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Binghamton Ponderosa – not good

Went to my dad’s today with The New York Times, a couple of local papers and sandwich makins’.  It was a nice way to spend a Sunday.  I was especially  happy about having access to hard rolls.  They don’t call them hard rolls where we Sunday brunch at 50 main street in Binghamtonlive and they’re not really hard – not really.  When I was a child, the Sunday tradition in my family was to get the papers, hard rolls and butter by about 9:00 a.m.  Buttered rolls were then eaten with pots and pots of percolated Eight O’clock coffee.  We’d all sprawl out in the living room among the papers and hang out for hours, sometimes calling out interesting things we came across.  I would start perusing the news to see who had been killed or maimed in the preceding 24 hours.  Even then I was a macabre little shit.  I read a number of detective magazines starting at about age 11.  Ever read those?  My parents did not censor anything, to their credit.   Incidentally, my father now resides in what was once known as an “efficiency building,” which means more or less compact units for one or two working people.  I would guess the building was put up around 1930, the latest.  The interior is completely archaic and incredibly well-preserved.  Check out the mail slot at each apartment.  Later that evening Matt wanted to try Ponderosa, a reasonably-priced family steak house chain, which turned out to be not so good.  I used to frequent a Ponderosa in Wilkes-Barre when I lived there in the early 1980’s, and it was not bad, so it was on that basis that I agreed to visit the Front Street location in Binghamton.  Now, either my tastes have improved Old apartment parcel slot at 50 main in binghamton new york or the quality of the food went down.  The salad bar that was standard back in 1980 morphed into what can only be compared to a very low-end Vegas buffet.  There were several kinds of chicken, mashers, gravy, mac and cheese and the like along with the greenery, but I can’t say that the quantity now beats out the quality back in the day.  That said, the quantity starts to make sense when you see how small the steaks are.  I suppose loading patrons down with heavy, inexpensive starches is one way to take their minds off the steak, but you have to get up pretty early in the morning to fool Matthew.  While both our steaks were adequate tasting — what one can expect from a USDA Select grade of sirloin, which is what most budget steakhouses serve — he was fuming about the size.  He kept spearing it with his fork and holding it up for my inspection at various angles to make his point.

Detail on old parcel mail slot at 50 main street binghamton new york

Wal-Mart chix and Little Venice

Vestal new york wal-mart sign

If it wasn’t for the old school Southern Italian dinner, the visit to Wal-Mart, and the 102 F. temperature, it would have been like another day in Berkeley.  Oh, forgive us, Bay Area, for shopping at Wal-Mart!  We bought some underwear and chicken strips. 

Wal-mart chicken strips

Wal-Mart chicken strips

 Then we staggered across the parking lot to Barnes & Noble for iced coffee.  Thanks to computer networking of the highest caliber, we were able to use our discount card, no problem.  I would have sworn I was in the El Cerrito, CA branch.  Same color scheme, same author photographs, same wall sconces, same God-awful Godiva boxed candy and teapots on the cafe display shelves, same annoying nondescript world beat pounding in the background.  Plenty of Binghamton University students, from the looks of them. 

Calamari appetizer at Little Venice in Binghamton

Calamari at Little Venice in Binghamton

During a visit with my dad at his personal three-room inferno later in the day, he suggested we have a “real” Italian dinner.  “Real” meaning no skimping on the cheese and being served anything parmigiano on an oval silver platter, for starters.  Like at Rutha’s, on Northern Boulevard in Queens, now long gone, but the site of many a biscuit tortoni snarfed down by yours truly.  We followed orders and went to Little Venice Restaurant (111 Chenango Street), a Binghamton institution.  The street seemed kind of dead but when we went into the place via the back entrance there was a sudden cacophony — the joint was jumping!  We were quickly seated and menued in the large rectangular dining room and set about discussing options. 

Rigatoni parm at Little Venice in Binghamton

Rigatoni parm at Little Venice in Binghamton

Matt went with rigatoni parm and I with combo (chicken, meatball and sausage) parm.  We added fried calamari, which we soon regretted.  Not only were there no tentacles, but the rings were all of the same small diameter.  I’d like to know what happened to the rest of the squid involved.  If you only ate this dish here, you’d never know what a real calamaro looked like, but I guess that’s the point.  That and the ability to pour out prepared rings from a large freezer bag, though I have no proof of the latter.  The soup and salad were “eh” and we hoped the entrees were better.  They were, having plenty of melting mozzarella and a good house sauce.  That said, if I ever went back I would have the antipasto I eyed at the next table along with an entree.  I do admit to being surprised at how pricey Little Venice is given the economy of the area.  Even I don’t like to drop over $17 for a plate of mixed parmigiano.

Combo parm at Little Venice in Binghamton

Combo parm at Little Venice in Binghamton

Hot in Binghamton

86 degrees in Binghamton NY showing on car thermometer

Today we had the second of what I am sure will be many, many trips to Denny’s on Vestal Parkway with my dad.  He has about a million friends there,  all of whom are very concerned about his health and treat him like royalty.  We had coffee.  Lots of it.  It was hot as hell here again so the AC in Denny’s was a relief.  Always a great sign when it’s 86 F. when you get up in the morning.  Later on I went to the Lost Dog Cafe in downtown Binghamton, one of the only bistro-type cafe/restaurants in the area, to fill out housing forms for my dad in cool comfort, sipping on, in succession, a mango lassi and two iced coffees.  Matt and I then had supper at a terrible Chinese buffet on Front Street.  We knew better but went anyway for some retro action.  The food was bad, but not “Chinese food in Queens during the ’60’s” bad, which, if you lived in Queens during the ’60s, means a good kind of bad, at best, or a specific kind of bad, at worst, but was lousy in an all-encompassing way.  Goopy, cornstarchy entrees, deep fried mystery meat with fluorescent red sauce, fried shrimp that had petrified during an extended steam table stay.  The latter proved to be a limited problem, however, since most of what was in that tray consisted of empty shrimp-shaped sarcophagi anyway.  This is only a partial list of the horrors.  The saving grace was the hard ice cream (Hershey’s) that you could dip out yourself.  Thank God there was something there that these people didn’t make.  Never again.

From Cali to Binghamton

My son, Matthew, and I left for Binghamton, New York, today in order to spend some time with my dad, Frank, who has lung cancer and needs some help with paperwork.  Airlines generally give you no food for free and hawk snack packs these days, so we tried our luck in the airport between connecting flights instead.  In terms of the rip-off factor, Chi-town’s big dog of an airport is right up there.  We had some kind of mass passing itself off as a sandwich at Wofgang Puck’s fast food stand and then a hot Angus beef hero at matt in bed at motel 6 in binghamton ny in 2006 Quiznos.  This was the only time I ever had latter’s grub, and it was not bad.  These two items plus a couple drinks set us back $21 and change.  After getting up at 3:30 a.m. Cali time and then dealing with a 3-hour delay in Chicago, getting our rental car in Syracuse and then driving the 70-odd miles south to Binghamton, we were bedraggled when we arrived at the Motel 6.  Not too bedraggled, however, to miss the large diner on the same street, which we paid a visit to after some minor delousing.  The Spot Diner on Front Street in Binghamton was welcoming when we rolled in around 10:00 p.m.  Ah, the wonder of a diner menu!  Pages and pages of comfort food not to be found in much of the SF Bay Area, and, when it is, it is gussied up and fussy and expensive.  Although I knew this would be a difficult trip in terms of my father’s illness, it would at least allow us to eat at the same kind of diners we grew up with in Queens.  Matthew happily ordered the yee-ro when we noticed it was Greek-run, and I summoned the roast chicken dinner.  A half chicken, real mashers, corn and a biscuit — all covered with cream gravy.  That was after the small Greek salad and cup of Yankee bean soup.  All this for under $10.  While the Spot in no way measures up to greats like the Neptune, Bel-Aire and Keystone in Astoria, Queens, it was pretty good.  We fell into bed full and exhausted.  Incidentally, the Motel 6 in Binghamton is great.  The rooms are every bit as nice as the pricier chains, and this one is fairly new so it is very clean.  Big rooms and not tacky or seedy at all.

Daimo for Breakfast

Plate of BBQ duck at daimo

BBQ Duck at Daimo restaurant in Richmond, Cali

Today Steve and I took our Mothers to Daimo (3288A Pierce Street, Richmond) for some BBQ duck.  Daimo is a big, noisy comfortable place situated outside Pacific East Mall.  The menu is broad but heavily Cantonese.  Dim sum, noodles, BBQ, congee — like that.

Now, when Daimo’s BBQ duck is good, it is REALLY good.  It’s meaty and fragrant and served atop soybeans that quickly become bathed in duck fat as the meal progresses.

We rarely order BBQ duck anywhere else since it never measures up.

Given that celebrating an event and not worrying about saturated fat are synonymous in my family, we also ordered pig knuckles; Matthew’s upcoming graduation was more than enough to justify this plateful of sin.

pig knuckles at daimo

Pork Knuckles at Daimo restaurant in Richmond, Cali

Elaine and Matthew don’t go for knuckles, but my Mom, Steven and I were in stiff competition for a fair share of this gelatinous delight.

If you are in the area before 11 a.m. on a weekday, they have a great breakfast special that includes an item of your choice and a big bowl of congee (rice porridge) for around 6 bucks.  The item of my choice is always the steamed pork dumpling, which is a huge triangle of sticky rice stuffed with pork and salted duck egg and then steamed in a lotus leaf.  I would not suggest this meal to a person on a low glycemic diet, but it is tasty and will sustain you for hours if you are headed to nearby Costco.