If you’ve never noticed, at the bottom left of our extraordinarily unoriginal homepage is a visitor counter. It’s a big day for us because as of the time of this post it says 10,051. We’ve crossed the ten grand mark! Yay! Cool beans! Etc.!
In all seriousness we are thrilled that so many people have crossed our digital threshold. When we started this site we had no idea if anyone would really be interested in reading our ramblings or looking at photos and videos of two guys stuffing their faces, but the response from everybody has been fantastic. We consider ourselves lucky to live in a city rich in restaurants (even if that fact is little known outside the city limits) and about the possibilities ahead.
Moving forward we’d love recommendations from our audience for restaurants, food challenges, or events. Please join the discussion and add your two cents. Just click the comment button…you don’t even need to register or anything mundane like that. Or hit us up on Facebook, Twitter, or email us at firstname.lastname@example.org
THANKS EVERYBODY !!!!
In a slight tangent from usual GCF content, Derrick and Adam find themselves browsing the shelves at 6th Ave’s newest co-op grocery store.
El Guadalajara feeling a little bit of sign envy
It’s funny, we spend countless hours enjoying, discussing, and arguing about food served to us in restaraunts, but we’ve never once discussed the grocery store food we all rely on for actual sustenance. We’ve never gotten in fisticuffs over where the best beer selection is, where your average box of cereal can be found cheapest, or the benefits of organic foods vs. everything else. It honestly never even crossed our minds. This is what happens when you’re mired in first world problems – like this: my Bugatti Veyron Super Sport reeks of Clive Christian Imperial Majesty Perfume! This is one of those problems.
To help rid ourselves of this problem, we are having our first ever grocery post. It’s a short nod to an establishment literally keeping us alive. Hooray for living! In this instance we are celebrating life at the Tacoma Food Co-op, a precocious young and burgeoning member-owned store on the corner of 6th and Junett.
The GCF boys get greasy at Marcia’s Silver Spoon.
On Roads, Magical
South Tacoma Way is a yellow brick road of sorts. Along this long and winding path through the Nalley Valley you’ll encounter giant teapots, dusty flea markets and more used car dealerships than you can shake a broomstick at. There was even a monkey at one point at the B&I. Although it didn’t fly. And it wasn’t a monkey, it was a gorilla. The only significant difference really is that there’s no wizard at the end of this yellow brick road, just Lakewood. Which is worse. So much worse.
[Ah, it's so nice to be able to be the giver of the regional jokes for once, rather than the recipient. Suck it Lakewood.]
One of the locations you’ll find on South Tacoma Way is Marcia’s Silver Spoon. It’s a bit divey, but what on South Tacoma Way isn’t? As Adam and I pulled up outside Marcia’s we were greeted by an empty can of Steel Reserve, a likely welcome for any place within stone’s throw of the Java Jive. I’d never given the exterior much thought before, and after some long glances I felt equally void of thought. Totally nondescript. The signage hadn’t been changed in a couple weeks and it’s hard to tell where Marcia’s ends and the Lucky Silver Cafe begins. What’s the story there anyway? They must be related right? This area wasn’t exactly renowned for its abundance in silver.
Perhaps I would have asked that question had I not been busy consuming an omelette the size of Toto.
Usually Derrick does the writing around here, but sometimes I get a wild hair and decide to put a few words together. After a recent GCF outing, we decided to head over to our beloved Red Hot and as I gazed at the chalkboard of liquid delights, I was excited to see the Wingman ACE IPA on tap. I’ve had many of their beers- starting back in the September Tacoma Craft Beer Festival, a few around town and also up at the Hale’s Winter Beer Festival (Not Tacoma? Oh no!) – my impression has always been good but sometimes the flavors weren’t quite right. I’m an IPA guy, but one of my biggest complaints to some pints is the syrupy after taste that coats the mouth (i.e. 7seas Balls Deep). Not here with the Wingman. The ACE IPA seemed hold on to the light characteristic that I’ve had before but this time an explosion of hoppy flavors danced across my tongue. I am excited to have another great Tacoma start up making a name for themselves. Keep your eyes out for the Wingman beers across Tacoma. We’d love to sit down with the guys over at Wingman, so reply to a tweet sometime! (Hint Hint)
A recap of my return trip to Medi’s, no longer in its infancy
It’s been too long since I put up a Taster. I like these short little posts. I get to feel a sense of accomplishment with minimal work, very appealing to a lazy person with high aspirations such as myself. I am lazy, but I want it all…like mail order lottery tickets.
Medi’s is perfect for someone like me. You can go and spend two and a half bucks and come away with a giant slice of pizza. Small effort = great reward. Don’t believe me? Look at this piece of pizza:
Either that is approximately one fourth of a large pepperoni pizza, or that is a very small fork
(the fork was pretty normal…very fork-ish)
Then and Now
I wrote a quick impression of Medi’s after a visit within a couple weeks of its soft opening. In that first visit I was overall happy with the pizza and atmosphere, a bit nonplussed with beer prices, and just ecstatic that a pizza joint had finally graced 6th Ave with its presence. I Nostradamusized that Medi’s would be a hit with families and college kids, ensuring its 6th Ave success. How’d I do? Let’s make some then and now comparisons shall we:
- THEN: The pizza was thin and flavorful; the low prices appealed to my inner scrooge and I was happy because I was full of cheese
- NOW: The crust is less thin and crispy (maybe it was a fluke that first time?), totally standard medium-thickness bread crust. Sad. The pizza is still huge, covered in goods and cheap – although $.50 more than it was those first couple weeks.Very solid. Cheesy, greasy, meaty, and bready. The menu has expanded on specialty pizzas, and apparently they make a mean cheese steak. Salads, calzones, and breadsticks are all super cheap too and solid. Perhaps a slight decline because the crust and price. Kudos.
- THEN: I don’t drink domestic except when I have to or when it’s funny, so I can’t attest to those taps, but I believe all beers were $5 and there was no happy hour.
- NOW: Still no happy hour, micros are $5, but there is a rotating $3 tap which today turned out to be the Deschutes White IPA. Score! Hopefully my first write up had something to do with that. Maybe a small victory for some, but this is a huge plus in Derrick’s book of awesome eats.
- THEN: the space was big, but the chairs were arranged strangely and the seating was limited. The stage was covered in DJ gear and was unused. I was giddy by the sight of the old school sit down arcade and Donkey Kong machine. The waiter was super cool, probably a transfer from O’Malley’s.
- NOW: They’ve met demand by rearranging, adding extra tables and moving the DJ gear away until it’s needed on 6th Ave Booty Night, otherwise known as Friday. The waiters have a much better knowledge of the menu and are mostly still awesome, although I think they’re pretty convinced I’m an asshole. Maybe it’s my scrutinizing of the place, menu, and harassment about the lack of a happy hour. The things I do for my adoring fans…
Medi’s has mostly outgrown its awkward phase. No more uninvited voice cracks and zits, Medi’s has finally realized that Axe deodorant smells like ass. Medi’s is asking mom for the keys to the mini van now. Maybe one day, when its all grown up, it will re-embrace thin crust. Dare to dream.
The prices are a teensy bit higher, but we were warned of that. Over all, the place is solid, cheap, and I’m still blown away that it took this goddamn long to even get a pizza place on 6th. Plus, $3 micros? I’m sold. Oh, and my earlier prediction about this being a hit for families and college students? Dead on. Although that didn’t take a savant to predict. Just a lazy person with high aspirations such as myself.
Medi’s Pizza and Pasta
2710 6th Ave
Tacoma, WA 98406
We visit McKinley hill for a taste of the top at Top of Tacoma.
“Man, top of tacoma is really great. I mean, seriously guys, it’s fantastic.” ~Adam
When Adam uploads the photos for an entry, he sometimes leaves little messages to me. The quote above was his last such message. He never expected it to see the light of day, but there it is. It could be Adam being hyperbolic, or him sarcastically doing his best Derrick impression, but I think it’s genuine. Adam really friggin’ likes Top of Tacoma. Never mind the super attractive bartender/waitress who seemed incapable of comprehending my petty pleas for service (a running joke all night), or the hipster cook who looked at me like I was from Mars when I introduced myself as Derrick from GCF. ToT has good beer and excellent food, including some of the best sandwiches you’ll ever eat. I’m fairly certain it would be in Adam’s top five of restaurants he’d take with him to a deserted island. Although the logistics of that seem a bit complicated.