After wrapping up my 3rd semester of MBA final exams this past weekend, I was up bright and early Monday morning to fly to Nebraska for a visit home! Continental Airlines won a few bonus points in my book via a) the ability to reserve exit-row seats online 24 hours in advance (thanks to bro Tim for the tip off on that one) and b) giving me full cans of pop on both flights and a free SMALL SANDWICH, CHIPS, AND MINI-TWIX BAR on the flight between Houston & Omaha! I was shocked and awed, given the recent trend of airlines to offer roughly 5 dry pretzels as a substitute for lunch.
I made it out of the tricky Omaha airport (20 whole gates!) to meet up with my mom for some quick shopping & dinner before making the drive back to my hometown of scenic Grand Island. There have been a few unexpected hospital trips due to Grandma having some trouble breathing the last couple nites (luckily she was looking good today, playing fan-favorite game “Snack Bingo” at the assisted living center). Other than that, we’ve focused on what any good midwestern family would focus on: eating.
I was craving some Asian food (Thai? Chinese? Vietnamese?) since there is not much of that in Mexico City , but was a bit suspicious as to what would be available here in the middle of Nebraska. The Grand Island, NE page on Trip Advisor actually mentioned an Asian restaurant called Vientiane; one favorable review from a stranger was enough to convince me to go!! We sat down & perused the menu offering a mix of Vietnamese/Thai/Chinese/Lao cuisines. I was thrilled to see Crab Rangoons on the menu, which turned out to be the lightest, least-greasy Crab Rangoons I have had in many moons. The Egg Rolls also scored points for flavor & no-grease. I made some recommendations to my parents to test out the Pho and Larb (pork version), both of which were amazing. The Larb has a little spice, but nothing too dramatic for Larry. I had the Chicken Pad Thai which was nice but not my favorite version ever, and it paled in comparison to the other two. I would definitely to go back & try the other apps, some pork fried rice, and perhaps a dessert or two.
Anyway, you’ll note in the photo above the sign reading “Arroz Chino”, which is Spanish for “Chinese Rice”. This alludes nicely to the easy transition I had from Mexico City to Grand Island. Grand Island has a hispanic population of around 19%, so a number of restaurant and business offerings have sprung up over the last several years. I doubt that I’m alone in saying that growing up here, I tended to ignore ethnic markets whose products/language I wasn’t very familiar with. Coming back here now, after some Spanish training + a year in DF under my belt, it’s a whole different story. Having become such a fan of autentico Mexican food combined with my affinity for all non-chain businesses, I feel the need to pressure my parents to become regulars at any of these spots that are remotely viable. Although a rigorous existing dinner schedule prevented us from checking out any Latino establishments for la cena, I have extracted a commitment from Mom & Dad to go suss out the coctel de camarones (shrimp cocktail) at Restaurante Ario after I leave. And we did manage to make it to El Taco Naco for a snack, arguably the most DF-esque option in town.
Below are a few photos of the sights in GI that looked quite familiar to this adopted chilanga.
The crown jewel of my photo safari in Grand Island had to be this gem:
While I’m at it, let me pass along two final central Nebraska dining tips of restaurants that my parents frequent.
#1) Bullwinkles sports bar. While “gourmet” might be a stretch, their Wednesday night special of a $3.00 burger-and-fries is a pretty damn good deal & the burger is solid. They even have individual TV at each of the booths. But be aware– we are talking like “Beat the Clock Special” kinda hours in order to get a table for this firesale…I think we were there by 5:45PM.
#2) The Farmer’s Daughter. This place is an institution in Grand Island, open every day but Sunday for breakfast & lunch only. We met my Dad for lunch between the math classes he’s teaching at CCC, but he’s also there every Thursday AM to meet a buddy for breakfast where the coffee flows like wine. The owner Deb is your classic diner proprietress who knows the name of 90% of the clientele at any given time. The day we went, specials include some fine-looking Fried Chicken, Clam Chowder, and classic meat salad sandwiches (i.e. chicken salad, beef salad, etc.). But the top draw here (outside of general food, friends and fellowship) is their amazing pies, particularly the meringue-topped options (as confirmed in the Boston Globe back in 2007!). The Farmer’s Daughter makes a mean banana cream, coconut cream, lemon cream, etc. Word on the street is get there before 12:30PM if you want a slice of the best ones.