The making of foodies
The other day my nephew was coming to town and called to ask if I wanted to meet up. Hadn’t seen him in a long time, and jumped at the chance. He suggested we try State Bird Provisions. I hadn’t heard of it, but as it turns out, I’m probably one of the few who hadn’t. Apparently it’s one of those places where you have to book two months in advance—if you can. Much of the time there are no tables available in that period. But they do take walk-ins.
We decided to meet up at 5:30pm, but then my nephew texted me to say that he’d called and found out that the line started forming around 5pm. So he was planning to get there at 4:45pm to get in line. Now that’s youthful enthusiasm for you!
I planned on getting there earlier, so he wouldn’t have to wait by himself. However, the time slipped away, and I ended up not arriving until 5:30 on the dot. Luckily there was a parking spot right in front. I parked, got out of the car, and hugged my nephew—who was at the front of a very very long line—just as they were opening the door to let folks in.
Was that sneaky, or what!?
I have to say, it’s amazing to think that my nephew, who once only ate potstickers at dim sum, has turned into such a foodie. I love that, and think it’s a testament to how food is in my family’s blood. So many great moments in our family have been around the dinner table, in the kitchen, and all around food, starting with maternal grandparents with the restaurant, paternal grandparents and father with the grocery business, mom who was an amazingly great cook, siblings who all cook well and love food, who married others who love food…and so it goes. I’m a product of all that.
Review of State Bird to come… (link added in 10/22/12)