A pasta by any other name…. is still pasta. And still tastes good. Right?
As I was making my way to Illinois, I stopped at Greenbush Brewery for lunch. I had their Mac & Cheese with one of their on tap root beers (no fancy pairings here, they didn’t serve Coca-Cola, my lifeblood).
There was nothing wrong with this Mac & Cheese. The cheese was good, the noodles were cooked, the breadcrumbs were welcome, it was a nice size, and was presented quite nicely on a skillet. But as I sat there eating, my only thought was that it was nothing special. The pasta was no different than what you’d buy from a box in your local supermarket (or Jewel Osco, if you don’t have Meijer). The cheese was good, but nothing exotic. I left feeling underwhelmed and continued on my drive.
Having made my way through a chunk of the work I was doing, I looked for a place to eat dinner the next day. And sometimes when you’re in a random city, you just don’t find anything nearby that you want to drag your lazy self to. So I chose to go to
Now, let’s take the same look at this dish that I did with the previous one. Average pasta? Yep. Presentation? Greenbush totally wins on that. Exotic or fancy cheese? Nope.
It’s not a Mac & Cheese, I get that. But it really struck me that two simple pasta and cheese dishes could come across so differently. Both are good dishes. Well made, decently priced, but I loved one and felt less about the other. It makes you think a little then – is one really better?