A native Iowa Citian who returned to raise my family here, I find myself *far* more opinionated when it comes to everything from the restaurants to the city council. Here is my $.02.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

Garbage Man Memoirs

I know this seems irrational and I do admit that I might not be right but I wanted to tell the story so deal with it or stop reading now.

Last Friday was Veterans Day. In honor of our service men and women, there was no garbage pick up in Iowa City. Understandable. I respect that. Due to the three day extension of our "garbage week" we had a bag that would not fit in our new can.

Factoid: We received a new garbage can just a few weeks ago. Instead of the two that we had before (toddler household alert, think diaper disposal) we are down to one. Fine. We recycle. Quite a lot. That is another blog all together.

Monday morning, we put out our garbage. Early bird special. One over flowing trash can with a side of extra garbage from a weekend spent at home during the bad weather.

I was lucky enough to see the garbage truck pull up to dump our can. I noticed that the driver sat at our house for about 2 minutes, 30 seconds. He was doing some sort of paper work. Then I saw a bright orange sticker. He then got out of the truck, walked to the extra bag, slapped on a sticker and returned to his cozy position. A warning. A warning? I wanted to open my window and offer him a $2 bill to take the bag since he took all that time to tell me that he wouldn't take it.

What is wrong with this picture?

Don't take the garbage. I will understand sir. But why take a street or two worth of time to prepare a sticker, then walk to the evidence *which just as easily could have been thrown in the truck* to make your point?

If I was a repeat offender, fine. If it wasn't a special circumstance weekend, fine. But I am not.

This sounds a little whiney and superfluous. Ah well. My blog my rules.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Southwest Midwestern French Taco Salad by Katy

Seriously good, this is simple and great for those nights when you might have family or friends drop by for dinner. It makes a lot of food and is overall quite healthy. Because you crush the taco chips for crunch, you aren't consuming taco shell after taco shell.

We don't eat a lot of beef so this recipe calls for ground turkey. Use whatever suits your fancy.

1 lb. ground turkey meat
taco seasoning
tomatoes (I like halved cherry tomatoes but diced romas work well)
bag of shredded lettuce
shredded sharp cheddar cheese
Doritos taco chips (crushed)
French dressing (the secret ingredient. Pour on top of salad once assembled.)
Additional toppings:
Fat free sour cream
Oretga hot sauce (Matt's favorite, I don't prefer this with the French dressing. Two different flavors.)

Brown meat, add seasoning as directed. Slice and dice tomatoes. Crush chips. Assemble all of the above on plate and top with desired goodies.


Sunday, November 13, 2005

Lou Henri

Lou Henri
630 Iowa Ave (Dodge Street parking offered)
Iowa City, IA 52240
(319) 351-3637
Hours 7 am to 3 pm

First word(s) that comes to mind: Stellar service. Thanks Katie.

Rating (Out of possible 5): Multiple Ratings...
5 - Food. Excellent. Delicious. OMG good on a cold Sunday morning.
5 - Service. Perfect. I would not change a thing.
5 - Selection. For such a tiny joint, the selection is grand the the food is even better. They do it all and they do it all well.
5- Culture. Go and see for yourself. Lou Henri's is full of people from every walk of life. If you ride your bike in, you save 10%. No kidding.

We were amazed at the small size of the seating area and delighted to see it buzzing with life on a chilly Sunday morning. We quickly found a cozy table as it was seat yourself. We made comfy and before we even pulled out our chairs our server had silverware and menus in front of us. I could have kissed her. This is a major change from our usual breakfast joint, Tony's.

The menu was endless with anything for any odd sort of mood one might be in. I was craving strawberry pancakes smothered with whip cream (pregnancy does wonderful things) but after scanning the menu, decided on Eggs Jackson. Like eggs Benedict with cheddar sauce in lieu of hollandaise. They had an omelet selection that made even Matt, Mr. "I always know what I want within 30 seconds" make a double take. Cooper stuck to the pancake. Always a good choice.

Coffee was in our cups in no time, our order was in and soon enough our table filled with smelly goodness. The toast is unusual but delicious. The potatoes that come standard with most breakfast dishes were good. Onions, potatoes and pepper pan fried with love. Comfort food at it's best.

I can't even tell you what Matt ordered. Usually I am more interested in his plate but not today. I gobbled up my Jackson wonder in no time and had no room to spare for the much anticipated peach juice that we wanted. (They were temporarily out anyhow, no trouble.)

The walls are covered in over priced mini quilt tapestries and the scenery is the artsy fartsy, student, punk, young family crowd. The prices seem high but the bill was comparable to Tony's. They have the market for the neighborhood.

If you want to eat lunch, you had better get there before 3 pm, they close early.

This is a great little secret. But now I am telling, so go enjoy.

Oh and don't be all fancy like me and say the name with a French accent. It's not French and you get some funny looks.

Bonne nuit Lou Henri.