Posts Tagged ‘great food in spokane valley’

The above Scoopon (poop on Groupon) may seem a bit meager and not worth the effort to those unfamiliar with Deanna Reckord’s daily lunch special which she makes one at a time with as much love as your gramma put into anything she ever cooked just for you. The photos below depict a few of the reasons why my eyes well up with tears of sadness and joy each time Deanna sets my midday meal before me. Sadness because I’m reminded of both of my dear grandmothers who have long ago moved up to that big kitchen in the sky, and joy because I know I’m about to eat something that they would have been proud to feed me.

This is what I’m talking about. Elaine and I always have to split her sandwiches. There is too much ooey-gooey, cheesy-weezy, yummy-nummy goodness stuffed into each one. Forgive that I took a bite or two before snapping this picture with my Droid. I started to take the picture first but as soon as I got this juicy thing into focus, my left hand reached into the picture and snatched up the sandwhich to my mouth as my stomach over-ruled my brain. It was a classic case of the right hand not knowing what the left hand was doing.

This is the same kind of sandwich, I think she calls it her turkey-bacon melt (her specials could be called “uniques” because they aren’t on the menu). This day it was like super special because it came with French Onion soup. Forgive that this picture is out of focus. I was crying so hard that this was as close as I could get.

I’m not even sure what kind of wrap this was besides fantastic. I had to go without Elaine on this particular day (you do what you got to do) and so I could only wade through half of it. The other half served as dinner since Elaine was still at work.

This is what a “grilled ham and cheese” looks like at the Sullivan Scoreboard when Gramma Deanna is cooking it up as her lunch special. This was so good that I had this pic enlarged to about 36×42 and professionally framed. It now hangs above the fireplace.

And this is the grandmotherly gourmet who sees to it that none go away hungry. By now these pictures have given you a pretty good picture of how special things are around lunchtime at the Sullivan Scoreboard. That  is why our “one dollar off” Scoopon is a better deal than any of those screaming Groupon deals that the masses flock to. Truth is, anyone who reads this should be sending me ten bucks for giving them the scoop on this remarkable repast that deserves to be remarkably reknown.

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      Restaurant  and bar owners are like hermit crabs. Most, if not all the older, independent places have had a succession of optimistic new faces eager to set up shop and prove to the Valley they will do better than the last poor soul. They are optimistic for about a week after opening. That is when they start to see some reasons they hadn’t thought of concerning the last guy”s failure. Then they really get crabby.

Most of the original owners who built the building or converted it to a hospitality establishment were the same type, they just had deeper pockets. The location where the new Sushi Sakai just opened at Sprague and Bowdish was built by a national chain called Sambo’s back around 1970. Their story was a little different. I remember when the now glaring flourescent lights up behind the eating bar used to illuminate a colorful mural depicting the old children’s story of little Sambo tricking the hungry tigers into running around in a circle until they turned into butter which he put on his pancakes. The name might have seemed like a good one for a pancake house before the Civil Rights Movement, but it proved to be their undoing in more sensitive times.

Then along comes the hermit crabs. For a while it was an Apple Barrel. Bob and Bev Klassen, Percy Howell’s daughter and son-in-law, gave it a go as Klassen’s Kitchen. Most likely there were a few others that I can’t remember, though I’m sure they well remember even if we don’t. The last one was Old European. They lasted probably longer than anyone and even seemed to be a Valley favorite, almost reaching the status of institution. But the Valley has gotten to be a brutal place for independents with the arrival of Applebee’s and the Valley Mall chains. I guess we got big enough to attract them but not big enough to support the little guys.

Sushi Sakai is a little guy with the next big dream. If he were located in L.A. or Portland and offered the only handcrafted sushi for miles he would be swamped with business. Though he doesn’t seem to speak English, he has been a sushi chef in Spokane for more than 20 years according to our waitress who is a cousin of his wife. To me that means the guy is authentic and knows what he is doing. The sushi he made us said the same thing. I loved his soft shell crab apetizer and Elaine thought the fried ice cream dessert she had was great.

The foursome next to us ordered some huge combination platter that looked fabuloso and they seemed to enjoy it is as they all eagerly partook. But the question is will the Valley eagerly partake and support another small but bold entrepenoir who is offering the fruits of his career and skills and talents. We are fortunate to have his place to choose from when deciding where to enjoy a nice meal. He gives us variety and there are a lot of Valley sushi lovers. Like nearly all those before him, he has paid his dues and has probably earned the right to make this move at this point in his life. But like all the others, he is asking the Valley to choose his place instead of Applebee’s. I say good luck with that and I hope he makes it for his sake and ours.

 

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