My lovely wife, Josie (of Josie’s Bookshelf fame) recently happened onto a restaurant in downtown Fort Worth called Daddy Jack’s. The owner of the establishment is from one of our favorite necks of the proverbial wood, Nova Scotia, so we decided to give it a try on our anniversary this year.
Well, it was every bit as good as we’d hoped. I was in a soupy mood that day and couldn’t decide on clam chowder or lobster bisque, so I opted for a cup of both and was not disappointed. (Enjoyed the chowder the most, though, so no hard decisions next time.)
What was really peculiar — and I mean that in the best way — was the Italian potato salad that came with Josie’s grilled fish. I’ve never been a huge fan of “traditional” potato salad. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that I wouldn’t touch it with an 11-foot pole, since it’s typically prepared with some amount of mayonnaise.
But Italian potato salad, with its mix of olive oil, vinegar, garlic, and parsley, is a dish I can appreciate. Thanks, Daddy Jack!
Until next time…
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