March 18, 2012

Breakfast with the Duke, Frontier and Me

When I first learned that Frontier Restaurant had been chosen by Little Lee’s followers, I went to their Web site to peruse the menu and familiarize myself with it. Two things immediately caught my eye…images of the Western movie legend, John Wayne and a GIANT sweet roll…both prominently displayed on the Web site’s home page. The sweet roll looked like the same one my grandmother had treated me to as a kid in San Marcos, Texas at a place called Gil’s Broiler. The “Manske Roll”  was a cinnamon roll roughly the size of my head. Unlike cinnamon rolls you’d pick up at the market, the Manske Roll wasn’t dripping in icing. Rather, it was always drenched in butter, I mean, margarine. I said, “Well, we’ll see if this sweet roll lives up to the Manske.”

John Wayne was probably my favorite actor growing up. To me, he epitomized the essence of cool. Any restaurant that would adorn their walls with his likeness had to be cool.

As I made my way down Route 66, where Frontier is located, the architecture caught my attention. This must have been THE place back in its heyday. Motor courts, probably from the 30s and 40s, sat alongside motels of the 50s, 60s and 70s. Coffee shops and old gas stations harkened back to a time of soda fountains and juke boxes, drive ins and sock hops. I bet if Bugs Bunny would have actually taken a left at Albuquerque, he would have ended up here.

This stretch of Route 66 is cool and funky. The tempo…young and energetic. I noticed the hustle and bustle of the street corner just opposite the University of New Mexico. Lo and behold…it was the Frontier Restaurant.

I walked in and was instantly filled with sheer delight…wagon wheel chandeliers, southwestern-inspired art lining the walls, little kids and college students running about and a life-size mural of John Wayne staring at me from a distance.

Dorothy Rainosek welcomed me into her home-away-from-home and introduced her husband and co-owner of Frontier, Larry Rainosek.

Both Larry and Dorothy were incredibly gracious, their cheery smiles brighter than the great red shirts they were stylin’.

Larry asked me if I needed anything to drink then led me to a soda fountain that resembled something from The Jetsons. I found out it was Coca Cola’s latest and greatest called Coca Cola Freestyle. The fountain serves up to 125 different flavors of soft drinks as well as flavored waters, sports drinks and more. I chose Dasani Peach Flavored Water with a little soda and I was in heaven.

Larry noticed my equipment and knew I might need some room. “Why don’t we head down to Dining Room 5.” I loved the fact that they had a “7-minute-wait-from-this-point” sign, and as I walked past it, I had a feeling the Frontier Restaurant was going to deliver.

I set up my equipment in Dining Room 5, aka the Rug Room. To keep costs down, Larry and Dorothy lined the walls and the ceiling with rugs to improve the acoustics. But, what it did was enhance the ambience of the space. I totally dug the rugs.

I sat with Larry first and Dorothy joined a short while later. I began my interview with a typical background question. “So, are you from Albuquerque?”

Larry responded, “No, actually I’m from Austin, Texas.”

I was amazed. “Well, I’m from San Marcos!” (By the way, San Marcos is about 20 minutes south of Austin!)

He looked equally amazed. “Do you know Gil’s Broiler?”

I exclaimed, “Gil’s Broiler…Home of the Manske Roll?”

He said, “Well, yes, that’s my brother.”

I was in shock. “Your brother owns Gil’s Broiler?!”

After we both realized how small a world we live in, he told me how he began his own breakfast adventure as a youth in Austin working for his mentor, Roland Manske, at his restaurant. Aha! That’s where “Manske” came from…I thought for sure it was another word for “totally awesome!”

Larry and Dorothy moved to Albuquerque and began Frontier in 1971. Since then, the small restaurant with just one dining room now serves roughly 200 to 300 covers per hour on the weekend and has gained legions of fans, myself included.

Now…onto breakfast…which I called A Few of My Favorite Things.

Larry sat down with a giant tray of New Mexican specialties: Western Hash Browns, Carne Adovada burrito, Huevos Rancheros made with Frontier’s Green Chile Stew and a homemade tortilla. To top it off – a glass of freshly squeezed OJ and the Frontier Roll. I’m salivating as I’m thinking of it.

First up, the Western Hash Browns…green chilies, cheese and potatoes. Need I say more? Of course I will. They’re like regular hash browns, just kicked up a notch…well, try several notches. And, speaking of kickin’, let’s talk green chilies. I had heard about New Mexico chilies, but this was the first time I’d tried them in New Mexico. Wow. They were flavorful and spicy, but just the right amount of spice. Add cheese and perfectly julienned grilled potatoes, and what do you have…perfection, that’s what.

Next, Huevos Rancheros. Yes, please, I’ll have another! I’ve had Huevos Rancheros before, but never with green chile stew….it’s something I highly recommend. Even though Huevos Rancheros come with a corn tortilla, you can not pass up Frontier’s freshly made flour tortillas. They’re just the right tool to sop up the rest of that green chile stew.

Okay…onto the Carne Adovada burrito. The burrito is probably one of the least expensive items on the menu. It’s not too terribly big – perfect for a breakfast on the go. Now, if you can’t handle spice, this might not be for you. The adovada is made from the New Mexico red chile so it has more of a kick than the green. But, if you can handle a little, then by all means, go for it. With each bite, my nose ran a little more, but I couldn’t seem to stop eating. The flavor was addicting and I was happy to acquiesce.

I washed each meal down with their freshly squeezed orange juice. I saw the contraption whipping out each glass with my own two eyes. Trust me – it goes directly from the orange into your glass.

The pièce de résistance…the Frontier Roll. I couldn’t wait to devour it. I asked Larry if I should just use my hands because “we’re all family here” and he said, “Well, if you use a fork you can dig right into the center.” Of course! How silly of me. Another tip Larry gave me was that if you can’t finish the Frontier Roll, take it home with you and if you have a toaster oven, toast it upside down…it’s even better!

I dove in and it was just as good as the Manske Roll…a fitting end to my first New Mexican breakfast chow down.

I bid farewell to Larry and Dorothy who I promised I would visit should I find myself back in Albuquerque. And, if you happen to wind up there, give yourself a treat and make Frontier Restaurant a stop during your stay in the ABQ. And, please tell them Little Lee sent you!

November 10, 2011

The Doctor Is In!

Orange Zest/Cranberry Pancakes from Dock Mike's Pancake House

Waking up at 4 a.m. for my third breakfast in America proved to be a lot harder than I had anticipated. The night before, I took a trip to Glen Mills, Pennsylvania for what would prove to be an epic fright night. The Bates Motel Halloween Haunt (ranked by the Weather Channel as #4 on their Top Ten Haunts for 2011) was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Fortunately, I met a father and his two sons who took me under their wings and guided me through the haunted hay ride, the haunted corn maze and the ultimate in haunts…The Bates Motel. Needless to say, I spooked myself right out of a good night sleep. Yet, even when the alarm blared at that horrific hour, I sprang into action knowing I’d be on my way to another great adventure.

Just as the morning before, it was dark, crisp and misty – so different from my home in Palm Desert. I breathed in and smelled Wilmington for the last time. I packed my car and headed to Sea Isle City, New Jersey which was approximately an hour and a half from where I was staying.

I was so excited. I plugged in my mp3 and started a random play…first came Adele, then a little Led Zeppelin, k.d. lang and some Lady Gaga….I was on my way.

As I approached New Jersey’s beach cities, the sun began to blanket the morning with a soft, calming glow. I think I might have been on US-9 or Shore Road when I saw one of the most beautiful sights. In fact, I had to stop for that majestic photo op.  At my left – a lake.  A lake hugged by a forest dressed in fall’s best and brightest. I’d never seen trees that color before. I immediately stopped my car and jumped out into the chilly morning air. Steam was rising off the water. It looked like a scene from a Merchant/Ivory movie. I quickly aimed and shot. To my surprise, in the distance…two glorious swans wishing me good morning.

After I pinched myself, I got back in my car and made my way to Sea Isle City.

Sea Isle City isn’t a big town. I don’t even think it breaks the 3,000 mark.  Situated on Ludlam’s Island in Cape May County, it is just 35 minutes from Atlantic City – in fact, I could see Sin City East from where I was standing.

Sea Isle City is a booming beach community, but in late October…it’s a sleepy little place.

I turned onto Landis Avenue and could feel the anticipation mount. I passed 42nd street, 43rd, 44th…and there it was…4615 Landis Avenue – Dock Mike’s Pancake House.

The restaurant’s bright yellow paint and flowers just made me want to check it out. I gathered my gear and actually headed to the beach – a stone’s throw from the restaurant. The smile I had when I landed in Philadelphia on October 28 was still there. I was mystified looking at the Atlantic ocean – I was actually here. My smile widened, I snapped some shots and made my way to Dock Mike’s.

As I walked back, a gentleman greeted me. I asked, “Are you Michael?” He said, “Yes, are you Lee?” We exchanged pleasantries and went inside.

I felt like I was at home…home if I was a bona fide homemaker. The interior was warm and inviting. One of Michael’s employees, Sandy, greeted me with a friendly hello and I set up shop…camera, microphone, a wing and a prayer.

Michael Tramutolo is the owner of Dock Mike’s Pancake House. He and his wife, Maria, started Dock Mike’s nearly 25 years ago…together. I found that amazing. To still be in business and  still be married…my hat is off to them! Michael was a pre-med student working his way to becoming a doctor. After college graduation, he realized he wanted to do something else. He told Maria, “I want to own my own pancake house.” So, with $3,000 and a handshake from the owner of the original building, he and Maria started Dock Mike’s…and yes, it’s Dock Mikes…not Doc Mikes…a clever play on words.

Michael and I talked about my breakfast adventure. He couldn’t believe I had come all the way from California to eat at his restaurant. I couldn’t believe the “Michael” of Dock Mike’s was allowing me to interview him!

I perused the menu. I noticed nearly 25 different kinds of pancakes and everything made fresh to order. There were peanut butter/chocolate pancakes, pina colada pancakes and sweet potato pancakes just to name a few. But, then there were their golden brown waffles, omelets and, of course, their own Pocket French Toast – a thick piece of toast with fresh fruit stuffed inside, then cooked on the grill and topped with powdered sugar. I wasn’t quite ready to go there so I opted for something just as unique – orange zest/cranberry pancakes topped with orange marmalade butter.

What? Uh huh…I said that. I honestly can’t describe the flavor…it’ll pale in comparison to the experience of eating it. But, here it goes. The flavor is completely unexpected. What you might think would be tart or bitter is actually fragrant and sweet. The orange zest brings a very slight citrus flavor that, amazingly, does not overwhelm the dish. The cranberry gives it a little tartness and in just the right amount.

I like my pancakes thin. These are not and they are perfect that way. The batter was light and fluffy and did not compete with any of the other elements. In fact, all the flavors seemed utterly simpatico. Oh yes…then came the orange marmalade butter. I’m not a fan of orange marmalade, but add butter and it’s my best friend.

The dish was to die for. I quickly gobbled them up – with each bite, a bit of sadness, knowing the next would lead to my last.

Michael offered me another cup of coffee. “No, but thank you,” I said. I couldn’t get one more thing in my stomach. One of Dock Mike’s regulars, Elaine, helped with some photos and I was off to the airport.

It was the best way to finish my first breakfast trip for Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA.

If you can, you must. Check out Dock Mike’s Pancake House in both Sea Isle City and Cape May, New Jersey.

To Michael, I’m so happy you chose flippin’ pancakes over penning prescriptions!

November 2, 2011

Daddypops!

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Love Daddypops Diner! Thank you to Ken and Debbie Smith and Mary for your hospitality.

November 2, 2011

Who’s Your Daddy?

My day began very, very early for my second breakfast trip for Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA. An untimely and unseasonal nor’easter had pummeled Pennsylvania and the surrounding areas pretty hard the night before I was to visit Daddypops Diner in Hatboro. The nasty storm downed trees and power lines, leaving millions without electricity and me with lots to worry about. Would the roads be closed? Would I even know how to drive in the snow? Would Daddypops even be open for business?

I called Ken Smith, the owner of Daddypops the night before just to make sure we were still on for our 6:30 a.m. appointment and, to my delight, we were.

I got on the road a little before 5 a.m. In Wilmington (where I was staying), the snow had stopped falling and the streets were clear. I felt pretty confident that I’d make it to Daddypops in one piece. Well, that’s until I approached Pennsylvania. Snow was still gripping the ground and the words “black ice” kept filling my head as I approached intersections and freeway on-ramps. It was nerve-wracking yet worth every last nerve the treacherous drive worked in me.

When I reached Hatboro it was still dark. Yet, it was exactly how I pictured a quaint Pennsylvania town would look. I felt immediately at ease. As I slowly navigated along North York Road, the town’s main thoroughfare, I noticed a building that looked as if it had been transported from the 1950s and dropped onto Hatboro’s main street. It was Daddypops.

I gingerly walked up the icy stairs and made my way inside. I was greeted by the Wicked Witch of the East who was perched atop an “exercycle” – Daddypops was donning its full Halloween regalia. From floor to ceiling, Ken always decorates the cozy 51-seat diner for every holiday. It was great fun.

Ken and his trusted employee, Mary, welcomed me as if I was an old friend. So did some of the regulars who were sitting at the counter (a counter flanked on either end by authentic barber chairs). In fact, “Joe” wished me Happy Halloween by handing me a candy bar.

Ken and his lovely wife Debbie were incredibly gracious. We sat and talked a while…and then came the pumpkin flaps.

Simple pumpkin pancakes. No butter. Just pure maple syrup. Ken said, “Lee, I have only one rule. You gotta eat ‘em while they’re hot.” This would most certainly not present a problem for me. The aroma and flavor reminded me of homemade pumpkin pie and I LOVE pumpkin pie. As directed, the flaps went down hot and fast. I couldn’t believe the flavor.

Ken, Debbie and I visited a little longer. They talked about Hatboro in it’s heyday and we promised to keep in touch…and I certainly will.

If you want to experience a piece of nostalgia and one darn good breakfast, visit Daddypops Diner in Hatboro, Pennsylvania. They are located at 232 North York Road. Tell them Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA sent you!

October 28, 2011

First Breakfast!

Well, one down, 49 more states to go! Today couldn’t have gone any better. The crew at Helen’s Sausage House in Smyrna, Delaware was incredibly accommodating. I was allowed to go behind the scenes in their kitchen…which is where all the magic happens at Helen’s.

But, first, I want to thank Butch Murphy (Helen’s son) for being such a gracious host. I felt like a celebrity walking in there! I would also like to thank Helen’s crew who was working today and for putting up with my filming: Kim, Jane, Terry, Tina and Brenda.

Helen’s Sausage House has been around for nearly 31 years and is open six days a week…they definitely need a day off because they are BUSY! I was told by Butch that there are many times when it is standing room only in their modest 18 to 20-seat diner.

I ate a pretty traditional breakfast…two eggs over easy, potatoes, toast and sausage. However, what sets this traditional breakfast apart is Helen’s sausage. It is Helen’s own family recipe. Because it is in such high demand they actually need a purveyor with a large enough kitchen to make it. They just don’t have the room or the man power. So, Kirby & Holloway in Harrington, Delaware makes it for them.

I loved the vibe in Helen’s. Very laid back atmosphere complete with an Elvis room! They have a no-nonsense approach to food. The menu features basics like two eggs and bacon and, for those of you who are adventurous, they also have something called scrapple. I’m still on the fence about scrapple, but perhaps I wasn’t that into it because I’d just eaten a HUGE breakfast.

I can see why they were voted #1 by Gourmet magazine. The sausage was so flavorful…my mouth is watering right now as I’m thinking about it.

I addition to Gourmet, they were also honored by the former governor of Delaware, Best of Delaware by Delaware Today and Food Network Magazine. Their wall of fame (found in the Elvis room) is loaded with accolades. I hope the certificate from Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA makes it up there too.

After I finished eating and filming at Helen’s, I took a quick tour of Smyrna and it’s quaint historic district. What’s more, it is fall and fall looks pretty good on Smyrna.

If you plan on visiting Delaware, please check out Helen’s Sausage House. They are located at 4866 North Dupont Highway. Their hours are Monday – Saturday from 4 a.m. to 2 p.m.

Run, don’t walk, to Helen’s!

October 28, 2011

Helen’s Sausage House

Helen's Sausage House

Thank you to Helen’s Sausage House. You guys were great!

September 25, 2011

Donations are now accepted!

Donations for Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA are now being accepted! If my blog has inspired you, please help me keep it going. Any donation is greatly appreciated! A portion of all proceeds will go to a local food bank in the area where I’ll be eating breakfast. Thank you!!

September 8, 2011

Delaware Breakfast Suggestions Needed!

Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA needs your suggestions! Please visit our Facebook page and post your favorite breakfast spot in Delaware. Delaware is the first state in the union and the first stop for Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA. I will visit Delaware on Friday, October 28. As of now, we have three breakfast suggestions. Surely, there must be more!

August 29, 2011

Chasing a dream…and pancakes

I’m not a food critic or a chef. I couldn’t tell you what temperature works best when cooking grits or how to cook an egg sunny side up…my eggs are better scrambled…they’re guaranteed to be edible that way. So, the more I think about Little Lee’s BREAKFAST IN AMERICA, the more I ask myself, “What on earth are you thinking?” But, I figure, if there’s any country that allows me, heck, dares me to chase my dream…it’s America.

And, who cares if my dream means chasing pancakes or huevos rancheros? What better way is there to experience America than by eating? None, I tell you. Well, for me anyhow.

I am an eater – a gourmand of a sort – and I’m really good at it. I love everything about eating. I love the smells, the sounds, the conversations around food. Eating is what brings families together, where stories are created and bodies are nourished. In fact, some of my favorite memories involve eating…like having the strongest cup of coffee with my brother-in-law while enjoying a stack of home-cooked pancakes with my sister or writing poetry with my friends while devouring the Cold Blue Special from Blueberry – one of the best breakfast spots in Santa Monica, California (unfortunately no longer in operation). These memories will last a lifetime…and now, I have more on the way!

Two questions…what’s your favorite memory of breakfast? And, what’s your dream?

August 28, 2011

Matthew’s Favorite Breakfast – Austin, Texas

Matthew's Favorite Breakfast

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