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Steven Satterfield is the chef and co-owner of Miller Union in Atlanta, Georgia. In 2010, Miller Union was named one of Bon Appétit magazine’s "10 Best New Restaurants in America," one of Esquire magazine’s "Best New Restaurants" and a semifinalist for the James Beard Foundation’s “Best New Restaurant” Award. We're not ones to jump to conclusions, but yeah, he's obviously doing something right.
How does one do it, you ask? Well lucky for us, we're being allowed to peek behind the wizard's...er...chef's curtain.
Favorite Secret Culinary Weapons: Steven Satterfield
Philadelphians are loco for Four Loko. And at Adsum Restaurant, it was standing room only — just to get a taste.
On Monday, chef and owner Matt Levin put his culinary skills to the test with a food pairing extravaganza featuring the "blackout-in-a-can," Four Loko.
The $35, three-course dinner started with two seatings, but quickly grew to four. All were sold out.
“I kind of put it up on Twitter as a joke a few weeks ago and within about 3 minutes I had 40 people that said they were in, and at that point we had to do it,” said Levin, who opened Adsum, Latin for “I am present,” in July. The cozy eatery is located in the Queen Village section of South Philly with a menu full of refined comfort food like macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, burgers and duck fat fries.
“It's foods I’d want to eat every night after work,” he said.
Remember when we had kvetch week a while back and all manner of folks weighed in on the myriad ways their fellow diners/shoppers/drinkers/party-goers collectively curdle their cream?
Yeah, we're back in that place. Perhaps it's the free-flowing boozeahol at seasonal soirees, the stress of the season or the overwhelming dynamic of the undifferentiated family ego mass that our shrink keeps going on about (at the tune of $100 an hour), but holy heck, have we run into some badly-behaved families out at dinner in the last short while.
Most notably, this past Friday, a multi-generational group of approximately two-dozen people, clearly out for their annual holiday soiree, screamed, bloviated and otherwise harshed the mellow of the other patrons in our local bistro for the better part of an hour, completely oblivious to anyone's happiness but their own. We sat at our table as members of the family smashed up against us, chatting in the aisles, kid picking his nose and licking his finger, adults screeching back and forth over the tops of our heads about health matters, the whereabouts of Rina's coat and where that lazy, lazy waitress was with Grandpa's leftovers.
As said server was impeded in the blocked-up aisles, we sat there, getting hungrier and hungrier, getting whacked on the shoulders by swinging gift bags and increasingly, unwillingly intimate with the minutiae of these strangers' lives as they took their sweet time to collect themselves and leave. By the time the food arrived, our mood was thoroughly spoiled (as we could tell was that of those at tables nearby) and we just wanted to leave.
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