French Fry Diary 520: The Bro's Flank Steak and Potatoes

The Bride and I spent Labor Day weekend with her sister and my brother-in-law and the nephew down in Maryland. Our busy schedules always seem to keep us from visiting, chilling with family, and watching movies in their great home theater. For purposes of this blog though, on the last evening we were there, the bro made his famous flank steak and potatoes.

This was a simple but delicious meal cooked out on his gas grill, a treasure I was jealous of. The Russian dressing marinated flank steak, that was to die for, was accompanied by a similarly marinated concoction of red potatoes, onions, and green and red peppers, also grilled.

The meal was perfection, clearly making up for a fair dinner the night before and the mediocre breakfast that morning. Clearly I will be spending more time down in Maryland, with the family, the bro's terrific grill and awesome home theater, and more of his flank steak and potatoes.

French Fry Diary 519: Plum Crazy Diner

Usually on the agenda for Sunday mornings with the Maryland in-laws is breakfast at Bob Evans. But just for a change of pace, we tried the Plum Crazy Diner in Westminster, a place our hosts had not been to in some time.

The outside has a very bright pop modern look but inside it's a pretty typical looking diner - only bright pink and purple on the outside. I really dug the sign near entrance that read: "If you are grouchy, irritable or just plain mean, there will be a $10 charge for putting up with you." Although, it should be noted, my mood that morning dictated I owed them at least twenty dollars, maybe more.  I'm not really a morning person.

I wasn't very hungry either, so I just ordered one piece of French toast, and of course, home fries. They were large diced natural cut potatoes, just warm, as if they'd been under a heat lamp rather than baked or deep-fried. The French toast wasn't bad at all, but like the potatoes, only just warm.

The brother-in-law as usual got his home fries well done. They looked the same except that they had probably been in the deep fryer for a flash fry. They looked well done, which they were, but also looked greasy, which they were not.

We pretty much all agreed the breakfast was at best mediocre, but like the night before, the company was good, so the food wasn't all that important. Maybe next time we'll come down for lunch or dinner, as the Plum Crazy's claim to fame seems to be steaks and shakes.