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The Blue Door Pub

First off, that is a great name for a pub.  Simple.  Unpretentious.  Easily shortened: the Blue Door.  Rolls right off the tongue.  Unique, as not to be confused with another establishment.  Great name.

Our good friends, Miles and Sarah, were in town for a preaching convention (yeah, I now know more pastors than I had ever thought possible).  Since we don’t get to see each other in the flesh all that often, we decided to go out and have supper together.  Miles, being a fellow food lover, suggested The Blue Door Pub in the Highland Park area of St. Paul.  This was a great choice because it is close and they have amazing food.  The downside is that everyone around the area knows that they have great food.  Which translated into a 45 minute wait for a table at 6:30 pm on a Thursday.

Ob-la-di.

The main reason (other than good food and good company) Miles wanted to have the Spam Bites.

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They look innocent enough . . .

As previously noted, I do love me some Spam.  So, basically, there was no possible way this evening was ending without having some Spam.  We also ordered the Deep Fried Pickles and Cheese Curds for our appetizers.

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I’m going to start referring to this plate as The Holy Trinity of The Blue Door Pub.

The spam bites went beyond my wildest dreams.  The bites consisted of diced spam and diced pickles, held together in a mass of cream cheese.  Then gloriously battered and deep fried.  If you’ve ever had the pickle/cream cheese/ham wraps before, these tasted just like that.  Deep fried pickles are out of this world.  The tart vinegar taste pairs very nicely with the beer batter and the garlic aioli.  Cheese curds are a Midwest staple (the really good ones squeak against your teeth).  They only improve if you batter them and deep fry ’em.  If you’ve never had any of these before, I most definitely recommend it.  Just not too often.  You know, heat attacks and such.

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I present to you the Merriam Park Juicy Blucy.

The burger of choice that night was the Merriam Park Juicy Blucy.  Three out of four of us ordered it, and it will make sense as to why in just a sec.  The Merriam Park is a hamburger stuffed with bacon, bleu cheese, and garlic.  Them topped with a red currant jelly.  See?  You want one too, huh?  All of the stuffing makes for a really rich and full bodied bite.  That’s where the jelly comes in.  It gives that bite just a hint of sweet and tart to balance out the flavor.  At the moment, it is my clear favorite Blucy.  I opted for the deep fried green beans as a side.  Though it was a close call because their tater tots are worlds beyond your fondest memory of them as a kid.  Really.  They are that good.

So if you ever find yourself in St. Paul (specifically, Highland Park) swing on over to The Blue Door Pub.  It is without a doubt worth the wait in line.

P.S. A quick shout out and a thanks to Miles for letting me use his pictures (the top and bottom ones).

The good kind of Spam

That’s right.  I’m talking about Spam in a can.  The much maligned meat that kept our GI’s going in WWII and helped feed countless people since.

We dine well here in Camelot / We eat ham and jam and Spam a lot

No, nutritionally it’s not the best for you, but it’s not really worse than a Big Mac and people have no problem scarfing those down.  The problem, as I see it, is all in the societal perception of it.  For example, Spam in Hawaii is not a big deal.  They are the largest consumers in the U.S. because fresh meat is expensive and Spam is a cheap alternative.  They even have a dish called Spam Musubi which is grilled Spam is paired with rice and nori to form a sushi variant.  In other words, haute cuisine.  Okay, maybe not in the strictest definition of the word, but definitely in that “cultured” direction.

You know you would try this if you didn’t know it was Spam.

But here in the Lower 48, it carries an image of being a poor person’s or an uncultured person’s food.  Which admittedly, does have a certain amount of truth to it.  But then what about venison or rabbit?  You pay a pretty penny for those in a fancy restaurant, but all these hillbillies and rednecks have been eating these critters for generations and they don’t have a bad rap.  (Trust me.  My family: we hick.)  Another problem is that people just not willing to try it based on its looks.  Again, I point to haute cuisine: oysters on the half shell.  Take a close look at one once.  They look disgusting.

Don’t lie. You hesitated the first time you had one of these. The only reason you went through with it was because of the sophistication associated with oysters.

So what I’m getting at is don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.  Then if you don’t like it because of smell, taste, texture, or whatever, that’s fine.  You can actually say that you’ve tried and don’t like it because of “blah-blah” instead of going “eww, gross” and possibly miss out on something wonderful.

 

p.s.  This post is the result of a conversation that I had with my boss over fried Spam sandwiches.  Seriously, try it, they’re good.