Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Momma B's, Route 30, and Inka Kitchen revisited

Comin round again

So you visit a place and eat and like the food and write about it--then what? You visit again, and sometimes, or at least these three particular times, you find something new.

In this case we visited Momma B's again meaning to have breakfast (best sausage and gravy over biscuits in town), and instead trying this (not yet on the menu at the time of our visit, though that may have changed):

A Crab Cake Plate, served with tartar and cocktail sauce. Lump shellfish molded with crumbs, onions, red peppers, spices, egg, then fried. With the crumbs onions peppers and egg (oh my) you'd think you'd hardly taste the crab but you do: sweet and briny, with that distinct delicate chewiness cut by a squeeze of lemon. 

Bought a few cakes to take home, tried frying them on my own pan, and the results were as good--suppose I could make them crispier, thicker, whatever.

Need to go back, though. Keep dropping by for breakfast; need to see more of what they can do during lunch or dinner

Like this Colossal:

Sliced sirloin, onions, peppers and marinara sauce in a wrap, topped with Wisconsin mozarella and homemade chili, topped in turn with shredded cheddar, then served with jalapeno and sour cream (pic not mine).

Also went back to Route 30 Family Restaurant, this time for lunch (brunch?) as opposed to breakfast (the brighter cheerier new interior--pictured above--responding well to the late morning sunlight), and this is what we found:

Fish and Chips Plate: classic haddock in batter and fried crisp; the 'chips' are fries tossed in what I suspect is corn starch for that extra delicate crunch, served with tartar sauce and (upon request) vinegar for dipping.

Even better is their London Broil Open-Face Sandwich: tenderly broiled beef in a thick deep brown gravy, over sliced bread. Served with two sides, in this case classic Baby Carrots and green beans. 

Oh, and the fries? Lovely in the gravy. Makes you think of poutine, and chilly Canada.

Better than the London Broil in dark gravy was the Spinach Pie with Greek Salad. Was thinking "Oho, a vegetarian dish!" and patting myself on the back for ordering something light and healthy; what I got was this giant steaming slab of spinach and cheese, wrapped in buttery phyllo, so rich I thought I could hear my arteries clogging.

The Greek Salad with its crisp lettuce and green peppers helped--or would've helped if they weren't drowned in large chunks of Feta cheese. 

Best of all was the Beef Gyro--spiced ground beef wrapped in a warm pita, topped with chilled tomatoes and lettuce drenched in tzaziki (yogurt sauce) and dill. Served with a side of those crunchy crunchy fries.

Onwards to Inka Kitchen, home of the Chambersburg version of Pollo a la Brasa, or Peruvian-style Broiled Chicken:

Delicious? Dare your mouth not to water.

Only we didn't order the broiled chicken; instead we had (again) the Ceviche de Pescado (Fish Lightly Cooked in Citrus), considered the national dish of Peru:

Was for takeout, meaning this was wrapped in foil, in a styrofoam box, as opposed to a nice plate with silverware. Humble circumstances aside, it was delicious: the fresh fish, the bright citrus, the red onion lending sulfurous bite (and just a hint of oniony sweetness) to the rich rich sashimi-chewy fish.  

Even better is something they're planning to roll out soon (may have already): Grilled Beef Hearts. Chunks of cardiac meat on skewers, simply seasoned and lightly grilled, served with a side of great corn kernels and a spicy dip:

Beef heart? Why yes. The meat is slightly irony livery like most organ meats (or well-aged steaks); what's surprising is how tender it is--cardiac flesh is supposed to be tough, having to beat all its life; this was only slightly toothsome, giving in quickly to your incisors.

No, don't take our word for it; just ask the young lady:  

If the dish's portions seemed a bit small, that's because she'd grabbed and finished off one skewer all by her greedy self ("idz greyd," she noted "like zdeyke only deyzdyer") so by way of revenge I've posted her appreciative expression on this blog. Yes dear I'm very very sorry--but you did eat that whole skewer all by your lovely little self.

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