Wednesday, November 1, 2023

In Memoriam: Fire + Smoke, a restaurant closed before this review was published

 

A high-end southern prime steakhouse fills a niche on Northshore Drive.


Tucson, Arizona, native Mandy Glenn was new to Knoxville when she tasted Fire + Smoke’s prime tenderloin tartare small plate, Japanese kuroge wagyu New York strip, and hand cut beef tallow fries. “I was with an Australian guy who hadn’t had tallow fries in forever,” she says. “I called the next day and said, ‘I want to work here.’ Now an enthusiastic, knowledgeable server, Glenn recently brought on her younger brother Micaiah as a host.

As she presents the 4 oz. A5 wagyu—six half-dollar-sized medallions arrayed on a Himalayan salt block— Glenn explains, “It’s the highest yield, highest grade,” showing the wagyu certificate verifying the farm and even the animal it came from. At $90, this is not the priciest dish on the menu. That distinction goes to the $100 dry-aged, bone-in 24 oz ribeye. But Fire + Smoke patrons aren’t complaining; in fact, they are embracing the value of Executive Chef Jared Martin’s mouth-watering specialty cuts. “After I left Kefi,” he says, “I was looking for the next step, a chance to be creative. I have that here, and I’m building my crew. I enjoy watching them progress.” As a chef, Martin found some episode from the first season of The Bear “very triggering,” but the second season resonated with his current mission: “It’s about how you go about changing the idea of what your restaurant is.”

When owner Archer Bradley was looking to branch out from his Archer’s BBQ empire, he cast his eye toward Northshore Drive near the Pellissippi Parkway. “Looking at the demographics,” said Bradley in his calm, understated manner, “37922 has the highest median family income in Knoxville, but there was no high-end restaurant down here.”

The design, simple and sophisticated, in muted grays and browns, came from Meghan Grohl of R2R Studios. Multi-surfaced sound panels keep things quiet. Booths allow intimacy. A wall with a fireplace behind glass separates a seven-seat bar from the main dining area.

The name? “We have a smoker in the wall,” says Bradley. “We smoke our potatoes, pork chops, chicken, fish, everything. We have fire from the grill, smoke from the smoker. Put them together and you’re set.”

Bar Chef Joe Trail has created a rich selection of specialty cocktails using “fresh-squeezed everything and house-made simple syrups.” No surprise, he uses smoked sugar cubes in his Old Fashioneds, his top seller.

Among the small plates, you can see why the Prime Tenderloin Tartare with quail egg, fried capers, shallot, creole mustard, Georgia olive oil, and cornbread crisps made Glenn want to join the staff. The melt-in-your-mouth confit Pork Belly comes with pickled red onions, spiced sorghum, and a creamy parsnip puree that makes you want to see it again.

The Smoked Broccoli Cheddar Soup is creamy and livened with veggie elements. The Kilt Greens expertly combine baby greens, scallion, bacon fat vinaigrette, lardon, and a poached egg.

The specialty cuts, as well as the 14 oz. Prime New York Strip, 8 oz. Prime Filet, 16 oz. Prime Ribeye, and 8 oz. Baseball Sirloin come from Châtel Farms in Georgia. “It’s good lookin’,” says Archer. “The marbling is exceptional.”

Martin sweet-tea-brines both his Springer Farms Half Chicken and Duroc Pork Chop (both smoked, of course) to give them a surprising moist and tasty quality.

Along with a Peach Blackberry Bourbon Cobbler, a Crème Brûlée Cheese Cake, or fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies and brandy milk punch, pick from Joe Trail’s special dessert offerings. Cup of Joe combines Mr. Black coffee liqueur, Whisper Creek Tennessee Sipping Cream, Appleton Estates Signature Jamaican Rum, salt, and allspice. “I worked really hard on this,” said Trail.

Monday, March 6, 2023

Ellen Cheever Rockwood's 1915 letter about her niece Betty meeting a man on a cruise

Transcribed below is Ellen Cheever Rockwood’s letter to her sister Charlotte “Lottie” Cheever Tucker from York Harbor, Maine, dated September 17, 1915.

This was written soon after the news that Lottie’s daughter, Elizabeth Washburn Tucker (Betty to her family; Backie to her grandchildren), had met, by “chance acquaintance on an ocean voyage,” Frank William Cushwa, an English professor at Phillips Exeter Academy.  The voyage was the second passenger ship through the Panama Canal and ended up at the Pacific-Panama International Exposition in San Francisco, whence Betty had sent an enthusiastic letter home on August 25, 1915.

Will and Lottie Tucker eventually announced the engagement of Betty and Frank in December 1915.

What is interesting in the realm of family lore is that Ellen does not seem to have known that the chance meeting on the cruise had actually been orchestrated by her youngest sister, Louisa Cheever, an English professor at Smith, and Miss Helen Pittman, a friend of the Cheever sisters at Choate School who knew Cushwa from his time on the faculty there. (Note Ellen's reference to Pittman's “recommendations.”) Betty’s Aunt Louisa had accompanied her on the cruise and “procured” the introduction.  

Chance meeting indeed. 



York Harbor, Maine

Sept. 17, 1915

My dear Charlotte:

     This is a very exciting corollary to the Panama trip! I hardly know what to think or say.  I have never seen the person to whom I could think with equanimity of entrusting Betty’s happiness and it is a bit difficult to get adjusted to having her carried off by a chance acquaintance on an ocean voyage “all of a sudden”!  But his recommendations from Helen [Pittman] seem to be high, and from what you say I should judge that Betty is not likely to find it so difficult to know her own mind as sometimes happens.  The visit from him at home will be sure to clarify things for her, and he can trust to her good sense and his comments to choose wisely.

     I agree with you that she would not be so likely to find city life so congenial.  And Exeter would not be very far away.  I can’t bear to think of how you will miss her when the time comes, or how we shall fare to have someone else taking her off to New York on little trips.  But much is the way of the world.

     We wanted awfully to lift the slight veil of mystery that seemed to surround Betty when she was with us, but we had to content ourselves to wait—

     When the time comes for us to give our blessing our hearts will go with—it, for Betty is very dear and precious to us both—and we have taken great comfort in her all these years.

     I hope her father is bearing the extra excitement and heat combined without too much fatigue. It has been very oppressive even here, but tonight a slight shower has cooled things.  We have decided not to leave early in the week, though Lizzie [Cheever Wheeler] goes to Long Island early tomorrow morning, and I have sent for Sarah to get our breakfast and tea and keep the house in order as long as we care to stay.  There is a chance that Lizzie may decide to return after her two weeks with her friends are up.  She is really a very excellent cook.

    Tell Betty she is not the only cause of punctures. Nat [Wheeler] came to tea Monday night and on the way up the hill said, “Doddie [George Rockwood], s’pose you should have a puncture here, could you get up to the house before you slipped.”  Returning after tea, lo! an ominous sound as he went up from the hedges.  So Nat and I walked home as George had to go back to the house to change his only white trousers before tackling it. Wednesday we had a fine trip to Exeter and back with Bancroft [Wheeler], but just as he passed the Breckenridge’s, the same rear tire that he had put on the night before had to come off he all the heat of noon hour on the highway!  Was it not curious three punctures within four days, after going 2,800 miles in three months without one!

   I am off to bed now as we rise early to see Lizzie off on the 7 o’clock train.

   My especially dear love to you all

Ellen