Enjoy this week's recipe that is posted below.
Whenever I am visiting a new town, for business or pleasure, I always go down to the front desk of the hotel in the early morning and ask, “Where is the best local breakfast joint? I want to go to the place where the old guys are reading the newspaper and arguing over politics and sports.” It never fails that every time I visit “that” place in a town, I get the “feel and character” of the town.
Breakfast and lunch cafes tell us
more about a place and its people more than the finest Chamber of Commerce
brochure or the slickest city government marketing campaign ever could.
There is a world of difference
between locally owned restaurant concepts and national chains. Chain
restaurants are cookie-cutter concepts developed by a corporate team of
designers and executives in some faraway city, most of whom have never visited—
and will never visit— that particular city or small town. The chain restaurant
at the interstate off-ramp in my hometown looks, feels, and tastes exactly like
the chain restaurant just off of the interstate off-ramp in the next town, and
the next, and the next, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, and all points in
between.
We are becoming a nation of
homogenous and characterless cookie-cutter concepts that serve food on the level
of the lowest common denominator because they have national buying power and
have to answer to stockholders at an annual meeting in New York, Chicago, or
Dallas. Most could care less about locally sourced ingredients from farmers and
fishermen in the backyards of the towns and cities in which they are located.
National chains are like seed-packet retail. It’s as if someone flew over an
interstate exchange that is located near the newest part of town and threw out
a bunch of corporate-chain seeds, and the same stores that sprout up in other
cities group together and start sprouting up there.
There’s nothing original there.
There’s nothing specific to that town and its people, unless there are a few
photos on the wall awkwardly trying to relay local color.
At one time, in the not-too-distant
past, all we had in local towns and cities were locally owned and independent
cafes and diners. They were owned by people that lived in our neighborhoods and
operated by more people that lived in our neighborhoods. They assumed the character
and personality of the city or town in which they were located.
No one is opening a local café these
days. It’s sad. Community diners disappeared and we barely noticed. We all got
enticed by the shiny theme restaurants with national advertising and studio photography
that looks nothing like the end result that winds up at the table. We have
become a seed-packet society that wishes for the next hot national chain to
come to town. When it does, we realize that it doesn’t have the charm and character
of the local places. But— without access to the capital available to the national
chains— the locally owned restaurants begin to close.
National chain restaurants do not
make a city better and more livable. Locally owned, independent restaurants do,
almost every time.
I love owning a breakfast cafe and
meat-and-three joint almost as much as I love dining in them. If I am at home,
I am sitting in the same chair, at the same table every morning. There is
something about mornings that foster routines.
Before I opened The Midtowner, I
frequented a bakery across the street from my office every morning. Before that
I hung out at the bagel shop downtown. They were both locally owned. The three
things that make me appreciate living in small-town America are our local
Christmas parade, pancake breakfast fundraisers, and being a morning regular in
a breakfast cafe.
When I was designing The Midtowner,
I told my wife, “I want this restaurant to be the most ‘Hattiesburg’ restaurant
ever in Hattiesburg. It should feel like it’s been here since 1948.” I feel
like we accomplished that goal.
I also told her, “I want this to be
‘Hattiesburg’s restaurant,’ and ‘a restaurant for the entire community— young,
old, rich, poor, black, white, doctors, nurses, working guys with their names
stitched on their shirts, and sorority girls from the university across the
street with Greek letters stitched to their hoodies. Doctors, nurses,
professors, and students.” One of the proudest moments of my 40-year restaurant
career occurred a few weeks after we opened. I was working the pass and turned
around to check on the dining room. We were packed. From that vantage point I
could see the entire room, and there it was— the entire community, sitting down
and sharing a meal together.
I love
being a part of a group of “regulars” in the morning. I realize that I am now the
old guy sitting in the breakfast cafe arguing over sports and politics. My
friends and I have become the guys the person at the front desk of the local
hotel is in search of when looking for authenticity in my town. But that’s a
role I’ll proudly own, if I get to be a small part of the 45,953 people who
make up the character of my small town.
Character
matters, not only in people, but in towns and cities. Please support your
locally owned restaurants and businesses. Now, more than ever, Eat local. Shop
local. Live local. It matters.
Onward.
Pompano in a Bag
2 Tbl unsalted butter
1/4 cup yellow onion, small dice
3/4 cup carrots, small julienne
1/2 cup celery, thinly sliced
1 cup leeks, small dice
2 tsp garlic, minced
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp creole seasoning
1/8 tsp old bay seasoning
1/2 cup white wine
2 Tbl fresh lemon juice
2 tsp fresh thyme, chopped
2 Tbl olive oil
6 Pompano Filets (7-8 ounces)
2 tsp Creole Seasoning
6 12x18pieces of aluminum foil
6 Tbl unsalted butter, cold
In a medium sauté pan, melt the first 2 tablespoons of
butter over medium heat. Place the onions and carrots in the melted butter and
cook for 3-4 minutes. Add in the celery, leeks, garlic and seasoning and cook
for 5 minutes. Add the wine, lemon juice and fresh thyme, and allow the mixture
to reduce until a thick glaze is formed. Remove from heat.
Lay the foil sheets out on a flat surface. Brush the center of each sheet with olive oil. Place the pompano filets on the oiled foil and season them with the Creole Seasoning Divide the cooked vegetable mixture between the pompano filets and spread evenly to cover the top of the fish. Top each fish with 1 tablespoon of cold butter.
Fold the foil over the fish and crimp the edges of the foil
tightly.
Prepare the grill. Cook the foil packages direct medium heat for 12-14 minutes. Remove from the grill and serve.
Yield: 6 servings
22 comments:
I used to get that morning feeling in Brent’s before the renovation. Even those it’s still locally owned I still get that chain feeling when I go.
Never miss a chance to post a negative comment about a local restaurant.
I certainly agree with "Shopping Local/Buying Local/Dining Local", even though I'm one of the monsters involved in the sowing of the seed packets of franchises. I own bits and pieces of entities owning outparcels.
But I've never had breakfast in ANY such place - either "all-local", or franchise. I wouldn't feel welcome or comfortable. I don't waste money, and I don't eat what normal people do. And I've been skipping breakfast, anyway, for decades. Mornings start, for me, when an assistant switches-on my phone connections. Then, it's time for sex with DH, or a workout on a cardio machine in his wardrobe room or mine, or business calls - or all three at once (even without a headset, I've got ONE hand free, ya know). This is my day, sometimes, until two in the afternoon. FOOD? Oh... OK.... Today, we call it 'Intermittent Fasting'. Back then, it was called, "Oops! Forgot to eat...".
We did happen into a local Cafe, at breakfast, ONCE, in Elk Horn, Iowa. We were en-route between Malibu (where we DO look and dress like locals), and Montreal (another place where we DO "fit-in"). The day before, we'd hit multiple gyms in Omaha, and the kids were hungry. We were looking for "Car Food". We'd never been inside a breakfast spot, before, and didn't know what to expect. We don't eat pork, or like the smell of coffee. Nor do we consume sugar. We were standing there, looking perplexed by the many sugary choices. Several tables full of the most impossibly-beautiful Danish farmers, were looking at us (without Malice, but with an uneasy curiosity), and at the Volvo wagon in which we'd arrived. Maybe they thought we were Swedish Sami.
I don't think the Danish farmers could see our Mississippi tags. But the alarmed looks on our faces, probably made THEM feel alarmed. But, until they noticed us, they had been doing exactly what Mr. St. John described - newspapers and everything. Anyway, we settled for an assortment of Danish cheeses, and pastries featuring cheeses, and were on our way. Our daughter, back in the car, said, "Why did you bring us into the world, knowing there were people like THAT in the world? We're so UGLY!"
Then, within minutes, we all got Reactive Hypoglycemia from the sugar in the pastries, and then got even more grim and disagreeable. "Well, when we had you three, we'd never left Mississippi, and we didn't KNOW there were people like that in the world. You know what it's like, back-home. There aren't many real blonds, except around Hattiesburg. We didn't know any better." Luckily, those beautiful Danish farmers were spared this, since, by that time, we'd gone miles eastward on the Interstate.
And that was as close to breakfast at a local eatery, as we've ever gotten.
I love finding local restaurants when in small towns. I was recently in Philadelphia, MS and passed by Ronnie's Steak N' Grill. I turned around and went back for lunch. What a great place! I will return if I am in Philadelphia at meal time.
11:19. This gossip column is a magnet for weak, small posters.
@11:19 You sound a little cranky-pated today.
My apologies if I offended anyone. After reading the article in its entirety I chose to post my personal small minded opinion. By the way, I still enjoy Brents regularly and the food is great. Maybe your what my son refers to as a snowflake. My apologies again !
Brent's is nothing more than a movie prop these days.
You're 1:48.
"you're" son. Teach him well.
I enjoy the recipes St John allows us to experience. Thanks for sharing sir
The Sunflower grocery store in Raymond has the best, home cooked breakfast food around. No seating area other than your car or a couple of tables outside on nice days.
If you’ve already tried the Midtowner, head downtown to South Bound Bagel, in a building that actually was here in 1948. Best breakfast in Hattiesburg.
There used to be a great breakfast place in Omaha '11 Worth Cafe.' If your team was lucky enough to make the College World Series that was one of the perks. Unfortunately they closed last year because some 'woke' folks on the internet took exception to internet posts by one of the owner's children. The progressives decided to attack this great old restaurant that had been successful for 44 years. https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/11-worth-cafe-closes-permanently-citing-safety-concerns-threats-on-social-media/ar-BB15CCKN
YES! to 4:40, 5:00 and 6:31 PM. Good eating!
And Coney Is what? "Walters" eats there.
I haven't kept up...Who's ahead - St John, Crawford or Salter? Whoever garners the most criticism leading into the final lap should take it all.
Waitin' on Kingfish to finalize a 'column-deal' with Marty Wiseman, the guy whose voice will send you up the walls.
It's occurred to me that restaurants, local or chain, are no longer about excellence in food and service - They're interested in one thing...table turn-over. And Wuhan Covid has put the skids on that.
The Kroger in Vicksburg used to serve a great breakfast. They also had plenty of tables and chairs. It’s been a few years , maybe it still serving.
For the early risers, the ethnic Greeks at Coney Island down by the tracks in downtown Hattiesburg. A hundred yards from C-Spire's new headquarters--the former offices of WSF Tatum's Wilmut Gas and Oil Co.
Both Kroger stores in Madison have served excellent breakfast for years. Although I have not been recently, they used to be a regular breakfast stop. Loved it when Madison 51 also had fried chicken on the breakfast menu. Even knowing it was chicken from the 'green meat cooler' that would be tossed a day later...still it was great.
Primos has a decent breakfast but costs twice what it should. It's basically a Krystal breakfast with a nicer packet of grape jelly.
" Pompano in a Bag"
C'mon RSJ . . . if you're going to talk about this dish, please don't insult the fish.
You know better than anyone it's "Pompano en papillote".
Plus . . . for Gawd's sake, 90% of Mississippians have no clue what a damn Pompano is.
(Much less have all these seasonings in their kitchen) .
One catfish, salt & pepper, cornmeal, cooking oil . . . and an iron skillet is all most of us need.
You and Waters have been spending WAY too much time in Europe.
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