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October 10, 2006
A Ricey Weekend
A ricey ricey weekend.
Saturday we went to see Tulane play my alma mater Rice in the Superdome. It was nice finally getting to spend some quality time in the Dome, since the Monday Night Football thing was such a rushed in-and-out affair. I don't think I'd actually been in these stands since the Rolling Stones in 1981.
As football, it was underwhelming. Definitely not a clash of titans, although as a Rice grad I'm accustomed to losing. I pity the poor scalpers outside, trying to hawk tickets to an event where you could walk up to the box office and buy row 15 tickets on the 50 yard line. There couldn't have been more than two or three thousand people in the Dome, making it a lonely place indeed. I did the math and actually I'm guessing the Dome could probably fit every person who has ever graduated from Rice, including the dead ones, and still have room to spare.
And cold! We learned afterwards that it takes two days to prime the AC system for a sell-out Saints game, so the temperature must have been in the low 50s. We huddled around the pretzel vendor for warmth.
Next day my Rice experience continued. All ready for gutting and nowhere to go, I found out from Susan Hoover, another old-school mobster, that the Rice MOB and the Tulane band were volunteering with a group called SAFER to gut a few houses in the Lower Nine, so I joined them for a few hours and ended up supervising a team. I also got to chat a bit with the founder of SAFER and learned about how they're already starting to rebuild houses, the way the AWK wants to do, so hopefully we can pick their brains and learn from their experience.
The MOB quit early (1:30! wusses) and since I was already down there and already dirty, I headed over to the Common Ground Blue House and had them send me to another house they were finishing up on N. Villere.
I spent two hours pulling dry wall nails out of the framing studs. And the whole time I was thinking how happy I am doing this compared to how frustrated I feel when I'm debugging Java code. How I'm still trapped like I was a year ago, but how there is a light at the end of the tunnel and this time next year I might not be so trapped.
And that night, to cap off the ricey weekend, we went out to eat at Hana, and they had katsudon! Ever since Hiromi posted her yummy recipe I've been wanting to try her favorite comfort food. I'm guessing hers is better, but this was still really good.
Posted by ray at October 10, 2006 9:55 AM | Permalink
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Tags: common ground, hiromi, katrina, katsudon, lower ninth, new orleans, rice mob, rice university, safer, superdome, sushi, tulane
Comments
I don't geddit. There's a very large stealth Japanese ex-pat population here in Austin, but the restaurants here are all about sushi and fucken teppan. This can't be explained by the fact that they probably just cook thing like katsudon at home; after all, there are tons of restaurants in Japan that serve home cookin'.
So was it a standard katsudon, meaning not neurotically picky like mine? Did they cook the cutlet in the broth?
Posted by: Hiromi at October 10, 2006 12:26 PM
It was chicken like yours (I thought standard was pork?) It had a lot less broth in it than yours, judging by your pictures, in fact the only way you could tell there was broth at all was that you could taste it on the rice. The chicken wasn't particularly soggy.
The other thing about it was that it was in a tall bowl rather than a flat bowl like your pictures, so you had to eat all the chicken to get to the rice, at which point you just had a bowl full of rice. If I ever make this at home, I'd probably do it the way you do so that I can mix it up a little.
I also had trouble because my hands were cramping up from pulling nails all afternoon, so my usually adequate chopsticks skills were kinda lacking. But this place gave you chopsticks by default and I hate asking for a fork.
Unlike most of the Japanese restaurants in Austin, this place only had one Asian server, all the rest looked like white college kids. Goes to show you can't judge the authenticity of the food by the skin color of the waitrons.
Posted by: Ray at October 10, 2006 2:22 PM
Yeah, "katsu" is the Japanified word for pork "cutlet."
That photo in my blog -- that's too much damn broth, actually. Now I use much less.
I don't get the Japanese cooking concept of making nice crunchy tempura or panko-fried whatever, then putting it in broth. I like to preserve the crunch, so I'll also put tempura on the side when I eat tempura soba.
I don't know why they don't serve donburi (the bowl dishes) with a spoon. It's hard to eat broth-y rice with a pair of damn chopsticks. And they eat curry with a spoon, so why not? 'cause curry's "foreign"? but aren't cutlets foreign?
anyway.
Re: the Asian servers in Austin -- it's bizarre. Most of them are Korean or Chinese, so it's like the restaurant owners are banking on a "they all look alike" mentality on the part of the customers in order to create an atmosphere of "authenticity."
Posted by: Hiromi at October 10, 2006 5:12 PM
I had katsudon in Austin at a place on Anderson (no, not Zen ... this one is closer to Zinger Hardware and it's newer). The katsu itself was yummy, and I like katsu when I've had it elsewhere. But I had a lot of trouble with the egg -- maybe if there had been only a little, but the bowl was totally eggariffic. The katsu was mixed in with the egg before cooking the egg, and there wasn't much broth.
Posted by: Jette at October 10, 2006 6:25 PM
I don't know why they don't serve donburi (the bowl dishes) with a spoon. It's hard to eat broth-y rice with a pair of damn chopsticks.
There was seriously no liquid at all in this. The only evidence that there used to be broth was that the rice tasted like it.
Re: the Asian servers in Austin -- it's bizarre. Most of them are Korean or Chinese, so it's like the restaurant owners are banking on a "they all look alike" mentality on the part of the customers in order to create an atmosphere of "authenticity."
The owner of Mikado is also apparently banking on the fact that all of his servers are exceptionally hot. I'll admit I've got just enough latent yellow fever that it works for me, but it wouldn't if the sushi wasn't also pretty good.
(Awaiting the bitch-slap from Hiromi.)
Posted by: Ray at October 10, 2006 7:31 PM
What's up with all the brothless katsudon? That *would* make things weirdly eggy. I'll have to poke around Anderson Ln to look for this place. What I'm really after is nabemono.
I'll admit I've got just enough latent yellow fever that it works for me, but it wouldn't if the sushi wasn't also pretty good.
:|
No bitch-slap, just grim clam-like face of displeasure.
Posted by: Hiromi at October 10, 2006 8:45 PM
Mmmm, clam broth.
All I need now is some linguini.
Next time I go to Hana (it'll be soon) I'll take a picture of their brothlessness.
Posted by: Ray at October 10, 2006 8:51 PM
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