Kosher 10

Thanksgiving at Kutsher's Country Club

Ellen | Nov 28, 1999 07:08 PM

Just back from a four day stint at Kutsher's with Jeremy and 17 other members of my family, and thought it would be a worthy update to post on this legendary Catskill hotel with the voluminous quantities of food -- different comedians on consecutive nights at the Stardust Room tell the same old, comforting jokes about it; it's the topic of conversation morning, noon and night in the lobby, pool, steam room, etc.

In a way, it kinds of sneaks up on you. The first day, you arrive, you're hungry; lunch and dinner on Thanksgiving day seem unimaginable but become plausible as you run from physical activity to physical activity all through the afternoon. Every meal has a printed out menu, and the joke is that while you're conditioned to pick one juice, one soup, one appetizer, certainly one entree, and one dessert, at Kutsher's you can pick as many of anything as you want. So a main dish of chicken can be accompanied by a 'side' of steak.

Alas, alas, it won't be a *good* chicken or a *good* steak. The food is almost universally mediocre. The first thing I (Jeremy speaking, now) ordered at my first meal was borscht -- I figured hey, this is the Borscht Belt, right? What I got resembled closely beet-flavor Nestle Quik. Blandness is the order of the day.

If you go, try to stick with fatty dishes -- the steak and roast beef were fairly good, the baked ziti is quite satisfying, "scallop-style" (whatever that means) fried fish was toothsome. The fat and salt sort of make up for the lack of other seasonings. Oh, and the hot chocolate is very good too. Nova lox are bad but pickled lox are good.

One thing that's quite entertaining is the wording of the menu. I'm not sure what the genesis of this is, but French words are used whenever possible to describe the dishes, even when totally inappropriate. My favorite was alphabet soup, described as "Consomme de ABC".

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