One of the things that Grandma used to love most about traveling around the US was that every place had their own distinctive foods, available nowhere else. Going out for a meal was always different and you could almost tell where you were by the food on your plate. Recently, though, local flavors have become thin on the ground in favor of Chili's and Red Robin and Applebee's and a dozen other chain restaurants, mostly owned by the same one of two companies. Sometimes the menus are so similar you can't even tell what restaurant you are in and Grandma has frankly become a bit tired of laying out the better share of a $100 bill for mediocre food in a cookie cutter restaurant with, at best, mediocre service. Recently, though, Grandma has seen a faint glimmer of hope . . .
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Photo Credit, Chip Natvig, Black Krim Tavern |
A few days back Grandma and her daughter went to pick up her hubby from work and were informed that he had just learned that a friend from high school had a restaurant in the area, so we were going around the corner for drinks and snacks at the
Black Krim Tavern in Randolph, Vermont. ( For those of you who don't know, a Black Krim is a variety of heirloom tomato that hails from the Crimea, bordering the Black Sea. Most of them are quite some bit larger than the one in this picture. They're a deep chocolate on the outside with brown to deep red flesh and usually quite some bit bigger than this one. If you're growing heirloom tomatoes, this is a great addition that makes stupendous sauce! )