Stroud's in Kansas City

Dear Food Getaway: Kansas City (and Lawrence)

About a month ago I journeyed north to my former home Kansas to visit my girlfriends. I am a big fan of the Kansas City food scene and was pleased to find little Lawrence had added a few new haunts for me to become acquainted with. 

The first thing anyone should know when visiting Kansas City is that you’re going to eat BBQ—a lot of it—and you’re going to order the ribs. Those are the rules and you must follow them. Everyone has their favorite spot, but my favorite BBQ in all the land is Joe’s Kansas City (formerly Oklahoma Joe’s, RIP sweet angel). I’ve eaten a lot of BBQ in my time. I’ve had it from most regions of the country. I live in a BBQ mecca. But nothing can keep me from my love of KC BBQ (but Texas brisket is a close second). That’s why my first stop on my weekend getaway had to be Joe’s. And we got the ribs. OH, and it’s absolutely sacrilegious if you don’t order the fries. But share them. And if you don’t order an extra side of bread we’re in a fight. This is how you do Joe’s Kansas City; don’t argue.

My ultimate love letter to eggs Benedict

Extra, extra! Read all about eggs Benedict!

Extra, extra! Read all about eggs Benedict!

It’s been a quiet week for me here at DF, not because I haven’t been eating (preposterous thought) but because I’ve been working on a food story. Better yet, the food story is for the Lawrence Journal-World, where I work.

My editor noticed my (somewhat unhealthy) obsession for this breakfast food (here, here and here) and suggested I write something.

Go around town and try all the eggs Benedicts I can? Chat with people about its deliciousness and brunch history? It seemed insurmountable to express my love in such a manner but I did it. Take a look at the story here.

The two questions people have asked me are: Which is your favorite? Are you sick of them yet? The answers: I love them all equally like children. The only thing I’m sick of is typing the word ‘Benedict.’

Sneak peek: Mariscos blue crab Benedict

Sneak peek: Mariscos blue crab Benedict

Dear Hot Box Cookies,

Let’s begin by establishing the fact that if I could sustain on cookies for the rest of my life, I think I would. At first, when the frozen yogurt place that used to be on Mass St. closed, I was very sad. But like a beam of sunlight, a cookie shop filtered through the sugary clouds and once again, I have a go-to place for treats during the day.

Cookies at Hot Box are warm and gooey with that fresh-out-of-the-oven taste. I haven’t tried all the flavors yet, but the chocolate varieties are top notch.

Love,
A

Don't bother reaching for these delectable delights, they're on a lazy Susan for your convenience.

Don’t bother reaching for these delectable delights, they’re on a lazy Susan for your convenience.

There's a lot of yummy cookies on there, but my eyes are on those chocolatey ones up front.

There’s a lot of yummy cookies on there, but my eyes are on those chocolatey ones up front.

Dear Ramen Bowls,

Hakata tonkotsu shoyu ramen from Ramen Bowls

Hakata tonkotsu shoyu ramen from Ramen Bowls

First of all, let’s talk about how much I dig the idea of a ramen restaurant. I don’t have Top Ramen/college flashbacks because the noodles are flown in from Hawaii. Ramen Bowls, you’re legit. Not only are you legit, but any place that encourages me to get my slurp on is OK in my book. A hot, flavorful bowl of noodles, soup, veggies and tender meat makes these cold days melt away.

I can’t wait to get sick so I can stay home and slurp up some more of this goodness.

Love,
Alma

Dear Elvis burger,

Dear Elvis burger,

The Elvis burger from The Burger Stand

The Elvis burger from The Burger Stand

I could make endless Elvis Presley jokes about this unsuspectingly delicious blend of banana puree and crunchy, I’m guessing in-house peanut butter, but I won’t waste those precious minutes laughing and giggling when I could be eating. The only thing missing: bacon. It’s how the King would have wanted it.

Love,
Alma

Dear Encore Cafe,

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I’m actually offended with myself that it took so long for me to find you. Hold on a moment while I give myself a good hand slap. Your chow fun is to die, the calamari is from my fantasy, and I wish you were next to my house so I could walk to you every day. But then I’d be fat and poor, and I’d be OK with that. Please never leave me.

Encore Cafe can be found at 1007 Massachusetts St. in the heart of Lawrence, Kansas.

Farmers’ Market Pizza

Dear Lawrence Farmers’ Market,

It may be early in the season, but you have just the right ingredients to prepare a spring-fresh pizza. Wild mushrooms, green garlic, spinach, asparagus and fresh rosemary are the elements that compose a pizza of the gods. Lest I forget the ancient wheat used to make a homemade crust. Oh my soul. Let’s live together in happiness and bliss forever and ever.

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Love,

A Pizza Lover

The Best Pasta Ever

Dear Dijon Chicken Pasta,

You’re the best pasta in Lawrence and located in a gas station. Your creamy sauce and hearty chicken bites make my heart pitter patter. The thick fettuccine noodles visit me in my dreams. But the bacon. Oh the bacon. You are truly the star of the talent show. You bring us all together as a family. You leave me begging for more and make me do the ugly cry so you won’t sneak out on me in the middle of the night. You can’t make this up.

Love,
N

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