This isn’t my normal blog about something I ate, but rather something someone stupid ate.  The first thing you must know before I go into this story is that people are stupid.  Even better than that, teenage boys are flat out some of the dumbest people you’ll ever meet, and this story will explain why.

My brother, Blaze, is very well rounded and while he does hang out with what might seem, and sometimes is, a scary crowd (for lack of a better term) he isn’t too scary himself.  What the average judging person does not realize when they look at my brother though, is that under the beard and long hair Blaze is a very gentle soul and has nothing to do with dangerous behavior.

One day at my old HS, which Blaze still attends as a Junior, a teenage boy came up to him and asks him where he can get pot.  Well, my brother being generally witty and quite the smart-alec comes back with the best answer I have ever heard.  He tells this kid that he has something Even Better.

Blaze told this kid that he can get high by eating raw portobello mushrooms.

Of course, at this point I am not sure how Blaze didn’t burst into laughter due to his own brilliance.  He explains to this kid that he has to eat at least 6 portobello mushrooms raw, and he will be on cloud nine.  Now, we know, or I would hope we would, that this is complete crap.  This stupid teenage boy completely buys Blaze’s fictional masterminding, goes out and buys a ton of portobello mushrooms and comes back to Blaze the next day and tells him all about it.  Unfortunately, they didn’t work, but Blaze insisted he must not have eaten enough and the stupid kid promised to try again.  Keep in mind that portobello mushrooms aren’t cheap either.

Moral of the story: Teenage boys are idiots.

My Proof:  A stupid kid bought $20 worth of portobello mushrooms to try to get high and ate them all raw.

Well, it’s been awhile.  I got a bit busy with starting college and whatnot.  Although, I really wanted to share with you my Iron Hill experience.

Last April, I had an extremely long day.  I took my AP Eng test and knew I did terribly, had a headake, ect.  My mom picked me up and we decided to go out for lunch to try to bring my day back from the dead.  We went to Media and stopped in Iron Hill, our favorite go-to.  We didnt even have to look at the menu to know that we wanted Pomme Frites and Salmon Spring Rolls, our personal favorites and the few items on the menu worth going out of your way to buy.  When we were approached by our waiter we were blatantly told that those items had been taken off the menu, then as our less than memorable lunch continued, our waiter disappeared, and when he finally was around, acted very rude.  On top of that, when we asked for a manager, noone came.  Overall, we left very annoyed and unsatisfied.

As a result of the terrible customer service and lack of decent food that day, we decided to Boycott the Iron Hill.

Several months later, dont you know, they put everything back on the menu.  Apparently, we were not the only people who complained about the items taken off the menu and I cant imagine they didnt loose other business that day.  So, we went back recently and were greeted much more pleasantly and with Pomme Frites and Salmon Spring Rolls.  It was refreshing and made me feel accomplished in the fact that I was right.  We all have righteous moments, it just so happens that all of mine revolve around food.

Well one of my favorite things about my daily trips to 30th St Station these past two weeks has been the stops at Au Bon Pain.  This delightful cafe/bakery in the station brightened my day with one specific pastry: Creme de Fleur.  This muffin shaped danish pastry composed of three sections each filled with fluffy cream cheeze danish filling.  The pastry achived perfection because normal danish can be uneven and it is hard to eat when you try to save the center and all that.  Having three perfect sections with their own chreamy cheezy filling was simply satisfying.  On top of that the pastry it self was delicious!  It was fluffed to perfection, not too light where it tasted like nothing and got hard and not too dense where you thought you were eating dough.

Overall la pate etait parfaite!

Well let me begin by saying that I had a Long and Exhausting week.  I was physically, mentally, and emotionally taxed.  But! Nonetheless, the week ended calmly and soothingly because a good friend of mine, Timar, also known as Tbear, took me to dinner at Noodi on State Street in Media PA.  We enjoyed a wonderful dinner filled with great conversation.

To start off we had Spring Rolls which were the best I have had yet.  They were perfectly cooked and absolutely scrumptious, but what made them special was something I have never seen before.  Usually a spring roll is filled with primarily eggplant or mushrooms to gain texture and fill it completely.  This turns some people off due to textural issues with these ingredients.  Well, Noodi filled their Spring Rolls with Rice Noodles!  I know!  First, they were cooked correctly, which always helps.  They added something new to the Spring Roll and made it a pleasant new experience.  Loved it!

For our entrees Tbear got Spicy Noodles and I got Bamee.  My bowl which was wonderfully substantial was filled with fresh bean sprouts, yummy thin noodles and some sort of beef.  It was overall a Chinese dish.  The vegetable broth was warm and comforting and the entire dish sung a soothing tone in my heart.  I really needed it.  Tbear’s spicy noodles I am sure were delicious.  He finished!  I couldn’t finish mine fully because it was so large.

Overall I can say that I will be back with friends and family!  Bravo Noodi, my tummy said it was yummy and my noggin is blogin.

The title is not even close to an exaggeration.  Let me forewarn you that this story is told brutally and with no sympathy.

It was a long day.  I had finished my APEng exam which was simply exhausting and the second I came in the door I realized how dreadfully hungry I was.  So I waited impatiently for mom to get herself together and we headed off to Iron Hill Brewery in Media, PA.  We sat in the bar area because it is self seating and we were ravenously hungry.  When our waiter came over we didn’t waste a moment and ordered my death bed food, Pommes Frites, right away.  We were both stopped dead in our tracks when the waiter expressed simply, “we don’t have those anymore.”  Not only did they not have My death bed food, but they had taken my mom’s favorite, Salmon Spring Rolls, off the menu as well

We thoroughly expressed our dissapointment and the waiter assured us that we were not the only people to have the same feelings.  We reluctantly ordered other food that I dont even remember, and as we sat and waited for our food for an extensive period of time I held back tears if only for the sake of my mom (who had to deal with my utter misery for the duration of the day).

A the meal continued we were basically deserted by our waiter who never came back to our table except to give us our check.  The bust boy, who was only supposed to be handing out drinks, took care of us for the remainder of our lunch.  Then, when we were served our food by a waitress she promised to send over a manager that Never came.

You can all imagine my disgust at this point being rudely ignored along with the fact that I would probably never eat my favorite food on this earth again.  I hope dearly that Iron Hill Media understands what they have done to one of their best customers (considering I make my mom take me there once a month at least and I bring all my friends there for that ONE menu item).  You can also read the story of my heart falling into a boiling pot of disappointment on my review on Yelp.com

http://www.yelp.com/biz/iron-hill-brewery-and-restaurant-media#hrid:gT1JigGY9x4EKRRraA6Xuw

Well Everyone! Here we are.  I warned you all that it would take a bit for me to get on my feet with this blogging.  I am finished HS and off to Senior Project and I have time to tell you all how full my tummy is!

So let me run through some of the things I have experienced in the past 2 months:

1.  Iron Hill, Media PA (before they ruined my life) - I remember…

French Dip au Jus - thinly sliced prime rib, Swiss cheese& fried onion rings on french bread - delightfully messy.  The warm Jus made the entire dish otherwise it would have just been a boring, not messy sandwich.  What is the fun in that?

Pommes Frites - house cut fries served with caramelized garlic-rosemary mayonnaise - My death bed food to put it simply.  I would eat these perfectly cut fresh french fries and that mouth watering aioli until I died.

2.  Olive Garden, Springfield PA - I remember…

Bread sticks - ok, but I’d rather eat a fresh baguette with butter

Braised Beef and Tortellini - Quite yummy actually.  I was pleasantly surprised.  The braised beef mixed with the Alfredo type sauce was a good combination.  My only complaint, which I expect for a place where I am not expecting a culinary experience, is that the beef wasn’t as tender as I’d like.  I would have been impressed if the tenderloin pieces melted in my mouth, but you shouldn’t expect that much from Olive Garden, and I didn’t.

I honestly don’t remember too much else… I will be much better during the summer when I have time to come home and blog right away as well as the fact that I eat alot more.

Please see the next Post for the epic culinary tale of my senior year!