Rants 'n' Ruminations

Work Ethic, Education, and Molito the Great

October 20, 2013    » posted by: admin

If you are reading this you have been, like me , born into a life of privilege. Access to the internet, having time to recreationally read, and interest in a blog written by a chef who cooks in a funky, but mildly upscale restaurant are all signs that you have received a certain level of education. As much as we judge our past and the factors that influence it we have been given an education and reap the benefits daily. You have a good job, strong opinions, and a belief in a better place for the next generation based on your philosophies and values.

Chapter 3, sort of - $40,000 and I still can't cook. A critical essay about culinary school.

May 25, 2013    » posted by: admin

In the news lately a number of jabs have been taken at my alma mater as I prepared this story. Story became essay, back to story, into manifesto, …edited and retracted but not diluted. The Culinary Institute of America, and culinary schools in the United States in general have come under much needed scrutiny in the last few years after having unquestioned control over how a young aspiring chef should go about achieving their dreams.

The State of the Union

November 9, 2012    » posted by: charlieredd

When I started to plan what would become RnR a very important part of it was the location. I wanted to put the restaurant in a neighborhood that could support the casual, local, and special cooking from America that was coming together in my mind. The cooking, decor, and vibe would be one of acceptance without exception because that was what I believed made America so special. Being a Southerner in New England from Oregon via New Mexico, New Orleans, Nebraska, California, and Virginia gave me a sense of the fantastic array of cooking that is called American.

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The Father's Day Massacre

June 14, 2012    » posted by: charlieredd

The Father’s Day Massacre

I think I can finally talk about Father’s Day last year. This story has been in the editing stage since the massacre happened at 4257 Washington St on Father’s Day 2011. It is time to come clean to all the patient families, irate hungry decaffeinated parents, to the poor couple at table 4 whose daughter flung the champagne flute across the dining room at the peak of the hysteria, and to the couple that flipped me the bird as they walked out. I’m terribly sorry, but there is a story to be told, it goes like this….  »read more

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Sleeping with the Bottles

March 13, 2012    » posted by: admin

I had just turned 21 when I realized I had to go. I had dropped out of college after my first year, moved back to my hometown, and was working a nowhere job. I was pining away for an old girlfriend, living in an awful little apartment and drove a sad excuse for a car that didn’t have reverse most of the time. Some family friends had visited the Virgin Islands and showed me pictures of the trip, and I saw a bunch of young kids about my age in the periphery of the photos.

Records, Details, Memories

February 19, 2012    » posted by: charlieredd

After a few days off around the holidays to reflect and evaluate where we are here at the restaurant I thought it would be fun to share about where the thought process went and is continuing to go. It all started with records.  »read more

Name That Drink : The Creation of a Cocktail List

November 9, 2011    » posted by: Matt

Last Friday, as I quickly ducked into the local wine shop to grab a bottle of white for the house, I heard a young woman exclaiming into her cell phone in the next aisle.

“This. Is. PERFECT!”. Just like that, too.

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Ferran Adria, mentor from afar

September 3, 2011    » posted by: charlieredd

What does an avant garde chef in Catalonia have to do with a Southern boy with a deep love for pulled pork and all things traditional? Everything. Who is this bad mama jama? If you don’t know look him up and get ready for a lengthy list to come up. The most famous chef in the world is a quick sum up. But I’m not trying to write about who he is, but what he is to me.  »read more

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An open letter to the Boston Globe restaurant critic Devra First

July 25, 2011    » posted by: charlieredd

Dear Devra:

First, thank you for coming to Roslindale, our quiet section of Boston. I am glad you thought enough of our project to come and consider us for a visit. Since the moment you first followed our Twitter account, I was excited and nervous about your visit. Now, on the eve of our scheduled review, I thought it would be fun (especially considering our past conversations where I criticized your rating system while praising your prose and quest for umami as the elusive Delicious), to tell the story about what I went through in anticipation of tomorrow.

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Chapter 2: Summer Camp

July 19, 2011    » posted by: charlieredd

So where does a good Southern boy go to summer camp? Cooperstown NY, of course. No, not a baseball prodigy.I was scared of the ball. Beaver Cross was an Episcopal church camp run by the diocese of Albany that is within driving distance of my Oma's summer house in the Adirondacks where we would spend the summer. As I left the Outback with little ambitions for the summer I contacted Deacon Betty and she hired me as kitchen help for the summer. I got room and board, some scratch at the end of the summer, and got to be STAFF at the camp I went to as a kid. What else is there in life?