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Thursday, July 30, 2009 - 21:29:19
When it comes to mixed alcohol drinks, I tend to go on the light side. Unfortunately, too many of our restaurants throw a token bone to those who wish to imbibe, and shortcuts are made. Which is why most of the time I won’t even take a second look at a margarita… out of that dread of receiving yet another alcohol drenched Kool-Aid facimile.
But I had to try what’s being billed as Eureka Springs’ best margarita. After all, that’s a pretty big claim. And I have to say, Casa Colina’s on the rocks offering is a damn fine margarita. Its clear simplicity and singing lime vibration is a cool and refreshing siesta inspired beverage.
You know, it was great, but I liked the restaurant’s red sangria even better -- a fantastic balance between sweet, tart, and mellow. And while next time I go I’ll recommend the margarita to my companions, I’ll be having myself another sangria.
Still -- how’s the food? Refreshingly light. More on the jump.
Much debate here lately about what constitues Arkansas food. So here's a forum for which to discuss said foods.
In my own travels, I've discovered a few things.
So... here you go. I'm very interested to see what else comes up out of this conversation.
More praises from Nao at GreenAR by the Day, over Fayetteville area coffeehouse Little Bread Company. This photo combines two of my favorite things -- chocolate and blackberries. Couldn't pass it up -- and must try this place out next time I find myself in the area.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009 - 09:45:41

I’ve been to a lot of cooking classes over the years. Some have been very educational, and I’ve taken home bits that I’ve incorporated into my own cooking. Some have been… well, entertaining, I suppose, without imparting a lot of information. A few have been pretty much excuses for a place to take my money and run.
I’m happy to report that the Eggshell Kitchen Company on Kavanaugh is doing things right. Went to the class last night where Kathy Webb was doing the Art of Dim Sum. Came away with the class with a head full of ideas and a full belly, too. Food porn and notes on the jump.

I can’t write about places I ate in my youth without including Sims Bar-B-Que. Sims was one of those places that was a real treat -- Mom would go by on her way home from work and pick up a family pack, and that and an extra loaf of bread from the bread store down the street would last us a while. I remember being so entranced by that sauce that I’d soak up all the remaining sauce from the little paper boat inside the tightly wrapped aluminum with a slice of bread and be happy with it.
That’s the thing about Sims… ‘cue is served on white bread, end of story. Unless you are high-falutin’ and want to splurge the 35 cents for a bun. Me? I’d rather spend the 35 cents on the addition of slaw, the Arkansas way to eat barbecue. Of course, a Sims sandwich ($6 for any meat that’s on it) is not eaten with the hands unless you are very, very careful and have lots of napkins. Napkins, in my honest opinion, only rob you of the opportunity to soak up more of the runny, vinegary sweet sauce. When you go to eat in the store, a fork is handily provided, a real fork wrapped in plastic for your sanitary approval.
Thing is, barbecue is a luxury item… full of meat fat and goodness and grease. Something to be savored on a limited basis. More on the jump.