Monthly Archives: November 2008

Today on Restaurantica

Susan says… is featuring a story about The Town’s Inn Pub and Eatery today on their blog.  Ron and I recently posted a review of this eatery upon return from our trip to the eastern panhandle.

To read the story, go to the Restaurantica blog.

Ham or Turkey?

Susan says…


Tomorrow’s the big day. Probably the most significant day of the year when it comes to food.  For this one day, the entire nation focuses on a single glorious meal. Families and friends come together around the table to enjoy a spread often steeped in tradition.

My childhood memories of Thanksgiving always includes these components:

  • A turkey. The turkey has never thrilled me. I hate to say it, but in my experience, the turkey is always on the dry side. For someone who likes to “choke things down dry”, I would end up using gravy, on the smallest piece my mom would accept, just to tolerate it.  My dad, on the other hand, is like the Dad in “A Chirstmas Story”, chomping at the bit to get a taste of the meat before Mom says it’s ready. He loves turkey for the leftovers.  Turkey sandwiches on white sandwich bread is his specialty. Ron likes to inject his turkey with secret spicy concoctions and then deep-fry it. This is by far the best turkey I have tasted, but I would much rather just eat spaghetti.


  • The sweet potato casserole with the marshmallows on top. Unfortunately, this item kept me from enjoying sweet potatoes for a long, long time.  In my opinion, the sweet potatoes in this well-intended dish are tasteless. The marshmallows are there to add more sweetness, I suppose, but I think they are grody. When I grew up and started cooking my own Thanksgiving dinners, I would serve baked sweet potatoes topped with a Paula Deen-sized hunk of butter, a healthy scoop of brown sugar and a generous sprinkling of cinnanmon. My baked sweet potatoes would have qualified as dessert.
  • The hunting. The men in my mom’s family are hunters. If we spent Thanksgiving in the “country” (Terra Alta, WV), the men were up before dawn, headed to “The Homeplace” on the mountain to bag a buck.  I do not remember seeing anyone eat deer, though…
  • Pumpkin pie. Who ever thought it was a good idea to make a dessert out of a vegetable, anyway? I just don’t get pumpkin pie and I don’t like it. Are people making it simply because they feel obligated?


  • The congealed cranberry sauce out of a can. Admit it. Your family served this, too. As a child, I did not realize that you could buy actual cranberries in the produce section. I never ate this dish even though it was on every Thanksgiving table I can recall. There was no effort made to disguise its origin, either. Even the indentations from the grooves in the can were visible as the gelatinous cylander gently wobbled on the serving dish as more appetizing bowls were passed from hand to hand right over top of it.
  • The rolls. The fabulous, wonderful, yummy, homemade rolls. Oh, how I love the rolls! I truly believe I could have eaten the entire pan of rolls all by myself if those pesky adults would have left me to them. My dad and I would bogart a basket of the soft, yeasty dollops of heaven and place it between us at the table so extras were easily within our reach, and out of the reach of everyone else!
  • My Grandmas. Without a doubt, the very best thing about Thanksgiving for me was spending time with my Grandmothers. Whether it was in the country with Grandma Sypolt or in Clendenin, WV with Grandma Maxine, the sun rose and set for me in those two women.  I miss them both.

What are your favorite dishes from Thanksgivings past? What are your odd family traditions?  Do you prefer ham or turkey?

Whatever you eat tomorrow, have a safe and happy Thanksgiving holiday!!

Why Didn’t We Know About This Place? – Sub Shop

Susan says…




Have you ever had one of those happy accidents where the thing you intended to do became impossible, much to your disappointment, only to do something else which was unplanned, much to your delight? Me too! Isn’t life grand when that happens?

For example, we intended to go to Cilantro’s but the line was pressing against the door and the dining room was already full.  Plan B: Blossom Deli. Fail. Line out the door with a full dining room. After two disappointments with no Plan C in our hip pocket, we meandered toward Capitol Street after leaving Blossom and I noticed a sign in a non-descript brick building across the street which read “fresh-cut fries” and another that said “hamburgers”.  We all agreed that it sounded like our kind of place and hoped there would be empty seats inside.

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Did We Get Robbed? – Yellow Brick Bank


Susan says…

Unfortunately, I have to take full responsibility for dragging everyone to the Yellow Brick Bank. I got it in my head years ago, after hearing some hype, that I really needed to dine here. I talked about it practically all the way across I-68. I made Terry wait until Race #6 to place his exacta box bet.

The expectations I had built were not met.

In fact, I learned the next week that a friend had nicknamed this place the Yellow Brick Bust. If only we had spoken in time to send me down a different path…

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Capitalize on Taste at Capitol Market


Susan says…

Originally a warehouse and transfer dock for the New York Central Railroad Company, today the property known as Capitol Market boasts a bustle of culinary activity. Whether you are in search of a prepared meal or the ingredients to create your own at home, you can make your tastebuds happy here.






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The Town’s Inn, Pub and Eatery ~ Harpers Ferry

The Town's Inn11.07.08

Ron Says ~

Ok, this was the last place I ate while here in Harper’s Ferry.

The event, as I shall call it, began about an hour after Susan finished up her business affairs, and we had been here since taking pictures of the Scenic Historic Section of Harper’s Ferry.

Susan realized that she had not been deleting photos from her memory card and that it was now full and wouldn’t save any more pictures.  We decided that it would be best to go eat as we both were also beginning to get a bit hungry.  Plus sitting down would better allow Susan to perform her Carpel Tunnel Olympics (aka deleting over 150 photos one by one).

I chose this place, much to my dismay, as it will remain on my permanent record card of miserable picks.   But look at the picture… historic nature of the building, it’s an Inn also (B&B), serves food.  I’m thinking I’ve had great food at nearly every Bed & Breakfast I stayed at.  (but this was lunch and those were breakfasts, I should have reminded myself).  Plus they had some beer.

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