The revolution grows

Washington, D.C.

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According to market research firm comScore, the Revolution Health Network had the seventh highest percent increase in unique visitors on the Internet from June to July of this year. In June, our sites had 3,047,000 unique total visitors versus 4,014,000 the following month, marking a 32% increase.

In other news, I’m heading out of town for a weekend of beaches, bar reviews and good grub in Charleston, South Carolina (above, one of the city’s main drags, Broad St.). But not before dinner tonight at Agraria.

I’ll have a full report next week.

1789: A true D.C. dining experience

Washington, D.C.

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When you think of Georgetown, you’ve got to think of 1789.

It’s really the quintessential restaurant here in D.C., housed in a renovated 19th century Federal house whose walls have been lined with historical prints and tables filled with Grandma’s china. Unfortunately, the surroundings and great food don’t come cheap, which means it isn’t every day that you get to visit. Luckily, it’s August, which also means that no one is around the nation’s capital and restaurants are desperate for business. Thus, our trip to 1789 on Saturday night.

As part of a summer offer, you’re entitled to an appetizer, entrée and dessert for $36. Considering main courses average around $30 bucks, it isn’t a bad deal. My veal short ribs starter — with grilled corn, smoked paprika and pickled ramps — was fall off the bone delicious. It was followed by yellow fin tuna, seared to perfection over a bed of arugula, piquillo sweet peppers, botarga and fennel. Dessert was a valhrona chocolate truffle — basically a hazelnut chocolate cake with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. All washed down with a glass of white wine,  it was near perfection.

Too bad we won’t all be back there again until next summer.

Back from the Final Frontier

Anchorage, Alaska

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I’m on my way back from a week-long cruise along Alaska’s inner-passage. The very impressive Final Frontier.

First of all, Regent Seven Seas Mariner is the bomb. I’m not that big of a fan of cruises: the masses, the eating schedules and the unauthentic travel experience (hey, get out the cameras, there’s another t-shirt shop!). But Regent is the exact opposite. It’s a small boat (around 700 passengers), with a fantastic level of service (nearly 1:1 passenger to staff ratio).

We visited ports that larger ships might not have been able to get to. The day trips were well planned and organized. And, the unlimited Alaskan king crab legs, trays of smoked salmon, delicious shrimp and free-flowing drinks never got old (well, except towards the end, kind of).

After a day in Vancouver, we hit the seas and visited the ports of Ketchikan, Juneau, Skagway, Sitka, Seward and Anchorage, Alaska. We scoured trails on Israeli-made ATVs, took helicopters to an isolated dog mushing camp on Mendenhall Glacier to race with huskies being trained for the Iditarod, went kayaking in a pristine lake after a ride on the White Pass Railroad, hiked in Tongass National Forest, spotted sea otters, humpback whales, brown bear cubs, seals and bald eagles on a wildlife cruise and watched in awe as huge pieces of ice calved off of Hubbard Glacier.

Alaska is rugged and vast. The terrain reminded me of Maine on steroids. If given the chance, it’s certainly worth the visit. The state is a reminder of the awe and beauty nature can instill in us all — and the importance of taking whatever steps we need to preserve it for future generations to enjoy.

I’ve just put up a small sampling of photos on Facebook. Enjoy!

Bon voyage!

Washington, D.C.

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I’m heading out tomorrow with the family on a week-long cruise through Alaska’s inner-passage. There will be glacial trekking, dog-sled racing, forest ATV’ing, lake kayaking, bear watching and lots of salmon eating. I’ll be back next week with some great stories and plenty of photos to share.

And for those of you stuck here in the District, stay cool!

Everything should taste like bacon

Washington, D.C.

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One of the first cookbooks ever in my collection was a real gem: Everything Tastes Better with Bacon. It showcases 70 recipes on incorporating the delicious, artery-clogging fifth food group into every meal. But as much as I love bacon, working in Weight Management has also made me more attuned to its health effects: basically, sodium, nitrites and calories are not so good for you.

Now, I’ve got a post up at Revolution Health with the answer: Bacon Salt. It’s a zero calorie, zero fat, zero carb, vegetarian and Kosher seasoning that makes everything taste, like, bacon awesomeness. Available in three flavors, Original, Peppered and Hickory, this stuff has found a prominent place on my spice rack — and is already being sprinkled on eggs, burgers and anything else that needs a little bacon love.

What doesn’t?

BLT Steak has the dankest bread on the Planet

Washington, D.C.

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With the record-breaking heat, there’s really not much to love about DC this week. Perhaps the only salvation for those of us who haven’t escaped town is the fact that it’s Restaurant Week, when establishments open their doors for $20 lunches and $30 dinners. Unfortunately, work and other obligations have prevented me from fully taking advantage, with one exception that just couldn’t be missed: lunch at BLT Steak.

The meal started with their infamous Gruyere popovers. They’re warm, light, soft and crunchy all at the same time. Topped with a smear of butter and some cracked sea salt, they are honestly the best bread I’ve ever had at a restaurant. We then had some perfectly cooked and tender flank steak with a side of horizontally stacked tempura-battered onion rings. Paired with an unsweetened iced tea, it was pretty amazing. Dessert was a crunchy peach cobbler with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Sure beats a Cosi salad.

Mergers & acquisitions

Washington, D.C.

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I’ve just finished a great book by Dana Vachon, a blogger turned novelist, who was born in Greenwich, raised in Chappaqua, and had his first stint at JP Morgan after graduating from Duke in 2002. Mergers & Acquisitions isn’t what you think it is — not a business school textbook, but instead a roman a clef. Think Devil Wears Prada or Nanny Diaries but with eyes set on Wall Street.

It was an amusing read, with its frequent Westchester references and an insightful and over the top look at the world many of my friends now inhabit. The book’s main character, Tommy Quinn, is a your typical Rye prepster:

“I didn’t go to Portsmouth Abbey, or any other such private institution. I went to Rye High School, which was decent, and in this way a good match for me: I made decent grades, dated decent girls, played decently at junior-varsity sports, and go into Georgetown, a decent school.”

And Rye Country Day actually gets a mention too:

“After Chaim and I failed first grade for the first time, our parents had signed us up for summer school at Rye Country Day. Chaim made loud noises, yes, and fine, I couldn’t subtract, but we didn’t really belong in this class. It takes a real moron to fail first grade, is what I mean, and that class was filled with every hopeless case in Westchester. There were paste eaters and kids who pissed themselves and kids with incredibly thick glasses and kids who bit other kids. There were kids who had been born weighing too little, and kids who had been born too early. We spent that full summer with them, and let me tell you, it was no place to be.”

Check out the book for a stereotyped — yet really kind of intriguing — view of life on the Street and in the suburbs. Or, if you’d rather see it on the big screen, that’s fine too. The rights to M&A have been optioned to the producers of Babel.

Is Hunter Rawlings anti-Greek?

Washington, D.C.

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It’s a question I’ve always considered, especially in light of the fact that the former Cornell president was so instrumental in the 2001 push to move all freshman to North Campus and, later, the destruction of the West Campus U-Halls (R.I.P. Class of ’26) and creation of “living-learning” centers in their place.

Back in my undergraduate days, the ramifications of Rawlings’ decision and their impact on the Greek system was discussed at length. Administrators assured those concerned that their motivations were sincere: they simply wanted to provide upperclassmen with additional attractive housing options – and that they had no intention of dismantling the Greek houses that relied on the same students to fill their ranks.

But now Rawlings is saying otherwise.

According to this piece in Ed Life, the quarterly supplement in the NYT that I’ve written a couple pieces for, the North Campus and West Campus Residential Initiatives were, in fact, meant to discourage the “pre-fraternity experience.” Rawlings wanted to combat the work hard-party hard ethic that is at the heart of most Cornellians’ existence. And who better to target than those beer-swilling Greeks?

“That struck me as not the healthiest of models,” he said. “So I thought, if we could set up residential colleges, where students were living not only with their peers, but faculty and graduate fellows, we’d create a different atmosphere, one where residences are not so divorced from the classroom and the library.”

What Rawlings is implying here — and what really is actually pretty insulting — is that Greek residences are divorced from the classroom and the library. But according to Suzy Nelson, former associate dean of students, the average GPA for all sororities is 3.4 and the average for all fraternities is 3.2.

So, was the issue academic performance? Or something else? The former president and architect of the University’s $250 million anti-Greek crusade has spoken.