#Basque Cuisine

[beautiful-basque-country]

As someone who'd love to visit EH one day I just realized I don't know anything about Basque cuisine! I heard about pintxos, but don't truly know what they are. So what are some of your favourite Basque dishes?

Kaixo anon!

Many!!

Squids in black ink, THE dish. I love this one although for some foreigners it can be challenging due to its color. It's delicious though!

Marmitako, a very typical dish created by Basque sailors: potatoes and tuna fish stew.

Hake koxkera style, hake in green sauce, with clams, boiled eggs, and asparagus. Divine!!!

Elvers. This dish is for wealthy people only, or just to have a tiny portion. Elvers can easily cost up to 1,000€/kg. They're typically eaten for Christmas just fried with a bit of garlic and cayenne pepper. Most of us settle for the cheaper surimi substitute which is also good, but not as good. Tip to tell elvers and surimi apart: elves have eyes ^_~.

T-bone steak in a sagardotegi (cider house), this is as Basque as you can get. Always rare, medium rare is a tragedy.

Don't leave the sagardotegi just yet, here comes the cod omelette. I could eat it everyday!

Or cod with piperrada (onion and fried pepers of different colors)

Or cod in pil-pil sauce

For dessert, euskal pastela (Basque pie)

Or THE CLASSIC. Cheese, quince sweet and walnuts:

#euskal herria #basque country #pays basque #pais vasco #euskadi #food #basque cuisine #dishes #tradition #culture #anons #personal

[askwhatsforlunch]

Euskal Sukaldea

As you may know, I am currently holidaying in Saint-Jean-de-Luz, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, being pampered at a spa hotel, and discovering the Basque Country. Or, re-discovering, rather. We had a family trip in the region years (possibly decades!) ago; but we were in Biarritz. This week, where we’ll also visit the rugby rivals of Bayonne, I also intend to expand my knowledge and repertoire of Basque Cuisine. My Euskal Sukaldea may be tiny now, but when I return, it will be with plenty of memories and recipes, from pinchos to that cake stuffed with black cherry jam!

Basque Cashews

Basque Gambas with Creamy Tomato Sauce

Skipjack Tuna with Courgettes and Tomatoes

Basque Vegetable Rice (Vegan)

Poulet Basquaise (Basque Chicken)

Piperade (Vegetable Omelette) (Vegetarian)

Rabbit Basquaise

#Recipes #Recipe #Food #Euskal Sukaldea #Basque Kitchen #Euskal Sukaldea Recipe List #Basque Chicken #Poulet Basquaise #Piperade #Basque Rabbit #Lapin Basquaise #Stews #Stew recipes #Chicken Stew #Rabbit Stew #Omelette #Omelette recipe #Recipe List #Recipe Box #Basque Cuisine #Regional Cuisine #French Cuisine #Travel #Holiday #Travel and Food #Travel Tuesday

[fieriframes]

[BETWEEN FRANCE AND SPAIN. NOW THEY'VE GOT THEIR OWN STYLE AND DEFINITELY THEIR OWN CUISINE, AND THAT BRINGS ME HERE TO THE BASQUE BLOCK AND THIS JOINT, BAR GERNIKA. LAMB KABOB CROQUETAS.]

#s06e03 a little bit of everywhere #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #lamb kabob croquetas #own style #own cuisine #basque block #between #france #spain #joint #bar #gernika

[morethansalad]

Creamy Vegan & Gluten-Free Blueberry Burnt Basque Cheesecake

#vegan #desserts #basque cheesecake #cheesecake #spanish cuisine #iberian cuisine #blueberries #gluten free #vegan cream cheese #coconut cream #arrowroot starch #vanilla #coconut sugar #sea salt

[philoursmars]

Je reviens à mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 55000 photos (nouveau compte approximatif. On se rapproche du présent !).

2016. Je passe quelques jours à Pau chez Christine “hors-saison” !

On part une journée à San Sebastian (Donostia). Jamones et tapas à “La Viña” ! baroque.

#souvenirs #pays basque #espagne #san sebastian #donostia #tapas #jamon #jamòn #christine #cuisine #gastronomie #moustache #dauphin

[bookloversofbath]

Culinaria Spain :: Edited by Marion Trutter

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#3-8331-1140-2 #alioli mousse #andalusian cuisine #aragonese cuisine #balearic islands #basques cooking #books edited by marion trutter #catalan cheese #catalan cuisine #cold meats #ethnic cookery #first edition books #fried green pimientos #gunter beer #iberian peninsula #langoustines #madrilenos cooking #mediterranean cuisine #para pi car #restaurant food #salt cod fritters #spanish cookery #spanish cooking #spanish cuisine #spanish culinary customs #spanish food #spanish food habits #spanish journeys #spanish travel #tortilla

[michel-tanguy]

Morue chaud cacao par @cedricbechade . . #morue #cabillaud #cacao #chocolat #food #foodporn #foodphotography #instagood #instafood #cuisine #gastronomie #chef #cedricbechade #restaurant #hotel #laubergebasque #saintpeesurnivelle #basque #paysbasque #guidemichelin (à L'Auberge Basque) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cimj_1YILAJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#morue #cabillaud #cacao #chocolat #food #foodporn #foodphotography #instagood #instafood #cuisine #gastronomie #chef #cedricbechade #restaurant #hotel #laubergebasque #saintpeesurnivelle #basque #paysbasque #guidemichelin

[mariacallous]

It was the literary scandal of the decade, the ultimate betrayal and, it turned out, the end of Truman Capote’s career. Published in Esquire in November 1975, “La Côte Basque 1965”, an excerpt from Capote’s then-forthcoming novel Answered Prayers, saw the celebrated writer share the innermost secrets (and most scandalous gossip) entrusted to him by his beloved Swans, the wealthy and glamorous group of high-society women that included Babe Paley, Slim Keith, Gloria Guinness, Lee Radziwill, Marella Agnelli and CZ Guest.

Visceral in its revelations of substance abuse, sexual assault, a murder cover-up, a graphic description of extra-marital period sex and, to top it off, bestiality, the article was a sensation for all the wrong reasons. It saw Capote deserted by his closest friends and shunned from the New York clique he had yearned to be a part of growing up – and, against the odds, had managed to infiltrate as an adult thanks to the success of his novels In Cold Blood and Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Capote’s questionable actions (and the irresistible drama they precipitated) form the backbone of Ryan Murphy’s long-awaited Feud, inspired by Laurence Leamer’s bestselling 2021 book, Capote’s Women. An all-star cast will bring the man and his muses back to life when the Gus Van Sant-directed series premieres this month on FX in the US, but what was the real-life fallout from the publication of “La Côte Basque 1965” like for Capote and co?

“He never recovered from it,” says Ebs Burnough, director of the 2021 documentary The Capote Tapes, a five-year discovery project that saw him uncover hours of audio footage of Capote, and which gives the most thorough insight into the flawed figure to date. “[These were] friendships born and nurtured over 20-something years. All of a sudden, not one but all of his friends – who had been like his family, because he didn’t really have any family – were not speaking to him; there was literally nowhere for him to go. He was alone drinking, and the phone stopped ringing. He was a man alone on an island.”

Described by the New York Times as “the high-society temple of French cuisine”, La Côte Basque – just off Fifth Avenue and a stone’s throw from The Plaza – was a fine-dining eatery as famous for its juicy gossip as it was for its succulent Coeur de Filet Périgourdine. No one, however, dared to write about what was said and done there – until Capote. While his ostracising may seem like an obvious consequence for spilling society’s sordid secrets, Capote was flawed by the outrage.

Before publication, he boasted to People that he was planning on assassinating his characters with a pen instead of a gun: “There’s the handle, the trigger, the barrel, and, finally, the bullet. And when that bullet is fired from the gun, it’s going to come out with a speed and power like you’ve never seen – wham!”

Success was, in his head, assured, as Capote had been open about writing “La Côte Basque 1965”, bragging about the stories he would tell, continues Burnough. “He was working on that piece for over 20 years, so in his mind he didn’t anticipate the fall out because all of them knew he was working on it.” Upon the outrage, Capote was, “totally abandoned but also indignant”, he continues. “He even said, ‘Hey! What did they expect from me? I’m a writer!’”

Capote had form. “Remember, this was something he had done with Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” explains Burnough. “When you think about it, Holly Golightly is essentially a call girl, yet with Audrey Hepburn [playing her], and because it was so beautifully written, lots of New York socialites were saying, ‘Holly was based on me!’ There’s [even] a quote in The Capote Tapes where Babe’s daughter [Kate] says, ‘Mummy was so excited to be immortalised by such a famous author.’ So, I think he was certainly expecting great praise.”

Babe Paley was Capote’s most aggrieved victim of “La Côte Basque 1965”. In it, Slim Keith’s alias, Lady Ina Coolbirth, reveals to the fictionalised version of Capote, PB Jones, the story that Paley is said to have told Capote about catching her husband, CBS head Bill, in bed with another woman. When Capote rang the Paley household to see what they thought of “La Côte Basque”, Bill is said to have lied, claiming that it was thrown out before either of them could read it; a distraught Babe, who had read it, and who considered Capote her closest confidante, had terminal lung cancer at the time of its publication and never spoke to Capote again before her death in 1978.

Such dismissal of his work would have affected Capote, says Burnough, but the fallout from the Swans leaving him would have been even worse. “Babe Paley was his North Star. She was everything he aspired to be and everything his mother aspired to be. [His mother] had always wanted to be a socialite, so his obsession came from her wanting but not being a part of that world, and then abandoning him as a child. There’s a lot of mother psychology there.”

It makes total sense that Babe Paley was the victim of Capote’s worst betrayal, says Lisa Pomerantz, the New York-based brand expert with a lifelong obsession with Capote and his era of social commentators. “She was the one that opened up the most to him. He took total advantage of her because the others – Lee Radziwill, CZ Guest [et al] – were always more guarded,” she says. “The question is, did he do it knowingly? He was a tortured soul, mostly because of his relationship with his mother – that combined with his natural obsession with this aspirational life and Babe and Bill being the epitome of it.”

Having been sent from New Orleans to Alabama to be raised by relatives after his parents’ divorce, Capote is said to have been a lonely, introverted child searching for a sense of belonging. So why, having infiltrated the glitzy New York scene as a bonafide player, did he blow it all up?

In tandem with craving acceptance, psychologist Carolyn Mair muses that, deep down, Capote resented the world he had managed to become a part of. “People warmed to him and wanted to protect him as he projected an identity of both child and woman, yet his wit could be razor sharp. His ability to remember conversations verbatim made him a good source of gossip,” she says. “Yet as his psychological problems worsened, it seems reasonable to assume that his judgement also worsened.” Shocking others, she adds, “can also be a way of getting attention”.

The backlash from other circles would also have been keenly felt by Capote, continues Mair. “The Swans were the high society who lived aspirational lives and were the envy of women across the States and elsewhere,” she says. “Ordinary people would have read about these women and their lifestyles in the press and fashion magazines and would relate to them as if they were also their friends. The publication of ‘La Côte Basque 1965’ would likely have triggered a shocked sense of betrayal amongst the readers of popular and fashion press at the time.”

Perhaps the most interesting upshot of the “La Côte Basque 1965” scandal, though? The ways in which it laid the groundwork for tabloid culture, says Burnough. “This was an era [in America] when no one even talked about the fact that Franklin Roosevelt was in a wheelchair, let alone the affairs people were having, let alone as graphically as Truman did. As the late, great John Richardson said, ‘[Capote] took the lid off a pile of shit’ and it started the exposé culture we have today. It was a real ‘gotcha!’ moment for the rich and famous.”

[goonersaurus]

Please, I'm still waiting for more explanation about the "emewy and awteta mutual cannibalism brainrot" 👀 👀 👀

lollllll OKAY so there were once two little basque men called unai and miki and they were very very hungry… for football, of course! nothing could satisfy them like a game of football: the intellectual pleasure of a tactical plan played out, the intense physicality of the game! as they became older their hunger only grew and grew. their craving for football became more unbearable like an itch that won’t go away and becomes scratched bloody raw. 

they knew of each other by the way and they had respect for each other, but the day when they both happened to be put into a room together their mad desire led them to admit they had a shared curiosity of this hypothesis: if the work of flesh and mind was put into football and suffused them with its decadent taste then surely the work of football can be put into  somebody’s flesh and mind and give them that same irresistible flavour? and unai and miki being both gentlemen agreed this would be interesting to explore and so proceeded to tear each others’ clothes off and rip each other apart with their finest silverware.

did you know basque cuisine is one of the best in the world? miki tends to brag about it and even claims that the food is what makes basques so good at coaching. the thing is that they have access to high quality, unique local ingredients. it can be brutal and painful to procure and prepare the ingredients (and that’s putting it lightly) but to finally eat it is so rewarding, and almost like, a spiritual experience, bordering an erotic experience. red, red, red meat, as red as a man’s hard work, as red as a certain football club, as red as the meat that the catholics forbid to be eaten on fridays lest carnal passions are aroused. 

it’s very indulgent, as indulgent as lust or hatred. is it either lust or hatred that got one of them to turn the other into the jam to fill an etxeko bixtotxa? possibly, though the love of football is certainly a motivation :))

(it’s more like the thrill is in the symbolism than the literal act right?? the perfect metaphor for forbidden desire and toxic relationships and losing humanity etc etc it’s just so (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡)

#lol soz to keep you waiting but i’m very happy to elaborate on that #thanks for the ask #beloved basques

[protect-daniel-james]

honestly, i'd talk about fanfic with you all day and would totally ask you all of these, but how about: ❤️, 🥴 (however you define weird), 🌶️, 🏆, 🫣

haha thank you!

The fanfiction that holds a special place in your heart

Definitely the fics that were at the beginning of now "big" ships - I was the second person to post a Rakidrić fic on AO3, and the first person to post a Gavi/Pedri fic in there. I like being ahead of the curve, to be kind of "proven right" about certain chemistries being interesting and appealing. And I like the idea that someone thought of Gavi/Pedri fic, searched AO3, and mine was The One fic that was there in their time of need - before others eventually got the balls to write one as well (and now there's almost 350 fics with Gavi/Pedri, which is amazing, since it's a lovely ship). So these two will always be kind of special in this sense. I wrote a bunch of unpopular/rare ships, and I don't strive to write what's popular or what most people would read - I hope that someone might read my fic and think - this makes sense, why didn't I know/think about this pairing; rather than being one of the billions who write about Messi/Ron or Messi/Neymar etc.

I also wrote the first Harry Kane/Pochettino fic, and I'm sad and disappointed there's not more about them! (they deserved it)

Your weirdest fanfiction

In terms of pairing, definitely the Unai/Football one, but I am proud of it and once again - I think it is subtle and it makes sense. Like, it's written in a way that could convince someone to ship them, haha (I hope). I think the weirdest in the sense of story itself it's probably Italian Cuisine. I cringe at the stuff I wrote about Ronaldo/Dybala, because a lot of it was pure PWP with a bit of angst. It was really explicit compared with what I've been writing lately; and it's basically meaningless porn that's not really my style anymore. It feels weird to me now that I was like - oh sure, lets write about Ron fucking Dybala with a cucumber. There's no other meaning, or reason, or any sort of explanation.... It's literally just that. And I think I don't like writing stuff like that anymore.

I wrote a lot of "weird" things in terms of incest, omorashi, piss kink, priest!AU, priest kink, Basque separatism!AU, or even more in the past - Trudeau/Macron PWP lol ... But I think all of these were justified/served the story/served the exploration of the dynamic - but there is just no excuse for the cucumber story, period.

Your spiciest fanfiction

Uuufff, that's difficult to say since I find most of my PWPs from 2018-2019 cringy (and that's when I wrote most of the spicy stuff). Probably Rakidrić's Never knew anyone in love or Three is a charm (Two is not the same) about Kane/Poch/Southgate threesome. And of course, the priest kink with Dalić/Modrić (and it was my first risqué fic, or a fic that I felt like some people might have a problem with), I do like a priest kink hehehehe. Once again I would write it a bit differently and probably more...subtly today? I think I wrote a couple of nice spicy PWP things back in the day, but now I feel like I use smut scarcely, non-explicitly, or as a tool to depict someone's deep desperation and inability to connect/communicate in other way (Lampardverse, Frank/Mason, Scamacca/Paquetá...)

The fanfiction you are the most proud of

Right now, probably The Stands of Villa Park. Ngl, some parts made me emotional, because it made me think of the reasons why ppl love football so much, and how important it is, how it is part of life (I wrote my Master's thesis about something slightly covering this subject, so naturally I am passionate about it) - and it gave me an opportunity to explore all of this in a deeper, visceral manner of someone who would not survive without football, who needs it more than food and drink, and who needs all his senses filled with football, football, and only football.

I'm proud of the whole Lampardverse experience (but it's not my verse wink wink) and its stories because it just makes sense and explains a lot.

I think atmosphere wise, I really like Briefly and We'll Always Have London because of the heavy implications and what is left unsaid - the unrequited feeling in the former, and the relationship breaking up in the latter. I like having that in fics.

The fanfiction you were most hesitant to post

The Grizicest saga. I feel like it was sort of an appetizer before Lampardverse, and a lot of the themes first explored in Grizicest are now being rediscovered in Lampardverse. I actually got one anon hate for the Grizou, Grizou story on my previous blog loooool. Today, I would write it differently, definitely. But the main plot would probably stay mostly the same.

Also, today I wouldn't care at all about someone hating on that story. Look, (wo)man, I feel like writing a story about Unai fucking a football pitch. Or a trophy. Or Scamacca pissing on Paquetá, or Cousin Jamie breeding Franko. What are you going to do about it? As I said in the notes for my last fic, patrolling days are over.

#thank youuuuuu #myfics

[parisupdates]

Ring in the New Year Gala || December 31, 2023 - January 1, 2024

What better way to ring in the New Year than with drinking around the world? No, I don't mean to get on my private jet and just go - it wouldn't fit all of Paris. But, I have the funds to bring the rest of the world to Paris.

You're welcome,

Heather du Pont-Moreau

When/where does this event take place in game?

The gala will be held on December 31, 2023. This event takes place at the du Pont-Moreau Residence, which is located in West Paris.

How long do we have to write?

Threads can begin on Sunday, January 6th @ 12:00 AM EST and must be wrapped up by Sunday January 13th @ 11:59 PM EST.

What else do we need to know?

Aside from every other detail in this post, it should be noted our first interest check will still occur on Sunday. You are not required to participate and you will not need to pause your regular threads; but we ask that any threads related to the event are tagged clearly either using a personalized tag or as #paris.event:001. We ask that any starters specifically for this event are also tagged as #paris.event:001 in addition to being tagged as #paris.starter.

This event will include a decent set of drinking games from around the world hosted by friends of Heather's from abroad, live entertainment, and fine cuisine. Some examples can be found below; but please feel free to use your imagination or even suggest some that we could add to this post.

Games & Activities

Goon of Fortune (AUS); Loosely based upon Wheel of Fortune, this is yet another drinking game where players must sit in a circle, this time underneath a Hill Hoist-style clothesline. Attached to one end of the line is a bladder of goon, the local term for cheap, boxed wine. Spin the line, and whomever the bladder stops above has to drink. And no, you never need to buy a vowel or ask to solve the puzzle.

La vache qui tache (FR); No surprise, you’ll need a wine cork to play La vache qui tache (“The Cow Who Stains”), of which one end is blackened by a candle flame. Players take turns calling out fellow players by their pre-assigned numbers until someone screws up in remembering an opponent’s number. At that point, your face gets spotted with the blackened cork and game play continues.

Ping Pong Pan (JPN); Start in a circle with one person saying “ping” then, going clockwise, the person to their left must say “pong.” Then, the next person says “pang” while pointing to a random person, who must then say “ping,” and so on. Seems like they could really spice this game up with an actual ping pong ball and some Solo cups.

Sapo (PE); Unlike most drinking games, which simply involve a table, some alcohol, and some drinkers, Sapo actually involves an apparatus that seems a little costly. Purportedly created by an Incan king, players today toss tokens at a board adorned with a brass sapo (toad) and 25 holes. Tokens that land in the toad’s mouth are worth the most.

Kinito (ESP); Kinito is like Yahtzee for drunks. In this popular game in the Basque region, players sit in a circle (of course). One player shakes two dice inside a shaker, then privately looks at what she rolled, telling her opponents what that number is (which may be a lie). The next player guesses if she is being truthful or not, then rolls his own dice, trying to score higher. At least sangria is usually present and ample.

Pon/Toma (MX); In this game, a six-sided dreidel is employed, with each side bearing a drinking instruction (“toma dos”). Sit in a circle with a community libation in the middle, and then spin the top—whatever the dreidel lands on, you do (i.e. “toma todo”—drink the whole cup).

Bear Paw (RUS); In Bear Paw, a large mug of beer is passed around in a circle. After each player takes a sip, the displaced fluid is replaced by vodka, and the game continues. In theory, eventually the mug will be pure vodka, at which point vodka is displaced by beer, and so on. Winner is last person standing.

Fuzzy Duck (UK); In this game, players sit around in a circle, alternately calling out “fuzzy duck” or “ducky fuzz.” If a player, upon his turn, inadvertently calls out “does he?” then play immediately resumes in the opposite direction. If a player screws up on his turn, he drinks—simple as that.

Kastenlauf (GER); Kastenlauf literally translates to “box run,” and indeed, this drinking game involves running with a beer crate while methodically chugging its contents. Teams of two carry a crate full of beer (20 bottles) between themselves while each drinking a bottle. The first team to finish all their beer and cross the finish line wins.

Party games; Manhunt, charades, Uno, Marco-Polo (the more drunk - the more fun)

Photobooth

Bowling Alley

In-home Movie Theatre

Dance floor & DJ

Silent auction of AJ's things (out with the old)

Sip and Paint class with Tina Fey | Sip and Paint Splatter with Anne Hathaway

Tattoos by Koolsville

Cocktail mixing class with Mr Lyan

Houseplant by Seth Rogen pop-up ( get your goods, guys )

Forever Golden pop-up ( permanent jewelry )

12 AM firework show from outside garden (nice view of Eiffel Tower) -sparklers available

Event Features

Bars & Food

Cocktails are free and run all night, including an extensive Red & White wine list, licensed bartenders ( 11 bars at disposal ); specialty drinks for the night include The Ball Drop ( pornstar martini ), 2024 ( amaretto sour ) and Moreau ( Red wine spritzer with Merlot ) Each of the 11 bars are based off a specific country; comprising of a chef from each country who crafts the dish in which the country is known for, and a mixologist who makes the cocktail in which the country is known for.

Italy by Chef Massimo Bottura ; Negroni and pizza

Mexico by Chef Enrique Olvera ; Margarita and Tacos al pastor

China by by Chef Susanna Foo ; Baijiu and Kung Pao Chicken

Germany by Chef Alfons Schuhbeck ; Schwarzbier and Brot & Brötchen

America by Chef Bobby Flay ; Mai Tai and steak burgers

Japan by Chef Masaharu Morimoto ; Sake and sushi

Morocco by Chef Najat Kaanache ; Berber whiskey and B'ssara

Greece by Chef Georgios Evlampios Petretzikis ; Ouzo and Gyros

United Kingdom by Chef Gordon Ramsay ; Whiskey and fish and chips

Peru by Chef Gastón Acurio Jaramillo ; Pisco sour and alpaca burgers

Barbados by Chef Creig Greenidge ; Rum and cou-cou and fried flying fish with spicy gravy

Live Entertainment

Comedy show by Taylor Tomlinson, Pete Davidson and John Mulaney

Special performance by the artists (dancers) of the Moulin Rouge

Intimate performance by Lady Gaga

#paris.event #paris.event:001

[fieriframes]

[AND DEFINITELY THEIR OWN CUISINE, AND THAT BRINGS ME HERE TO THE BASQUE BLOCK]

#s06e03 a little bit of everywhere #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #own cuisine #basque block

[justgothamcitythings]

THE NOT-ULTIMATE OBVIOUSLY PARTIAL AND INCOMPLETE GUIDE TO EATIN' IN GOTHAM

So you're coming to Gotham City. Where does the discerning traveler get their nosh on? `Cause there's no WAY that we're eating at TGI Friday's.

Well, you're in luck, friendo. This native is going to spill on some of the most famous places in Gotham, as well as less-known local joints that everyone should try.

LUIGI'S Best. Fookin'. Pizza. In. Gotham. Yeah, they sell by the slice, but getchaself a pie. It's worth it. Classic sicilian, the crust is JUST a hair thicker than norm, but still bendy and thin - it's just not bendy enough to drop all the toppings on the floor when you pick it up. Best of all worlds, amazing homemade sauce. 10/10.

CHEZ VOUS Y'know the stereotypes about French restaurants being snooty and overpriced? Yeah, toss `em out the window. Chez Vous is the only French takeout joint I know. It helps that the Tarte A La Tomate is basically a puff-pastry pizza with mustard instead of red sauce. It's all very rustic French, even slipping in some Basque cuisine, and it's all damn good - but the best part is it won't break your wallet. Twelve bucks'll get you through almost any dish on the menu. Also, yes, like half the menu is fully vegan. 9/10, they lose a point for pretending they don't know what you're talking about when you ask for "the French pizza thing".

KATYA'S Formerly "Katya's Italian Kitchen", 3rd Street. Still called that according to the sign that they haven't changed yet. Just plain good Italian. Homemade pasta, and the mushroom tortellini is perfect. It's an open secret that it's a mafia front, but it stays in business because A) the Zucco family hasn't really done anything outside of white collar crime since Tony Zucco got fingered for murder a decade-plus ago, and B) it's pretty deece. 8/10, a little overpriced but solid, don't spring for the calzones.

BIG BELLY BURGER There's about twenty locations in Gotham, and if you want fast food, yeah it's damn good. They used to have the HQ here and they still treat their restaurants like they're the 'flagships' for the franchise. Expect a big honkin' slab of steamed meat with gooey white cheese in the middle, whatever veg you want (they nickle-and-dime you for anything past pickle and onion but they have a REALLY impressive selection anyway) and the trademark Big Belly Sauce (which I think is just thousand island without pickle but it's still good). The only weakness here is the fries, which are okay, but not great. 7/10, gives me heartburn every time.

BAT-BURGER This place gains points from my point of view by relentlessly mocking the asshats who keep trying to make Gotham a worse place to live. WHY YES I WOULD LIKE TO JOKERIZE THOSE FRIES! In all honesty it's a good mid-grade fast food place that gets extra points for proper seasoning on everything. Just don't go to the one in Old Gotham, the manager is constantly drunk and I doubt it's EVER been properly cleaned. 7/10 for most locations, 3/10 for OG.

THE ICEBERG LOUNGE Okay, y'know how it's an open secret that Katya's is a mafia front? The Iceberg Lounge isn't a secret, it relishes in it. This is Ozzie Cobblepot's one 100% legit venture, which is why it keeps surviving when he gets thrown in the slammer (I think it's technically owned by a separate property management company now, so they can't touch it anymore…). Big band music, glorious art deco themeing, and legit the best seafood in the city. 9/10, if you can afford the splurge it's worth it.

CUBBY'S DINING CAR This diner has been in business since 1937, and they've barely changed the menu since 1937. That means that yes, you can still get a hot Dr. Pepper here, and yes, it's still gross. No-frills breakfast standards and burgers. The "Cub Sauce" is just chili sauce, it's a nightmare for the digestion but it's almost worth it. Bonus points for having a loose meat "miscellaneous poultry" sammich they call "Skymeat". The owner claims that this is a local thing from West Virginia, I really don't buy it. 5/10, menu is a mixed bag but it's an experience, and they never close which is nice.

LOU'S CANDY SHOPPE While nominally 'just a candy shop', this place actually has a really good menu. Old fashioned malts and egg creams, Gotham style dogs that are as good as any street cart but prepared in a marginally cleaner environment, and even cheesesteaks (with whiz, always). The walls of Lou's are plastered with Gotham history, which Lou himself refers to as 'his trophies', basically anything that he lived through. 8/10, there's only three tables or this would probably rate higher.

IL-SHAN-TEN If you want decent Japanese food in Gotham Proper, this isn't a bad spot. It's halfway between an izakaya and a diner, and they make really good donburi. The place used to be a mahjong parlor (hence the name) and it's evidently gotten kinda trendy lately? Expect a crowd, but not a bad crowd. 6/10, a little overpriced, but serviceable.

THE GOTHAM BAR AND GRILL They say this place used to be good years ago. I don't believe it. As a bar, TGBaG is halfway passable, so long as you don't want a cocktail more complex than a boilermaker. As a grill, it's godawful. Burgers come in two varieties - underdone and burnt. Steaks are stingy, the fish and chips tastes indescribable (and not in a good way, but in a Cthulhu kinda way). Fries are passable. 2/10, avoid, the name does not make it a local institution, and the fact that it's been in business since `39 makes it an anomaly, not a mark of pride.

BLACK BASS BAR Now this is more like it. Closed from six AM to noon, seedy as all get out but lively and fun. The embodiment of a dive bar. Classic Brit style fish and chips, decent mini pizzas, cheap and greasy. 8/10, no, the bartender won't sleep with you but she's fun to hang with.

FOOD JUNCTON I think it's supposed to say "junction". Had to end this with my favorite anomaly. This place is right outside the stadium (GO KNIGHTS) and it's literally an old carnival food trailer that the put on a foundation and called good. It serves gyros and kebabs in various forms, all to go unless you want to sit on the curb (which a lot of people do). The only drink they serve is mystery-flavor Kool-Aid. Cheap as balls, homemade tzatziki or "happy sauce" (which is equally homemade ranch that they refuse to call ranch), always good. 12/10, a must-have.

Alright, that's it, if anyone has any requests for a short review I'll add `em in later with a reblog.

#Gotham City #Just Gotham City Things #Restaurants #Restaurant reviews #Food #Deliciousness

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gensokyo is bad but it could be worse. you could be living in europe

Actually, the Great Border has started to absorb parts of Italy, France, the Basque country, Vigrid, Spain, and Ohio, according to Ran. She was gesturing to a map and clicking her teeth, either way. -S.Komeiji

I bought “ ” At Nitorimart! The cashier says It’s franco-ohian Cuisine!

#satori #koishi #asks #may 2023

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Das Pintxos-Paradies

Einer der Meisterköche von San Sebastian

San Sebastian / Lekeitio / Deba

Die Basilika von Leitiko

Sightseeing San Sebastian / Lekeitio / Deba:

Der prachtvolle Stadtstrand von San Sebastian (Goldene Sichel)

Kathedrale ‚Buen Pastor‘, San Sebastian (neugotisch, prachtvolle Glasfenster)

Das Rathaus von San Sebastian

Museo ‚San Telmo‘ (im einstigen Benediktiner Kloster lernt man Kunst und Leben im Baskenland)

Palacio de Congresos (der kühne Bau von Rafael Moneo ist mehr als einen Besuch wert: Opern, Konzerte und das Filmfestival finden hier statt)

‚Basílica de Santa Maria‘ in Lekeitio (schöne Kirche mit ebensolchem Platz direkt am Meer)

Lekeitio

Tipps:

Ein Spaziergang auf der Promenade ‚Paseo de la Concha‘ in San Sebastian, entlang der weißen Stadtstrände und später dann… ein Bad in den Fluten des Atlantiks!

Monte Urgull (schöne Aussicht über die Bucht von San Sebastian)

Der Hafen von Lekeitio (das Fischerdörfchen am Atlantik ist unbedingt einen Abstecher wert)

An der Küste bei Deba wartet ein geologisches Highlight: Der Flysch! Klippen mit einer 50 Millionen Jahre alten Geschichte

Flysch von Deba

Essen und Trinken:

In der Altstadt von San Sebastian von einer ‚Pintxos‘-Kneipe in die andere gehen und das Leben genießen!

‚Restaurante ARZAK‘ (Juan Mari Arzak ist der König der ‚New Basque Cuisine‘ – eines der besten Gourmet-Tempeln der Welt)

‚Restaurante Prim Erretegia‘ (vom Boot auf den Tisch - am Hafen von Lekeitio isst man fangfrischen Fisch)

Insel San Nicolàs vor Leiketio / Ausflug in der Gegend von Deba / Die Klippen von Deba haben eine 50 Millionen Jahre alte Geschichte

Der Pintxo

„Das Baskenland ist ein kulinarisches Paradies, dessen Vielfalt mit der Tradition der Seefahrer und dem Leben in den Bergen des Hinterlandes korrespondiert. In den letzten Jahrzehnten verschmolz dies zur ‚Nouvelle Cuisine‘ des Baskenlandes. Die Liebe zu gutem Essen, um das sich ein Großteil des Soziallebens der Region dreht, ist hier mehr als nur Tradition, es ist Herzensbildung. Der Atlantik, die Felder, Wälder und Gärten decken den Tisch, fang-, pflück- und jagdfrisch. Fleisch, Fisch und Meeresfrüchte gibt es hier in Fülle, dazu frisches, selbstangebautes Gemüse. Der Vielfalt und der Phantasie sind keine Grenzen gesetzt. Aus der ganzen Welt reisen Gourmets an, um an den gedeckten Tischen der Basken Platz zu nehmen und wahre Vermögen neben den Tellern liegen zu lassen. Warum wohl? Die Köche gelten als die besten der Welt und die Speisen sind jeden Cent wert.

Pintxo

Zur wahren Meisterschaft wurde hier im schroffen Norden der Halbinsel ein Brötlein kreiert, das anderswo ‚Sandwich‘ heißt, hier aber: Pintxo (‚Pintscho‘). Anderswo kennt man sie als ‚Tapas‘, - Häppchen, die längst Kultstatus genießen. Ihre Vielfalt lässt sich nirgendwo sonst in Spanien toppen. Längst schon haben sich Pintxos von simplen Sattmachern zu Miniaturen kulinarischer Kunstwerke gesteigert. Auswahl und Lokaldichte der Pintxos-Bars sind am Golf von Biskaya rekordverdächtig. In San Sebastian habe ich bei ca. zweihundert Kneipen, in deren Thekenauslagen die Wunderwerke ausgestellt sind, zu zählen aufgehört. Man bestellt ein Glas Wein, bedient sich an der Theke von den reichhaltigen Platten und Schüsseln und verrechnet seine Konsumation erst bei Verlassen des Lokals. Angeblich überwachen aufmerksame Augen im Hintergrund den Appetit der Gäste, wahrscheinlicher ist, dass man sich einfach auf den Anstand der Feinschmecker verlässt. Naschkatzen sind nun mal ehrlich.

Pintxo

Und wenn im Trubel der Ereignisse das ein oder andere ‚schwarze‘ Brötchen über den Tresen geht, was soll’s – die Küche öffnet ihre Türen für Heerscharen von Kellnern, die mit übervollen Schüsseln für Nachschub sorgen. Draußen, vor dem Lokal stehen derweil Schlangen von Besuchern und warten auf Einlass... 

Pintxo

Wenn ich von ‚Brötchen‘ spreche, so trifft das freilich nur in den seltensten Fällen zu. Unter ‚Pintxos‘ versteht man deutlich mehr: Auf Tellerchen angerichtete Miniatur- Menüs, die, jedes für sich, wahre Kunstwerke darstellen, spiegeln sie doch die gesamte Bandbreite der baskischen Küche wieder. Traditionelle Pintxos bestehen aus den Grundzutaten Brot, Kartoffeln, Gemüse, Fisch, Fleisch, Wurst und Käse, kombiniert mit Peperoni, Oliven und Anchovis, Krebsfleisch, mit einem Klecks Kaviar oder mariniertes Fleisch mit Pilzen. Es gibt nichts was es nicht gibt. Letztlich entscheidet die Meisterschaft der Küche, die oft vom Künstler Vater an den Künstler Sohn weitergegeben wird.

Im 'Casa Schotti'

Das Baskenland ist ein Volk der Künstler und Köche. Nur wissen das die Wenigsten. Zum Glück!“

Sundown über dem Atlantik

#Michael Schottenberg #Schotti #Schotti to go #Schotti unterwegs #Schotti unterwegs im Baskenland #Baskenland #San Sebastian #Donostia #Pintxo #Pintxos #San Sebastian – Donostia #Euskadi #Leitiko #Atlantik #Deba

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La nostalgie n'est plus ce qu'elle était. Ou le redevient ?

  Comme complément au ''billet'' d'hier relatif à ma manière de revivre les ''rêveries d'un promeneur solitaire'', un nombre inhabituel de mails me suggère de revenir sur la juxtaposition de nostalgie et mélancolie, spleen et tristesse, amertume et colère, ou conserver et sauver, le mot ''nostalgie'' paraissant  anachronique ou ''pas à sa place''.  Désireux de respecter notre si belle langue français (à laquelle j'inflige, ''à l'insu de mon propre gré'', plus de blessures que je ne le voudrais), j'ai un peu ''potassé'' le sujet... et je suis heureux de partager avec vous mes découvertes.

Première surprise, le mot ''nostalgie'' est tiré du jargon médical. Jusqu'à la fin du XIX ème siècle, il désignait une maladie, qui pouvait être mortelle, particulièrement chez les militaires (ce qui m'a remis en mémoire le ''blues'' profond de GI's, retour du ViêtNam ou d'Irak). Fouillant plus avant, on découvre que la nostalgie (c’est un néologisme créé en 1688 à partir du grec nostos (νόστος = le retour) et algos (άλγος = la douleur), définie comme un ''mal du pays'', était une véritable pathologie qui méritait une nosologie (Laennec n'est pas loin !), des soins cliniques, et parfois de la chirurgie (on frémit à la pensée des dégâts qu'une ablation (et de quoi, grands dieux ?) pouvait entraîner ! Elle frappait en priorité les militaires allemands, les marins hauturiers, ou les gardes suisses de Louis XVI, et c'est donc les médecins militaires (?) qui ont fait avancer (re- ?) la recherche sur ce mal très mystérieux.

Ils accumulèrent donc les explications (re-re- ?) atmosphériques, l'altitude, les ''humeurs'' –évidemment !--  voire même une ''dégénérescence raciale propre aux montagnards'', ce qui devenait problématique lorsqu'il fallait poser ce diagnostic sur des marins cap-horniers. Tout y passa, jusqu'à ''l'agitation d'esprit d'animaux'' --voir Molière : il a tout dit ! Mais pas moyen de comprendre et donc d'expliquer comment une ''affection morale'' ou une ''passion de l'âme'' pouvait précipiter à la mer des marins bretons ou aggraver la phtisie ou le scorbut. Le problème devint pressant après la Révolution, avec la levée en masse puis la conscription généralisée, qui ont fait passer cette affection d'individuelle à collective. On trouve des récits de soldats bretons en manque de leur langue gallèse (le ''Gallo''), d'ariégeois de la Garde bloqués en Pologne ou de ''conscrits de 1813'' qui voulaient revoir leurs Vosges... au point que cet orphelinat du ''pays'' réduisait force troupiers ''à l'état de 'végétation'' et poussait certains au suicide malgré les efforts de leurs officiers.

Ensuite, sans explication reconnue comme telle, cette ''maladie'' a régressé lentement au cours du XIXème siècle, même si elle a encore fait des ravages pendant la guerre de Crimée et désemparé les troupes coloniales, les ''colons'' alsaciens ayant fui la germanisation pour partir en  Algérie, et même les proscrits de Nouvelle Calédonie. On en trouve encore des traces pendant la guerre de 14-18, notamment chez des basques –pourtant si admirables au Chemin de Dames. Il semblerait qu'elle ait disparu –bien que le monde étant ce qu'il est, càd : fou, il ne faille jurer de rien ! Avec l'évolution du ''faire la guerre'', la Poste aux Armées, la multiplication des permissions ''de rentrer au pays'' et les progrès en matière de communications, la distance entre le passé et le présent a été réduite à presque rien (en revanche, je n'ai pas trouvé de traces sérieuses qu’auraient pu avoir smartphones et ordinateurs, autres que des enfoncements de portes ouvertes).

Dans la logique de certains de nos ''billets'' récents, il semblerait également que la standardisation massive des conditions de vie, l'aplatissement presque complet des différences régionales, l'alignement des paysages sur quelques modèles très standardisés (telle la généralisation des ''résidences secondaires''), la diminution sensible des accents régionaux, des particularismes, des vêtements traditionnels ou des cuisines typiques très ''marquées'', et la disparition des différences entre les paysages d'antan aient au moins eu une influence favorable –sur ce critère : la nostalgie n'est plus une maladie, ce serait un état d'âme finalement proche du romantisme. Comme quoi tout ne serait pas désespérément ''complètement noir'' dans le modernisme ! En tout cas, pas obligatoirement, et pas sur ce sujet précis !

Car le mot ''nostalgie'' est resté dans la langue courante, mais en changeant –pour partie-- de sens, comme c'est souvent le cas. La ''nostalgie'' aujourd'hui tend à désigner un sentiment diffus et assez mal défini qui serait une forme de regret des temps passés ou de lieux disparus ou lointains (en temps et en distance), mais auxquels on associe, souvent a posteriori, des sensations agréables. Le suffixe grec  ''-algie'' (= la douleur)  n'est plus là que par habitude, mais plus pour désigner un critère pénible de la chose, qui est plutôt devenue un sentiment agréable lié à un souvenir passé. Il s'agit principalement du regret mélancolique d'une chose, d'un état, d'une existence, ou d'une expérience que l'on a eue ou connue (désir d'un retour dans le passé), ou, à l'opposé, que l'on n'a pas eu ou pas connue, et qui vous manque (désir insatisfait). Ce manque est souvent provoqué par l'éloignement spatial et par le vieillissement qui crée un éloignement temporel qui peut être total.

La nostalgie peut se manifester dans des expressions telles que ''le bon vieux temps'', ou ''la belle époque'', ou bien –nous en parlons souvent-- ''c'était mieux avant'', mais la manière dont elle convoque le passé est souvent peu objective et peut relever d'un sentiment qui prétend que le passé était toujours mieux ou plus agréable que la situation actuelle et qui fait abstraction de ses éléments négatifs --qui ont existé. Dans la langue courante, on confond souvent la nostalgie avec le passéisme, qui est un attachement exclusif aux mœurs et aux valeurs du passé, et qui peut entraîner un repli sur soi à travers un désir profond de retourner vers des temps révolus. Mais autant le passéisme est une attitude fermée et quelque peu auto-destructrice, autant la nostalgie peut être vue comme un enrichissement qui ajoute les ''bonnes choses'' du passé à ce qu'il y a de bon dans le présent.

Et enfin, en fonction de principe de Lavoisier suivant lequel ''rien ne se crée et rien ne se perd, mais que tout se transforme'', je me suis demandé, à la fin de cette recherche rapide sur la nostalgie, si le désarroi qui frappe aujourd'hui toutes les strates de la société dans pratiquement tous les pays n'aurait pas des liens plus importants qu'à première vue avec un retour en force de l'ancienne ''nostalgie'' qui, frappant les ''exilés'' (qui sont des migrants qui ont réussi à ''passer''), les amène paradoxalement à reconstituer dans le pays d'arrivée les conditions de vie qu'ils ont fui... justement à cause d’elles ! Ce désir, difficilement compréhensible mais pourtant violent au point de sauter une ou deux générations, de vouloir recréer, subconsciemment mais mensongèrement, ce qu'ils ont fui pourrait être expliqué en partie par le retour subreptice de cette ancienne forme de nostalgie qui reprendrait du service pour détruire nos villes et nos campagnes alors qu'on la croyait morte.

Cette hypothèse fournirait l'explication manquante aux horreurs qui ponctuent de plus en plus nos jours et au dépassement de toute ''norme'' admissible dans le processus en cours, d'une immigration invasive qui rêve de recréer ici ce que la vie et le temps qui passe a supprimé ''au pays'' (modes vestimentaires et alimentaires, burkinis, us et coutumes soi-disant ''d'avant'', dans une fausse impression de ''retour aux sources'' –mais à des sources imaginaires car ré-inventées en quasi-totalité, qui sont interdits là-bas, mais refont surface ici, sous la forme de provocations, de violence et de haine inquiétantes : on recherche des rêves pour masquer la réalité, mais les jeunes marocains qui veulent tout casser les soirs de victoire --ou de défaite, ou de rien du tout-- ont intérêt à venir dans nos pays : chez eux, c’est NON !

L’idée vaut la peine d’être ''piochée'', au moment où les Etats se trouvent désarmés devant l’absurdité de réactions (et surtout d'actions ! ) que rien ne justifie ni n'excuse : pour comprendre pourquoi Bruxelles est mise à sac parce que le Maroc –qui n'a jamais été colonisé, surtout pas par les Belges-- a marqué deux buts (ce qui tue l’argument ‘‘mémoire de la colonisation’’. C’est un grand pas vers la vérité !), il faut aller au delà des fausses apparences et du ''premier degré'' qui sont la limite de nos politiques confits dans leurs réponses toutes faites --et toutes fausses. Nostalgie, quand tu nous tiens...

H-Cl.

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