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6600 Gulf Dr
Bradenton Beach, FL 34217
(941) 778-6444 www.beachbistro.com
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Sean's article this week? On the pesky overuse of the word 'artisanal':
If you scramble the letters in the word artisan you can spell rants.
The current use of the word artisan by the corporate food factories is making me rant.
Twenty-five years ago, I remember having to look up artisan for the correct spelling.
We were beginning to serve America's own artisanal cheeses from Maytag and Shelburne Farms.
At the time America was serving the best lamb and beef and seafood in the world.
We not only had the best food product, we had more ice for better transport, and we had better refrigeration to keep it the best.
American chefs had travelled the world and had been trained in France, Italy and Asia, and they were boldly moving beyond classic preparations to develop our own American cookery with that best food product.
But 25 years ago, we were lagging a little behind in the exceptional cheese and charcouterie departments, but we were gaining ground.
Maytag Blue and Shelburne Farms cheeses were some of the best in the world. The cheeses were being prepared by true artisans, and I had to double check the spelling for our menus.
It was before Wikipedia – at least Wikipedia for me.
The Webster desk encyclopedia described an artisan as "one who hand crafts a superior creation at a high level of craftsmanship that approximates art."
Artisans were making Maytag Blue and Shelburne Cheddar.
At our restaurants we work with chef-artisans every day.
And they work with artisan-crafted sausages and cheeses and local Island honey crafted by a local beekeeper.
Our chefs craft sauces and flavored butters and charcouterie, and we carve meats, and we clean whole fresh fish, and we craft our own bread and desserts. In our conceit, we believe our preparation of foie gras on bread pudding approximates art.
And now begins my rant.
Macdonalds is marketing an "artisan" chicken sandwich.
That Macdonalds' fried-chicken-from-somewhere-in-Asia-sandwich is not a "superior creation made at a high level of craftsmanship that approximates art."
It just isn't.
And the lying marketing guy that made that line up should be forced to eat a great many of those sandwiches forever.
Like most rants, I can't stop here.
I have discovered a cracker company recently that names its cracker the "artisanal cracker."
It comes in a plastic wrapper that advises the cracker is produced in a factory in Ohio that also "manufactures food products that may contain nuts."
There is a chain salad outfit with local branches that promises "tomatoes picked from the vine within days".
How many days?
Where else are you going to get a tomato except from a vine?
How did they get it to taste like it escaped from a can?
A new chicken tender chain boasts a "homemade cookie."
My grandmother did not hermetically seal her homemade cookies in plastic wrap also printed with a warning that the cookies were made "in a factory in Ohio that also worked with peanuts."
The most abused word in restaurant land is now local.
My new favorite is the roast beef sandwich chain that boasts that its products are "locally served."
Read that one again.
But there is good news. I hear rumors that restaurant chain marketing is changing for the better – that its marketing is becoming more truthful.
The writers are all heading to Washington to work as speech writers.
Over the years, we've had the pleasure of meeting some remarkable people in our dining room - and many have gone on to become good friends. One such person is Bob Schweiger. Sean wrote a piece this week explaining why he is his pick for 'Man of the Year.' For those of you who have been lucky enough to have met Bob, and those of you who still haven't, you can read a bit of his story below:
TIME got to pick one.
I think I can do better.
My pick for Man of the Year is Bob Schweiger.
Bob is 95.
There may be a mathematical formula for wise. Time spent plus experience multiplied by intelligence equals wise.
A guy who has been around a long time and done a lot of interesting things and is smart should be wise.
Bob is that guy.
Bob spent his early life escaping the despicable face of Nazi bigotry. He lost most of his family to the evils of the concentration camps.
Bob's family not only lost loved ones to the death camps, but they were charged for their transportation.
The family members that were taken to Auschwitz were charged for their train fare on the cattle cars.
They were also charged for train fare for the guards that accompanied them.
His lost cousins were charged for one-way tickets. The Nazis charged for two-way tickets for the guards.
When Bob was sixteen part of his immediate family had to bribe their way out of what had become Nazi Austria.
Six years later, he was heading back into Europe on D-day.
Bob's unit was in the second wave at Omaha Beach, the bloodiest beach on D-Day.
He talks sparingly of the what he calls the madness of that day, of flattening himself into the sand while men were being killed all around him.
Bob tells amazing stories of his journey through the war.
He tells his war stories reluctantly, with humility and humor. Bob even has room for compassion for the Germans they fought. The same people who killed his brother and uncles and cousins in concentration camps.
Despite all of his family's suffering and loss, Bob remains a very forgiving person. He tries to understand why the people of Austria gave power the Nazis.
Bob observes that evil people are always out there and that we need to be vigilant and active to keep them from power.
I am embarrassed when talking to Bob that anti-Semitism and bigotry in our country seem to be on the rise again.
My weekly lunches and breakfasts with Bob are celebrations of wisdom. I get the best of business advice and better – the benefit of his life experience.
On happiness,"On any given day you are only as happy as your least happy child."
On in-laws, "You have to be careful to be always kind and loving with them; you don't want your child and their spouse laying in bed at night talking s___ about you."
Bob has been married to Shirley for 75 years. Shirley is a younger woman, a beautiful redhead. She is 94.
When Bob tells some of his jokes and stories Shirley just rolls her eyes.
She has one of the best eye rolls ever. Married to Bob all those years has given her a lot of practice.
I am grateful to Bob as my man of the year for the wisdom and kindness and joy that he and Shirley contribute to my life.
On his 95th birthday last August Bob said to Shirley, "What the hell; lets go for 100."
I hope so.
Thank you to all who saw their New Year in with us last night - we love your festive spirits! - and thank you to all who dined with us during this past year - we appreciate you choosing to spend time with us in our little perch by the Gulf. Wishing everyone a wonderful 2017.
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