roxy's.jpg Soak Spot: Roxy's Diner

Time Of The Soak:
10:17 a.m., Sunday, November 23

Level Of Hangover: 3. I'm boring. 

Soaking Sustenance: I just about squealed




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Soak It Up: Roxy's Diner

roxy's.jpgSoak Spot: Roxy's Diner

Time Of The Soak:
10:17 a.m., Sunday, November 23

Level Of Hangover: 3. I'm boring. 

Soaking Sustenance: I just about squealed like all the ladies at the New Kids On the Block concert when I realized that Jonathan (our fearless Food Editor) had sent me to a JEWISH DELI THAT SELLS KNISHES, PASTRAMI, MATZOH BALL SOUP AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, BLINTZES. PRAISE YAHWEH. Whenever I talk about all the amazing things I get to eat when I go home to visit my Detroit family-- things like knishes and kugel and rugelach and blintzes-- the dominant response from all you West Coast WASPs is a big ol' blank stare (no offense intended: I am part WASP, myself).  And while it's sort of unfair to pit any restaurant up against all of your childhood food nostalgia, that's kind of what I did. 

Oh, wait.  You might not even know what a blintz is.  Okay.  I'll start from the beginning (I should note that whoever penned Roxy's menu also felt it prudent to explain what a blintz is.)  A blintz is basically a crepe that is rolled up like a burrito and filled with a slightly sweetened combination of farmers' cheese/cottage cheese.  You top it with any sort of fruit or fruit spread, jam, and/or sour cream.  And if I could eat only one meal for breakfast for the rest of my life, it would be Grandma blintzes.

Well, unsurprisingly, Roxy's blintzes are not like Grandma blintzes; they are both bigger and sweeter than the blintzes I've grown up with.  I was a little concerned when the menu said an order comes with two blintzes, because I'm used to blintzes that are about the size of a Twinkie.  These blintzes, however, were beefy-- one blintz here is the equivalent of two regular blintzes-- and the filling was, though still tasty, much sweeter than a blintz ought to be.  My blintzes came with sour cream and strawberry sauce that appeared a little bit too Technicolor to be natural, but I'm splitting hairs, here.  In reality, I wolfed the blintzes down and could've easily polished off another plate of them in the same sitting.  Meanwhile, my boyfriend, who loves to eat flesh (unlike myself), got the corned beef and hash with a bagel.  The beef was shredded, which I'm told is a good thing, and his eggs appeared to be perfectly cooked.  He gave his seal of approval, and finished everything except for the bagel. 

Hair Of The Dog: The Bloody Mary, my old standby. Roxy's Mary arrived all gussied up with a ring of gorgeous herbed celery salt around the rim and a huge green olive and cornichon (delicious, tiny, very vinegary pickles) as garnish.  But the drink itself was a huge disappointment.  All that pretty presentation amounted to naught.  There was no tomato flavor. The drink was just sort of faintly salty and fairly spicy, which I like, but without any other flavors to offset, or complement, the heat, drinking the thing was kind of a chore (I don't like waste; insert offensive Jewish joke here).  I will definitely stick to mimosas when I come here from now on. 

Success of the soak: My food was delicious, and hearty enough to soak up any leftover booze, but my drink, well...I'm hoping for the bar's sake that someone just screwed up this one time when they were making the Bloody Mary mix in-house (this has happened to me with a whiskey sour, when someone forgot to add the sour part and I was forced to drink the equivalent of a whiskey Kool-Aid).  Otherwise, there's no excuse, especially when everything else was pretty damn solid. 

 
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