The Convenient Cuisine Scene

Time was when a gourmet meal meant out-on-the-town fine dining.

Increasingly, however, there are creative alternatives to the ritzy restaurant scene. The cachet and convenience of at-home gourmet dining has caught on.

Take it from Margaret Franklin, the co-owner of Tampa’s Franklin Travel Inc. She and her husband work long hours and travel a lot. Time is something they don’t have a lot of – and they don’t like allotting it to shop, cook and clean up.

At least once a week, Franklin stops by Chavez at Home in Tampa’s SoHo section for “Gourmet Take-Home Cuisine.” Typically she calls ahead and orders off the a la carte menu. For something special, she’ll allow for a two-day turnaround. “You can get whatever you want,” says Franklin, “including a fantastic Lobster Thermidor.”

Denise Chavez’s year-old, take-out enterprise has found a South Tampa, disposable income niche spanning empty nesters to young singles to Mayor Pam Iorio.

Menu entrees range from prime rib to a shrimp and crab casserole; sides include baked apricots, brandied fruit gelatin, twice-baked potatoes and even a Brunswick Stew.

“I can get anything you want,” says Chavez. “I’ll get you a server if you request one.” Indeed, she can accommodate requests for wine, linens, china, flowers or musicians.

The popularity of at-home fine fare has even drawn the attention of the Schwan Food Co., one of the largest, branded frozen-food companies in the U.S. In October 2004, it launched the Impromptu Gourmet Complete Meal Experience. Diners can go online (www.Impromptugourmet.com) to access and assess menus for entrees, appetizers, soups, sides, breads and desserts and, in effect, design their own meals. Culinary agents also stand by for orders and/or questions (877-632-5766). Delivery is 3-5 days.

“We looked at the trends out there,” says Glenn Bader, Schwan’s director of emerging channels, “and we thought corporate gifting could work for us. We also saw the rise of the ‘foodies,’ an aging demographic and people who have money and want to pamper themselves. We saw an opportunity to sell ‘an experience.'”

To that end, IG’s “You-buy-the-wine-and-turn-on-the-oven” service also includes a CD (jazz, blues or classical) and a guide to cooking, seating, table-setting and wine-pairing. Early menu favorites, says Bader, include the lobster bisque for starters, entrees Beef Wellington and a Seafood Cannelloni and the sweet-tooth pleasing tiramisu.

Yet another variation on the convenient cuisine theme is storefront kitchens, where ingredients and recipes are ready and waiting. According to the Easy Meal Press Association, there are now more than 200 companies across the U.S. and Canada offering this “make-and-take” main course service. Among the dozen or so in the Bay Area is the Tampa Bay Supper Club in Safety Harbor that opened last December.According to co-owner David Stender, it’s been a “gangbusters” response from those who appreciate the turnkey approach with a collegial atmosphere. It’s become a venue where friendships can be fostered and mother-daughter relationships fortified.

TBSC has 16 stations, with no more than 10 in use at a time. There are three (1 3/4 hour) sessions Wednesday-Saturday, with a single session on Sunday. The menu, which changes monthly, features 12-16 items. Sample entrees have included lobster strudel, bacon-wrapped artichoke chicken and the surprise favorite: Cape Capensa South African white fish. Diners choose 4-packs ($77), 8-packs ($148) or 12-packs ($199).

“The concept has taken off,” says Stender. “The food they take out is as consistent as any good restaurant’s and our guests – not ‘customers’ – have a wonderful time.”

Is A Streetcar Loop In Downtown’s Future?

The most recent Tampa Downtown Partnership breakfast meeting was billed as “A Tale of Two Cities.” As in Portland, Ore., and Tampa. The common denominator: Each has a streetcar system. Both were started in the last few years.

End of comparison.

Portland, which is also heavily invested in light rail that intersects and integrates with the streetcar system, is known in transit circles as progressive. Tampa isn’t.

Portland reduces per-capita vehicle miles traveled; Tampa talks of a beltway. Portland’s developers, property owners and governmental entities get it; Tampa has to defend its downtown interests against the provincially myopic Hillsborough County Commission.

The 4-mile, circulator Portland system, which was designed as a magnet for downtown residents, attracts nearly 60,000 riders a week. The 2.4-mile, Convention Center-to-Ybor City TECO Line Streetcar System, which accommodates mostly visitors, less than 6,000.

And yet.

In the opinion of a streetcar expert from Portland, we may be on the right track if we don’t derail ourselves.

“You’ve already experienced some (synergistic) success with Channelside,” noted Rick Gustafson, executive director of Portland Streetcar Inc. and chief operating officer of the Portland Streetcar. “If you complete your downtown loop, it would be dynamite.

“You have your (Southern Transportation) Plaza, the corridor to Ybor, and then you add attractions, including the Performing Arts Center,” added Gustafson. “And then you connect them.”

He then underscored the context that a streetcar system’s success requires.

“It’s a 90 percent economic development tool and 10 per cent transportation,” noted Gustafson. “You have the same potential here.”

Then he cited a downtown rule of thumb: “Poor transit, no mixed-use; good transit; good mixed-use.” One example: the $2.39 billion in private investments generated by the Portland streetcar.

But, no, the formula doesn’t work well with buses.

“You have to think of your customers,” explained Gustafson. “The (streetcar) ride is superior. Noise is an issue. Do you want a latte or a cup of coffee?”

At present, only 600 residents live downtown. That will soon double. And more than 2,200 residential units are now under construction. Many more are planned. But units are not residents. Amenities – from retail to transit – will become paramount in attracting those who want the downtown experience.

But first things first, although community shakers such as Al Austin and Mayor Pam Iorio are increasingly vocal about the need for regional rail. Now in the planning stage is a .3-mile extension of the streetcar system that would run north on Franklin Street to Whiting Street and the Fort Brooke parking garage. A little closer to the heart of downtown.

This is, indeed, a tale of two cities. And, no, Tampa is no Portland. But, yes, it can certainly avoid the worst of times.

Say It Again, Sam

Someone had to say it.

But it had to be someone who’s not a Central Casting, American infidel. Someone not in the traditional mold of a politically incorrect, Western bigot. Someone not on the ACLU’s hit list.

Someone whose shoes most of us can never walk in.That someone is Sam Rashid. Yes, THAT Sam Rashid, the conservative political rainmaker from suburban Hillsborough County.

In a recent Tampa Tribune column, the Pakistani native addressed head-on the controversial issue of profiling in the post-9/11 world. As in, “Profile me.”

There was an epiphany, and it came after Rashid saw a young blond woman in a business suit pulled out of a flight-boarding line and subjected to a thorough security check. She had been randomly selected, and he had not.

“I would have felt a lot safer had I been pulled out of line,” wrote Rashid. “After all, I came a lot closer to looking like the face of Islamic fundamentalism than a young blond business woman.

“It would be safer if everyone who looked even remotely like me were profiled,” continued Rashid. “This doesn’t mean we stop the security checks on others; it simply means that we take a closer look at certain individuals.”

Rashid knows that we profile, in effect, for all kinds of things – from car insurance to Hooters’ employment. Why not when we’re at war with crazed jihadis that don’t tend to come in all colors, creeds, genders and ages? When lives – obviously including Rashid’s – could well be at stake?

Granted, Sam Rashid, a U.S. citizen whose children are being raised Catholic, doesn’t speak for all those 17-40 males born in Middle Eastern countries. Would that he did.

Legal Scalping

Score one for the marketplace.

Selling tickets for more than face value in Florida is now as legal as charging a lot more for a hotel room on college football weekends. They are both a function of what the market will bear.

Also call it a concession to common sense. The police at Bucs’ games, for example, can now spend more of their time watching for, say, counterfeiters, pickpockets and assaultive drunks, none of whom are associated with victimless crimes.

Vote From Home

The other day I received my red-white-and-blue tri-fold for Request-A-Ballot for the Hillsborough County General Election. It had that political propaganda look and almost went the way of so many Frank Farkas fliers.

But the photo of Buddy Johnson and a prominent exclamation point caught my attention. “Vote in the comfort of your own home!” is not without appeal. You fill out a form; affix a stamp; send it on in; and you’re on your dutiful way. No election-day lines plus “more time to review your ballot and make your choices.”

Sounds like a deal. If you’re in traction or out of town, it’s a godsend to be sure. Your voice will be heard. If it’s a democratic responsibility to vote, it’s surely a democratic duty to accommodate voters’ special needs.

But should voting, absent any extraordinary circumstance, be as easy — and more to the point, as insular — as a Netflix order? Not to sound like a franchise fossil, but in an increasingly impersonal, wired world, we have precious few opportunities for meaningful communal interaction. To gather as a community and a neighborhood and rally around something other than sports teams.

If nothing else, in-person voting can, however briefly, return us to a simpler, more intimate time. Whether Republican, Democrat or Independent, we are forced to flee, however briefly, our narrow, self-reinforcing political universes.

We are reminded that for all of our polarizing differences, what we have in common is affirming and precious – an abiding appreciation of the ballot box and a collective sense of purpose.

Hold The “Swagger”

“Swagger.”

It’s one of those terms that, once it worms its connotative way into the parlance, establishes a beachhead. But unlike “edgy” or “snarky” coinages, this one trumps trendy. Negatively so.

After the University of Miami suffered that humiliating 40-3 Peach Bowl defeat to LSU last season and began this year with a loss to Florida State, fans and – especially – pundits immediately zeroed in on the reason. The ‘Canes, it was determined, had lost their “swagger.”

Say what? One would have thought that deodorizing a strutting, insolent air was worthy of approbation. Are people actually nostalgic for braggadocio and bluster? For Exhibit A of America’s dysfunctional black culture?

Let’s face it, watching Miami with “swagger” is like looking at looters. Maybe that boorish, in-your-face genie can’t be totally re-bottled, but if class means anything, it should be worth settling for less swagger and a few more losses.

Campaign Parties: A Voting Day Tradition

There are a number of traditions surrounding voting day.

For primaries, the electorate typically shrugs and stays away in droves. The freedom to be indifferent.

For candidates, there’s the last-second flesh-pressing and, for too many, the last loop of annoying, pre-recorded, “my opponent is the anti-Christ” robo calls.

And then there are the campaign parties to monitor the results. Major hotels for gubernatorial candidates; restaurants with ample bars and meeting space for, say, congressional or county commission hopefuls.

These are eclectic gatherings of family, friends, worker bees, party activists, VIPols, political groupies and embedded media. A dynamic of back-slapping and glad-handing. Gushers of gratitude. An atmosphere rife with speculation, down time and pre-returns optimism. The thrill of vicarious victory in the ambient air.

Among those making the Democratic rounds last week: Mayor Pam Iorio. It’s a very good sign when she shows. She’s not there for a cameo. Chances are she’ll be called on for some audience warm-up and a (winning) candidate intro. This night she did the honors for both Democratic congressional candidate Kathy Castor and Democratic gubernatorial candidate Jim Davis.

At Valencia Garden, Iorio praised Castor for showing “integrity,” for being a “fighter,” for having “the interests of the average person” at heart and for running a “positive race.”

Over at the Hilton Tampa Airport Westshore, she lauded Davis as a “man of integrity” who is “for real” and “has taken a hit, but the harder the road gets, the better he gets.”

Also among those touching the candidate bases was Frank Sanchez, who was the run-off loser to Iorio in the 2003 mayor’s election. He continues to be a political player composite: a businessman-community activist-party apparatchik who just happens to have more candidate incarnations in his future. Quite possibly four and a half years from now when the vacancy sign next appears at City Hall.

This night Sanchez would pop in at the gatherings for Castor, (District 3 county commission candidate) Chloe Coney, (District 1 county commission candidate) Rose Ferlita and Davis. He also did political analysis for the Spanish language Noticias Univision Tampa.

His take on the significance of having the next governor call the Tampa Bay area home?

“I think it speaks volumes about the political power in this part of the state,” said Sanchez. “You also have the next CFO (Democrat Alex Sink of Thonotosassa or Republican Tom Lee of Valrico). The Senate President (Lee), the last (cue an eye roll) Speaker (Johnnie Byrd). A more cohesive legislative delegation.

“There’s new-found political power for the region that can only be good for this area,” added Sanchez. “I think it can rival South Florida in terms of political clout. There’s a lot of serious stuff going on here.”

Outtakes

*According to Castor, the notably non-negative tone of the District 11 race (to succeed Rep. Jim Davis) was set early when she and runner-up Les Miller agreed in principle to keep it above board and not personal. Not to be presumptuous, but they knew the likely scenario would be a two-horse race (Castor: 53.9%; Miller: 34.1%; no one else in double figures). That agreement helped direct the overall dynamic.

*Castor’s parents had logistical issues on ballot day, because Castor’s brother, Frank , was running for county judge in Palm Beach. The candidate’s mom, Betty Castor, was with her daughter – and, yes, she was working the phones. Meanwhile, the candidate’s father, former Hillsborough County Judge Don Castor, was with Frank in Palm Beach, where he easily qualified for a run-off.

*Ultimate compliment: “I’m proud to introduce a great politician (Pam Iorio) who isn’t my daughter.” – Betty Castor

*The lounge TV at Valencia Garden was tuned to Bay News 9 for updates. Over at the Hilton, the big-screen, break-out room TV was set on ABC, where election results were shown in a continuous crawl. Only problem: the network program, “Prime Time,” had a (really) lengthy segment on strippers , complete with pixilated body parts. Nobody seemed to object.

*Later, when the 11 o’clock news came on, the animated, well-oiled, “Go, Jim, Go” Davis crowd responded in interesting fashion to live shots from the Charlie Crist victory party at the Renaissance Vinoy Resort in St. Petersburg. By far the loudest reaction – a cascade of boos – was aimed at Sen. Mel Martinez. The response was barely partisan to the on-camera Crist, who seemed more disagreed with than disliked.

*Party backing: A frenzied, ad hoc press conference and photo op on a stage ill suited for the purpose don’t lend themselves to the best results. So there was City Councilman John Dingfelder, perched precariously and holding up a Jim Davis sign so that the still photo and video backdrop behind Davis would be something other than chaos.

*Big Sugar meets Reggie Van Gleason: “How sweet it is!” – Jim Davis

*Money matters: Crist has raised some $14 million so far compared to $4.4 million for Davis. That disparity is expected to narrow as the Democratic National Party gets seriously involved.

*Clear choice: Charlie Crist: “Stay the course.” Jim Davis: “Change the course.”

*Final words, primary night:

Kathy Castor: “I’m humbled. I won’t let you down.”

Jim Davis: “I draw my strength from my faith, my family, my friends.”

Has Leavitt Peaked?

Jim Leavitt is the only head coach that USF, now in its 10th year of intercollegiate football, has ever known. He is obviously more responsible than anyone for putting the Bulls on the map, into the Big East and in a bowl game within a decade. He has surpassed most expectations for the program.

But not all.

Back in the mid-’90s when the program was created, there were naysayers. Football is expensive, it was pointed out. Most programs don’t operate in the black. And the pressure to compete can also lead to easily compromised standards.

The latter argument prompted two USF presidents, Frank Borkowski and Betty Castor, to underscore a unique opportunity. USF didn’t have to undo anything. Nothing needed fixing. It had the chance — and the charge — to build a program the right way. With legitimate student-athletes – not academic misfits or societal miscreants.

Affiliation with the BCS Big East will continue to help on the financial side – as will winning and scheduling teams that will draw well at Raymond James Stadium. As to being an exemplar program, that hasn’t happened.

USF has been no stranger to suspensions, arrests, academic shortcomings and transfer-itis. It tends to come with the territory of high-pressure, 1-A football, but it was hoped the virgin terrain would be different with a start-up program.

It hasn’t been.

Moreover, the relationship of Leavitt with the media seems to be eroding. A couple of weeks ago Leavitt put in a cameo appearance at a regional media event that unnecessarily alienated many of the very people whose job it is to cover USF. TV interviews at the McNeese State game were terse to rude.

Granted, the media – shorthand for a bunch of geeks who never played the game at this level – can be bothersome, especially if things aren’t going well. But Leavitt needs to remember the media’s role and impact. It’s a de facto , gratis publicity machine that can criticize as well as compliment. Working with it is a necessary part of a very public job that pays $1 million a year.

Sure, the media can be blamed for intrusive behavior and inane questions.

But it can’t be blamed for academic non-qualifiers, positive drug tests, last season’s coaching meltdown at Connecticut or the recruiting of Carlton Hill.

Dark Horse Dem

If you’re looking for an intriguing Democratic dark horse for the 2008 presidential sweep stakes, look beyond Evan Bayh, Russ Feingold or Al Gore. Try Bill Richardson, New Mexico’s governor. His resume includes stints as U.S. Ambassador to the U.N. and U.S. Secretary of Energy. He was also elected seven times to Congress.

Richardson was born in California, raised in Mexico City and speaks fluent Spanish.

Since becoming governor in 2002, he has earned a reputation as a fiscal conservative who embraces tax cutting, including capital gains. The result: New Mexico now has a half-billion-dollar surplus and has seen revenues soar by 27 per cent this year.

He has sound advice that Democrats ignore at their own peril. “We have to be the party of growth and the American dream,” he advises. “Not the party of redistribution.”

Couric As Anchor

Katie Couric is cute, perky and engaging and very good at communicating and interviewing. She’s in the prime time, network-TV news business, which, we shouldn’t forget, is more about slick packaging than shear informing.

The formula is a familiar one: the right look, the right personality, the right set, the right theme music, the right voice over, the right appeal to the right demographics. Then cherry pick your news items, add soft features and insert some gimmicks.

It’s not a People’s-Right-To-Know paean or the Great American Gravitas Machine.

It’s show business. And Katie is a pro.

And that’s the way it is.