moeders is not just a name grafted onto a restaurant. the idea of mother is part of its soul. thousands of family photos line the walls. there's not much space for anything else, except in the area of culinary improvement.
i ordered the down home stoemp, a hotchpotch or hodgepodge, a tone-deaf arrangement of oversalted bacon, a hot dog on steroids, and a meatball dumped onto a huge bundtlike embankment of kale flecked mashed potatoes.
the outer movements of the meal were more harmonious-the lobster cream sherry soup and the dessert. one scoop each of chocolate mousse and vanilla ice cream with coconut flakes, whipped cream and strawberries saved the entire dinner.