Deep in the heart of downtown, a little piece
of rural goodness can be found at the local
farmer’s market known as the Public Market,
a nearly 200 year-old Rochester tradition.
Here you can find fresh fruits, vegetables,
plants, and flowers delivered and sold directly
by the farmers who grew them. Always
a mess, always crowded, always smelling of
ripe produce, the Public Market is simply a
concrete slab lined with merchants’ tables
all under a roof with no walls. But this nofrills
atmosphere is where you’ll find the
freshest produce at the cheapest prices. For
a dollar, you are pretty much guaranteed to
buy yourself a large serving of your favorites
like apples, grapes, snap peas, squash,
tomatoes, etc.
On Sundays, the flea market tables come out.
If you’re really interested in getting to know
Rochester’s unique character, you must stop
by the Public Market on a Sunday. Linger at
the tables cluttered with lamps, silverware,
matchbooks, appliances, and stuff you can’t
even recognize and talk to the elderly Rochester
natives selling odd relics from their
childhoods. Since Rochester — thanks to
Kodak — has been a photo town, the flea
market sellers always have old 1950s photo
equipment and Brownie cameras.
And that’s not all. Pastry shops, a meat market,
polish sausage and empanada stands,
and more all line the marketplace. My recommendations
for a Saturday early afternoon
outing: Stop at Java’s for a coffee, go to the
Rich Port Bakery next door for a Puerto Rican
pastry, then enter the hall of fruit and vegetable
tables. After ambling along and spending
a little money, have lunch at the Empanada
Stop on the other end of the market. Be sure
to try the green sauce.
This biker-laden haven of all things that stick
between the teeth of carnivores is an appreciated
twist on the meat-obsessed calorie stuffing
“American” restaurant icon. Throw
in some blues and eccentric wall dressings,
such as ratty boar heads (Fake? Real?) and
you’ve got Dinosaur Bar-B-Que.
The wait to get in on a weekend can tax
your nerves, but on a night like Thursday
you’ l l only f ind your sel f tapping your
feet and drumming your fingers for forty
minutes or so. Br ing your favorite nonvegan
conversational friend and time’ll
fly like a Pterodactyl.
If you’ve ever eaten ribs at a place that boasted
the “world’s greatest ribs,” you’ve tasted
every restaurant’s “world’s greatest ribs.”
They come on a plate you can barely wrap
your arms around and the rack is so mammoth
you feel like you could surf it through
a tidal wave of barbeque sauce.
Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, fortunately, offers a
vast variety of sauces to customize your behemoth
of a meal. If Satan has a cameo on
the label, you know what to expect. However,
the eccentric sauce that goes by the name
of Wango Tango is worth a try. Don’t let its
mention of habanero peppers scare you off.
Yes, habanero usually refers to the peppers
that can melt the tar off your driveway — or a
Canadian band — but the Wango Tango sauce
is actually quite sweet, with an easily extinguishable
spice. I’d go so far as to call it the
boysenberry sauce of barbeque.
The Dino should probably be considered
more of an attraction than a haunt. Sure,
you can pick up a sandwich for barely less
than ten bucks, but get something serious
and you could be dishing out twenty dollars.
But at a rough estimate of a calorie per
penny, you’ll leave full.
Throw a dart (or jart, for the more outdoorsy)
along Park Avenue and if you don’t puncture
or impale a pedestrian, it will probably land
on a pretty decent oh-I’m-so-hip dining establishment
cramped with small booths and
a dozen or so outdoor tables under the majesty
of the famed Rochester clouds. I may be
awful at darts, but I stumbled across a little
place called Jine’s that may just be worth the
parking space scavenger hunt.
The food is great, but the place looks modest
enough not to make you feel like the snob
you may very well be if you enjoy fine dining.
It’s a sort of ritzy chicken-and-pastaand-
wine sort of place, so I ordered the Jine’s
chicken and pasta. It’s a boneless chicken
breast sautéed with sun-dried tomatoes,
mushrooms, artichoke hearts — and all sorts
of other fancy culinary things — served over
pasta with a white wine pesto sauce. $11.95
for a heap. To my ears and stomach, that
sounds like ‘buy one dinner, get tomorrow’s
lunch free.’ I fought hard to put a dent in
my plate and just found my eyes rolling
back into my head, fearful that I had loaded
myself up to the trachea with the flavorful
chicken and ziti noodles of this classy entrée.
But if Jine’s is too crowded or on fire or
incapacitated in any way, the wickedly cheap
Sinbad’s is within dart-throwing distance.
The great thing about Park Avenue is that if
Jine’s doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, you
can find over a dozen variations of delicacy
and décor within a couple blocks.
California Rollin’
by Frances Cabrera 274 N. Goodman Street at The Village Gate
1000 N. River Street at The Ferry Terminal
Definitely the best place for sushi in Rochester,
probably one of the best places for sushi
on the East Coast, California Rollin’ is just
that good. With a large selection of nigiri,
maki, and tempura rolls, no fish is left out
of the mix. And its eel is just divine melt-inyour
mouth goodness. In addition, the roll
sizes here are larger than most of the rolls
at other sushi joints in the area.
The restaurant offers special weekly rolls.
These rolls are the extravagant rolls one
would expect to find in a high-end sushi restaurant
of a large city. They usually contain
ingredients like raspberry sauce. California
Rollin’ also offers daily specials ranging
from dollar nigiri rolls on Monday to sake
night on Thursday. However, the special
that really brings the crowds in is the All-You-Can-Eat-Sushi night on Wednesday.
For $20, you can get round after round of a
variety of sushi, chef’s choice. The catch is
that you must finish one round before going
on to the next.
While two locations are available, the location
most popular with the RIT crowd is the
Village Gate location in the city. The feel
is trendy with dim lights, distressed blue
booths, and a large freshwater tank in the
middle of the room filled with bright, ugly
fish peering at you as you eat their brethren.
If you sit at the bar, though, you don’t have
to look at them. No reason to feel guilty over
something so delicious.
Aladdin’s Natural Eatery
by Frances Cabrera 641 Monroe Avenue, Rochester
8 Schoen Place, Pittsford
Simply known as Aladdin’s, this restaurant
specializing in Mediterranean cuisine is
known for its super fresh ingredients and
reasonable prices.
While the city location is closer to campus,
I’d recommend venturing to Pittsford on a
sunny day and eating on the restaurant’s
outside deck along the Erie Canal. Fresh
food and fresh air are what every dormridden,
Gracie’s-eating college kid needs from
time to time.
As for what to order, the pitas are delicious,
and they are all under four dollars! My favorite
is the gyro pita. The gyro meat is tender
and softly-spiced, and there’s always a lot of
it. Other pitas that are offered are chicken,
meat kebab, dolmades (grape leaves), and
eggplant.
If you’re more in the mood for a dinner entrée,
Aladdin’s serves traditional plates for
$7.25. The moussaka is a great choice, and so
is the spanikopita.
Aladdin’s menu also caters to vegetarians.
It serves a variety of salads topped with ingredients
such as marinated eggplant, goat
cheese, and falafel patties, and is dressed
with tahini-yogurt or pine nut dressings.
The soups are also worth mentioning, ranging
from the classic vegetable soups to the
exotic cold soups like tzatziki (yogurt, garlic,
cucumbers, and mint) and gazpacho
(tomatoes, cilantro, cucumbers, and green
peppers). And before you order anything else,
be sure to get a plate of humos (hummus)
served with warm pita pieces for the table.
Aladdin’s is a departure from the greasy food
world and instead is a world filled with dancing
chickpeas and eggplants. Opa!