Up and autumn!
The season was once called “Harvest,” until “Autumn” began to replace it in the mid-15th Century. “Autumn” is a bit of a mysteryword; according to the online etymology dictionary, it comes from the Old French autumpne, automne (13c.), from Latin autumnus, which is of unknown origin. Perhaps from Etruscan. The adjective “autumnal” came into use around 1570.
As we Rochesterians know, autumn is a fleeting time for us. It can last months. It can last but a week or two.
We at The Xonuts Blog decided to bring you this special post, containing some new places and some old favorites, but all of which gave us an opportunity to try some autumnal menu items!
Jines Restaurant: Applejack on everything.
Next, we re-attended Steve’s Original Diner…
PopROC Fall Menu Release:
Highland Park Diner
The sweet potato (shred, obvi) was perfectly mixed with spicy sausage. A dangerous game.
Balsam Bagels.
The pumpkin bagels from Balsam, topped with pumpkin cream cheese, said, “Make no mistake about it, Buster: you’re in Hallowe’en-time.” If you were kidnapped and the kidnappers had to show your would-be ransom payer that you were still alive, but they didn’t want to walk down the street to buy today’s paper, they could just send a picture of you eating the pumpkin bagels with pumpkin cream cheese and your family member would go, “Ah, ok. We see that this picture is definitely taken around Hallowe’en-time. We don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
The cream cheese was a good mixture of sweet and savory, as all pumpkin-flavored things should be. The consistency was light and whipped; it was aeons lighter than any Dunkin’-type cream cheese you may have tried in a past life. Picture the creamiest of creamy peanut butter. Now go three (3) steps creamier. That’s how creamy the pumpkin cream cheese was.
The sleeper hit, tho, was the pumpkin muffin. Dense and not-falling-apart!! I guess you would say it was moist? Moist. Moist. Moist. Look at the picture above. You’ll see that, even when half destroyed, the units making up the remainder of the muffin maintained their position with perfect military discipline. The Greek phalanx of autumnal flavor marches through the Thermopylae of your teeth and into the heroic oblivion of your digestive system. Heroes. Heroes, all.
Don’t Miss: Pumpkin, pumpkin, everywhere.
