Another American Adventure: Food Shack

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Food Shack

This is my FAVORITE restaurant around here - the Food Shack in Jupiter. Every time I go there I am so happy with the food and simple atmosphere. I don't know why I don't remember to go back more often. Yesterday after my radiation treatment, John and I went over for an early dinner. There is always a crowd at the regular dinner times and you have to wait out front, but if you get there early enough (like 3:30 in the afternoon!) it's perfect. I love the way they crust the fresh fish with good stuff and then serve it over salad greens. I had butternut and leek crusted halibut served over arugula. Yum!

I couldn't drink wine yesterday because of the port they put in, so I had a whole bottle of sparkling Italian water!

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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.