Introducing Guest Blogger Tom Benton
Tom Benton is a new friend who is extremely knowledgeable about food — and I’m pretty certain a whole lot else. He’s the kind of guy you want on your team when playing trivia, and to accompany you at 8 a.m. on a Saturday to check out the best BBQ in the world.
He is visiting his parents on the East Coast during a break from school and wrote me the wonderful late-night rant below from his parent’s home in Lexington, Virginia. The town is located three hours from D.C. for those of you planning a road trip to the Shenandoah Valley.
Read This and You Will Smile.
It’s been an interesting food trip so far. I’ve loved cooking in my parents’ proper kitchen and today discovered….oh my….the Red Hen.
Mixed Greens with Walnuts, Poached Pear and Maple Vinaigrette
Root Vegetable Soup
Soup and Salad
Beet Risotto
Lamb Curry with Wheatberries
Grilled Hamburger with Slow Cooked Egg Mayonnaise and Quinoa Salad
Seared Trout and Grits with Braised Kale
That’s it. Four entrees. I love this.
The single waiter was friendly but polished and clearly knew exactly what the hell was going on in his dining room.
And the food…so good. Nothing on the plate but what you see above. I guess they’re calling this ‘Nouveau American Barnyard’ or some shit in NYC. Local, straightforward, simple.
Iced tea with simple syrup on the side. And mignardises with the check! (Handwritten with careful style that matched every other god damn thing in the place.)
Fine. I want to hump this restaurant. I said it.
In contrast, we’ve been to a number of other places my parents wanted me to check out and while some of them did food and other things very well, there was always something really glaring that just didn’t make sense to me.
I don’t mean to sound like an uptight asshole – it’s not like these inconsistencies turned these experiences sour. They just puzzle the hell out of me. I just walked into your restaurant 20 minutes ago – why am I already confused by your basic intentions and what you might have been thinking?
We had a friend over for dinner tonight and my mom was joking that I’d spent my visit tearing down local eateries and my dad butted in: “I hope Tom scores a serious job when this grad school thing is done, because he’s acquired some pretty posh taste.”














