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He Ate: A two-act play

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By MARK NIXON

Our visits to Tomato Brothers resembled a two-act play — each act seemingly wrought from a different script.

Act I

The setting: A restaurant hunkered on the fringe of an industrial park just outside Howell. The nearby crossroads looks like it was conjured by a sadistic traffic engineer. Tomato Brothers’ parking lot is jammed with cars and trucks.

It’s nearly 2 p.m. on a Thursday. What is going on? A wedding?

No, apparently just the usual late lunch crowd. Enough of a crowd that we opt to dine at the bar. Before we even order wine, the bartender sets down a basket of breadsticks and whipped cheese spread. The breadsticks are automatic.

“I always like to treat first-timers with some of the cheese,” the bartender says, knowing without asking that we weren’t from around these parts.

Now, breadsticks are not my go-to pre-meal snack. More like my get-those-damn-things-out-of-my-sight snack. That is because most restaurant breadsticks are odious, misbegotten concoctions, probably invented by people like the aforementioned sadist.

OK, just one bite … Amazing. Simply amazing. Garlicky, buttery, hot and fresh. Best I’ve ever had. I want to name them and take them home.

To wrap up the first scene of this act: A sojourn from Greater Lansing to Howell is worth it, if only for the breadsticks.

I order a cup of tomato basil soup and a fried perch sandwich. The soup ($3.50) is spot-on. I skip the oyster crackers and used a breadstick to dip into the soup. The perch must have been the remains of a minnow — three small pieces on a bun. Yet the taste is just what I hope for: A mild, lightly battered perch fillet that recalls the fresh lake perch that were a staple of my youth. The sandwich is $10.95, and well worth it despite the “minnowish” perch portion.

Judy has the calamari. I am suspicious. I expected fried calamari, straight up. Instead, it’s flash-fried, then basted in a lemon caper sauce with a smattering of roasted peppers and onion. We each take a bite of this $9.95 appetizer.

We are hooked. Some of the best calamari I’ve tasted. She also raves about the fettuccini Alfredo ($12.95), with pasta that is not overcooked.

Throughout the meal, and on the way home, we both toss out superlatives like “fantastic.” We cannot wait for Act II.

Act II

Our friends are already there when we arrive, but you need a guide because Tomato Brothers, as expansive as its menu, is broken up by partitions and many booths – creating a cluster of smaller dining areas. In other words, we could not look across the room and see Jan and Bruce.

We begin by noting that the portions reaching other patrons’ tables are sizable to the point of daunting.

First up are the breadsticks, and they are just as delicious as the last time. I order the $18.95 barbecue ribs and a caesar salad. The salad ($8.95) is cool and crisp, with the right ratio of oil, parmesan and egg.

But where are the anchovies, which are the hallmark of a genuine caesar? I imagine they are absent because so many people detest them. I disagree. Tomato Brothers should make anchovies available on request.

The ribs are OK: tender, but lacking.

There is no smokiness. The sauce is bland. There are at least a half-dozen places in Greater Lansing that do ribs far better. The accompanying baked potato is over baked and dry. Even butter and sour cream cannot rescue this spud.

Judy and Bruce both ordered pasta bowls. They were both astounded and disappointed. Astounded by the portion size.

“I’ve seen haystacks smaller than the mound of pasta set in front of me.” Bruce said.

But the pasta is overcooked, in my mind. Bruce says his lacked seasoning, specifically oregano and crushed red pepper. Judy complained the pasta and sauce were mixed together, as if the pasta were cooked in the sauce. This is pasta with meat sauce, not baby food.

“I like my sauce dolloped on top, not stirred in,” Judy said. A small complaint which I happen to agree with.

Judy also ordered a lemon wings appetizer ($9.95). She is a big wings fan.

But not of these. Thoroughly lacking in lemon flavor, the overwhelming taste was pepper. Lots and lots of pepper.

Because Act I was terrific, I’m going to excuse the “authors” of Act II for having an off-night. So we’ll return for Act III someday. The service is friendly and efficient and what can I say about the breadsticks but “Bravo!"

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