Tasty & Daughters

Tasty & Daughters

Took the family to Tasty & Daughters for a belated Mother's Day celebration. It's on the Eastside on the corner of 46th & Division. Trendy enough for the kids, I guess. Noisy. I suspect some restaurants cultivate this high level of buzziness. Makes people feel they are in the thick of it, whatever 'it' is. Makes it impossible for me to carry on any kind of conversation without a whole lot of "WHAT?"

They bring the dishes out in a haphazard manner so you can 'share". That worked okay for the girls, who were sitting on one side of the table eating some kind of foo foo food, but it's not going to work for the guys sitting on the other side of the table eating big chunks of meat. (Mine!).

I don't like the way menus are going, full of fancy names are long descriptions. I ordered something called a Burmese Pork Stew, if I recall correctly, mostly because I didn't want yet another hamburger. I was a little worried that it would be extremely hot (spicy) because Burma is right next to Thailand, and Thai food has a reputation for being so hot that it is inedible except by freaks. That wasn't the case. The stew was alright, big chunks of barbeque pork in a bowl of white rice along smattering of vegetables. No sign of any stew, unless you call the splash of juice soaked up by the rice.

We had to wait almost an hour for a table, but that was okay, because it took that long for our entire gang to show up. $125 for five, out the door, no alcohol.

They included this little note with the french fries. It's spattered with grease stains, but the scanner didn't pick them. I could scan it again with a different setting, but do we really need that level of authenticity?