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How Fast Do You Want Your Food?

Chick-fil-A takes the number one spot in QSR magazine’s new, “Drive-Thru Performance Study.” So cruel, since we’re chicken sandwich deprived here.

Drive-thrus are scarce in NYC. My only experience involves a few local White Castles and the transactions have always been far from award-winning. However, the slider chain came in at number two on Speaker Clarity. I’m curious if they mean the audio capabilities of the speaker or the human speaking to you because there’s no way any Brooklyn locations would rate a 97.6% based on cashier diction.

On the consumer side, who are the freaks that prefer faster service over accuracy?  Thirteen percent strongly agree or agree with getting a speedy Filet-O-Fish when they ordered a Big Mac. And for those youngsters under 18, the number rise to a disturbing 33%. More than one-third of children and teens don't give a shit about what they eat as long as they get it quickly.

Chain Links: Fine Art Edition

An LA couple is trying to raise $12,000 for an “art project” that involves photographing all 206 Sizzler’s in the US. There are only 146 Cheesecake Factories in the nation. Could I get a subsidy? [via Eater LA]

A Shoney’s memorial is being erected at the Charlton, WV site of the original restaurant, and a local artist is requesting fans send in memorabilia, bought or heisted. What’s up with these artists and their chain fixations? [via Slashfood]

Chains are touting cheaper drinks to lure in diners. Those Mudslides can really add up.

The Chicago Tribune’s dining section reviewing signature items at fast food chains only serves as a reminder of how damn highbrow NYC is. Even the Post wouldn’t review Cheddar Bay Biscuits.

In Other Words: BBQ’s Is for Lovers

The only thing that raised my spirits during hours literally being numbed by boredom (and possibly pinched nerves) on a wooden jury duty bench was Precious actress, Gabourey Sidibe’s mention of Dallas BBQ in a New York article:

“This one guy, I’ve deleted his number. I would text him at 7 p.m., and he’d be like, ‘I’m at BBQ’s.’ But the thing is, you don’t go to BBQ’s with your boys, you go with a girl. Then he’d call me at eleven. I’m like, ‘Why don’t you call me at six when you’re ready to go to BBQ’s?’”

Hey, I’ve been to BBQ with both genders. Platonic? Romantic? People in all types of relationships can enjoy a good onion loaf and Texas-sized Blue Bull.

This morning, double happiness: no jury duty and Ed Levine’s review of Dallas BBQ on Serious Eats. Chains are hot!

I just realized I haven't updated my take on Dallas BBQ since 2002 (and I've certainly been there since)–this needs to be rectified.

Neverending Shame

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I'm starting to enjoy this recession era more and more, though it might be dismaying to the likes of Gael Greene. A few years ago I brought an Olive Garden doggie bag to a Belle & Sebastian show like a non-ironic loser. Now the OG is a reverse status symbol for embarrassed expense accounters.

Chicken-Fried Riblets

Newcaporal

Being a food introvert, when I a trend starts getting out control I step aside rather than jumping into the fray. Not so that I can be one of those “I’m already over it” people, but because why bother adding to the noise? Quick, I’d better step up my drinking fresh coconut juice while walking down the street game.

So, no fried chicken yapping from me. New York has a slew of fried chicken coverage this week, though. I was saddened to note that New Caporal got fifth place out of a tasting of five fast food joints. Granted, I haven’t been there in ages so maybe their handiwork has gone downhill, or maybe I’m just partial to their gun-toting chick mascot. Popeye’s came in at number one.

Also buried deep in all this fried chicken coverage is the news that Stephen Tanner, formerly of Egg and Pies and Thighs, will be bringing some chain flavor to the old Black Betty space. “Tanner says will serve bar food like Applebee’s, ‘but better.’” Williamsburg riblets!

New Caporal photo from Eating in Translation

Elmer’s

Did I love it? More now than ever, though I wouldn't sway from the breakfast menu.

Elmer’s is yet another Northwest chain that has jumped on the seasonal/local bandwagon. In my day they were like a regional Denny’s. Really, they still are but now tout Dungeness crab, Walla Walla onions and the like. But being for regular Joes they serve Boyd’s coffee not Stumptown.

Boyd’s is the brand of coffee they might provide in your office break room. I went to school with a Boyd’s heir, which is nothing like being a Hilton. This kid was kind of geeky and had a bowl cut well beyond the age and era where that was acceptable or in style.

I was looking forward to a big Elmer’s breakfast because I rarely have the opportunity to eat that meal properly with the whole shebang: eggs, potatoes, smoked meat, toast and maybe more. In my normal life, I just eat oatmeal or granola bars in the morning, on weekends I’m vehemently opposed to brunch and on vacation I can never get out the door before noon. I thought the beauty of Elmer’s was that breakfast was available all day, so I was saddened to be presented with a lunch menu at 12:30pm on Labor Day while en route to Mount Hood. Bah.

Elmer's grilled cheese

I consoled myself with a grilled cheese (Tillamook, of course) with bacon and tomato. Or at least tried to, but the generous mayonnaise layer got in the way of my enjoyment. Warm mayo is scary like treading water in a murky sea and being brushed against by a plesiosaurus. Horrifying…and well, more common.

A group seated next to us asked for breakfast menus. D’oh. I don’t know why I just didn’t ask.

I had better luck a few days later in Springfield when I visited another Elmer’s and got the breakfast I had been dreaming of. There’s always an internal debate over sweet or savory at places like this. Eggs usually win but they do have a tempting Dutch baby pancake.

Elmer's omelet

This is Mr. Elmer’s omelet with swiss, tomatoes, mushrooms and honey ham. I’m not even sure that there is a Mr. Elmer but that’s ok. I was swayed by the hollandaise topping. Either go caloric or go home. I love that you get a biscuit instead of boring ol’ toast ,and best of all, a choice of three styles of hashbrowns: plain, with onions and peppers or interspersed with Tillamook cheddar cheese. Cheese for me.

Elmer’s * 1590 NW Burnside, Gresham, OR; 3350 Gateway, Springfield, OR (and various locations)

Taco Time

Taco time crisp bean burrito on tray

Did I love it? Yes, if only for nostalgia's sake.

It’s not as if we didn’t have Taco Bell in Gresham; I just never went. I always thought Taco Bell and Taco Time were on par with each other, not realizing the fast food joint with the green cactus sign was a rinky dink regional chain. It’s where we’d eat as kids and where we’d drive for lunch in high school.

Now, the appeal is obvious to me: fried food. They’ve diversified since the ‘80s but I’ll always associate this Eugene-originated restaurant with crisp bean burritos. A flour tortilla coated with a slurry of mashed pinto beans, wrapped into a tight cylinder and fried crisp more like a giant flauta than a burrito. Plain and simple.

The only side was Mexi-Fries, deep-fried tater tots coated with maybe a little cumin and chile powder. The thing about their frying that I remember is that it was intense, not just crisping but oil-heating until a shell formed on the tots and especially at the ends of the burrito, a treat akin to burnt ends in bbq parlance.

I had to pull over to grab a crisp bean burrito for old time’s sake when I saw a Taco Time on the side of the road in Sandy en route to Mount Hood. The beans were a little al dente, there’s nothing complex about the wrap and the salsa was kind of a mushy but that’s how it’s supposed to be.

Taco time crisp bean burrito

I was snapped out of my reverie when I overheard a rugged elderly gent going table to table, “Who has the car with Texas plates?” Uh, I did, and being given a rental car with out-of-state plates was a source of embarrassment all week. I was half-scared he wanted to pick a fight with the Lone Star residents in his mountain town (it might’ve been worse if he knew we were New Yorkers). But no, in my excitement to get a burrito I had left the car’s lights on. Two rarities in my life: crisp bean burritos and driving.

Taco Time * 17475 Beers Ave., Sandy, OR

A Case For Slow Food

What is it with Wendy’s and food-shovelers? First there was the Mormon girl who chugged her Frosty so fast she didn’t notice the engagement ring sailing down her esophagus.

Wendys spoon

Photo from AP

Now, people are inhaling plastic utensils and getting them lodged in their lungs? The explanation was simple.

“‘I'm a gulper,’ he says. ‘I gulp stuff. I always have.’”

They are not alone. Apparently, there is a whole subculture of men who competitively scarf the entire Wendy’s Value Meal in one sitting. Ok, just these guys and this gentleman.

Bye-Bye Boomerangs

New outback

Enjoy the Aussie tchotchkes while you can. Outback Steakhouse has begun redesigning their look and appear to be going all haute Aborignal.

Check out a slideshow on Nation’s Restaurant News.

As long as they don’t class up my Bloomin’ Onion, I’m ok with this. Can’t you see them drizzling New Zealand black truffle oil all over the battered orb and charging a few more dollars?

Chain Links: Golden Arches

McDonald’s is the most hated brand in the UK [Scotsman]

McDonald’s was just ranked the sixth most valuable global brand [Interbrand]

Subway is poised to surpass the number of McDonald’s locations worldwide in the next few months. [Ad Age]