Puns . . . are . . the . . . wurst. Okay, can’t be done. However, it should also be said, that the excellent food writer, Gail Ciampa, is in no way to blame for the headline “Their best is their wurst” above her piece in today’s ProJo about the new Wurst Kitchen Window at Chez Pascal on Hope Street.
It has been said that whenever God closes a door, somewhere else he’s caving in the front of your building with a Buick. Meanwhile, heathens like myself believe that life is a random series of meaningless but frequently wonderful events, and the new Wurst Kitchen Window has to be Exhibit A. Last year someone did indeed drive a car into the front of the restaurant (I think by accident) and owners Matt and Kristin Gennuso decided to carve out this sidewalk window/café from the newly created void. There are several little tables and chairs on the sidewalk. (For more about the food, just read the Ciampa article. Two relish recipes included.)
Today the window was manned by Aaron who explained that some of the interior of the bar and restaurant had been sacrificed to create the mini-kitchen right behind the window. (Pictures after the jump.)
Window Hours: Tuesday thru Friday, 11:30am to 2:30pm. The same hours on Saturdays, and also the Hewtin’s Dogs truck is parked on Ninth Street on Saturdays, cuz of the Farmers’ Market crowd and all.
Wurst Kitchen Window at Chez Pascal, 960 Hope Street, 401.421.4422
Aaron in the new Wurst Window kitchen.
The Aristotle? Classical Greek had a word for meatloaf? (I know they had 52 for sausage.)
Menu today.
SEE! Nobody can not pun this word . . . and this one is kinda good.
