Hot Bacon Dressing

Another Pastabilities Special -- Listen closely as the waitress describes the "Hot Bacon Dressing".

Moustache

I saw this drawing on a bathroom mirror at one of the colleges at which I teach.

The Pastabilities are Endless

Friend Joey and I visited Pastabilities, a suspiciously and conspicuously empty restaurant near my house in Asheville (Haywood Rd, West Asheville, near Taqueria Gonzalez). We went, to be sure, as something of a joke (note my tee shirt that I designed for the occasion), on a "mandate". Beth and the ladies went to one of my favorite restaurants in town, a Spanish tapas bar called "Zambra". As we walked to the restaurant, psyching ourselves up for the event, we admitted to eachother that we were both a bit jealous of the meal they were about to enjoy.

I must say, however, that I was, for the most part, pleasantly surprised by the place. The pasta and the chicken pargmigiana were exactly what I expected (pretty boring, very American), though even I was surprised and excited by certain things. Who, for instance, would have guessed that one could choose what kind of sauce they wanted on a dish like a chicken parmigiana? I could have chosen meat sauce (bizarre) or a butter garlic sauce (gross) instead of the normal tomato sauce. I was also a bit surprised by the fact that the chicken in the parmigiana was pre-cut (do they think me unable to cut my own food?). The pre-made and chilled salad, however, was pretty much what I had thought it would be, and left me thinking of hospitals and other clinical establishments.



The three cheese white pizza, however, with sausage and tomato added, was pretty good. It was garlicky and thin-crusted and cut into tiny little pieces. The service was great (except for at the end, when the waitress disappeared and I had to go find her to get a check) and the bottle of chianti (in a wicker basket) that we ordered went down pretty, pretty, pretty smooth....

Overall, I had a fine experience at Pastabilities, and while the pasta was pretty limp and the chicken was pretty mediocre, I certainly don't agree with the review offered by "Sneeze12" on the TripAdvisor website, who wrote:

"this is a horrible restaurant. i went there and it took the waitress 10 minutes before i even got a menu. i even saw a bug crwl across the floor! when i got my food it was still frozen in the middle. My husband said it looked like the cooks threw our dinner on the floor and put it back on the plate. DONT EAT AT PASTABILITIES!!!"

And, to be sure, when dining at Pastabilities, one is paying homage to an older way of life in West Asheville, and recognizing the efforts of earlier entrepeneurs, before the fancier places starting opening up on our side of town. So I, for one, will return to Pastabilities for sure, to enjoy some more pizza, a cold beer, a maybe even some of the live music that they feature every Thursday. According to our waitress, the music isn't "just country". The live musician also plays some other "southern rock" tunes such as Lynrd Skynrd. I wouldn't want to miss it.

Awesome

Looking at Myself

Who is the freak that owns this car?

Marbled Cups

Beth enjoying a cappuccino in one of the beautiful mugs she made for the Clingman Cafe. Contact Pancho if interested in buying one similar.

Pies in Disguise

An explanation of the rather random picture from a few posts ago of a man holding a cup:

About a month ago, yearning for inspiration and needing to carve a design of some sort into a recently made clay cup (my main method of decorating pottery is a method called "sgraffito", in which one scrapes away at a layer of clay, ink, glaze, etc. to reveal a differently colored clay beneath), I opened a copy of the Mountain Xpress. The Mountain Xpress, you may remember from earlier posts, is the premier arts and entertainment newspaper in Western North Carolina (I think that's their tag line). My band has featured in the paper recently as a winner of a number of the 2009 "Best of WNC" awards....I digress.....

In said paper, I stumbled upon a picture of a couple holding pies. They were the new proprietors of a company called "Pies in Disguise". Ben, the male member of the couple (he's with Eliza, the pie maker) had a great smile and a huge beard, and I immediately began to carve his likeness into my cup. Lo and behold, the image came out amazingly -- Ben looked like Ben! I could hardly believe it....

Ben in the Mountain Xpress, photo by Jonathan Welch

So, time passed, and I would occasionally look at the cup and chuckle, thinking that maybe some serendipitious occurence would lead to Ben stumbling upon his cup, saying "Damn! That's me!" I could imagine the scene, and it made me laugh every time I did so...

More time passed, and I opened a different local publication to once again find Ben and Eliza smiling at me. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and I wrote an email to the couple, explaining that I had made a cup with Ben's face on it, that I would love for them to see it, that I wasn't a total freak. I mentioned my wife a few times in the email so that Ben wouldn't think that I was some sort of weird stalker or something of the sort.

Ben with the Cup

More time passed...a few days and no reply from Ben. I then saw a girl who it turns out knows Ben, who told me two important details. First, Ben wanted the cup! Second, he didn't think that I was a freak. I then got an email from Ben himself, that said something like "I want the cup. Don't sell my face!"

And then, finally, on Saturday, I met Ben and Eliza, and I presented Ben with his cup, which he loved...I charged them in pies instead of cash and they went on their way, enjoying....

The moment of meeting them and watching cup and man meet was very inspiring and very funny, so please stay tuned, as I think that I may be extending this idea further in the near future....

Check out their pies at www.piesindisguise.com

The Pies in Disguise Logo

Such delicious Indian food...such stern faces...

The Pie Guy

Ben, of the Asheville based company, Pies In Disguise, holding the mug I made with his face on it.

I'll explain more later.