The Opinionated Foodie: The Love (or Not) of Food and Everything That Goes with It

Easy-Chattanooga, Tennessee

Luck led us to Easy.

We just happened to find it while we were walking around town one night in Chattanooga. What a find it was.

We walked in, and it was like walking into a magazine. For this small town food girl, that was a fun experience. The restaurant was so pretty and sophisticated looking, so of course, I fit right in.

Well, sort of.

We ate outside on the front patio. We started with the bread basket with tapenade and mustard. It was nice and light. You can’t beat a crunchy bread assortment.


I had the duck confit. Fancy. I texted my sister and told her what I was having. She replied, “What’s that?”

Exactly. That’s how cool my dinner was. This was food you only see on TV, and not something you can get at the grocery store. The menu has hardly any decimal points. That, my friends, is Fun.

The duck was on a bed of Brussel sprouts. I never eat Brussel sprouts. It is nothing personal, but I just never think to buy or eat them. These were great.


Dessert was a coolie to go. Again, fancy. I know it is fancy because I had to Google the spelling for that and several other things we ate, and I am still not sure that it is right. This dessert was light and delicious and not something you see a lot in rural West Tennessee.

I loved it.

I hope to go back someday. The food and the experience were neat and worth all the distress over spelling.

Easy Bistro & Bar on Urbanspoon


The Blue Plate-Chattanooga, Tennessee

We ate at the Blue Plate in Chattanooga while we were in town to visit the aquarium.  Thinking that since the name was “Blue Plate,” I assumed that it would be a hole in the wall with an awesome breakfast menu.

It wasn’t quite a hole in the wall, and the menu wasn’t quite so breakfast-awesome.  It still was okay.

My husband and I both ordered the egg and tomato sandwich.  I could have made the same thing at home, but it was still good. 

Mr. Picky ordered the pancake.  He ate most of it, but it was different.  I tried it, and it was sweet and tasty. Delish.  For a fru-fru breakfast place, it was okay.  A greasy spoon for breakfast could beat it, though. Hands down.

Chattanooga on Dwellable

A Near Death Experience: The Big River Grille, Chattanooga

A friend recommended the Big River Grille to us when she heard we were going to Chattanooga.  She had been to this restaurant before, and I trusted her judgment.  She loves food too, and she and I have talked many times about the places we loved to travel to and the restaurants where we love to eat.  We have swapped recipes many times.  She has been to my house for dinner parties and such.

After eating at the Big River Grille, I may have to question our friendship.

It was that bad

We had no idea.  The atmosphere of the restaurant made it look promising.  A place so nice and big had to be good, right? Our server was a lovely girl. She was super nice to us, and we had a lovely table in the middle of the restaurant.  The menus were full of promising meals. 

We started out with the jalapeño and spinach cheese dip.  Now, let’s play a game of Where’s Waldo.  Look for the jalapeño or the spinach:


Find them?  Me either.  There was no spinach to speak of-no green gooeyness usually found in a good spinach dip.  I didn’t even get any spinach stuck between my teeth like I usually do.  Nor was there any kick from any sign of a jalapeño.  I didn’t even have to have a drink of water while drinking it.  Ugh. 

Then, our meals came.  Good Lawd.

I ordered the German burger from the special Oktoberfest menu.  The burger I ordered was to have German sauerkraut with German ketchup.  It was also to have cheese.  I ordered this German delicacy medium. 

It arrived opened-faced with lettuce, ketchup, and tomato on one side.  The other side was meat, cheese, and sauerkraut.  It was like looking at an American bun versus a German bun in a head-to-head burger battle.  It didn’t look right.  I asked why I had lettuce and sauerkraut.  Our server reassured me that it was supposed to be like that.  Then, I took a bite.

Does this look like medium to you?  It looked like raw meat.  It felt like raw meat.  It smelled like raw meat.  It was raw meat.  Unless my order got mixed up with some hungry lion that I managed to miss in the restaurant who also ordered the German burger, there was a gross mistake on the part of the cook.  I don’t think anyone could have eaten this burger. 


I managed to eat a little off the edges, but it is a wonder I didn’t get food poisoning right then and there.  I could have died in the middle of this awful restaurant while cursing my friend the whole time.  At least, though, I wouldn’t have had spinach from the dip in my teeth, thank goodness. 

Believe it or not, this was the first time I ever admitted to a server that the food wasn’t good.  I have had some horrible stuff before (See Crab Trap, Destin), but I always have kept my opinion to myself expressing what I thought only here on this blog.

She really didn’t even have to ask.   

Our poor, sweet server tried to help.  She was by far the best part of our experience.  She offered me a free dessert or another entrée.  I passed.  Better to quit while I was ahead, i. e. alive.   

I haven’t seen our Big River recommending “friend” since this near-death experience. I’ll forgive her for almost getting me knocked off via bad burger food poisoning. 

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