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Utah’s greatest bits

To finish out my posts about my foray into Utah’s food scene, here are six food finds you should check out if you ever find yourself in the Beehive State.

1. Roasted banana ice cream at the University of Utah’s Red Butte Garden served by Scoopology.

2. “Tennessee tangos” at Sugarhouse BBQ. The rest of our meal was kind of a disappointment, but the rib tips were divine.

3. Grilled ham and cheese sandwich with fries at Liberty Park. A homey treat like mom used to make. While you’re at the park, be sure and visit the Tracy Aviary.

4. Hawaiian shave ice at the Park City farmers market. I got mine with mango, lychee and ling hing mui flavoring.

5. Liberty Heights Fresh. I wish this was my grocery store.

6. Mazza. We wanted to eat at this Middle Eastern restaurant but ran out of time. Sarah and Damon were kind enough to share some leftovers they happened to have in the fridge, and they were delicious. I could only imagine how good a full meal would have been.

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That’s a spicy meatball

The food highlight of our trip to Utah was a visit to Tony Caputo’s Market and Deli. With its artisan cheeses, in-house salami maker(!) and premium chocolates, Caputo’s feels like it should be in major metropolis like New York or Chicago. This is definitely a place I never expected to find in Salt Lake City. Despite having most city trappings, SLC still feels more like a small town to me. Plus–who knew there were Italians in Utah! That’s the fun of living in a nation of immigrants–people can wind up anywhere.

Caputo’s is located downtown and as expected, does brisk business at lunch, which was when we visited. My husband, our friend Damon and I followed the crush of people to the deli counter–a lean, mean, well-oiled machine. But service was anything but brusque. It was warm and welcoming AND quick.

I had the muffaleta sandwich with salami, ham, mortadella, cheese and olive salad on a French roll that was some of the most perfect bread I’ve ever had. It was firm enough to hold everything together but it was soft enough so it didn’t tear up the roof of my mouth or disintegrate into a thousand crumbs every time I took a bite.

Most of the people eating in the deli were chowing down on meatball subs. They looked so happy that I also ordered a side of meatballs. I soon understood their bliss. The meatballs were tender and succulent, and the accompanying marinara sauce had a rich tomato flavor without being too acidic or cloyingly sweet. The only bad thing about the meatballs was that they made me so full, I had no room for chocolate cake. Each slice at Caputo’s is 3/4 pound.

My husband had the signature Caputo sandwich, which was named the third best sandwich in America by “men’s entertainment magazine” FHM. (I imagine the writer’s pitch to his editor went something like this: “Hot chicks eating sandwiches–it’ll be great!”) The Caputo is an Italian meat-lover’s dream with prosciutto, mortadella, salami combined with provolone, lettuce, and tomatoes on a hard Italian roll covered with olive oil and balsamic vinegar.

Damon had the chicken parmesan sandwich, the special of the day and one of his all-time favorite foods. It wasn’t goopy as many chicken parms can be. The chicken was crisp and provided a solid base for the mozzarella and marina sauce. He washed down that goodness with an apple beer, an interesting non-alcoholic drink produced in SLC.

Really good food commands your total attention. You want to concentrate and get lost in the food because you may never be able to replicate that experience again. Our table was completely silent until we all finished our sandwiches.

The deli is just one of the many delights at Caputo’s. The market displays the largest selection of Italian and Southern European foods in Utah. It’s is the type of place you could visit every day and find something new and unexpected, be it a cheese cave, 60 different olive oils or high-end chocolate flavored with bacon.

The next time I’m in Salt Lake City, you’ll know where to find me.

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Two great tastes that DON’T taste great together

When I read about a cheeseburger topped with pastrami, I knew I had to visit a Crown Burgers location in Salt Lake City. I love both cheeseburgers and pastrami and was eager to try the two together.

Well, the title of this post probably gave it away, but alas, Crown Burgers’s signature sandwich didn’t live up to my expectations. I expected the saltiness of the pastrami to bring out the flavor of the beef, but the two just overwhelmed each other.

I do like knowing that something as ridiculous as a pastrami cheeseburger exists in the world.

Crown Burgers introduced me to another new taste. I never knew regional foods included condiments until I encountered Utah’s beloved fry sauce. To me, it was merely glorified Thousand Island dressing, but to each his own, right?

I don’t even want to think what was going on in my arteries that night.

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What I did on my summer vacation: Fear and loathing in rural America

This time last year, my husband and I were relaxing on the Hawaiian island of Maui, savoring fresh seafood, tropical fruit and the magical menu at Da Kitchen.

For our 2008 summer vacation, we decided to drive from Seattle to visit our friends Sarah and Damon in Salt Lake City. You may be wondering what could possess us to take a road trip while gas prices are at an all-time high. And why did we decide to go to Utah during the absolute hottest point of the summer? And were we insane to do take our infant son with us?

Sarah and Damon had moved to Utah last summer, and we missed them. Sarah had been back to visit, but Damon had yet to meet our newborn son. We were curious about Utah. My husband had been there many years ago for a short stay, but I had never been to the Beehive State. Basically what I knew about Utah was that a lot of Mormons lived there, the Sundance Film Festival was held in Park City, the skiing there was reportedly amazing, Salt Lake City’s NBA team was the Jazz, and the 2002 Winter Olympics were hosted there.

As to the timing, we wanted to celebrate my husband’s birthday with Sarah and Damon. He was born in July. The average temperature in Salt Lake City in July is 89 degrees. Seattle’s average high in July is 75 degrees.

So why not take a short 1 1/2 hour flight there? Why drive? My husband and I were driven to take a road trip by a romantic food notion. We wanted homemade chicken fried steak, real pie made fresh daily and roadside produce stands. We wanted food that was real and earthy–food that was made by cooks, not chefs or grown by farmers we could meet. We dreamed of finding truck stops and small town restaurants with delicious food that couldn’t be found in the city.

I’m sure these places exist, but we didn’t encounter them. The landscape was dominated by familiar golden arches, burger royalty, chicken colonels, pizza joints and Flying J gas stations and convenience stores.

My disappointment was that much more acute because of the level of risk I felt this road trip involved. To get to Utah, we drove through Eastern Washington, Eastern Oregon and Idaho. This part of America is overwhelmingly White, rural and remote.

Not exactly the safest place for an Asian American family to be traveling through.

I know it’s incredibly unfair to believe that most rural White Americans are racist and that rural areas are more violent, but I do. Most of my negative ideas about rural America come from mass media, but unfortunately, there plenty of real life examples that support my fears.

For example, in the 1930’s many Filipinos living in the central part of Washington state had repeatedly been threatened with lynching by their White neighbors. Sure that was 80 years ago. But as we drove through this area, I wondered if the descendents of those violent Whites were still living in Washington and if they had inherited their forefathers’ bigotry.

I was relieved when we encountered other people of color at rest stops. And I never thought I would be so happy to reach Boise, Idaho. I thought that if something happened to us in a city, our bodies should be discovered. Out in the middle of nowhere, we could just disappear.

Returning to the topic of our quest for good roadside food, my husband and I encountered the Redneck Cafe (pictured above) in Durkee, Oregon (population 195). We were intrigued by it and drove up to get a closer look, but we never got out of the car.

We discovered we would only go so far to find good food.


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