Much Ado About Motoring…

by Jay Magee on January 27, 2012 · 0 comments

State Road 9A East on the way to ... where else? ... the Town Center and one of those infamous Apple Store Genius Bar appointments. I was 20 minutes late.

State Road 9A East on the way to ... where else? ... the Town Center and one of those infamous Apple Store Genius Bar appointments. I was 20 minutes late.

When I drive, I like to complain. Usually about people or things that hinder my progress from Point A to Point B as quickly as humanly possible. Some people obviously are not on my time schedule, or obviously concerned about anyone else’s, as they plod along the roadway in blissful passive-aggression. But this blog entry is not primarily concerned with them, for once (rest assured, they will get a splatter of sweet-smelling karma all over their rubber necks). This entry will instead focus on some of the other obstacles I encounter that must be wiped out immediately.

And for those of you who are worried I’m actually not blogging about some restaurant I visited, and all the grandiose things I tried, rest assured I’ll be posting a new review of Seasons 52’s winter menu here … very, very soon.

So who determines the placement or quantity of manholes or manhole covers on a roadway? Why are some so clustered together, to the point where I can’t avoid them while driving over them? This is especially bothersome on Riverside Avenue, between Memorial Park and King Street in Jacksonville. I now avoid this stretch of asphalt (and its omnipresent metallic “zits”) and favor Oak Street’s relatively clear complexion. Maybe there’s a forum on the JEA website that explains this nonsense… Nah … that’s too much trouble.

Also, when I’m going north (or really “west”) on Interstate 295 (Buckman Bridge) toward Orange Park from Mandarin, I can’t help but notice the overhead sign telling me it’s unlawful to cross the “double white line.” This is presumably so rush-hour commuters don’t cut each other off on the approach to the U.S. 17 exit (nice idea in theory). However … and I’m talking to you, FDOT geniuses … the “double white lines” were modified years ago and now they’re “single white lines.” I remember from my road rules book (yes, when I was as pimply as the roads in my above anecdote) that only the double-white lines are unlawful to cross. So shouldn’t you be taking down those signs, or restriping the roads? This ambiguity will not be tolerated!

I applaud the rollout of new signage along State Road 9A indicating that it is, at long last, interstate-grade and part of Jacksonville’s Interstate Highway System (and the continuous beltway that I’m sure makes folks in Orlando drool with “perfect-circle” and “no-toll” envy). But wait … there’s a problem (why else would I mention it in this blog?). The only updated signs at this writing are clustered near the I-95 junctions. If you get much beyond those on the “East Beltway,” you’ll see those familiar signs for 9A once again, with nary a mention of 295. As a 15-year Jax resident, I get the whole 9A thing. Thank God we don’t get a lot of tourists here. Boy would they get confused fast once the 295 signs evaporate and they’re traveling on mysterious State Road 9A East. Let’s hope the DOT catches up on erecting the new signs systemwide, and GPS makers also follow suit.

Well, I guess there are less advantageous ways to get around than by car. This sorry cycle was found in Manhattan's Little Italy one unfortunate Saturday night in November 2011.

Well, I guess there are less advantageous ways to get around than by car. This sorry cycle was found in Manhattan's Little Italy one unfortunate Saturday night in November 2011.

OK, I can’t resist anymore! Getting back to one of my earlier analogies … rubberneckers. Ugh … these people need lives, and fast. If you revel in viewing the carnage of others’ automotive follies, you are a sorry individual and you need to focus on the task at hand … getting out of my way. Even when an accident is completely cleared of the travel lanes, it’s inevitable that a cadre of capable doofuses—probably the same trolls who are appending their unemployed, curmudgeon vitriol to every story on Jacksonville.com—will muck up your otherwise foolproof plans for making it from Mandarin to the Town Center in 15 minutes (because those “geniuses” at the Apple Store’s Genius Bar don’t like it when you’re late to their appointments). At one point not so long ago, I wondered if deploying opaque tarps around these alluring aftermaths (which ends up being about 90 percent of the traffic snarls) would discourage dawdling. But then I realized, given the state of our not-so-private lives, some drama hounds would probably slow down (or God forbid, get out of their cars) for a sneak peek at the action and some smartphone YouTube postings.

Makes you wonder if those guys selling papers at the intersections would do any better if they gave up the newsprint and started peddling lives. We’ll keep ‘em at 50 cents so as to encourage rapid sales.

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Ace Pear Cider from Pele's Wood Fire

Ace Pear Cider

The past several years have played stage to a culinary resurrection along King Street in Riverside. Upstarts jostling to make “the scene,” including Intuition Ale Works, Walker’s, Carmine’s and The Loft, cry, “I’m cool, too!” next to neighborhood stalwarts such as Kickbacks Gastropub and Whiteway Delicatessen. Together, these palaces of old-world cool make maneuvering the sidewalks of King anything but a pedestrian taste treat.

And then you come to King’s intersection with Park Street and new proprietors submitting their Awesomeness Application along the 32204-05 line of demarcation – Pele’s Wood Fire. Judging from this writer’s recent visit, the Hawaiian goddess of fire has set up shop in a hot corner, and she means business. Fire up those property values!

Pele’s officially opened January 1 at a coveted corner previously occupied by a pharmacy. Inside you’ll find a modern yet cozy space for 162 diners and barflies in an open-kitchen design, where two oak and hickory-fired ovens create the conversation piece, and lots of modern Italian-American fare. One oven is exclusively for the establishment’s signature pizzas, while its twin manages breads, steaks and other duties. The adjacent bar stocks more than 50 beers on tap—from far-flung labels to Bold City’s and Intuition’s best—with a loyalty card program on the way. You’ll also find 40 wines by bottle, 12-14 by the glass.

But getting back to the reason for this place’s birthing … the pizza! It turns out that restaurant partner Matt Tierney’s wood-fire mobile pizza cart has been feeding hungry patrons at Riverside Arts Market and Intuition for some time. Marry Matt’s pizza acumen with the entrepreneurial drive of investor Mark Frisch, who has long professed a love of NYC pizza mecca Grimaldi’s and its 1200-degree coal-fired ovens, and the pizza cart parked itself at a new brick-and-mortar home that hipsters and Avondale elite alike will revere.

Mushroom Formaggi Pizza from Pele's Wood Fire

Mushroom Formaggi Pizza

Along with pizza, Pele’s breads, pastas and cheeses are crafted in-house, which itself is a remarkable example of “insourcing.” What makes the pizza unique is its prep time—two minutes to stretch the dough and 90 seconds to bake at 1400 degrees—along with a certification that means fewer than 50 places in the US can employ Pele’s process. Reverse-osmosis water filtration brings a flavorful, substantive dough that is a formidable stage for cheeses and toppings to take their rightful places. While you’ll find three published pies here—a Margherita, Prosciutto di Parma and Mushroom Formaggi—you can also build your own.

Our seven-course meal commenced with—what else on a Friday at 5:30?—bar refreshments. I took a leap of faith with the Ace Pear Cider,

Iced Seafood, including Mayport Shrimp, from Pele's Wood Fire

Iced Seafood, including Mayport Shrimp

and I’ll look and leap again and again on this sweet-but-not-candy-sweet brew. Soon after, platters of fluffy, homemade pan rustica alighted on our table, followed by a seasonal selection of iced seafood, including BIG Mayport shrimp, crab legs and Apalachicola Bay oysters. Oh … and the cocktail sauce! I’m not sure what went into that delightful, tangy, hot mess, but it dressed the seafood properly for the holidays.

Next up were the Lemoncello wood-fired wings, served with shaved Parmesan, chilis and olive oil. All I can say is take your buffalo sauce and ship it back North! These wings had tang and pizzazz, and ultimately, class. No red sauce to muck up your fingers. Score! Your date may go out with you again, bucko. Just don’t try eating them with a fork and knife, K? That’s what the wet-naps are for on the table (nice touch).

Two tangled bowls of greens next arrived on our birchwood scene—a Chicken Caesar with smoked white balsamic dressing, and an Arugula and Sweetgrass Dairy Brie arrangement with red pepper, roasted onion vinaigrette, truffle-infused honey and pistachios. Both were outstanding in their own right, but the novelty nod went to the latter, with brie chunks the size of Long Island (well, after a few thousand years of erosion).

We’ve already mentioned the p-word a few times. Being the “fun-guy” that I am, I bowed to the Mushroom Formaggi pie, with garlic ricotta, fontina, fresh thyme and a plethora of roasted seasonal mushrooms. Your wimpy button ‘shrooms are banished to Pizza Hut and Papa John’s forever! I would have eaten a few of these pies if my neighboring diners did not look menacing with their fork tips glistening in my general direction. The Margherita varietal needed more “hardware” (aka: robust toppings) but it definitely brought much flavor.

Black Pepper Spaghetti Carbonara from Pele's Wood Fire

Black Pepper Spaghetti Carbonara

Can you believe we’re only to Course Five? The new arrival, the Black Pepper Spaghetti Carbonara, was my idea of “carb-loading,” complete with smoked bacon (c’mon, let’s just call ‘em pork bellies!), Parmesan, tomato and egg-yolk cream. I would eat this every other night of my life … assuming morbid obesity suddenly became en vogue and heart-healthy. Sadly, Bizarroland is still for the comic books.

Coal-Fired Manhattan Ribeye from Pele's Wood Fire

Coal-Fired Manhattan Ribeye

Finally, we arrived at the Main Event: the Coal-Fired Manhattan Ribeye, dry-aged and served medium-rare with whipped potatoes, sautéed spinach, onions, sliced garlic, sugo and horseradish. Hands-down (but not forks and knives down), this was one of the best cuts of meat I have ever been served. It was obviously hand-carved and lean at that, with perfectly proportioned accompaniments. Being medium-rare, my carving prowess was tested, but the velvety textured meat was worth every turn of the knife.

Zeppole Italian Donut Holes from Pele's Wood Fire

Zeppole Italian Donut Holes

Our four-hour culinary odyssey wound down with La Dolce Vita (dessert) and three premium selections. First to our table was an Italian standby, the Tiramisu. It was a competent dessert by all standards and met all inspections, but (and if you haven’t picked up any hints of a theme so far, this is the spoiler) it didn’t transcend expectations. If the Tiramisu was the hard-working, quiet student, the White Chocolate Cheesecake with amarena cherry glaze and chocolate-espresso pot de crème was the valedictorian – supple, delightful, flavorful, and destined to go far. Then you throw in the Zeppole Italian Donut Holes with hazelnut-chocolate sauce, orange sea-salt caramel and lemon custard, and you’ve got the boisterous class clown, with lots of color, sugar and sass. They joined an excellent Segafredo coffee service to usher us out of our food comas.

Pele’s will be open seven days a week for dinner until 10 p.m., with a limited menu and full bar service beyond that. Breakfast and weekend brunch seatings are on the way in a matter of weeks at 7 a.m. and 10:30 a.m., respectively. Free wifi and ample electrical outlets abound for your laptopping or tableting pleasures, along with a private room available for reservations at no additional cost. Speaking of which, online reservations are in the works, too.

You’ll find Pele’s at 2665 Park Street, across from Walgreen’s. Call 904.232.8545 for info and reservations, or visit facebook.com/peleswoodfire for menus and more.

If you haven’t yet already, meet the new neighbors at Park and King. They’re totally HOT, and a welcomed edition to this burgeoning corridor of taste in one of the River City’s great neighborhoods.

View Jay’s photo gallery from Pele’s Wood Fire at https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150438041561739.355764.562301738&type=1&l=63187693ce.

If you’re ever with me in a big-time crush of humanity, you might hear me say (quite loudly, actually), “I’d like to make a video game out of this.”

In the context of my recent trip to LEGOLAND Florida in Winter Haven, picture me as the lone warship at the bottom of the screen in the 1981 arcade thriller Galaga, and all those battleships above me a motley, melting-pot stew of strollers, power scooters, wheelchairs, screaming, unattended kids, costumed characters, lost parents, pooper scooper-wielding sanitation staff (oops, that’s saved for Disney’s post-parade horse mop-up crew), and yes, even a few Technicolor, life-size Legoized sculptures. It’s only a matter of time until one of them gets me. And they all see me as the sole single guy/warship – an easy, isolated target that can’t move forward or back – just side to side.

Such is the chaotic scene (unless you’re a parent used to chaos) at the “new” central Florida park, which opened October 15 on the site of the former Cypress Gardens theme park/botanical garden in the heart of Polk County’s lake country. Less than an hour from the established tourist haunts near Orlando, it’s an easy add-on for out-of-towners looking for Disney respite, and an easy daytrip for the local yocals.

Oh … before I get too deep into my review, I’ll give you the all-important disclaimer: I am single and I don’t have any kids. Thus, LEGOLAND was not built with my “customer profile” in mind. I came to the park with a general understanding of that profile, though, and visions of old Florida grandeur left over from St. John Vianney Catholic School field trips eons ago.

Much like Walt’s empire, LEGOLAND Florida is an A-list theme park, complete with corporate dotage on many of its 50-plus rides and attractions, a variety of “lands” in a generally circular formation, and a glossy, fold-out map to tell you where the restrooms, stage shows and chicken-finger vendors are. Its owner, Merlin Entertainments Group, owns other Lego-themed attractions worldwide and throughout the US, primarily in the Midwest and in Southern California.

After we deposited $12 for the privilege of parking on the property, we were guided to our space in a very Mouse-like configuration. Only one fly in that ointment, though — no parking lot trams, the absence of which is a big fail for families with little ones (in other words, for EVERYONE GOING). You may be able to pay more for “preferred parking,” but honestly, tired feet need trams and corporations need not be cheap.

Once you’re past the turnstiles, it’s obvious that LEGOLAND is a land ruled by the little ones who are obsessed with the colorful Danish blocks and their trillions of configurations. Between the established junior-level coasters and carnival-style rides and freestyle playgrounds, you’ll find thousands of untethered children bouncing between attractions – mostly between ages 4-10. There’s plenty of seating on the sidelines for the adults, who can keep watch over all the action. And know that the legalese is THICK on welcome signs, placards … anything telling parents what they can or can’t sue about because of their kids’ adventures.

You’ll also find LOTS of interesting Lego constructions throughout the park – from cartoon characters and alligators (you knew I’d find a way to get that in, right?) to a Miniland complete with to-scale cities (New York, San Francisco, Washington DC, etc.), skyscrapers and amazing animatronics (check the escalators in Grand Central Terminal!). This is smack-dab in the center of the park, and I suspect many adults harboring long-lost love affairs with ancient Legos hang here to reminisce. Even as a former Lincoln Log addict, I couldn’t help but dwell (and drool) in awe over the detail of the Miniland constructs. I mean, they even have a Lego Space Shuttle launch (complete with countdown timer and rumbling sound effects). What 6-year-old aspiring astronaut’s not all over that?

[Interestingly, Miniland doesn't depict Orlando or any of its park-style attractions, an interesting and no-doubt strategic slap in the face to the competition for a park sponsored by a CVB (visitcentralflorida.org) that claims “Central Florida” is Polk County, and only Polk County. As a card-carrying Orlando native, I laugh at this provinciality. Tampa, Miami, St. Augustine, Key West, Tallahassee and other Florida scenes have been Legoized, though.]

You’ve got three junior-level coasters (The Dragon, Coastersaurus and Flying School), an Adventure Land-like area with Egyptian themes, a Fantasy Land-like world (home to The Dragon), a water-themed area near the lakefront ski stadiums (more on them later), and plenty of opportunities to pick up boxes of those tiny blocks (stores are mainly clustered near the front entrance). I would have liked to see a fastpass-style system to reserve seats for the bigger rides, but posted wait times were generally accurate or slightly liberal. And that says a lot for a busy Sunday afternoon the weekend before Thanksgiving, when many were beginning weeklong vacations.

Aside from the kid-centric attractions, it’s encouraging to know that the last vestiges of the park’s former majority tenant weren’t bulldozed (such as the fate of Boardwalk and Baseball, just a little ways up US Hwy. 27 in Davenport, which is home to a few dozen big-box retailers 21 years later). LL’s corporate masters have retained elements of the former Cypress Gardens botanical park, which lived here from 1936 to 2009 – about 30 acres, owned by Polk County. The ski stadiums that ring the old park’s entrance are intact and entertaining with a variety of ski and pirate shows. Beyond those, you’ll find tree-lined walkways with amazing foliage, statues and placards that pay homage to days gone by, and even some Southern Belles (Legoized, of course). Sadly, access to this tract is limited, and the main access point is hard to find, the result of poor signage. Perhaps that’s just to keep the marauding kids away from trampling the beauty, so I might thank the park for strategically creating this bottleneck.

Now it’s time to get down to dollars and cents. Day passes are in Disney territory, — $75 for adults and $65 for kids 3 to 12. With an AAA membership, though, you get steep discounts – to $56 and $50, respectively, for a one-day pass. With up to three trips a year, an annual pass pays for itself ($129 and $99, respectively, for the basic pass). The cost of food also isn’t a trendsetter – hamburger platters will run you $8-9 without a drink. You’ll find a variety of foods for every taste (and most diet sensitivities, although I didn’t test gluten-free fare) between food carts and cafeteria-style indoor spots.

So the question looms: Is it worth the money? If you have children who fit the age demographic (4-10, and not kids much older or younger), it’s a standout among the region’s other tourist meccas. For budding teens who want rides that push the limits, look instead to Universal Orlando or Busch Gardens. If you want an overall theme park experience for a diverse family of tastes, Disney’s cornered that market in Florida for 40 years.

After all was said and done in seven hours (and a long walk back to the car – parking trams, people!), I have to say that I’ll be back to LEGOLAND Florida … with my child(ren), who WILL exist one day (as I calmly reassure my mother). Until then, my sights are set on the Dali Museum, Ringling Museum of Art, Gatorland Zoo and other adult getaways that don’t require trams and might not be very exciting backdrops for video games. That suits this non-gamer just fine.

View Jay’s Facebook photo gallery from LEGOLAND Florida

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