
One or two visits. A few hundred words. Sometimes that’s all it takes.
First, you need to understand that lunch @ everyday cook is NOT open every day. It is not open on Sunday or Monday. Once I got that fact through my thick skull, I was able to successfully sit down for lunch with a friend recently.
Wander upstairs at Kerrytown into the old Workbench space (over Hollander’s) and you’ll find everyday cook, the kitchen gear offshoot of everyday wine downstairs. Mary Campbell, owner of edw,

Entering everyday cook, you wander over to a blackboard that posts the day’s offerings, a limited menu each day. You select your entrée, pay a cashier, and then take a sticky note with your choice written on it to the chefs. Sticky note submitted, you then grab a drink, silverware and have a seat – lunch is brought to your table. Keep in mind, the atmosphere is about as minimalist as it gets. There's no waitstaff, and the room is just some tables and chairs in the open, wood-beamed space, with the boys in the kitchen in clear view.
I had fried catfish with red pepper, tomato, and green bean salad over polenta. The two slices of catfish had a nutty breading that struggled to stick to the fish

My friend Kathy ordered chicken with bacon and asparagus salad, also served with the polenta. “You can really tell this is

On another

Finally, Kathy and I should not have ordered the Italian Strawberry Shortcake dessert. But in the interest of research…. I as

Lunch @ everyday cook appears to be still relatively undiscovered. The atmosphere is somewhat spartan, but it was a great, quiet place to catch up with a friend and linger over a lovely, reasonably priced meal.
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On Everyday Food - much as it pains me, I must disgree with you, Mandy, on the alleged lack of atmosphere. True, it lacks some creature comforts. As a minimalist space and as one of Ann Arbor's few echoes of NYC's Soho - which I know you love as much as I do - it fills the bill. That bill = no frills. Wear black. If you must bejewel yourself, sterling silver only, please. RazrPhone or better yet, a Black Pearl.
Everyday Food and everywhere else: Wear high heels by all means. They're wonderful, if painful.
"Pain makes man think.
Thought makes man wise.
Wisdom makes life endurable."
or something like that - William Saroyan, Teahouse of the August Moon.
Yes, high heels put my lower back where it is today - in pain - but no other wardrobe item is as gratifying, given that cashmere underwear isn't that practical. In the career realm, red high heels are better than any sales training course.
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