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| Food Fight Judges from left to right: Debbie Gold, Katie Van Luchene, Doug Frost, and me. (Debbie appears super interested in my story) | 
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| Chefs Linda Duerr and Jennifer Maloney showing me what's actually possible in mu suburban kitchen. | 
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| Food Fight Judges from left to right: Debbie Gold, Katie Van Luchene, Doug Frost, and me. (Debbie appears super interested in my story) | 
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| Chefs Linda Duerr and Jennifer Maloney showing me what's actually possible in mu suburban kitchen. | 
 Sometimes you find restaurants (even the obvious ones) the strangest ways. Last Saturday I had the pleasure of running the half-Marathon portion of the Waddell & Reed Kansas City Marathon and unexpectedly found myself in a pace group with my friends Andy and Laurie. We were cold (temperature at start was 34º F) but working hard, burning calories and talk eventually gravitated toward food in general and KC restaurants in particular. We compared favorites (too many to list), bemoaned the dogs (not going there) and tried to come up with a recommendation that one of us hadn't tried. Eventually Andy asked, "Have you tried brunch at Story?" I had not.
Sometimes you find restaurants (even the obvious ones) the strangest ways. Last Saturday I had the pleasure of running the half-Marathon portion of the Waddell & Reed Kansas City Marathon and unexpectedly found myself in a pace group with my friends Andy and Laurie. We were cold (temperature at start was 34º F) but working hard, burning calories and talk eventually gravitated toward food in general and KC restaurants in particular. We compared favorites (too many to list), bemoaned the dogs (not going there) and tried to come up with a recommendation that one of us hadn't tried. Eventually Andy asked, "Have you tried brunch at Story?" I had not.|  | 
| Kansas City's Newest Restaurant, Novel located in the charming Westside neighborhood | 
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| Click Photo to Enlarge (and read my pithy comments) | 
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| Morel Dilemma | 
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| Don't miss out on fresh crepes created by Nadine before your eyes in front of Cafe Provence. | 
 ❝Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.❞
❝Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.❞ |  | 
| $25 worth of morels | 
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| This is the only photo of mine I could find of the original Airstream-based Port Fonda. | 
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| Tarte aux Fruits de la Passion Passion Fruit Tart with raspberry coulis, chantilly | 
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| Bombe au Chocolat Chocolate ganache covered chocolate mousse with raspberry coulis center, flour less chocolate cake and creme anglaise | 
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| Burger Battle Menu Click to enlarge | 
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| Mama's Meatloaf Burger by Beth Anderson | 
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| Reducing alcohol consumption seemed like a good way to shed some pounds right? Well... maybe. | 
 My wife and I have a pet expression for ladies of a certain age (the age is somewhat variable but let's say north of 60) - "So stinkin' cute". And that would be the first thing you notice at The Bloomsbury Bistro - the place is practically overflowing with charming, well dressed ladies that are well, just "so stinkin' cute". It also appears to be a popular Mother/Daughter or even Mother/Daughter/Granddaughter spot. I haven't quite reached the point where that fact would attract me to a restaurant but it doesn't necessarily scare me off either. Especially if the food is good. (Sidebar where the exception proves the rule: On my most recent visit there were no fewer than three tables with gentlemen dining alone).
My wife and I have a pet expression for ladies of a certain age (the age is somewhat variable but let's say north of 60) - "So stinkin' cute". And that would be the first thing you notice at The Bloomsbury Bistro - the place is practically overflowing with charming, well dressed ladies that are well, just "so stinkin' cute". It also appears to be a popular Mother/Daughter or even Mother/Daughter/Granddaughter spot. I haven't quite reached the point where that fact would attract me to a restaurant but it doesn't necessarily scare me off either. Especially if the food is good. (Sidebar where the exception proves the rule: On my most recent visit there were no fewer than three tables with gentlemen dining alone). It's probably been 25 years now, the first time I traveled to Munich, Germany. At the time, as a young man traveling on business, I'm sure it was good Bavarian beer that I was looking forward to. Looking back however, it was the German asparagus that I remember most. It was late April, maybe early May and I didn't know it at the time but I was stepping into a magical culinary window of time in Germany known as Spargel Season. Walk through the center of town in any German city this time of year and large chalkboards in front of every restaurant herald the arrival of spargel in a long list of dinner specials built around the celebrity vegetable. "Was ist spargel? (What is spargel?)" I asked in a poorly accented German that only an American can manage. The friendly restauranteur whose English was worse than my German gestured enthusiastically with his hands for me to follow him into his establishment. Once inside he proudly pointed to a simple dish containing several fat, white (admittedly phallic) spears the likes of which I did not recognize. "Spargel!" he said triumphantly. I shrugged my shoulders, still confused, and asked to be seated. I ate spargel for three days straight.
It's probably been 25 years now, the first time I traveled to Munich, Germany. At the time, as a young man traveling on business, I'm sure it was good Bavarian beer that I was looking forward to. Looking back however, it was the German asparagus that I remember most. It was late April, maybe early May and I didn't know it at the time but I was stepping into a magical culinary window of time in Germany known as Spargel Season. Walk through the center of town in any German city this time of year and large chalkboards in front of every restaurant herald the arrival of spargel in a long list of dinner specials built around the celebrity vegetable. "Was ist spargel? (What is spargel?)" I asked in a poorly accented German that only an American can manage. The friendly restauranteur whose English was worse than my German gestured enthusiastically with his hands for me to follow him into his establishment. Once inside he proudly pointed to a simple dish containing several fat, white (admittedly phallic) spears the likes of which I did not recognize. "Spargel!" he said triumphantly. I shrugged my shoulders, still confused, and asked to be seated. I ate spargel for three days straight.|  | 
| T. Loft owner Jill Minton (enthusiastically) describes her menu. | 
"There are people who strictly deprive themselves of each and every eatable, drinkable and smokable which has in any way acquired a shady reputation. They pay this price for health. And health is all they get for it. How strange it is. It is like paying out your whole fortune for a cow that has gone dry."
- Mark Twain
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| Creole Chicken - Cajun-blackened chicken burger, chipotle white cheddar, avocado, tomato & chipotle aioli on potato roll | 
 Here we are, with both feet in the new millennium, and I am amazed at the number of restaurants (some of my favorites in fact) that still have little or no presence in social media. Even worse, many are doing such a poor job of using Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc... that their pleas for attention are likely met with feelings of pity.
Here we are, with both feet in the new millennium, and I am amazed at the number of restaurants (some of my favorites in fact) that still have little or no presence in social media. Even worse, many are doing such a poor job of using Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc... that their pleas for attention are likely met with feelings of pity. OK, I personally don't sleep in. Ever. I'm a 5:00 - 5:30 AM guy on typical mornings. 6:00 AM on weekends. But I recognize that many more normal folks like to call bed their home for a few extra hours on Saturday and Sunday.  Brunch was designed for them. I'm happy to tag along - even if it will be my second meal of the day.
OK, I personally don't sleep in. Ever. I'm a 5:00 - 5:30 AM guy on typical mornings. 6:00 AM on weekends. But I recognize that many more normal folks like to call bed their home for a few extra hours on Saturday and Sunday.  Brunch was designed for them. I'm happy to tag along - even if it will be my second meal of the day.|  | 
| Soup Tomato Bisque | 
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| Roasted Butternut Squash Carbonara Smoked Crimini Mushrooms, Peas, Sun-dried Tomatoes, Pecorino | 
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| Salad with Apples, Roquefort, Candied Pecans, Buttermilk Dressing | 
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| Braised Beef Ragu Creamy Polenta, Fried Shallots, Red Wine Rosemary Sauce | 
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| Rye's open kitchen. The copper-topped table in the foreground will eventually host Chef's Table seating. |