Do any of you scan your Instagram food feed regularly to look at food photos? I know that due to who I follow on my blog account (@behindthepl8s …in case you aren’t already following along! Get on that!) I look at a sea of “foodporn” every day. It’s how the latest and greatest food trends get discovered and the next “it” eateries do their best marketing. One dish that has been on repeat on my feeds for a few years now is Ramen. It exploded onto the food scene a few years back and continues to prove it has stay power. And for anyone who has tried this Japanese noodle dish (And no, the dried Ramen packets you ate in college do not count….), you understand why Ramen has become a household name.
It’s very rare for me not to enjoy an Italian meal. With New Jersey and New York hosting more Italian restaurants than most places across the country, it’s easy to come across a decent dish. While I love to eat Italian food whenever I can, the restaurants I visit also tend to be a dime a dozen. My general feeling is that once you try one, you’ve tried them all. I shouldn’t paint such a broad brush but, as a large majority, most Italian eateries serve the same overplayed Americanized meals that we have come to accept as “true” Italian food. I don’t downplay that I enjoy these dishes, I even cook them myself. But, let’s face it; some of the dishes we chow down on aren’t even popular across the pond. Our ancestors who came over often mixed together American and Italian ingredients to produce these popularized dishes. Or, as time wore on, only the Italian dishes brought over that pleased other Americans’ palates were what stayed in favor.
Believe it or not, there are still a small handful of Morristown restaurants I have not dined my way through. It’s not necessarily for lack of wanting to try them. It’s just that I’m always out to try the newest place on the block or settling with my regular favorites.
Spoiled Rotten. That’s the words that best describe me after my recent excursion to Ninety Acres at Natirar. Before I carry myself back and away with the dining experience, I’ll let you know how I ended there. Natirar is a sprawling 500 acre property and estate in Peapack, NJ that houses a cooking school, farm, meetings and event space, and a fine dining restaurant, Ninety Acres. The property is the embodiment of countryside elegance. The restaurant is reserved for luxurious nights out with an expensive menu, extensive wine list, and elaborate farm to table fare. Previous to my most recent visit I had visited the restaurant one other time for a special birthday dinner date with my now husband. However; our friends know us all too well and more than one of our wedding guests thought to give us a gift card to this estate to use to enjoy the finer foods in life. We’ve managed to make it six whole months without finding the time to make a reservation. But, we had an empty weekend and we finally ceased the opportunity.
Last month I scooted back down to Charlotte for a weekend to visit my bestie. I have a feeling it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship with the Queen City (As Charlotte is often referred to). For those of you looking to travel there, just check back every few months to find more reviews and travel tips. And for those of you reading from the Charlotte area looking for great spots to try out, I’m happy to share your city! If you missed out on my big foodie find from my September trip, here it is (Midwood Smoke House).
What do you do when you are having a honeymoon hangover and feeling a little like you aren’t getting the appropriate Vitamin D and excitement levels in your life? You whisk yourself and your husband off to a local getaway to ease the pain. At least that’s what we did. Just three weeks after our return from the honeymoon we were wander-lusting so hard that we booked a last minute weekend in New York City. After arriving at our Paris-inspired hotel, The NoMad, which had us flashing back to our European stays, we embarked on a tourist filled couple of days in our own backyard. We never take the time to explore New York City from a tourist perspective because we often take for granted that it’s “our city”. But, we realized we knew so little of the history of it that it was a perfect opportunity to pretend like newbies!
I’m taking a break from my travels today to share a summer staple lunch duo. This post would, could, should have been written years ago! A small group of us from my office started a quarterly tradition that has spanned the last five years. It involves two of my all-time favorite foods pizza and ice cream and the locations I’m about to share really have nailed down these food groups.
A few weeks ago I took an excursion to Montclair to one of their many restaurants. I’ve said this over the course of writing my blog but, Montclair is a mecca for good food. The problem is, so is Morristown, which where I live. While I continue to try and conquer my own town I very rarely get out and explore others. I took a trip to visit an old friend was a great excuse to get out of town for the night and explore more of Montclair.
Bonjour! I have stumbled onto a new fusion restaurant that is write-up worthy. I discovered a place where French bread and focaccia lay side by side in your bread basket. You’ll also find classic moules marinières and artisan pizzas comingled on the same menu. Ma Maison in Millburn, NJ is serving up French food with some Italian fusion.