For My Brother Randolf

So yesterday my youngest brother Rene got a hold of me by phone and text and I knew something was terribly wrong before even speaking to him. Rene and I had not spoken in quite a while because we are both stubborn and I just get so upset and I guess irrational at times.

His first words were "it's about Randolf" and I knew right away that he was no longer was with us. I always expected this call though I didn't expect it so soon. So until yesterday I had not spoken to Rene and Chantal (my sister) for quite a while. The reasons why are so infantile especially on my part and if anything I have learned in the last 24 hours is to let it go.

Weirdest thing is that Randolf and I have always kept in touch. It was hard given some of his life choices but in recent times we had been exchanging messages via Facebook and Messenger as he gave me some attitude about some of my food choices, distilled spirit options and music adventures. Since our Mom had passed I have not been up to Montreal as often as I should and our physical contact had not happened as often as it used to when I visited annually. There was never ever judgement stuff when we got together. We'd just talk about where we were in our lives at that given point. Randolf and I always shared that history. For better or for worse. I would try to make it a point to bring him out for supper on a Montreal visit. One of my happiest recent Montreal memories was going out for steaks with him and paying this totally outrageous bill.

In the last day I have been thinking about our lives as siblings and some good and some terrible things we went through. As we got older he became my doppelganger until my recent weight gains. We looked similar. We had the same voices. We had the same diction and pretty decent vocabularies. We would be able to fool others into thinking we were the other sibling. That was not always a good thing!

So I was born in '62, Chantal in '63 and Randolf in '67. Randolf never knew our Dad. I barely have any memories of him except when I see pics. I am not even sure I remember him except to know that I was his carbon copy at one point. Our Mom and Dad had been separated for maybe a year when he took his life in Sept. 1969. So long ago but the impact of that haunted us until this day. The three siblings had to stay in some foster families for an 18 month period while Mom tried to get us reunited. Survivor benefits and insurance proceeds under the circumstances of our Dad's death were pretty non-existent. As our situation was temporary, we kids were a package deal in our foster family placements. Most were good. One was horrific for me and I suspect for Randolf. I remember that as I got older and discussed some of this stuff with my Mom when I had the courage to do so; she told me that she felt an enormous misplaced guilt for what had happened to us. She felt responsible for Randolf not speaking coherently until he was 4 years old. I can only speak for myself and I guess Randolf and say that we have had some serious trust issues over the years. I am actually smiling as I type this as this point came up when I last saw him as I was dropping him off at the Cote Vertu metro station in June 2014.

Okay this is a little darker than I wanted to go but it feels good to type it out.

Not too long after the foster family thing happened we were all reunited in Lasalle and lived as a single parent family unit in an apartment on Jean Brillant.. That's where my Mom met our stepfather Gene who together with my Mom brought some much needed normalcy and stability in our lives. We moved to Chomedey and our youngest brother Rene showed up in '73. Things went well for almost a ten year period. Our Mom was together,our stepfather was a good man and us kids were doing okay. High school was hard for Randolf. I graduated in '79, my sister in '81 and Randolf had to compete against us in the same classes with the same teachers. Things were different then. Teachers would put in comments in report cards that Randolf needs to be more like his older siblings. We set the bar pretty high at Western Laval. He had no chance. Plus Randolf was a lefty! Is there such a thing as a normal lefty? I think not!!!

Fast forward to the summer of 1986. My Mom decided that she was moving to Pictou County, Nova Scotia to get a fresh start with Blaine who she had taken up with after the dissolution of her marriage with Gene (my stepfather). She was going there with my youngest sibling Rene. My sister was already out of the house and I had rented an apartment off Levesque Blvd in Chomedey. There was no way Randolf was going to Nova Scotia. I was moving out because our home life was untenable. My Mom asked me to take him with me. So here I was at 24 yrs old already on my way to a life to a life of ruin because of drugs and alcohol moving into an apartment with my extremely angry and stoner younger brother. We managed to live there in reasonable harmony for about a year. Police were called only twice. Once was because we were acting out a wrestling match at midnight on a Monday night. WWF was on Mondays at midnight. Well the neighbors were not wrestling fans it seems. LOL. That was our first roommate experience.

Our second roommate experience occurred in mid 1988. I had hit rock bottom at 26 years old. I had lost job after job. I went from living in apartments to rooming houses to bumming off friends to staying at Motel St-Jacques and Motel Raphael to finally sleeping under grandstands in parks. My life belongings were in a hockey duffel bag and I was doing day labor to drink and use. I had my "see the light" moment and managed to get a hold of Randolf and asked him to crash at his place while I tried to get clean and sober. His only rule was that I could not drink/use. I was ready. He had this dive apartment upstairs from the Blue Angel on Drummond St. in downtown Montreal. He was working days and I was working graveyards. It worked out great. I got clean and sober. I discovered that one could live off pasta, margarine and oregano. The apartment literally had no furniture. It had a mini fridge and a mini stove and strange sexual encounters would occur late at night in the doorway stoop.

While the previous paragraph seems kind of sad. That day in the beginning of August 1988 has led me to where I am today in April 2017. The largesse of Randolf's generosity back then has led to me having this pretty awesome life that I have today.

Our third roommate experience occurred shortly afterwards in July 1989 where he and I moved into this huge flat with two of his work buddies (Mark and Shane) on Park Avenue in the Plateau. By this point Randolf's life as well as mine had taken a turn for the better. I was hired on the company I am still working for 27 years later, I went back to school and finally got my university education at nearly 30 yrs old. I met my ex wife and mother of our son. Randolf's life was going pretty well. He had gotten some decent jobs. He was riding bikes. He met someone. He got married. We were kind of living parallel lives in a way. He moved around the corner on St-Joseph while I stayed on Park and then I moved onto St-Urbain.

Stuff happened in my life in the mid 90s directly related to not having learned life skills when I was younger. I had some solid friendships, solid recovery years behind me and I had Jeune Homme keeping me grounded so when I moved here to SC in '99 I was copacetic. Sadly that is when things took a turn for the worse in Randolf's life. His work life, his home life and his reality life became so messed up.

I knew things were bad but I was 1070 miles away and trying to cope with my life here in Greenville with an 8 yr old kid and no support system. I had an opportunity to get Randolf down here to watch Harrison for me as I had to travel up to Canada for work. I got him to come down for a month with his bike. He like our Mom hated air travel so he took a Greyhound bus down here with his $2000 bike in 2001 dollars crated up. LOL. Thirty hours later he showed up at my place at the Paddock Club on Woodruff Rd.

Randolf and I bonded incredibly during that month sitting on the back porch, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and listening to R.E.M. on cassettes. His fave band was out of Athens, GA which seems ironic given that it is less than two hours away from my house. Had I known when he was last here we would have definitely gone to visit. If memory serves me correctly he would only listen to albums 1 through 6 only. He hated when they went MTV with "Out Of Time". His favorite songs were South Central Rain, Orange Crush, Call On Me, The One I Love and Radio Free Europe. I used to tell him all the time. You need to come down here permanently. I will find a way to sponsor you or worse comes to worse you can stay here and live with H and I and work under the table. Sadly he never took me up on that offer.

Fast forward to today and I am still trying to process all of this. Late last week someone at worked asked me how do I manage to do all that I do with the driving, the concerts, the baseball games, the beach trips, the late night cooking, the overindulging of barley and malt products??? I sincerely answered I am so afraid of missing out on things. I was like Mom was 60, her brother was 54, my Dad was 33 (different circumstances) and his eight siblings barely made it to 60. Little did I know that Randolf was already gone at that point. I last communicated with Randolf on March 21st and per the police he may have been gone a couple days afterwards.

I leave this with the words from one of his favorite songs....
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
A simple prop to occupy my time
This one goes out to the one I love

Concert Review Meanderings - Breaking Benjamin

So this past Tuesday night (the 24th) a couple friends and I moseyed up Asheville to attend Breaking Benjamin's sold out show at The Orange Peel. This was my 4th time seeing Benjamin Burnley and the cast of characters perform live. This show featured a good selection of songs off of their five albums with a heavy emphasis on 2015's "Dark Before Dawn" but also included the hits and other fan favorites.

One of the reasons I love listening and attending Breaking Benjamin shows is that I know that I will get a solid, professional and dare I say grateful attitude from Benjamin and the band. I sincerely believe him when he states the reason that they are out there performing live is for their love of their fan base. He mentions it several times at each show and you know that he is not mailing it in at any of their shows. He has a great rapport with the people at the shows be they at the front of the stage or way in the back.

Cool thing is that they keep their ticket prices reasonable as well. Face value for the ticket was $36 for two hours of solid ass rock music which also included a decent length set by the openers out of Detroit, MI called Wilson. Every time I thought of the name to myself I expected Tim Allen to magically appear. I am not familiar with Wilson's music and I guess the best way to describe it would be hard rock bordering on thrash metal. They did a pretty good AC/DC cover of "Back In Black" as well.

Breaking Benjamin's Set List Song/Album :
So Cold (We Are Not Alone)
Angels Fall (Dark Before Dawn)
Sooner or Later (We Are Not Alone)- featuring Keith Wallen on lead vocals
Blow Me Away (Shallow Bay)
Simple Design (We Are Not Alone)
The Imperial March / Bulls on Parade / Smells Like Teen Spirit / Walk / Sad But True
Polyamorous (Saturate)
Ashes of Eden (Dark Before Dawn)
Believe (We Are Not Alone) - featuring Aaron Bruch on lead vocals
Never Again (Dark Before Dawn)
Breath (Phobia)
Failure (Dark Before Dawn)
Until the End (Phobia)
I Will Not Bow (Dear Agony)
Encore:
The Diary of Jane (Phobia)

Although I loved every song and I pretty much sang aloud on all of them some of my favorites this night were "Sooner or Later", "Breath", "I Will Not Bow" and the gorgeous "Ashes of Eden". "Ashes" had Benjamin leaving the stage and joining fans in the first rows touching hands and doing fist bumps. Very cool!

As always Breaking Benjamin performs an awesome medley of songs from bands that had a big impact on them over time. They always start it off with "The Imperial March" from Star Wars as Ben Burnley says is the anthem for geeks and nerds like him. LOL. Good line! That segues into Rage Against The Machine (Bulls..), Nirvana (Smells..), Pantera (Walk) and Metallica (Sad..).I always enjoy this bit and over time they have added songs to the medley.

My only complaint is some of my fave songs are left off the set. Songs like "Give Me A Sign", "Medicate" and "Rain". However I have heard these in previous shows so it's all good. It was mentioned at the show that they are working on new material so I am hoping this gets released in 2017 if not my current Breaking Benjamin CDs will continue to be in heavy rotation in the house and in car CD player.

Peace and rock on!

Food Review Meanderings - Mamacitas

So anybody that sees my Orange Peel concert posts on Facebook will often see a mention or two of my love for Mamacitas Mexican Grill which is located right nearby on Biltmore Avenue. In fact only Wicked Weed Brewing stands in between the OP and Mamacitas. Wicked Weed is also an awesome place especially for some pretty spectacular brewed on-site craft beers and funky food choices. I will have to blog about Wicked Weed one of these days. Likely after one of those nights that I partake in several pints of awesome beers by their fire pit.

The really cool thing about Asheville is that they have some great places to get good food at really affordable prices. One of those places is definitely is Mamacitas Mexican Grill. Check out this part of the menu:

1. Choose OneBurrito, Taco Pair, Burrito Bowl or Salad
2. Fillings, Delicious Fillings

Grilled Chicken - citrus OR chiptotle marinated …$7.49
Avocado & Black Bean - avocado - black beans - mexican rice …$6.99
Pulled Pork - slow cooked pork - adobo sauce …$7.49
Baja Fish - cabbage- baja sauce …$7.49
Citrus Tofu - organic tofu citrus marinated …$7.49
Chorizo Verde - house-made deliciouness …7.49
Grilled Steak - salsa marinated-cooked to order …$9.99
Grilled Shrimp - guajillo marinated-Oaxacan style …$9.99
Veggie Mama - sweet potato-kale-black beans …$7.49
Ground Beef - seasoned beef-chipotle sauce …$7.49

I always go for the Chorizo Verde Burrito which is absolutely massive (see pic below). In the last few months I have this strange fixation on sausages related to a country's cuisine be it Polish, Portuguese, Italian, German or Mexican. May as well throw in Cajun Country's andouille sausage as well. Yeah yeah I know I have issues. Tell me something that I don't know.

So I get this huge effing burrito filled with chopped or diced chorizo verde which is basically ground pork shoulder mixed with fresh poblano chile, fresh serrano chiles,cilantro and ground spinach powder. Yes it has a little bite to it. Added to this in the burrito are black beans, Mexican style rice, finely shredded Mexican cheese, fresh diced jalapenos, pico de gallo and more cilantro. Usually I will get a side of fried plantains on the side which are otherworldly awesome. Deep fried plantains are my raison etre for using a deep fryer at home. Absolutely epic. I didn't get those the other night. I took the homemade chips on the side and added some tomatillo salsa verde and a spicy chipotle salsa.

Knowing that I was going to partake in some craft beers at the Dweezil Zappa show and that I had a 70 mile drive home later that night I only took a couple of glasses of ice water to help alleviate the spiciness of my food choices. LOL. I will say though that their beverage prices are extremely reasonable just like the rest of their menu is as well. End result to wallet that night for that awesome tasting burrito was $8.01 or $27 Canadian. LOL. Geezus some of the drek that you can get at fast food places costs more and that is for fake processed shite. Super value at Mamacitas Mexican Grill!

I'll end this blog saying that I have tried on many occasions at home to perfect burrito plates especially with leftovers that remain from my cooking for one adventures (haha) but my efforts are always for naught as my burritos fall apart and pretty much become a messy salad of sorts. I think my burritos are too wet. Okay that looks weird. Too wet. Hmm. Pretty sure I will edit that line at some future date. I just can't think of a better term right now. LOL.

In honor of this blog, it's time for a good tequila shot!!!

Concert Review Meanderings - Dweezil Zappa

So this past Wednesday night I headed up to The Orange Peel to catch Dweezil Zappa's "Cease and Desist" show aka "Dweezil Zappa Playing Whatever The F@%k He Wants" show. Turns out there is some family acrimony on who rightfully owns the name Zappa so Dweezil Zappa has to be very careful on how he markets the shows. His younger siblings Diva (37) and Ahmet (42) and those are their ages not their IQs though those could be state that they own the family surname Zappa and that Dweezil Zappa needs to "Cease and Desist" using the "Zappa Plays Zappa" moniker and that he can not sell any merchandise at his shows with the likeliness of their Dad. They even tried to copyright Frank's moustache for fuck's sake. Geezus how petty!

Anyways Dweezil Zappa has been performing the "Zappa Plays Zappa" tour since 2006 and has done over 1000 shows with a smorgasbord of musicians over time and on this latest tour he has several players that have been with him for years. One thing about Frank Zappa's music is that it is quite complex with constant time and beat changes. The rhythm section are Ryan Brown on drums and Kurt Morgan on bass. Ryan works like crazy and is great drummer with nary a break during the whole show. Frank didn't write ballads. LOL. Multi-instrumentalist Scheila Gonzales has been there since the beginning and keyboard player Chris Norton has been there for quite a while as well. The newest members are David Luther on vocals and horns and Cian Coey on vocals as well. Every band member had time to shine during the 145 minute show (2H25M). The musicality of the band is incredible and their versions of Frank's music was fantastic. Dweezil has some serious guitar chops. Any doubts on how good he is would be rendered null and void if y'all check out the instrumental "Apostrophe" from the January 17th show at Jannus in St. Petersburg on YouTube. The Florida one not the Trump one. LOL.

In fact "Apostrophe" was one of the highlights of the show for me. This is an instrumental featuring guitar, bass and drums and was written by Frank Zappa, Jack Bruce (legendary bassist of supergroup Cream) and the very troubled drummer Jim Gordon. The song comes from Frank Zappa's 18th album of the same name released in 1974. Frank's first album "Freak Out" was released in 1966. 18 albums in 8 years. Holy Eff Batman says Robin. "Apostrophe" was his highest charting album at #10 and also featured "Cosmic Debris" which was another highlight of the show and it also had the classic comedic song "Don't Eat The Yellow Snow". Sadly that song didn't make the setlist. One could have a show of only Frank's comedy songs and you would still come away impressed on how good the music is in these tunes. The album itself has the following genres: comedy rock, progressive rock, hard rock and jazz fusion. Not exactly the usual same old same old huh.

The setlist (just below) for the show featured over 25 songs and had out and out rockers, the comedy songs, the satirical songs, the statement songs, the guitar songs, the horn songs and pretty much everything else in including kazoos, beach toys and fake boobs. You had to be there for that last one (Fembot In A Wet...). LOL. Another favorite of mine was "Black Napkins" with the dual horns and the solos. Beautiful song!

Help, I'm a Rock / Transylvania Boogie
It Can't Happen Here
You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here
Harry, You're a Beast / The Orange County Lumber Truck
Lemme Take You to the Beach
How Could I Be Such a Fool?
Who Are the Brain Police?
What Will This Evening Bring Me This Morning?
Shove It Right In
Flower Punk
Inca Roads
Black Napkins
Apostrophe
Teen-Age Wind
Montana
Zomby Woof
Doreen
You Are What You Is
Yo' Mama
Fembot in a Wet T-Shirt
On the Bus
Keep It Greasey
Packard Goose
Watermelon in Easter Hay

Encore:
Ride My Face to Asheville
The Meek Shall Inherit Nothing
Cosmik Debris
Muffin Man

All in all it was great show. Fantastic value. Seeing this performance gives me a more appreciative view of the complexity of Zappa's music and how much he was before his time.

Abbey Road - The Orange Peel (01/14/17)

So last night was my first music event of the year after last weekend's snow event and it started off with a great show. I drove up to Asheville again. LOL. It's like my second home. Hmm perhaps third home if I throw in Sanibel as my number two. The band that was performing at the OP are called Abbey Road LIVE and as the name implies they played the Beatles 1969 classic album from the opening song on side one "Come Together" through to side two's epic "Medley". The band's members are from the Athens, GA area and have been touring since 2002. Unlike many Beatles tribute bands they do not dress the part with the wigs and "uniforms". These guys let do the music and their skills do the talking. Don't get me wrong; some of the bands doing the Mop Top tribute do a great job as well. I am thinking of The Return who I have seen a couple of times in recent years.


First thing I noticed last night coming into the venue was that it was an all ages show which is pretty darn cool when you see teenagers of the 2010s attending a show to appreciate music that is 50+ years old. Their parents did a great job exposing them to great music. Don't get me started with most of the noise that is on the radio bands nowadays! I will save that for another blog or ten. LOL.

So onto the show we go! I was all of 7 yrs old when Abbey Road the album was released so I can easily say that I did not hear this music in my little BBG world at that time. That was the year that my father died. Wow that's a sad remember when. My Mom was not a Beatles fan. She was more a Jerry Vale and Renée Martel and Ginette Reno fan. Okay that is more of a pleasant remember when. I actually like those artists. Jerry Vale was oh so smooth.

I probably really started hearing the songs in the mid 70s when I started listening to 97.7 CHOM-FM in my birth hometown of Montreal. Great thing back then on CHOM is that they would literally play any cut off the album and they would play it in its entirety. Here I'm referring to Lennon's classic paean to Yoko Ono "I Want You (She's So Heavy)". All 7m44s of it. Abbey Road LIVE did an awesome job on this bluesy stoner rock classic. A+ to Abbey's lead guitarist who I call the Tom Petersson look-alike. LOL.

The band members are great musicians. The Beatles were way more mature and experimental in their later days in their lyrical content and musicianship in comparison to the early Beatles stuff which was fun and all and risque for the times but kind of bubble gum to me. Just my opinion. I am not an expert. I like pop ditties from time to time but give me "Come Together", "I Want You" and "The Medley" any day. So they started off with the rock songs"Come" which segued into "Something" and I knew I was in for a special music night. Then came the pop songs "Maxwell's Silver Hammer", "Oh Darlin" and "Octopus Garden". The latter being one of my least favorite Beatles song. A close runner up to that tune would be "Yellow Submarine". Side One ends with "I Want You".

Side Two begins with another great George Harrison song "Here Comes The Sun". Such a beautiful song! Turns out this song was written in Eric Clapton's garden. George and Eric had an interesting and odd relationship. Think Patti! Abbey Road LIVE did an awesome version of it. That was followed by the pretty "Because" that was one of the few songs that Lennon, McCartney and Harrison all sang in unison. Sure they harmonized tons but most songs featured one of them on lead and not all three as one.

Then the highlight moment for me from the Abbey Road album was played which is the 15 minute medley that closes out the album. Beatles geeks like me love that song and can sing or mumble through all eight pieces of the Medley. As it was being played by Abbey Road LIVE I was looking around to see who else was way into it. There were quite a few us. Men mostly. Mostly in their 50s and bald, balding and baldest. LOL. Us geeks were there swaying, riffing, drumming and singing mumbling from "You Never Take My Money" all the way to the majestic "The End". The great Ringo drum solo was featured and was very cool.

That was the first set. 47 minutes of amazing music! A short break followed for costume change, rest break for the band and BBG sitting his butt down outside in the smoking section. I really do not miss smoking. No lecture forthcoming. LOL. Just an observation. They have seats outside in the smoking section and it was not too crowded hence my being out there. I am way too old and big to park myself on a floor.

Then the second set began and that featured a lot of the early and later Beatles songs that many people came to hear. You know like "I Want To Hold Your Hand", "Can't Buy Me Love", "Don't Let Me Down", "Birthday", "Hard Day's Night", "Oh Bla Di, Oh Bla Da", "Hello Goodbye", Twist & Shout","Day In The Life", etc etc. That set lasted about an hour and boy oh boy people young and old were singing along during this set. They did an impromptu tribute to David Bowie and sang a great off the cuff version of "Changes". Cool thing that the band did was take some requests. Problem there is that the Beatles had so many songs and unless Abbey Road LIVE was going to play for four hours there was no way to get them all in. Abbey Road LIVE has more than 100 Beatles songs in their repertoire.

It was a great show! Highland Gaelic Ale is great beer! Dweezil Zappa is next on the docket.

Found Me Some Portuguese Food

So anyways it seems to me that it took like forever for me to have a non-ordinary event happen in 2017. In a perfect world I would have been down in Athens, GA last Friday night to attend a Yacht Rock Revue concert at the Georgia Theater and then on Saturday night I would have been in my favorite funky city of Asheville, NC attending the Donna The Buffalo show at the Orange Peel.

Instead here I am hunting and pecking at the keyboard under the watchful gaze of BooBoo Dammit on Thursday, January 12th. Good gawd the last time I was out was New Years Eve!!! Like really. WTF!!! No wonder I was happy happy at about or aboot 515pm yesterday as I made my way out of the Mother House's doors to my left sided dented and scratched but amazing mileage with heated effing seats 2013 VW Passat TDI.

Seriously I almost was gliding to my car last night as I was so pumped to get out and about to was to be my 3rd event of the year that had become the 1st event of the year. Okay maybe gliding is not the correct word. At my size I be not gliding anywhere; I be plodding. LOL. Anyways you get the gist and hopefully not the visual. Smiles.

So anyways I love going to Asheville. The drive is kind of short when you look at things from my perspective. Pretty much an hour or so to get there. Traffic is not an issue if I am making my way there from work. More on that in a sec or maybe a few secs depending on how much more babbling I do before I get to the point. The drive is way better though in daylight or when you are not driving in SC NC dark. It's especially nice on SC 25 NC 25 and then I26 in NC as you motor through the start of the Blue Ridge Mountains when coming from around Travelers Rest area.

Okay back on point to when I leave work I get to miss most traffic as I am taking Suber Rd. to SC290 to get my BBG butt to SC 25. The other name for SC290 in "dem dese" parts is Locust Hill Road. Okay seriously WTF with the W standing for Who and T standing for The and F standing for Fudge named the fucking road Locust Hill. Seriously would you not think that a house on Peachtree Rd or Honey Bee Way would have more cachet than Locust Effing Hill. Every time I see the word locust it makes me harken back to some epic Charlton Heston biblical saga directed by Cecil de Mille or is that DeMille. Hmm. In the big scheme of things well it matters none. LOL. Okay rant over. Suffice to say I am not impressed with Locust Hill as a place name.

So my first stop was this new Portuguese cafe in Asheville that opened their doors about 6 weeks ago. I had seen an article on this new place in the cool Mountain Xpress newspaper that services the Asheville area that has tons of articles on foodie things, craft beers, local nightlife and arts with an editorial slant that is more community focused than the typical Gannett reprints with their syndicated columnists that we are now getting in many local daily papers.

Anyways the name of the place is "Fill My Cup Cafe" and it is owned and managed by the Freitas. Mr and Mrs were out on a date night it seems as the very nice day shift manager explained to me when she sat down near me to talk about the food menu.

It has been forever since I have had authentic Portuguese food. Okay forever goes back to July of 1999 when I moved from Montreal to Greenville, SC. For my last 6 years in Montreal I lived in an area of the Plateau Mont-Royal that was loosely known as Little Portugal replete with Portuguese food stores, restaurants, cafes and bars and front yard shrines to the Virgin Mary. I got to experience an awful lot of Portuguese culture by neighborly osmosis during that time. You want to experience sports fanaticism at its best. Sit outside on your front stoop on St. Urbain Street anytime Brazil wins a football (soccer for us American and Canadian types) game of any magnitude. It is "Carnivale" time for 5-6 hours when that happens. I'd be out there with Jeune Homme watching all of the excitement parading up and down the street with my landlords the Delgados. They always gave me care packages of authentic food and homemade wine and port. I never had the heart to tell them in my early days of single parenthood that I was not a wine drinker. LOL. The food was amazing. I especially loved their method of cooking chicken and their native sausage.

Okay I do tend to ramble off and on subject. LOL. So I was there by myself on Wednesday night so I could not take full advantage of the dining experience and partake in a bunch of small plates tastings running the gamut from cacoila (pork marinated for three days and then slow cooked and broiled) or a fava bean dish cooked with sweet onions and chourico sausage or maple-glazed chicken kebabs. My go-to option was then a Portuguese soup and sandwich combo plate. So my dining choice was Caldo Verde and Chourico on Papo Secos (pictured above). This would be known as Portuguese Kale Soup (Caldo Verde) with a Garlicky Paprika Pork Sausage (Chourico) on an authentic artisan roll (Papo Secos). All I can say is that it was epic, awesome, cool and excellent. I should have asked if I they sold care packages. I will attempt the soup this weekend which is no biggie as I already make soups very similar with kale and potato but unless I can find a place that sells chourico I will have to substitute andouille sausage which I have in the house. Facebook posts to follow....

Peace out....Rock On!