Prelude to the Westside
So originally, Iâm from Wyoming/Grandville area. And growing up, thatâs really all I knew. I knew I liked Olive Garden and Olgaâs. LOVED Applebeeâs and TGIFridayâs. Margeâs was the ONLY place to get donuts. (Iâll actually still stand by that today, and everyday⌠All. Day. Long. ) Every now and then my friends and I would venture out to Wayland, to the Uccelloâs (yes, another chain. ) or weâd get REAL crazy and eat Crab Rangoonâs from China Max at Rivertown Crossings Mall. Whoa. That was like a Friday/Saturday night letâs get real crazy kinda thing though. Then there was the times we went to THE Pizza Ranch..out in HUDSONVILLE! (Thatâs all Iâll say about that for now though, because I want to go back there soon and then you better believe Iâll write a whole post of love on that place) But recently..and by recently I mean about 5 months ago(on June 3rd, but who keeps track of those things anywayâŚoh wait..this girl.) , ( and isnât it crazy how a time period can seem SO much longer and shorter all at the same time? ) I started dating this guy, B. and the first time we went out, he told meâŚin a quite proud voice⌠âIâm from the Westsideâ and Iâm all, oh thatâs sweet, he was in the Army, so he likes talking about directions..maybe I should impress him and tell him I grew up on the Southside, but now Iâm on the Eastside. I think I got distracted by his laugh though (heâs got a great laugh) and taking pictures. Anyway, fast forward through the first couple of months and as we would be hanging out with his friends, who all grew up on the Westside as well, kept saying that they were from the Westside, or âWelcome to the Westsideâ. And I had NO IDEA, that being from the Westside or âup the hillâ and âdown the hillâ..they were actually THINGS. So being in the Westside pretty much every day for the past 5 months, Iâve realized, to someone like me who has grown up in a 3 mile radius (besides my year stint down south) and lived in a bubble for 20 some years, itâs like a whole different culture! B. hangs out with a VERY tight knit group of friends. And on any given weekend, you can find them, usually at B.âs house, on the deck or in the kitchen. Everyone brings something for everyone, it could be booze, it could be a snack, it could be a side dish, or it could be prime rib. All I know is, there has ALWAYS been left overs, and grilling on a charcoal grill, is the best thing ever. Everyone is outside on the deck shooting the shit and talking about the old days and telling stories and talking about things they want to do together. Itâs like a family. And the other thing that always happens? The food is outstanding! Probably because itâs made with love ď Bâs motto is âItâs not a meal without meatâ haha. I donât know if thatâs a Polish thing, or if thatâs a Westside thing, but works for me! Iâve tried SO many different things the past 5 months that I donât know why Iâm not telling you about them, just because itâs at the house and from Meijer or Family Fare, and not at a restaurant. So that will be a change coming to the blog. I donât want to stop blogging just because Iâve stopped going out to eat as often. Life has been crazy busy and I have been struggling to keep up! Since this post is already forever long and I didnât even really talk about food, Iâll call this a prelude to a few âWestside Editionsâ posts coming soon, about Clams and Oysters, and Seafood Fettuccini. And Iâll even tell you about new love of Kosher salt! Xoxo, Em.














