Dish

1100 O St. Lincoln, NE 68508 • (402) 475-9475 • dishdowntown.com

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Just blocks from the Cornhuskers’ campus, which basically makes up 25% of Lincoln, you will find a surprisingly sophisticated restaurant. Granted the bar out here is about as low as city’s skyline. And although Dish boasts a horribly dated 80’s décor (sadly not due to theme or sardonic intent) I found myself liking the place.

The largest contribution to the likeage of which I speak came very early on in the form of an Ultimate Cornbread. I guess that’s to be expected in corn country. Served up as crispy cubes of sweet corn and jalapeno, topped with candy bacon. It might just be the greatest thing Lincoln has ever done, including winning the National Title. So wonderfully crusty on the outside and moist on the inside, with spicy and sweet contrasts, I could’ve just done two plates of these and called it a day.

The other appetizer on the table, the scallop bruschetta, was also pretty good, but after tasting that cornbread I decided to focus my efforts elsewhere. That said, it’s much less interesting than it sounds. Basically a thinly sliced disk of scallop placed over a crostini.

Come entrée time, I kinda had my sights missile-locked on something beef related. After all, it’s also cattle county. But strangely enough, the majority of the menu is actually seafood, which is bold for a land-locked state. Regardless, I stayed on target and went with the one meat dish, the filet, which was definitely good, but a bit heavy on the garlic. Granted, when you cut it with the jalapeno drizzle on plate, the result was quite tasty.

The only true misses for me, apart from décor, came during dessert where Dish went a dismal 1 for 4. The flourless chocolate cake with mint ice cream tasted no better than something you might expect to be served in a small town diner guilty of overreaching its capabilities. And the grilled peach trifle wasn’t much better. The truffle trio, however, was a step in the right direction, but that was probably more a dimension of comparative goodness, tasting like a notch above a Whitman’s Sampler.

But the best of the four came as a bit of a shock to be honest. The ginger gelato was creamy and refreshing and palate cleansing, which was much appreciated after three sub par desserts that I only wish I could have also cleansed from my waistline.

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Rocks on the Roof

102 W Bay St. Savannah, GA 31401 • (912) 721-3800bohemianhotelsavannah.com

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Ahh, the magic of photography. I mean just one look at this picture and you’re probably in your car heading to the Bohemian Hotel right now. But I assure you that it looks absolutely NOTHING like this in person. Maybe for a scant 15 minutes at golden hour when you’re really, really drunk. For the other 23 hours and 45 minutes a day it looks like a black expanse over the Savannah River filled with swampy brush, industrial warehouses and an ugly rooftop Hyatt courtyard to the right. On the plus side there is a nice fire pit on the right to help distract you.

Back on the downside, the decor inside feels like it was decorated in the 80’s and the crowd is not exactly what one would call inspiring. Sure, there was an occasional promising couple here or there, but for the most part you felt like you were in Compton sipping Gin and Juice. If only the drinks were as tasty as that, though. And I took special offense to their “Ultimate Bloody Mary,” using a term, MY TERM, to modify something so unworthy it only served to dilute the meaning of the word itself, feeding into consumer skepticism. making my own “Ultimates” section less credible by osmosis. But I assure you, my Ultimate Bloody Mary will not disappoint (coming soon; see Burger and Barrel).

And as piss-poor as the Bloody Mary was, their bellini was a pea in piss-poor pod. Flavorless and unfinishable. In fact, we left both drinks stranded, half full.

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