Make the time for a visit to Antoine’s

Antoine’s on St. Louis Street in the French Quarter.

Time machines may not exist in reality, but crossing the threshold of Antoine’s is like stepping out of Mr. Peabody’s Wayback Machine – it takes you back in time, to horse-drawn carriages, gas fire lighting and a relaxed yet regal dining experience.

These concepts are not unique in New Orleans. This is an old city, it has an old-world feel, and offers an atmosphere reminiscent of its European ancestors.

Antoine’s bridges the old and the new, and embodies the essence of New Orleans with its mixture of French-Creole cuisine, gothic decor and knowledgeable waitstaff.

Antoine Alciatore opened his namesake restaurant in 1840. No Antoine’s isn’t the oldest restaurant in America, that distinction belongs to Union Oyster House in Boston, established in 1826, but it is the oldest family run restaurant in America, now under management by a fifth generation of the Alciatore family.

To give some perspective to just how long ago that was, Antoine’s opened 21 years prior to the beginning of the Civil War. Martin Van Buren, our eighth president, was finishing his term in office and William Henry Harrison, a member of the Whig Party, was the president-elect. Over 170 years of dedicated service and thirty-five presidents later Antoine’s endures.

Located in the heart of the French Quarter, on Rue St. Louis, between Bourbon and Royal streets, the restaurant sets a bewitching stage for those arriving. The insanity of Bourbon Street is only a block away, but this rambling two-story edifice, draped in greenery from hanging plants and framed by black wrought iron offers sanctuary from the madness.

The front dining room at Antoine’s.

Inside is a bright, French-styled dining room. On busy nights this room can be filled with colorful characters, but more often it’s where the staff prefer to sit tourists and those unfamiliar with the restaurant. There’s nothing wrong with sitting here, especially when it’s decorated for the holidays, but I recommend seeking a table further inside Antoine’s.

Do a little research, then call ahead to see about reserving a table in a specific dining room. With 14 to choose from, and a seating capacity of over 700 – there’s plenty of options to explore.

In fact the waitstaff is trained to give tours of this living museum. The wine room is especially impressive. Measuring 165 feet long and seven feet wide, it can hold 25,000 bottles when fully stocked.

The Large Annex.

The main dining room, or Large Annex, is a cavernous hall filled with memorabilia. Mardi Gras is recognized prominently at Antoine’s, with four of the dining rooms celebrating this annual Bacchanalia. An unexpected Oriental motif is offered in the Japanese Room, while the Mystery Room takes diners back to the days of prohibition.

Between 1919-1933, if diners were seeking an alcoholic refreshment, there was a secret room that could be reached by slipping through a door in the ladies’ restroom, where fermented beverages were poured into coffee cups to help disguise them. If confronted by authorities about where this liquor came from, customers would utter, “It’s a mystery to me.” The name stuck.

The Mystery Room offers diners a glimpse into the days of prohibition.

If there is a specific dining area you desire, take a seat at the Hermes Bar and wait for availability. This is a fine vantage point to take in the sights, sounds and energy of Antoine’s, along with doing some quality people watching.

Allow me to inject this small observation here that holds true throughout New Orleans — waiters matter. Unlike most cities, where waiting tables is the domain of 20-something college students, in New Orleans a good waiter is a valuable commodity and a sought after career. Families look for a waiter the same way they do a priest. They align themselves with a waiter and a restaurant. There they will celebrate all the major events in their lives, and likely have a relationship with the same waiter for a lifetime.

Having the right waiter at Antoine’s comes in handy. He or she will make sure table requests are honored, guide the uninitiated through the vast menu, steer customers away from items they might not appreciate and tip customers to any chef’s specials that aren’t on the menu. New Orleans is an improvisational kind of town, the menu is just the tip of the iceberg.

On a first visit to Antoine’s it’s nearly impossible not to order at least one of the famous menu items that originated from its kitchen. Some may seem commonplace these days, like Oysters Rockefeller or Baked Alaska, because they have become so readily available, but it’s always compelling to sample the original.

Jules Alciatore first created Oysters Rockefeller in 1899, and named them after John D. Rockefeller, because the richness of this sauce rivaled his wealth. It’s estimated that Antoine’s has served over 3.5 million orders.

The original Oysters Rockefeller.

Signature items like the Oysters Foch, Escargots Bordelaise or Chicken Rochambeau are unequivocally Antoine’s.

I started with the Oysters Rockefeller, which are a meal unto themselves. Six plump Gulf oysters arrived encrusted with Antoine’s sublime herb and butter topping. I recommend splitting an order with someone because they are so decadent.

The beauty with oysters is they’re only so filling, so when my entrée arrived I was eagerly anticipating the first bite. I stayed relatively simple with my selection. After the Rockefeller, I didn’t want any kind of dense béarnaise sauce, instead opting for cleaner flavors.

I’m a huge fan of blackened redfish, or drum, especially paired with crab, so I had to go with the Pompano Pontchartrain.

This was a beautiful piece of fish.

The filet was grilled to perfection, then topped with lump crabmeat and sautéed in butter.

We’re talking heaven on a plate.

Pompano Pontchartrain has arrived.

It was thick, firm, very meaty and evenly cooked. The flame put a light seasoned crust on the surface that my fork cracked through into a moist steaming delicacy. The fish essentially cooked in its own juices.

I treasured each mouthful, and at $38.75 it was creeping into steak-level prices, and worth every cent.

That being said, I advise potential visitors to adjust their expectations before choosing to dine at Antoine’s.

With anything open for this amount of time, the overall quality is going to ebb and flow. This is a restaurant from another era, that serves a historic cuisine in its own style. Like it or not, Antoine’s does its own thing, and when dining here you have to adjust expectations to a more European-style of service and to its cuisine – if this is a problem try somewhere else in town.

A good way to begin building a rapport with the restaurant is to try the light menu at the Hermes Bar, or Antoine’s price-fixed lunch menu of three courses for $20.12, including .25 cent martinis.

This just might be the best bargain in town.

A dinner here has everything a guest could expect from such a New Orleans landmark, the spectacle of haute Creole cuisine, the French influence and fresh ingredients from this bountiful region.

Other restaurants may offer a better overall level of quality, but the atmosphere here is incomparable, especially on busy nights or during Christmas. For anyone who places a significance upon what atmosphere in a restaurant can bring to an evening and subscribes to the unmistakable pleasure a truly delectable meal can have upon a night with someone special – try Antoine’s and see what is possible.

As noted New Orleans food critic Tom Fitzmorris is fond of saying, “In all the world, there is only one Antoine’s.”

Antoine’s

713 Rue Saint Louis – (504) 581-4422

http://www.antoines.com

Hours: Dinner Monday thru Saturday 5:30-9:00 p.m.; Lunch: Monday thru Saturday 11:30 -2:00 p.m.; Sunday Jazz Brunch 1:00-2:00 p.m.

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Burger Shake in Lexington fills the crave

Burger Shake, located at 219 E. New Circle Road in Lexington.

Attempting to find a child’s XL University of Kentucky basketball jersey with the Wildcat’s all-everything star, Anthony Davis’s number on it is no easy task. Factor in the Kitty Cats were playing that Saturday to advance to the Sweet 16, and it took some driving before I could lock one down.

After eventually finding the birthday present I sought at Kentucky Korner, I needed some nourishment, and didn’t feel like venturing into any of the chain restaurants for their cutesy meal deals. I wanted a simple, down and dirty cheeseburger.

Out on the east end of New Circle Road in Lexington is one of a dying breed of old-style hamburger joints known as Burger Shake.

Established in 1957 by Joe Isaac and Dr. Samuel Isaacs, the name is kind of an anomaly. The restaurant owners’ company is I & I, Inc., but after they put up the huge sign above the store announcing “burgers” and “shakes,” the Isaacs had no money left for other signage.

Folks took naming the restaurant into their own hands, and its been known as Burger Shake ever since.

Now this isn’t the best burger ever. The individual patties aren’t particularly thick, but it’s real and authentic.

Burger Shake sticks to what it does well.

Walking through the doors, I turned left where a lighted menu board detailed Burger Shake’s offerings. They have chili dogs, fish and chicken sandwiches, even a grilled cheese, but I wanted a cheeseburger – and a double seemed the way to go.

After placing my order, the person behind the counter relayed it to the cook and that’s when my food was actually prepared. In other words, everything is literally made fresh to order at Burger Shake.

They use a flame broiled system, similar to Burger King, but without the fake flavor additives. The burgers are traditional sized, not huge, but equivalent to what they cost.

My order arrived in a plain brown paper bag with hot grease stains already visible around the bottom. The burgers are dressed with pickles, onions and mustard, and come in little wax paper sacks, that the cheese sticks to on the sides.

I scarfed this bad boy down. The fries are at least equally delicious. They’re reminiscent of McDonald’s in style, but thicker cut and more flavorful.

Instead of a shake I went with a large Mello Yellow, which I hadn’t seen in some time.

A double cheeseburger and large fries.

At Burger Shake, the nice thing is you always know the price – it’s right there as you pull in. Most of Lexington can mark moments in their lives by the gradual price changes on the big sign above the restaurant.

The burgers started out at 19 cents back in 1957, reached 69 cents by 1994, inched up to 84 cents in 2008, and increased to 99 cents in July 2011.

The current owners, Sharyn Clements and Sammie Lou Lilly, who are the daughters of the original owners, had to adjust the price point in order to remain profitable with bread, meat and transportation all going up in recent years.

This increase hasn’t dampened the restaurant’s dedicated customer base. It’s still a bargain. A family of four can eat here for under $20, but many have a sentimental attachment to Burger Shake that goes deeper than money.

Bring your own atmosphere because there is none inside, but plenty of space to dine-in. Also, bring cash, they do not accept credit or debit cards.

It’s fresh, fast, tasty and cheap – nothing wrong with that these days.

Burger Shake – 219 E. New Circle Road, Lexington, KY (859) 299-4113

Hours: 10:30 a.m.-9:30 p.m. Mon.-Sat.; 10:30 a.m.-9:00 p.m. Sun.

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Iowa professor scorches earth beneath his feet

An interesting sidebar to the never-ending Republican presidential primary, is the flap over an essay Stephen Bloom wrote for The Atlantic, where he questioned Iowa’s lofty status as the first state in the nation to cast votes for who will run for president.

[Read: Observations From 20 years of Iowa Life, by Stephen G. Bloom]

Bloom is a tenured professor at the University of Iowa’s School of Journalism and Mass Communication. Prior to teaching, he was a newspaper man with the Dallas Morning News, Los Angeles Times and The Sacramento Bee, who wrote features examining the unusual characters inhabiting the margins of society that are often overlooked.

He moved to Iowa from San Francisco with his family in 1993, and has since written two award-winning books that focused on aspects of life in small town Iowa.

Postville: A Clash of Cultures in America’s Heartland, illuminated the social clash between the 1,465 residents of Postville and a group of ultra-orthodox Hasidic Jews who moved to Iowa in 1987 to open a kosher slaughterhouse.

Bloom also was part of the Oxford Project. Begun in 1984, photographer Peter Feldstein set out to photograph every resident in the town of Oxford, Iowa, the project concluded 20 years later when Feldstein came back with Bloom to re-photograph as many of the residents as possible and document their stories.

In short, Bloom has street credibility, for his acclaimed reporting on small-town life in Iowa, as an academic and as a journalist. He has a trained eye to see what others might miss and a history of bringing the truth to light.

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Bloom’s essay was published just before the Iowa Caucuses, which caught considerable buzz from the networks. The outcry from Iowans is a result of their collective pride being hurt, but that doesn’t somehow make the question Bloom asked any less legitimate.

Is Iowa sufficiently representative of the other 49 states that it deserves to cast the first ballots in the presidential nominating process?

“Iowa’s not representative of much. There are few minorities, no sizable cities, and the state’s about to lose one of its five seats in the U.S. House because its population is shifting; and growth is negligible. Still, thanks to a host of nonsensical political precedents, whoever wins the Iowa Caucuses in January will very likely have a 50 percent chance of being elected president 11 months later. Go figure.” ~ Excerpt from Observations From 20 Years of Iowa Life, by Stephen G. Bloom.

The point of this essay seems to have been lost. This isn’t a referendum on Iowa as a state – only its standing as a diversified representation of America. Bloom did get some facts and nuances incorrect, and that is unfortunate, but the essence of the essay is solid.

Iowa has a hard time pointing to something that is recognized nationally as a point of excellence. In fact it suffers from an inferiority complex. It lives in the wake of Chicago’s shadow, and is surrounded by several other big dogs, like Kansas City, Milwaukee, Minneapolis, Omaha and St. Louis.

It’s America’s heartland. Iowa provides food, in particular pork, soybeans and corn to the rest of the country. The Iowa Writers’ Workshop is top of the line, the University of Iowa Hawkeyes play better than average college football, and there are the Iowa Caucuses – these are a few bright spots that shine nationally for Iowa.

The caucuses are a strange animal. They’re nothing like a primary, where everyone goes to the polls and the candidate with the most ballots wins.

In Iowa, residents gather at caucus locations and divide up into groups, depending upon which candidate they support.

Speeches are given, a vote is taken, and if no single candidate has a majority, negotiations begin between the top candidates and those with lesser support, to try to woo-away enough caucus members to secure a majority. Votes continue to be taken until a majority is achieved by one candidate.

Admittedly the question Bloom posed is instantly polarizing to those in Iowa. The state takes its prominence in the country’s presidential-election process very seriously.

Iowa isn’t a state where a candidate can hit a couple big cities, do some fundraisers and get out. Anybody who wants to win Iowa is going to have to spend some time there and drive. Nothing is close.

It requires going to county fairs, farms, and picnics in all 99 counties. A candidate is going to have to get to know people, sit down, eat a bunch of Jell-O and talk to people – speeches will not get it done.

Some issues Bloom highlights are certainly open to debate, and should be, but the characterizations and societal ills he mentions are all true to some degree.

Was it unnecessarily negative – maybe. This could also be a question of perspective. Somebody actually eats all those peculiar Jell-O molds brought to picnics and funerals in Iowa. Others would ask why anyone might consider putting tuna and mayo into gelatin.

It’s about perspective.

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The first thing to do in this argument is take emotion out of the equation. I don’t care what issue a person might have with any example Prof. Bloom brought up – nothing in this story justifies death threats being sent to him.

Stay to the facts and work the problem.

There’s no getting around Iowa lacks minority diversification, to the tune of being over 91 percent white.

Iowa is the 30th most populous state in the U.S., with an overall population of 3 million people, which is dwindling. Des Moines is the capital city, and the largest city in the state at 203,000 residents, good for #106 on the ranking of biggest cities in the America.

It is a rural, insular state, consisting mostly of farm land. As Bloom points out, of Iowa’s 99 counties, 88 are classified as rural.

Small towns are disappearing, farms are closing and hopes of replacing rural jobs are virtually non-existent.

The Hawkeye State has an extremely well-educated population, as the University of Iowa is one of the top ranked public universities in the country, but the state fails to keep many of its young graduates at home, creating what is known as the “brain drain.”

Undocumented workers are rampant around the meat packing industry, which has brought increased crime, along with animosity from local Iowans.

The river towns along the Mississippi are in decay, drugs are a serious issue and incidents of suicide in Iowa are alarmingly high.

These are cold hard facts.

That being said, I love Iowa. I’ve lived there twice and received my undergraduate and graduate degrees from the University of Iowa, but there is a big difference between arguing about whether Iowa is a good place to live versus should it be the first nominating contest for selecting a president.

The funny thing about this debate is Bloom has a deep affection for Iowa. People don’t move to Iowa and stay 20 years because they hate the place.

He can be snarky, but mostly Bloom tries to engage the mind. Sometimes it takes someone coming from an outside environment to have the perspective to make certain observations. Those who grew up in Iowa are most likely too close to this argument, which causes a loss of objectivity by letting emotion take over.

Previously it would have been the Des Moines Register’s domain to make a statement such as the one in Bloom’s essay, but that paper was gutted to a shell of its former self – like most papers around the country.

It mainly churns out puff pieces, which are quick and easy, on how warm and fuzzy Iowa can be, since the paper has neither the time or the staff to take on many substantive issues.

But talk to health care professionals, law enforcement or social workers and they give a more accurate portrayal of the true Iowa.

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There’s a certain romanticism associated with the comments I see criticizing Bloom’s essay, that imply Iowa is this pastoral Norman Rockwell-esque painting put into motion.

It’s questionable if this idyllic take on Iowa ever existed, but is particularly reckless when the statistics don’t back up this wishful thinking.

Iowa has been on the defensive for several years now from states moving up their nominating contests in an attempt to usurp its first in the nation status.

I think the better question here is why is Iowa worrying so much about how Bloom characterized the state. The demographics, societal ills and stats mentioned are real and damning.

Now there is something to worry about.

What I would like to see is enough incentives put in place to keep Iowa’s young talent at home, but this requires job opportunities to be created and competitive salaries to be paid.

In 2011, Iowa graduated over 88 percent of its high school students. That’s insanely high.

In 2009, the top ranked state in the country for average SAT scores per student was Iowa, and its consistently top three in states for ACT and SAT scores.

This is an amazing foundation to build upon.

Iowa, unlike many larger states, can fix what ails it. With a population base of only 3 million people, the state government and residents can still get their collective arms around these problems.

In the aftermath of Bloom’s story being published, he and his family have received death threats. The Cedar Rapids Gazette and Iowa City Press-Citizen filed an open records request to view e-mails from his university account, and numerous newspaper stories have detailed and refuted at length the items Bloom asserted about Iowa.

My advice to those critics, worry more about solving what is wrong with Iowa than about outside perception and presidential caucuses.

There’s a lot to like here. Iowa has plenty of room to grow, the land is rich, the state is number two nationally in wind energy, and it’s full of smart kids.

Play to your strengths and adapt.

With some attention, Iowa could be a beacon in the Midwest, if not nationally, and that’s something that can’t be overlooked.

Prof. Bloom expects a lot from his students, and I imagine he expects a lot from Iowa as well. While his words may have stung, that’s how tough love usually works.

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The Black Keys Bring the Sizzle to Cincinnati

The Black Keys shred Cincinnati.

Friends it’s hard to express what a fantastic show the Black Keys put on March 2 at U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati. They brought some serious swagger to a 17,000 seat arena and played it like an intimate club show – which is no easy task.

This was a big step up for Dan Auerbach and Patrick Carney, the garage revival duo from Akron, Ohio. On the scene since 2002, the band has steadily risen in popularity with each of its eight releases, becoming a constant presence on the festival circuit since 2006.

Momentum for the Black Keys really picked up when Danger Mouse came on board to produce their 2008 CD, Attack and Release, along with the initial hit, Tighten Up, off the band’s triple Grammy winning 2010 smash Brothers.

Even with all that buzz, the Black Keys continued to play mostly theaters and ballrooms into 2011. We’re talking 1,000 people and under. Sure Coachella, Bonnaroo and Lollapalooza gave them huge crowds, but those folks came to see a variety of bands, and the Black Keys weren’t necessarily the primary headliner.

It’s a whole different animal trying to fill up an indoor arena and play to a room that size, especially for two people.

I’d seen the Black Keys ignite crowds in a festival setting, and was dying to catch a solo show, especially after hearing their most excellent new release, El Camino.

When I saw they were touring arenas I was slightly skeptical. I knew the potential was there for this to be a GREAT show, especially with a roof over these boys to keep the sound in, but it sure would have been sweet to catch them in a small sweaty club.

What can you do but go to the show…

Thankfully that Friday the legislature cooperated and adjourned early, which got me out of work at 3:00. I got up to Lexington and rendezvoused with Whitney and Eric for our 80 mile drive north to Cincinnati.

The weather was not being kind. CNN reported the “Tor:Con Index” was an ugly 9 out of 10 for central and northern Kentucky, and “tornadic” conditions were expected.

I wasn’t even sure if that was a word. This called for a stop at the liquor store, as we would be driving into the worst of it.

Whitney took the wheel and away we went. It did get a little sketch for a while, but we lucked up and drove through the tail end of one system and got north before the next one swept past.

After some drinks at the Holy Grail and the In-Between Tavern it was go time, and we headed to U.S. Bank Arena.

Whitney rocks her palsy demeanor and Eric is starting to feel comfortable.

Eric had killer seats at about 4-o-clock from the stage, and a few rows up off the floor.

The British indie rock band the Arctic Monkeys opened the show. These guys are good and had the women swooning with their thick accents. By the middle of their set the crowd had doubled in size.

This was the first stop on the American leg of the tour for them and they seemed to be going through the motions, to see how each song was received. If their performance had been in a small club it would have been amazing, but the room was a tad big for these blokes yet.

[Listen to the Arctic Monkeys]

We also had a Patrick Carney sighting. Whitney noticed he came out of the tunnel in our section to lean against the wall and watch the Arctic Monkeys’ set.

By the time the lights went down for the Black Keys the place was packed. Seating behind the stage was curtained off, so I’m guessing the crowd was 12,000. There was good energy in the air, and Eric and I were down with that.

Auerbach greeted the Ohio-crowd, then launched into Howlin’ For You, followed by Next Girl, both off Brothers – making a strong opening statement.

They’ve added a bass player and keyboardist on this tour in order to play the songs from Brothers and El Camino.

It's like a blizzard in this joint for Everlasting Light.

The video and lighting created a very professionally done lo-fi atmosphere. There was a 15′ high projection screen wrapped around the back of the stage that showed video, plus offset modular lights in between the band members. Then a huge screen was layered behind all that, along with a rectangular screen out in front of the stage that hung from the rafters.

This created a sense of depth as the band could show similar or different images on varying screens, and bring the show down to a club level using only the small screen behind the stage or blow it out by putting them all in motion.

Not surprisingly the set list leaned heavily on tracks from Brothers (6) and El Camino (7). It would have been nice if they spared a couple of these for some deeper cuts off their earlier discs, but each CD was represented.

The 21 song, 85 minute set list from Cincinnati.

I eagerly anticipated the 12,000-person sing along for “Gold on the Ceiling,” and it didn’t disappoint. The energy level shot through the roof.

Then Auerbach and Carney did something truly brilliant. They asked the crowd if it would be ok for the bass and keyboard players to take a break so the two of them could jam together.

Yes, please do!

They ripped into Thickfreakness and the volume level jumped up. I honestly think they’re better alone. The new songs are great, but with the additional band members, Auerbach has to worry about hitting his marks and what the other guys are doing. Alone he’s free to rip it.

Check this sick version of Girl Is On My Mind. The control and pacing is epic in a room this size.

Smartly they utilized Little Black Submarines as the vessel to re-introduce the band. The slow lead-in with just Dan, > then Patrick, > then DAMNS! (was a definite moment).

These two songs and the inclusion of Ten Cent Pistol were the highlight for me. The power songs are great, but these three demonstrate how far the Black Keys have come and the potential for what they have to offer yet.

The Black Keys face a new reality these days. With success comes certain burdens. They must deliver a professional set every night, with video choreography tied to the set list, so no deviation night in and night out.

Also, this is a knowledgeable crowd. They know all the songs, and hang on every chord, so the pressure is on Auerbach to hit each note perfect or it gets scrutinized as meaning something different, at least fans see it that way often.

In the end this was a gratuitously fun night of live music. The Black Keys do what they do. It isn’t revolutionary. Cream did it long before, and the White Stripes have been at it longer, but what they do, they do really well and with authenticity. Auerbach and Carney play beautifully together and with such clean volume and power.

Yes they could have played OHIO, that would have brought the house down, but what can you do.

You'll know by the glow you've arrived at Terry's Turf Club, 4618 Eastern Avenue.

We got out of the show and needed food. With the heavy weather on the way up we didn’t have a chance to eat prior.

I knew of two options open this late, chili or burgers. I have yet to sample any of the classic chili houses Cincinnati has to offer. We all know Skyline and Gold Star, but the real action is at places like Price Hill Chili. Considering what we had consumed we thought maybe another time. Chili requires coordination and work to not end up wearing a bowl of 3-way.

Instead a burger sounded more up our ally, and at this hour the place to go is Terry’s Turf Club, serving until 2:30 a.m.

The dementia inside the Turf Club around midnight.

Thank goodness for GPS, because this place is out by itself on the east end of Cincinnati.

Terry’s is nothing if not unique. From the density of neon signage inside and out, to its cool local beer selection, and old-styled coolers, Terry’s has a vibrancy, and serves opulent burgers for under $8.

Try topping a burger with the burgundy wine reduction, wild mushroom and truffle sauce. I’m told the Turf Club’s signature filet mignon chili is unreal.

This place seats 50 people and stays full. We walked in and there was a brief wait. Surprisingly, a New Orleans-styled jazz band was playing in one corner. The dim red and yellow lighting suited our eyes, having just come from a concert. We decompressed, I ordered a filet mignon burger to go and away we went into the night.

A stunned Llama.

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North Mississippi Allstars play Louisville

The North Mississippi Allstars, (from left) Cody Dickinson, Luther Dickinson and Chris Chew.

Yes the NCAA basketball tournament is on, but UK, Louisville and Murray State don’t play till tomorrow. If you want to get away from the stress of your brackets, there’s some strong, lo-country blues going to be delivered by the North Mississippi Allstars tonight at Headliners in Louisville.

Started in 1996, the North Mississippi Allstars are a Southern blues band from Hernando, Miss., with roots running deeper in the blues side of the genre than rock.

There are comparisons to The Allman Brothers Band, but these boys have more B.B. King and John Lee Hooker in them than Skynyrd. It’s straight country blues with a mean howl attached to it.

The band is composed of brothers Luther Dickinson (guitar, vocals) and Cody Dickinson (drums, keyboards, electric washboard), and Chris Chew (electric bass guitar).

The Allstars’ first release, Shake Hands With Shorty, was nominated for a Grammy Award for “Best Contemporary Blues Album.”

Luther’s unique ability to animate and pace a song with his guitar is a dying art. He’s one of the finest freestyle blues guitarist alive today. His guitar is like a fourth member of the band, with a voice all its own.

[Listen to the North Mississippi Allstars]

This is a family affair for the Dickinson boys. Their father, Jim Dickinson, was a noted musician and record producer in Memphis, Tenn., who played with the likes of Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones and Ry Cooder. From his teachings of how to live and play music came the North Mississippi Allstars.

Luther Dickinson also plays lead guitar for the Southern rock band the Black Crowes.

What makes a show like the one tonight especially attractive is bringing a guitarist like Luther Dickinson down from a stage where he routinely plays before arena-size crowds and place him at a general admission concert jamming with a few hundred people. His guitar will soar in a venue of this size.

While Jim Dickinson passed away in August 2009, the band continues to live in his light by operating out of the Mississippi recording studio Luther and Cody’s father set up, known as Zebra Ranch.

Come get your spirit lifted tonight by the North Mississippi Allstars.

North Mississippi Allstars w/Powder Mill

Headliners Music Hall

1386 Lexington Road, Louisville, KY (502) 584-8088

$18

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NCAA Buzz in the Bluegrass

Not to overstate the obvious, but how excellent is it that Kentucky has four college basketball programs participating in the men’s NCAA Tournament.

I feel for Western Kentucky. They found a way to win that play-in game, and were rewarded with a trip to Louisville to play the state’s Big Dog and number one overall seed in the tournament, the Kentucky Wildcats.

Hey they get a fair shot at the king. What else can a team ask for. It’s immediate gratification if the Hilltoppers can pull off the upset. Beating Kentucky isn’t like upsetting Gonzaga. Putting down the Wildcats sends reverberations around the country – especially this year. But that is a tall order to ask of a Western team with a 16-18 record.

Murray State has been a story all year. They very nearly went undefeated, if not for a four point loss to Tennessee State. The Racers have since avenged that loss twice over. Yes the Ohio Valley Conference is a tad suspect, but they’ve beaten Western Kentucky, Southern Miss, and Memphis – all teams that made the field of 64.

Murray State can play some ball.

Louisville has a nice team. They’re offensively challenged at times but Rick Pitino has them playing to their strengths and they don’t make a lot of mistakes. The Cards are hot coming into the tournament and are poised to make some noise if they get the right draw.

Kentucky has been the steadiest team all year. It’s a matter of whether raw skill can overcome the Kitty Cat’s inexperience. These guys have a great attitude it appears and want to win – even at the expense of their own egos.

The skill and ability is certainly there for Kentucky to hang its eighth championship banner if the Cats can manage to stay out of harm’s way.

The jury remains undecided on who the ball goes to when Kentucky must to have a basket. There’s plenty of guys on this team with the stones to take the shot – it’s just unclear if they can actually hit it.

Regardless, today is a great day to be a fan of college basketball in the Bluegrass State.

 Thursday, March 15, 2012

(11) Colorado State v. (6) Murray State 12:15 PM ET

(13) Davidson v. (4) Louisville 1:40 PM ET

(16) Western Kentucky v. (1) University of Kentucky 6:50 PM ET

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Rod Blagojevich goes to jail

Prison for Blago is only a day away.

There are bad days, and then there is the one Rod Blagojevich will have on Thursday.

The disgraced former Illinois governor, who was convicted on federal corruption charges, must report for incarceration at the Federal Correctional Institution – Englewood, in Littleton, Colo., outside of Denver.

Blagojevich, 55, was arrested in December 2008 by the FBI in Chicago on political corruption charges. The Illinois House of Representatives voted to impeach Blagojevich, a Democrat, in January 2009, and he was removed from office later that month.

It took three years and two trials, but Blagojevich was convicted of political corruption including charges of conspiracy to commit mail and wire fraud and solicitation of bribery.

Most of this centered around Blagojevich’s blatant attempt to sell the U.S. Senate seat vacated by President Barack Obama for political favors and donations. The two-term governor and father of two was sentenced to 14-years in federal prison for his crimes.

Throughout his trials and into Wednesday, Blagojevich refuses to apologize or take responsibility for his actions – claiming his appeal will set him free.

This is a guy caught on recorded footage by the federal government cutting deals to use the sale of the Chicago Cubs as a means to sway favorable political coverage, and ordering aides to sell the Senate seat in Illinois to the highest bidder.

Wednesday he was seen around Chicago sporting one of his trademark tailored suits, with an impeccable tie and that ridiculous hair. Blagojevich, often referred to as “Blago,” is known for his flamboyant dress style, such as the hand-crafted Charvet ties he favors from Paris.

On the FBI tapes it was revealed how hair-obsessed he could be. Blago insisted his aides carry a hairbrush for him at all times, which he referred to as “the football.” This was a sad attempt at humor by insinuating his hairbrush was like the warhead launch codes that U.S. presidents must keep at hand, which is known as the nuclear football.

Word is from the spokeswoman at the Federal Bureau of Prisons that the guards don’t have a strict hair care policy.

That must be such a relief for Blago that his iconic locks may remain.

Prison consultants who specialize in preparing white-collar individuals for transition to life behind bars indicated on CNN that Blagojevich has a rude awakening coming his way Thursday.

Upon checking into the Federal Bureau of Prisons, Blago is going to be strip searched and find a correctional officer inserting his fingers into the former governor’s rectum as part of a standard body cavity search.

That’s a rough way to start any day.

It might have felt like the Illinois House and Senate did away with any remaining dignity that Blagojevich had with his impeachment, but fear not, the prison system is going to access a whole new level of dignity to remove from this man’s soul.

Prison is all about taking away an individual’s freedoms, rights and power. This tends to be especially hard on those who held positions of high importance.

The guards control an inmate’s day-to-day life, and what they say goes. They are going to be younger, less well-educated and Blagojevich must deal with that.

Fear not, he will still be able to earn a living while behind bars. Usually the guards like to break down an individual first, so Blagojevich could find himself cleaning the prison toilets literally with a toothbrush, at a robust .85 cents per week.

The worst thing you can do is pull attitude or blow up. As the theme on Baretta advised, “don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time.”

When Blagojevich surrenders Thursday, this will give Illinois the unique distinction of having its last two governors serving time behind bars simultaneously. Blagojevich will join George Ryan, a Republican, who is serving a 6 1/2-year sentence in a federal prison in Terre Haute, Ind.

I can’t imagine what is going through Blagojevich’s head tonight. All those stereotypes about prison life have to be keeping him up. Inmates are going to know he was a governor, and presided over one of the largest prison systems in American. He was responsible for upholding convictions and commuting others – all while perpetrating his own crimes.

That probably won’t be looked upon too fondly by Blago’s new colleagues in Colorado.

Under federal rules, he will serve 85 percent, or 12 years of his sentence. Maybe he can make friends with Jeffrey Skilling of Enron fame. He’s serving out his 24-year sentence for conspiracy and insider trading at the same facility.

In the end this is a tale of power breeding contempt, that turned into reckless abandon and a horrible abuse of office. Blagojevich is a grown man, who made some poor choices, and now he is headed to general population in a federal prison.

This couldn’t happen to a better guy.

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Crawfish Étouffée

This is 3/4 of a pound of Boudreaux's uncooked, peeled crawfish tail meat.

I had been hankering for a piece of Louisiana cooking for a couple weeks, and decided on crawfish étouffée as my crave buster.

In essence, étouffée means “smothered,” a culinary reference to any dish slow-cooked in a liquid that forms into a gravy as it simmers. Traditionally étouffées are cooked in a covered pot, to keep the moisture inside. This stems from the origins of the étouffée recipe, when lesser cuts of meat were used and they required the extended slow-cook with moisture to break down their toughness. This idea continues to work well in étouffées to ensure the meats are tender and succulent.

The benchmark étouffée is crawfish, but shrimp and chicken are also excellent.

This was my first shot at an étouffée. It is something I purposely waited to make until I got a few more gumbos and jambalayas cooked from scratch under my belt. I must say I’m still a bit intimidated by making a roux. I get the concept much better now, but have yet to make one I’m entirely happy about.

Roux is a homemade thickening agent for sauces or gravies. This basic concoction is equal parts vegetable oil to flour (in this case 3/4 cup each or thereabouts). Heat the oil over medium high heat preferably in a cast iron skillet, until basically smoking, then slowly whisk in the flour. Drop the temperature accordingly as it cooks.

NEVER stop stirring. The key here is to not let this burn.

The more flour introduced the thicker and hotter this mixture becomes. Sometimes it will pop and tiny flour/oil particles land on my skin – that stings. This is hot stuff, and why I refer to roux as “Creole Napalm.”

A medium to dark-brown roux.

You must constantly stir the roux or the flour on the bottom will burn. If it even remotely gets singed throw it all out and start over, as that burn flavor will permeate the entire dish if added to the other ingredients.

There are three levels of roux, light brown, peanut butter or dark. I was shooting for dark. This needs 15 to 18 minutes of cooking.

You are out on a line here – like in that Seinfeld episode where Kramer takes the car for a test drive and the gas light comes on, but he elects to keep driving anyway, going for the adventure of never knowing when or where the car will run out of gas.

This is a nebulous line. You basically want to keep cooking right till it almost burns to achieve that dark chocolate-brown color.

I got it to a little past peanut butter and that was as far as I was prepared to go on this occasion. I didn’t want to take the chance. It was already late-ish and I needed to feed the boys before they could go to bed. I didn’t have time to accidentally burn the roux.

The trinity is all chopped and ready to go, (from left to right) green bell pepper, onion, garlic, celery and smoked sausage.

Prior to making my roux, I like to get all my other ingredients prepped. Here is where the hard work comes in with Louisiana dishes – from chopping up all the vegetables.

I don’t own a food processor, but find slicing and dicing ingredients relaxing (so long as I’m not pressed for time). There’s no way to cheat on chopping vegetables and I have a space-challenged kitchen to say the least. No fun.

The Holy Trinity of all Louisiana dishes is chopped green pepper, onion and celery. These three ingredients are so ubiquitous that often in recipes it will just say “add trinity.”

Get that all hacked up and then decide if you are going to deviate from the recipe in any way. Improvising is often where folks run into trouble.

Étouffée is a hot dish. I call this flavor, others call it spicy. So long as you get the ratio of flavor to spice balanced, improvise away. You just don’t want to end up with a mess of bland ingredients. It generally doesn’t work to try adding spices at the end.

Simmering away, everything has been added but the roux.

Usually what seems spicy at first will cook down anyway once the roux is added, and it all simmers. The spice is further diluted by serving the étouffée over rice.

I pretty much stayed to my recipe, but did add 3 large cloves of fresh garlic and 1/2 pound of smoked sausage.

I have an 8 and 9-year-old I’m cooking for that don’t have the palate to handle the straight spice in this recipe, so I assembled everything, minus the roux, then extracted two servings of vegetables, crawfish and sausage to set aside, draining away the broth, which contained most of the spice. Once I mixed this with rice they ate it up, no problem. I got a double thumbs up.

Two places where you can save time is already having Creole spice assembled (I make my own – and it is far better than anything I’ve found on the market). The other is making a big batch of chicken stock or shrimp stock for a recipe and freezing the left over so you have it on-hand already made.

I didn’t have the time last night to do a stock from scratch, and that was a flavor sacrifice. There is no comparison to the flavor homemade stock has versus what comes in a can or from bouillon. And it’s not that hard. It can be thrown together on a weekend afternoon, where a dinner can be made out of the meat from the chicken, and the bones and assorted other parts and ingredients get thrown in a pot to simmer.

Crawfish Étouffée in its finished form.

I actually thought I could have used a tad more pepper in this recipe. I substituted lemon pepper for black pepper, and dispensed with the lemon zest – because that would have required a special run to the store, and a little lemon goes a long way in my book.

Overall, I thought this was an easy recipe to assemble, and it turned out awesome. It took me an hour/hour and a half from start to finish.

I got a late start being that I didn’t get out of work from the legislature until 7:00 p.m., so I couldn’t let this simmer as long as I would have liked. It still had amazing flavor. I’m betting tonight it will be even better once the layers of ingredients have steeped and the fats in the crawfish and sausage are re-leased upon re-heating.

Below is the recipe – get your cook on and enjoy!

Crawfish Étouffée

1/4 cup unsalted butter; 1 cup chopped onion; 1 cup chopped celery; 1 cup chopped green bell pepper; 1 pound crawfish tail meat, peeled; 2 bay leaves; 1 tablespoon grated lemon zest; 1/4 cup sherry; 1/2 tablespoon ground black pepper; 1/2 tablespoon Creole seasoning; 3 tablespoons Louisiana hot sauce; 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper; 1/2 tablespoon   chile powder; 2 teaspoons salt; 3 cups chicken stock; 1 cup dark brown roux; 3 cups cooked white rice.

In a large stockpot melt the butter over medium-high heat. Sauté the onion, celery, and bell pepper until the onion is translucent, 7 to 10 minutes. Add the crawfish, bay leaves, and lemon zest and cook for 2 minutes. Add the sherry, black pepper, Creole seasoning, hot sauce, cayenne pepper, chile powder, and salt. Sauté for 1 minute. Add the stock and bring to a boil. Whisk in the roux until the desired consistency is reached. Cover pot and simmer for 20 to 30 minutes. Remove and discard the bay leaves. Serve in bowls over white rice.

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Greg Brown and Bo Ramsey play to the crowd in Louisville

Greg Brown (right) and Bo Ramsey (left), paint their musical landscape Friday night at the KCD Theater in Louisville.

Greg Brown played a relaxed concert to a nearly capacity house Friday night at the KCD Theater in Louisville. On voice but not exactly inspired, Brown and his long-time collaborator, guitarist Bo Ramsey, moved through a 90 minute set of songs about life in small town Iowa, love and loss, and lessons learned.

I’m never sure where Brown gets his style advice, but he came out in his usual semi-disheveled appearance, sporting a trucker hat, sunglasses, work shirt, cargo pants and boots.

Brown generally sets a welcoming tone. His shows are always very personal, almost to the point that I feel we’re invading his privacy. Sometimes I’m not sure if he’s happy to be there or not, but once he starts sharing stories with the crowd, the concert takes on more of an aura that we’re sitting around Greg’s living room, listening to an old friend sing songs.

That approachability is countered by Brown’s wry sense of humor and keen wit. He reminds me of some rogue spiritual advisor that lost his way. His insights come at the expense of his personal failings. Heed them at your own risk.

Ramsey opened the show with a quiet repertoire of introspective pieces that were small vignettes of framed experiences from this reclusive former rockabilly guitarist.

What has always worked so well for Brown and Ramsey together is their contrast in styles; Ramsey brings his electric guitar down a notch to add some telling spice behind the acoustic NPR/art house musing of Brown’s storytelling.

These days Bo and Greg are both sitting throughout their sets. This isn’t some raucous show, but Greg Brown’s voice is like no other. His deep baritone, soulful and plaintive, is soothing. He’s like a Midwestern Leonard Cohen.

Hearing Brown play is like a familiar auroma – it transports me. I’ve twice lived in Iowa City, and Brown is such a distillation of that landscape, hearing him, especially with Ramsey, puts me back in Iowa for a second without the long drive, which is a nice feeling.

The theater at Kentucky County Day was lovely, intimate, with great sight lines and excellent sound. Louisville can always use another quality venue for live music. Parking was easy and free, there was beer, wine and liquor available, which I wasn’t sure they would have, and the crowd was enthusiastic.

A medium Wick's pizza hit the spot.

To put an unexpected topper on the night I lucked my way into meeting Greg Brown and Bo Ramsey after the concert. By chance I struck up a converstation with the theater manager before the show and told her I had lived in Iowa City previously, so I was psyched to hear these guys play.

After the show I went up to the manager to get contact information for her photographer who shot the concert, and she asked me if I wanted to meet the performers, so Maia and I got to go back stage and have a chat with Greg and Bo. That was an added bonus.

This was a nice chill night, just what we were looking for on a Friday after a hectic work week. We went over to Wick’s Pizza in Middletown afterwards and took down a much-needed combo pizza, since we didn’t have time to eat prior to the show, then carefully drove the 50 miles back to Frankfort.

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Iowa in the Bluegrass

William Elliott Whitmore

Friday has finally arrived. What a long week. For those who aren’t tethered to a television tonight watching basketball – and let’s be real these conference tournaments are a bit lame – here are two fantastic alternatives for getting out to see some live music this evening in Louisville.

Both come courtesy of the Iowa heartland, and both are immediately identifiable by their unique baritone voices and sparse backup arrangements.

At Headliners, 1386 Lexington Road (502-584-8088):

William Elliott Whitmore

While only in his early 30s, Will Whitmore has the voice of an elderly African-American that sounds as if he has been drinking whiskey and smoking Lucky Strikes all his life. Will actually gave up the cigs a few years back, and his obsession with death.

[Listen to Diggin’ My Grave]

Covered in tats and hailing from a ramshackle farm along the banks of the Mississippi River in Iowa, Whitmore sings stark tales about rural life in the Midwest, and how he overcame the loss of his parents at a very young age, along with the regret and addictions that came with it. Redemption is a big theme in Whitmore’s work.

Interwoven amongst these life challenges are modern political commentary and a healthy dose of anger towards authority, particularly the “man’s” enforcement mechanism, “Johnny Law.”

Usually Will takes the stage with nothing but his voice, an acoustic guitar and a busted-ass banjo. His stomping foot sets the rhythm.

Whitmore is currently touring in support of his latest release, Field Songs, and is opening for Lucero this evening.

Make him feel welcome and buy him a shot of Maker’s Mark – he’ll be eternally grateful.

[Listen to Cold and Dead]

$17 – Doors at 8:00. Show begins at 9:00 p.m.

For a slightly more calm option on a Friday night I recommend:

Greg Brown at the KCD Theater, 4100 Springdale Road (502-423-0440).

From the Hacklebarney region of southeast Iowa, Brown is an astute study of the human condition. He might be the best architect of describing the life and texture of the Midwestern condition.

His songs paint a picture as immediate as any Norman Rockwell or Grant Wood rendering. A well-documented ladies man, Brown also offers keen insight into relationships, sexual chemistry and love’s inevitable demise.

[Listen to Marriage Chant]

Brown solidified his reputation in the 1980s, when he was a frequent guest on Garrison Keillor’s long running radio variety show, A Prairie Home Companion.

If there was a hootenanny, Greg Brown is the guy to bring along. He has songs falling out of his pockets. He can walk to the grocery or fry up some eggs and something so simple will become a poignant tune.

[Listen to Mercy Mercy Mercy]

He’s recorded over two dozen albums, including his latest, Freak Flag, been nominated for Grammy Awards and had his songs sung by the likes of Joan Baez, Willie Nelson, Mary Chapin Carpenter, Jack Johnson, Ani DiFranco, Carlos Santana, Shawn Colvin and his wife, Iris Dement.

His concerts are extremely personal and intimate. His daughter Pieta Brown is an accomplished musician in her own right, and while she will not be along for this evening, Brown’s longtime collaborator, and electric guitar shaman, Bo Ramsey, who is married to Pieta, is opening the show and most certainly will join Greg on stage.

Ramsey is one of the most efficient guitarist you will hear. He can eek out quiet notes and bend a string that tell more with less – which is a unique talent. Ramsey picked up a lot of big-world cred when he produced and played on Lucinda Williams lauded Essence disc.

[Listen to ‘Cept You and Me Babe]

$20/$29 – Show begins at 8:00 p.m.

Ramsey, along with Greg Brown and William Elliott Whitmore are guys that like to keep things simple. They enjoy their lives, family and friends, and particularly love the state of Iowa – so they’ve consciously chosen to eschew the brighter spotlights found in New York, New Orleans, Nashville or Los Angeles, any of which would bring them greater fame and riches. Instead keeping if lo-fi and opting to live their lives on their own terms where they please.

Do yourself a favor and get out to see either of these shows – your soul will thank you.

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