsley chutney, the same baked tofu as Carol, and warm sesame noodles in a spicy peanut sauce.  Oh yeah.. it was tasty. 

Shawn went with Hoppin' Juan - Brown rice and black beans with a picante tomato salsa and onions - it usually has cheese, but since he and Katy are vegan, he opted not to get it.  Katy chose one of the dishes I had been considering, Claudia's Creation - Chinese black bean sauce with sherry & garlic, garnished with mandarin oranges & broccoli and served over brown rice.  She wasn't overly pleased with that, so I'm glad I didn't order it.  Shawn was happy with his however.

Myra's is a great stop if you're looking for an inexpensive vegetarian meal, just be aware that the service can be a bit slow sometimes, but everyone who works there very friendly. They feature artwork from local artists which changes on a semi-regular basis, and they have a free(!) parking lot, which is a rarity in that neighborhood.  We will definitely be repeat customers, especially in the warmer months when the patio is open.

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Super Wings

Superbowl Sunday me and some other pals were at my friend Nick's house to watch the Saints lay a whuppin on the Colts.  No need to recap the game, we all know who won...

But, as with any gathering of men to watch a game, there's lots of man food around.  Lots of it.  And right there in the middle of it all was something that took more effort than even bacon has so far.

 

Buffalo wings.  Hot, spicy, saucy wings.  Just sitting there in the tray staring at me and daring me to eat them.  Oh, how I wanted them.  I wanted them like nothing else, those beautiful wings swimming in sauce.  It didn't matter that there was chips and salsa, shrimp, pretzels, and even the pizza (mushrooms, spinach, and roasted red peppers) that I brought.  I wanted a wing, dangit.

 

Look at them, all seductive and crispy...  

But I was stronger than that, despite the urge.  Despite the fact that I could already taste the sauce.  I held out.  I was strong.  I ate pizza and shrimp and cake and chips and salsa.

But I really wanted a wing,