9/20/2006

Bronx grapes.

I called this blog a miscellany for a reason. I knew some days I would want to talk about crafting, some days I would want to subject you to some of my bad writing, and other days I would want to just wallow in self pity. But today, today I must tell you about the most amazing grape I've ever had. The Bronx grape.
I'll start by saying that maybe the environment I was in persuaded my taste buds, maybe I should try the Bronx grape when I am on 16th and Mission, knee deep in human fecal matter, standing in front of that nasty porn shop that I'm sure is a cover for something else. Last night, I had the good fortune of being at a friends house, surrounded by great people, in a nice big kitchen with dim lighting and big, lush plants everywhere. It was Chris's 30th birthday, and even though he seemed skeptical about turning 30 I assured him it was a good place to be. I was lucky enough to be seated at the table when Katie arrived, with Katie came raspberries, figs with honey, strawberries, and of course the Bronx grape. First of all how great is that fucking name? And what makes it even better is the heavenly taste of the grape, you would think with a name like the Bronx grape it would taste dirty, and flat, that it would look like an undernourished creature. The Bronx grape is perfectly round, slightly smaller than a concord. The Bronx tastes a little like concords, (which if you've never had a concord grape- they as someone so aptly described last night- have that "cartoon flavor" you think a grape should have) but these grapes just sort of melt on your tongue. Since I know I can't really do this grape justice, you can read about the origins of this grape here. And here is a picture, let me just say that this picture was the best I could find and does not really look like the grapes I ate, the ones we had last night were a lot paler and smaller and not as boastful. But these look pretty and I bet they taste divine.
An image search for the Bronx grape did pull up a poster shot of What's Eating Gilbert Grape, which made me a little nostalgic for the days when Leonardo DiCaprio was just a young lad untainted by hot tennis players and drugs. And it was a great movie, wasn't it? Anyway, if you live in SF you can buy the Bronx grape at Bi-Rite on 18th street, and then you can walk up to Dolores Park and sit on the hill there and look at the city and think about how happy you are to live in California.
Sorry for the cheese, tomorrow I'll be much more depressing. I promise.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

mmmmm....

have you ever had champaign grapes? they're pretty good too. just like you and your blog.

me wannabe said...

dude, we've been talking bronx grapes since they slid down our throat too....my oh my

j4 said...

what hot tennis player? he dates a supermodel. get your celebrity gossip straight...

and buy me some grapes!

t. said...

shit, j4 you're right. i thought my celebrity gossip knowledge was so good i didn't need to fact check, Gisele Bundchen is indeed a model. I think I was confusing her with Anna Kournikova who is actually dating Enrique Iglesias. i'll never make it to the pages of dlisted.

j4 said...

you're still behind! gisele is soooo last year. now he's dating bar rafaeli, an israeli model. google it. sheesh! when did my capacity for pointless celebrity gossip trivia surpass yours? catch up!

t. said...

i know he's not with her anymore, but that's who i thought was a tennis player. you're tough.