I ate at the brand-new Jackets restaurant today for lunch. Felt like eating at a theme park. You go in and you are immersed in an Irish pub atmosphere—without the Guinness—and you walk up to the counter and order and pay. You can already tell that the food’s a little overpriced. You’re next to something that looks like a bar, but isn’t; you are handed your drink in a plastic cup, and you take your number to the back corner, where there’s a fireplace. You sit at a small table and wait. And wait. Obviously, on its second day of business they’re still getting the kitchen sorted out. Eventually, your food is delivered with plastic utensils. Just like a theme park. It was tasty though.
I made some calzones for dinner tonight, a recipe that I saw in my mother’s Cooking Light. “Roasted Chicken-Artichoke Calzones.” A bit more difficult to make than I expected, but looking back it wasn’t too bad, and it makes six servings, which should last me the week. I only cooked two of them; the other four are in the community freezer right now, and we’ll see how that works out. They are rather tasty, though could use a side of the pasta sauce that I accidentally left at home.
