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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:apcm="http://ap.org/schemas/03/2005/apcm"><channel><title>MetroPulse Stories: The Gourmet Nose</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/knoxville-culture/the-gourmet-nose/?partner=RSS</link><atom:link href="http://metropulse.com/news/knoxville-culture/the-gourmet-nose/?partner=RSS" type="application/rss+xml" rel="self"></atom:link><description>MetroPulse Stories: The Gourmet Nose</description><language>en-us</language><category>knoxville-culture/the-gourmet-nose</category><apcm:author name="MetroPulse" uri="http://metropulse.com"></apcm:author><apcm:id>/news/knoxville-culture/the-gourmet-nose/?partner=RSS</apcm:id><apcm:link rel="self">http://metropulse.com/feeds/headlines/knoxville-culture/the-gourmet-nose/</apcm:link><apcm:updated>2008-11-21T15:22:15.557661</apcm:updated><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><item><title>Viva Le Parigo
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/nov/19/viva-la-parigo/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[When Cedric Coant shut down his Bearden restaurant earlier this year, one of the leading lights of West Knoxville’s gastronomic scene was snuffed out in its prime. Yet a couple of weeks ago this much-mourned doyenne of Knoxvillian Francophiles rose again like a pan-seared Lazarus. Now this resurrected treasure, this happy truffle, can once more delight and inspire in its new upscale, downtown residence (416 W. Clinch Avenue).  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/nov/19/viva-la-parigo/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>14016</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-11-19T17:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-11-19T17:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/nov/19/viva-la-parigo/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>When Cedric Coant shut down his Bearden restaurant earlier this year, one of the leading lights of West Knoxville’s gastronomic scene was snuffed out in its prime. Yet a couple of weeks ago this much-mourned doyenne of Knoxvillian Francophiles rose again like a pan-seared Lazarus. Now this resurrected treasure, this happy truffle, can once more delight and inspire in its new upscale, downtown residence (416 W. Clinch Avenue).</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Viva Le Parigo</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>viva-la-parigo</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>A Plate Too Far?
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/oct/29/plate-too-far/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[Back at military school there was a guy who would perpetually challenge us to chess games. So confident was he in his abilities he would insist on wearing a blindfold, while allowing us to play without impediment. He was an exceptionally strong player, but certainly wasn’t good enough to beat anyone in his chosen style. A dozen or so moves in, the game would begin to be peppered with “Sorry, where’s my bishop again?” and similar queries. Had he but removed the cloth, he could have wiped the floor with all of us, but he was a man who preferred to fail as a genius rather than succeed as a primus inter pares.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 21:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/oct/29/plate-too-far/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13884</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-10-29T17:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-10-29T17:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/oct/29/plate-too-far/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>Back at military school there was a guy who would perpetually challenge us to chess games. So confident was he in his abilities he would insist on wearing a blindfold, while allowing us to play without impediment. He was an exceptionally strong player, but certainly wasn’t good enough to beat anyone in his chosen style. A dozen or so moves in, the game would begin to be peppered with “Sorry, where’s my bishop again?” and similar queries. Had he but removed the cloth, he could have wiped the floor with all of us, but he was a man who preferred to fail as a genius rather than succeed as a primus inter pares.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>A Plate Too Far?</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>plate-too-far</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Curb Service
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/oct/15/curb-service/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[Pup’s Pit BBQ (112 Walker Springs Road) is a cultural barometer, social weather vane, and microcosmic bellwether for the soul of our nation. It also manages to be one of the best sources of barbecue in Knoxville.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/oct/15/curb-service/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13842</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-10-15T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-10-15T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/oct/15/curb-service/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>Pup’s Pit BBQ (112 Walker Springs Road) is a cultural barometer, social weather vane, and microcosmic bellwether for the soul of our nation. It also manages to be one of the best sources of barbecue in Knoxville.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Curb Service</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>curb-service</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Grand Company
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/sep/24/grand-company/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[I generally give myself six out of 10 for looks and a seven for personality. Society at large, however, seems to have awarded me a four average. The latest thrill is, just as I reach an age mature enough to accept the popular vote, my small handful of good features—both physical and mental—begin their decline.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/sep/24/grand-company/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13772</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-09-24T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-09-24T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/sep/24/grand-company/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>I generally give myself six out of 10 for looks and a seven for personality. Society at large, however, seems to have awarded me a four average. The latest thrill is, just as I reach an age mature enough to accept the popular vote, my small handful of good features—both physical and mental—begin their decline.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Grand Company</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>grand-company</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>The Joy of Vindaloo
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/aug/27/joy-vindaloo/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[In my hometown, a curry on a Saturday night was pretty much obligatory. So, too, I blush to tell, was boorish behavior in the curry house. If the restaurant’s flocked fleur-de-lis wallpaper could only talk it would bear witness to some shocking scenes of vandalism, mob rule, and prandial disrespect, including a deeply regrettable incident involving Eric Clapton.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/aug/27/joy-vindaloo/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13671</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-08-27T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-08-27T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/aug/27/joy-vindaloo/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>In my hometown, a curry on a Saturday night was pretty much obligatory. So, too, I blush to tell, was boorish behavior in the curry house. If the restaurant’s flocked fleur-de-lis wallpaper could only talk it would bear witness to some shocking scenes of vandalism, mob rule, and prandial disrespect, including a deeply regrettable incident involving Eric Clapton.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>The Joy of Vindaloo</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>joy-vindaloo</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Ye Olde Steakhouse: Beefy Brilliance
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/30/beefy-brilliance/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>The Gourmet Nose:</strong> Ye Olde Steakhouse (6838 Chapman Highway) is unrefined enough to have plastic-wrapped crackers on its tables. But don’t confuse lowbrow with low quality; the restaurant’s straightforward but perfectly prepared food reaches heights of excellence Knoxville’s more urbane destinations can only dream of. This exceptionally—perhaps uniquely—good steak house doesn’t just have patrons. It has fans, and remaining non-partisan is a challenge in the face of such sumptuous, beautiful cooking  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/30/beefy-brilliance/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13572</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-07-30T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-07-30T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jul/30/beefy-brilliance/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;The Gourmet Nose:&lt;/strong&gt; Ye Olde Steakhouse (6838 Chapman Highway) is unrefined enough to have plastic-wrapped crackers on its tables. But don’t confuse lowbrow with low quality; the restaurant’s straightforward but perfectly prepared food reaches heights of excellence Knoxville’s more urbane destinations can only dream of. This exceptionally—perhaps uniquely—good steak house doesn’t just have patrons. It has fans, and remaining non-partisan is a challenge in the face of such sumptuous, beautiful cooking</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Ye Olde Steakhouse: Beefy Brilliance</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>beefy-brilliance</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Demi’s Deli: Sandwich Safari
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/16/sandwich-safari/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>The Gourmet Nose:</strong> One of the more unpleasant ways to die in Australia is to hit a kangaroo while driving through the outback. The split second before collision will often be enough for the beast to jump, clearing the hood but smashing through the windshield. Should the driver survive the initial impact, his last earthly sensation is likely to be that of being kicked repeatedly in the face by the muscle-bound hind legs of the panicked marsupial  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/16/sandwich-safari/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13520</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-07-16T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-07-16T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jul/16/sandwich-safari/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;The Gourmet Nose:&lt;/strong&gt; One of the more unpleasant ways to die in Australia is to hit a kangaroo while driving through the outback. The split second before collision will often be enough for the beast to jump, clearing the hood but smashing through the windshield. Should the driver survive the initial impact, his last earthly sensation is likely to be that of being kicked repeatedly in the face by the muscle-bound hind legs of the panicked marsupial</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Demi’s Deli: Sandwich Safari</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>sandwich-safari</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Falafel Hut: Mediterranean Makeover
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/02/mediterranean-makeover/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>The Gourmet Nose:</strong> With the sun firmly past its solstice, the Tennessee summer now awakens from his fitful sleep. Rolling up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles, and lifting his trusty cudgel Fahrenheit, he is ready for another season of violent repression. For the next 12 weeks he owns the very air and all who live in it. Roaming his dominion, he will crush without mercy any mortal foolish enough to break his daylight curfew  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jul/02/mediterranean-makeover/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13465</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-07-02T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-07-02T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jul/02/mediterranean-makeover/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;The Gourmet Nose:&lt;/strong&gt; With the sun firmly past its solstice, the Tennessee summer now awakens from his fitful sleep. Rolling up his sleeves, cracking his knuckles, and lifting his trusty cudgel Fahrenheit, he is ready for another season of violent repression. For the next 12 weeks he owns the very air and all who live in it. Roaming his dominion, he will crush without mercy any mortal foolish enough to break his daylight curfew</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Falafel Hut: Mediterranean Makeover</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>mediterranean-makeover</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Soccer Taco: Tongue and Cheek
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/18/tongue-and-cheek/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>The Gourmet Nose:</strong> With the biggest sporting tournament of the year—UEFA’s Euro 2008—currently in full swing, there’s rarely been a better time to spend an evening surrounded by 11 TVs all tuned to the sport that the rest of the world knows as football. There aren’t many locations in Knoxville that can boast such slavish devotion to the beautiful game, but even diners with no keen financial interest in the competition will find plenty to get excited about at Soccer Taco (6701 Kingston Pike, at Bearden Hill). Here, thanks to a successful balancing act that most sports bars could learn from, the matches and their attendant hubbub—despite the sheer number of screens—are as easy to ignore as to watch, and the food is FIFA quality at soccer-mom prices.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/18/tongue-and-cheek/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13426</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-06-18T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-06-18T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jun/18/tongue-and-cheek/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;The Gourmet Nose:&lt;/strong&gt; With the biggest sporting tournament of the year—UEFA’s Euro 2008—currently in full swing, there’s rarely been a better time to spend an evening surrounded by 11 TVs all tuned to the sport that the rest of the world knows as football. There aren’t many locations in Knoxville that can boast such slavish devotion to the beautiful game, but even diners with no keen financial interest in the competition will find plenty to get excited about at Soccer Taco (6701 Kingston Pike, at Bearden Hill). Here, thanks to a successful balancing act that most sports bars could learn from, the matches and their attendant hubbub—despite the sheer number of screens—are as easy to ignore as to watch, and the food is FIFA quality at soccer-mom prices.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Soccer Taco: Tongue and Cheek</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>tongue-and-cheek</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>Hong Kong House: Intestinal Fortitude
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/04/intestinal-fortitude/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>The Gourmet Nose:</strong> I was once detained by airport officials for reasons never made entirely clear. A couple of humorless, gun-toting zealots took me to what they referred to as “the room” and left me there to wait, presumably in the hope that I would start to panic. This was a space wholly stripped of warmth or emotion; blank, dull walls, a bedraggled array of plastic chairs and harsh strip lighting in the low, prefab ceiling. The sole human touch came from that famous official photo of George W. Bush looking like a boy who’s just learned a new swear word.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/jun/04/intestinal-fortitude/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13376</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-06-04T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-06-04T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/jun/04/intestinal-fortitude/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;The Gourmet Nose:&lt;/strong&gt; I was once detained by airport officials for reasons never made entirely clear. A couple of humorless, gun-toting zealots took me to what they referred to as “the room” and left me there to wait, presumably in the hope that I would start to panic. This was a space wholly stripped of warmth or emotion; blank, dull walls, a bedraggled array of plastic chairs and harsh strip lighting in the low, prefab ceiling. The sole human touch came from that famous official photo of George W. Bush looking like a boy who’s just learned a new swear word.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>Hong Kong House: Intestinal Fortitude</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>intestinal-fortitude</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item><item><title>RouXbarb: A Fresh Start
</title><link>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/may/21/fresh-start/?partner=RSS</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>The Gourmet Nose:</strong> Bruce Bogartz—chef, entrepreneur, and force of nature—has returned to Knoxville in some style, transforming a low-slung, surly little building on Northshore Drive into a beautiful gem of a restaurant.  ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 22:00:00 -0000</pubDate><guid>http://metropulse.com/news/2008/may/21/fresh-start/?partner=RSS</guid><category>restaurants/reviews</category><apcm:ContentMetadata><apcm:id>13325</apcm:id><apcm:updated>2008-05-21T18:00:00</apcm:updated><apcm:published>2008-05-21T18:00:00</apcm:published><apcm:rights>Copyright MetroPulse, 2008</apcm:rights><apcm:link href="/news/2008/may/21/fresh-start/?partner=RSS" rel="alternate"></apcm:link><apcm:summary>&lt;strong&gt;The Gourmet Nose:&lt;/strong&gt; Bruce Bogartz—chef, entrepreneur, and force of nature—has returned to Knoxville in some style, transforming a low-slung, surly little building on Northshore Drive into a beautiful gem of a restaurant.</apcm:summary><apcm:DateLine>Knoxville, TN</apcm:DateLine><apcm:HeadLine>RouXbarb: A Fresh Start</apcm:HeadLine><apcm:Source>MetroPulse</apcm:Source><apcm:Characteristics MediaType="Text"></apcm:Characteristics><apcm:SlugLine>fresh-start</apcm:SlugLine></apcm:ContentMetadata></item></channel></rss>