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  • Restaurant Review: Hash House A Go Go – Mohegan Sun Casino, CT

    Restaurant Review: Hash House A Go Go – Mohegan Sun Casino, CT

    What is this place, what exactly is a go go? My brother told me to go here, or that we should eat here. I hesitated. I thought this was a slightly better Denny’s with that shiny lipstick-on-a-pig veneer. I was wrong, happily.

    Our favorite restaurant at Mohegan used to be Tom’s Urban, now Tom’s Watch Bar, but that place has fallen off and far. My last meal there, I was upsold an alcoholic drink which went from $15 to $30 without being told, and that was my final straw. I took my broken camel and went down the escalator to the Casino of the Earth to look for new vistas.

    Part of my appreciation for Hash House is their breakfast, which is sold all day. I was, for a long time, lulled into the cult of intermittent fasting and would forgo my breakfast, but have since seen the error of my ways. I now eat breakfast and dinner, but do skip that lunch.  I’m not an animal.

    The menu is full and filled with southern hospitality.  I’ve tried in earnest to explore other options, but I keep coming back to their Farmhouse Egg Scramble and the first selection on the menu, which includes hickory-smoked bacon, avocado, onion, and Swiss. It’s accompanied by crispy home fries and a locally made rye toast, complete with their own homemade jam or jelly. I don’t know the difference between those, and I’m not sure of the flavor. It just tastes great.

    My wife opted for the biscuit and sausage gravy with two eggs cooked over easy. The waitress informed her that she should request them cooked a bit more, or they’d come runny, which was great advice. Another in our party didn’t specify, and she didn’t mention it that time; they came out super runny, and it put a cloud over his plate.

    This weekend was a strong biscuit weekend for my wife, having one in each location we went. There was a funny juxtaposition as another one of our baseball parents conveyed her strong dislike maybe even hatred for biscuits, having been tormented with soggy ones as a kid.

    A special shoutout to our waitress Terry, who was like having your mom serve you breakfast. She was fun, kind, helpful, and became part of the group in short time, offering good-luck wishes for our baseball boy’s tournament.

    The time to service is about, or slightly more than, a regular diner, which was fine and also appreciated, as we had limited time this morning. The dishes and presentation of food are always outstanding—the home-cooked, Southern vibe of big portions for big appetites.

    The eggs almost appear as an omelet; they’re perfectly cooked and have a generous amount of all the included ingredients. The avocado adds a nice mouthfeel and texture to the eggs. I love the toast with just the butter, and then the homemade jelly adds a level. The home fries are cooked perfectly and coated with some requested red chili Cholula hot sauce.

    Just a big, happy plate of love and I do my celebratory happy shimmy and shake.

    I’m glad that I was wrong about this place. I wish I lived closer, as I’d definitely come up more for breakfast and maybe venture into some hashes or, one day, the Big O’ Breakfast Burrito. I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to ever try a main dish, but that’s OK.

    Final Verdict: 9.0/10

  • Restaurant Review: Bottega – Bethel, CT

    Restaurant Review: Bottega – Bethel, CT

    It was Friday evening, and we were looking for something quick but still with that night-out vibe. Not somewhere we’d sit around for hours, willing the time away. A spot we could get in and out of depending on what time my son needed to be picked up from his friend’s birthday party. After some thoughtful deliberation, we opted for dinner at Bottega in Bethel, CT.

    What I like about Bottega is the pizza and, sometimes, a few of the apps. They used to have a charred octopus dish with sausage, fingerling potatoes, and arugula. But they got rid of it, probably because most people around here just want deep-fried comfort food and couldn’t care less about anything with tentacles and greens.

    The space has that rustic Albanian-meets-industrial-steampunk wood theme that’s everywhere now in bars, pubs, and mid-level restaurants. We got lucky and landed one of the booths by the bar, but it wasn’t exactly a win. They were all open, and it was already 6:45 p.m. The bar area was more happening, with friends and lovers recreating a well-shot B-roll from a good Hollywood movie.

    Bottega doesn’t do specials, and the menu stays pretty much the same.

    For tonight’s exciting adventure, we ordered the Cup and Char Pepperoni. My wife explained that the “cup” is what the pepperoni does when the heat hits it. It curls into a cup. The “char” is what happens to the toilet bowl later that night. I guess the name refers to a style of pepperoni that cups and chars at the same time. Like a talented ass-kicker with only one leg.

    The other pie we ordered was the G.O.A.T., which had goat cheese, pistachios, garlic cream, red onion, and a drizzle of local honey. Solid combo, but I don’t know if it’s the greatest of all time.

    To balance it out, I ordered a fresh green they call the Quinoa Salad, just to not go completely to hell with myself.

    One shining star at Bottega has always been the mixed drinks. They’ve consistently made one of the best takes on an Old Fashioned I’ve had. Even with new bartenders rotating in, the recipe has stayed delicious and true.

    All the food came out together. That made sense, or maybe it didn’t. The server didn’t ask how we wanted it paced, so fine. His name was Fuddy Duddy, and Fuddy did his Duddy best. That meant drinks came out one at a time and slowly. No rizz, no personality. His face is already dissolving, lost to the hourglass sands of the weekend.

    The pizzas looked great. My one ongoing issue with Bottega is that they never salt or season their food enough. I think of all those chef shows where contestants are constantly hammered for not tasting their food. With pizza, maybe you can’t grab a full slice to sample, but you can taste the components. And yeah, bland. We asked for salt, since it’s never on the table here, and it took a solid 10 minutes “Where’s Waldo” search to appear. Returning with the smallest salt shaker and with the least amount of sodium I’ve ever seen allowable by “CT Statute 238.5 Salt Shaker Rules and Regs, subsection 2a, salt gram amounts per shaker.”

    Once the salt arrived, everything was good. The flavors started to come alive and I was able to do my pizza happy dance, just a little shimmy and shack allowed by people over 40. The salad was fine, nothing too standoutish about salad even with the multi-colored quinoa.

    Heavily carbed up, we decided to forgo the dessert. We wrapped things up with a round of decaf cappuccinos, except they weren’t cappuccinos at all. More like some espresso-coffee hybrid with a splash of milk, but they were HOT. I’ve promised that next time we go, I’m going to be wearing a gold chain with my own personal salt shaker.

    Final Verdict: 6.95 out of 10

  • Restaurant Review: Mix Prime – Danbury, CT

    Restaurant Review: Mix Prime – Danbury, CT

    We celebrated a very special family birthday at Mix Prime in Danbury, Connecticut. For weeks, my son had been saying he was “dying to go to the Mix!”, a running joke in our house ever since my brother-in-law had been raving about the place and its 40-day dry-aged beef.

    The restaurant is divided into two sections. One is a bar area with booths and high tops, and the other feels like it was added later by knocking down a wall into an adjacent unit. Our table for twelve was tucked into the back corner of the restaurant with a window view of the grill master at work.

    The ambiance has a high-end steakhouse feel, with rich wood finishes throughout. I imagined Ron Burgundy walking in and commenting on the rich mahogany and many leather-bound books. Our waiter was a seasoned pro; friendly, playful, and clearly knowledgeable. He recited the day’s specials from memory without missing a beat.

    Since we were making a full night of it and had a large group, we ran the menu from start to finish: appetizers, entrees, cocktails, and coffee variations.

    The bread service was solid, freshly baked, though not warm and served with an olive tapenade in what we hoped was light olive oil. It didn’t quite look like extra virgin. I considered asking, but also didn’t want to find out I was dipping into a naughty seed oil. We requested butter and received small decorative balls of it, straight from the fridge and difficult to spread.

    For our appetizers, we started with the escargot, Caesar salad, French onion soup, and Prince Edward Island mussels. I was especially excited to see escargot on the menu, it’s a rare find around here. It arrived sizzling in a special dish, each piece nestled in its own well of garlic butter. The escargot was rich, buttery, and everything I had hoped for. The French onion soup was another standout, made with sweet Vidalia onions that gave the broth a mellow depth. I also had my eye on the roasted figs, but those will have to wait until next time.

    We ordered a variety of steaks: filet mignon, ribeye, and New York strip. I was hoping my wife would go for the prime rib, but she chose the filet mignon Oscar instead, which came topped with lobster meat, asparagus, and béarnaise sauce. The sides were just as varied: mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, sautéed mushrooms, Brussels sprouts, baked mac and cheese, and a steakhouse classic—creamed spinach, a house favorite.

    My wife and I are longtime steakhouse fans. We’ve visited many of the New York City staples and eventually decided that, for the price and consistency, Outback beat most of them. That was until LongHorn came along and raised the bar. That said, my 18-ounce dry-aged prime ribeye at Mix was cooked medium rare, came out sizzling with butter crackling on the plate, and was absolutely delicious. The quality of the cut was clearly superior, and the dry aging produced a noticeably more tender steak. Because of the thickness of the cut, I did need to season it with salt and pepper something I usually don’t have to do at LongHorn. Yes, it was about 60 percent more expensive than a LongHorn ribeye, but it was worth it. I’m not someone who enjoys paying more for gimmicks or pretension, and thankfully, that wasn’t the case here.

    My wife’s filet mignon was just okay in terms of flavor. We weren’t sure if the béarnaise sauce dulled the taste, but it definitely needed salt and pepper. It was ordered medium rare and came out rare in the center, which we actually prefer to it being overdone. We also sampled the New York strip, which was very good, but the ribeye was the clear winner.

    All of the sides ranged from good to excellent. My favorites were the creamed spinach, Brussels sprouts, and my baked potato; which was simple but elevated with all the right toppings. The restaurant offers three steak sauces: Cabernet, au poivre, and chimichurri. I tried the chimichurri, which was outstanding, slightly different than most in the best way, with a generous helping of scallions.

    For dessert, we brought our own birthday cake and pastries but did order coffees. The decaf cappuccinos were some of the best we’ve had in a while, less milk than usual, piping hot, and beautifully finished with a cinnamon dusting.

    The mood throughout the night was happy, relaxed, and celebratory. We weren’t the only birthday group there, and it’s clearly a go-to spot for special occasions. Another highlight was my brother’s deep songbird rendition of ‘Happy Birthday,’ complete with enthusiastic and slightly aggressive hand clapping. We’ll definitely be back for another round of steaks, and I can already hear my son: “I’m dying to go to the Mix!”

    Final Verdict: 8.45 out of 10

  • Restaurant Review: Mangia Mi East – Sandy Hook, CT

    Restaurant Review: Mangia Mi East – Sandy Hook, CT

    Saturday night before Mother’s Day and we arrive at this beautifully renovated house-turned-restaurant on the hill in Sandy Hook, CT. Taking the Missus out the day before Mother’s Day to avoid the crowds and share just a small token of the gratitude and thankfulness I have for her.

    We were fortunate enough to call at 5:10 PM and get a reservation for 5:30. However, when we arrived, most of the interior dining area was sparsely filled. It was a beautiful spring evening and we wanted to sit outside, though we hesitated as the building faces west and we didn’t want the setting sun in our eyes. Fortunately, the front porch area is spacious and there was a four-top right beside the exterior door that provided shade and a warm breeze.

    The outside area was more lively, still about halfway to capacity. There was a table of four beside us that was a little boisterous, probably due to some well-deserved spring daydrinking. One of the cocktails of choice that I overheard reordered was a Jack Daniels on the rocks, which I can only describe as Sandy Hook chic.

    The restaurant location is pleasant. However, sitting outside, there is a construction site adjacent to the porch which you can’t do anything about. The property line of the restaurant could use some landscaping TLC maybe a mow, a bed of flowers, or even a well-shaved bush.

    My wife’s family is Italian and they are all exceptional cooks, so we really need a draw to go out for Italian food. I was hoping for a large seafood entrée like a Zuppa di Pesce with all the bountiful umami of the sea. Mangia Mi does make their own pasta, which is so critical when you have so many Italian restaurants and ever-increasing, inflated costs. How can you justify a $35-plus entrée for dry spaghetti that costs two dollars a pound?

    The wait staff was all younger local kids. They were very friendly and helpful. Our waitress was especially kind and knew the menu well, able to help with questions or assist with a selection.

    We decided on the Roasted Brussels Sprouts with crispy pancetta and shaved pecorino, and my wife wanted the Blistered Cherry Tomato Crostini. I feel like the price point on these was $18 for the sprouts and $13 for the crostini, which is important because there was a vast difference between them not unlike Alfredo’s Pizza Café and Pizza by Alfredo.

    The Brussels sprouts were delicious, cooked through so they were soft but still had a little char and crisp from the roasting heat. The shaved pecorino provided a complementary texture, along with the salty and generous cubes of pancetta. My mild case of OCD kicked in, separating the food to get each bite to include a trio of the ingredients.

    Now, as lovely as the Brussels sprouts were, the crostini was disappointing in the other direction. It reminded me of when my mom used to do cheese and crackers for the daycare kids except I would have much rather preferred those. For thirteen dollars, you got three small pieces of crostini, a tight smear of cheese, and around six to nine small cherry tomato halves. There was no flavor and it was just blah. It hurt my frugal heart.

    For our entrées, I got the Shrimp Fra Diavolo over homemade linguine, and my wife got the Crispy Chicken Piccata with capers, lemon, and wine over tagliatelle. My entrée was good, but I can only describe it as and now I know what it means to say one dimensional. The pasta was cooked well but had no flavor. The fra diavolo sauce was good but again, just missing something. It felt like some red sauce with a nice bit of heat, but I wanted to add salt, pepper, and garlic. The shrimp was also very well cooked but lacked seasoning and depth. It felt as if each part had been cooked separately, and when combined, they weren’t feeling one another  so they kept their distance. There was no love, no sweet Italian serenade on my plate.

    My wife’s entrée was another story. The ingredients were old friends. They had obviously been hanging out and enjoyed one another’s company. The crispy chicken was thin, flavorful, and pan-fried wonderfully. The piccata sauce with capers soaked into the chicken and tagliatelle, with a beautiful lemon freshness dancing around shouting “Look at me!” It had that mangiami (eat me) attitude. I ended up taking parts of her dish and incorporating them into mine to bring out some flavor, and it worked nicely.

    After our meals, my wife was excited to get a dessert called banana bread pudding which she had before. However, we found out it was part of the seasonal menu and they didn’t have it. That was okay because we were content to have our decaf cappuccinos, however we found out they don’t have those either. In the end, we were sitting quietly on the deck and thought it would be nice if they had some light background music, when all of a sudden “Make It with You” by Bread started playing from somewhere.

    The gentle breeze and warm tune lifted us up and carried us quietly back across town.

    Final Verdict: 7/10
    This was our second visit, and I’m hopeful that they will pull it all together for a third-time’s-the-charm experience.