tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64134714372529930172024-02-07T20:15:05.424-05:00Tacos to TrufflesFive Texas to New York City transplants talk food.misslynseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451217385893216509noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-31801878023281132372010-10-13T22:54:00.002-04:002010-10-13T23:18:30.286-04:00Yucking my yum.Remember me? Like you could forget! My days have been completely consumed by the Chilean-miner saga and now that NASA has rescued them I've found myself with entirely too much free-time. Lucky you.<br /><br />OK so where to begin? I had planned to write about my adventures with Anthony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bourdain</span> and 'No Reservations: Season 8' last week but a sinus infection got in my way. I found the majority of the season fairly uninspiring but a few episodes stood out among the fever dreams. In one of the final episodes of the season Tony makes the trek to Maine and uncovers the past of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Emmy</span>-award-winning cameraman/cinematographer dude Zach Zamboni. It's supposed to be about food and all but it's mostly about Zach and Tony; a modern-day love affair! And if you know me, you know I love me some bro love. They do eat something called a "bean supper" and I recall something about some moose meat. Apparently moose meat isn't as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gamy</span> as you'd think. Go, moose!<br /><br />Other than a really bizarre episode venturing up and down the Hudson River the only other on that stuck in my head was an episode entitled 'Obsessed'. Basically Tony slaps around a pig head for 45 minutes and when he's not slapping he's talking about food <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bloggers</span> and the drama that they bring.<br /><br />Which brings me to my point! Didn't think I had one, did you? Tony's big point when he's yucking it up with these blogger dudes is that by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">definition</span> the discussion of food takes away the pure pleasure of it. In other words, it yucks your yum. Now, in general, I have to agree with Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bourdain</span> and his assertion. Food is experienced. It's carnal. It's not to be fretted over. But I also have to say I took offense having spent the last few months writing about, well, FOOD.<br /><br />What to do! I don't want to go against my Tony but I don't want to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">forsake</span> my foodies either. So the question is, can the two worlds exist as one? The carnal and the cerebral?<br /><br />While you're marinating on that, I think I'm going to go marinate on some chocolate chip cookies. We'll circle back next week and see if we've come to any conclusions.<br /><br />Deuce!<br />xxsarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-4637977055305663472010-09-27T23:27:00.000-04:002010-09-27T23:27:05.295-04:00Dirt Candy DisappointmentMy friend Natasha visited this weekend so we could go to one of the SIX Pavement shows at summerstage on Thursday. It was a short, but sweet weekend since she was leaving Saturday morning, so I decided to make some reservations at <a href="http://www.dirtcandynyc.com/">Dirt Candy</a> in the East Village for Friday night. It opened about a year ago, but I hadn't been yet. Natasha is vegan and eating in the city with her almost inevitably takes us to the East Village. Everything good AND vegan is there! When she comes to town I get to test my vegan/vegetarian palate.<br />
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The place did not even have a sign out front! How is that for trendy! Also, it was so dark in there that I couldn't get ANY good pictures, but I will post one of the jalapeno hush puppies and maple butter below anyways. I went into the restaurant thinking that the goal was to take one veggie or fruit and create a dish inspired by that. So, if you have a sweet potato you could make a sweet potato glaze, and then a mash, too. But it turns out that I was a little off base. Only a few options were like this.<br />
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I have to say the food was OK, but seemed wildly overpriced for what it was. Also, the menu did not have many options. I know the idea is to simplify the menu and have it be market fresh, but one more option would have been nice. We started with the jalapeno hush puppies. Then, I had the tofu broccolini and even though the tofu was perfectly crisped and the orange sauce was delicious, the broccolini and tofu were sadly a little bland.<br />
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The place was great for a date and the atmosphere was impressive (complete with a mini-bathroom that is AH-dorable!). However, with all the other great options in EV, it seems unlikely that I will go back. Unless I meet a sexy vegan who hasn't heard about this place yet. The aesthetic definitely makes a good impression.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-89355056863794147462010-09-15T23:15:00.003-04:002010-09-15T23:38:57.118-04:00Free falling.9/15/10 - 7AM. I discover a crick in my neck. I'm guessing it has something to do with being used as a certain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">someone's</span> body pillow, but I've never been one to point fingers. Regardless, after spending the workday having to turn my entire body <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everytime</span> I went to butt into someone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">else's</span> conversation, I opted for an emergency appointment with my chiropractor, Dr. Stein. Of course, Dr. Stein was busy with another patient once I arrived so I got shoved off onto another doc who thought my name was Shara. After my 15 minutes of whatever it is they do, I was walking a bit taller and ready to attack my afternoon.<br /><br />Here's where my plan hit a snag. I get on the waiting elevator, press L and get into my elevator stance just as the door closes. I wasn't really paying any attention until we hit floor number 9, when all the sudden the elevator started to shake. What happened next can only be described as something between a sliding shake and a free-fall. For 9 floors I thought that this might be it. Somehow between the terror and anger I had a few fleeting thoughts. I thought of my parents. Of my boyfriend and of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gatorade</span> I was supposed to be bringing him. I thought of our dog Quincy. And somewhere between floors number 3 and 2, I thought of cheese. No one type of cheese per say, but more of an assortment. Hard cheeses. Soft cheeses. Runny cheeses! I love them all.<br /><br />After a few choice words with the elevator operator and a few more trips up and down the 16 story building, I was finally freed. I walked out in a daze, confused about what had just happened to me, and into the loving arms of a nearby Duane Reade Look Boutique. I picked up a few essentials. Mascara. Shampoo. Conditioner! They've got it all. As I wobbled to the register, something familiar caught my eye. A cheese tray; simple and perfect, and waiting just for me.<br /><br />Moral of the story? Life is short, eat cheese.<br /><br />xxsarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-70319314120330686572010-09-08T23:50:00.003-04:002010-09-09T00:11:25.861-04:00L'Shana TovaHi, my name is Sarah and I'm an asshole. Not only did I FORGET to blog last week, but I also LOST my copy of Everyday Food. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FAILFAILFAIL</span>. But luckily for me, I'm writing to you on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Yom</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kippur</span>. I'm not exactly sure how this whole High Holiday thing works but I'm sure forgiveness has a place somewhere in the festivities. '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tis</span> the reason for the season!<br /><br />I really wish I had more to share with you. A sensational steak or a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">crostini</span> or a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">croque</span> madame! But between sneaking into the Empire State Building (entirely too easy to do PS but that's another story for another day) and learning an entirely new career, all I had time for was a quick dash into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Chipotle</span> at 9PM tonight.<br /><br />Hunched over a chicken burrito bowl and large Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pibb</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Xtra</span> (who knew!) with only my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">huffingtonpost</span> to keep me warm, I managed to somehow feel like myself again. So my darlings, please remember this. No matter how stressed out or crunched for time you may be, make time for yourself. And when you're done with that, treat yourself to some melted cheese.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">L'Shana Tova, y'all!</span>sarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-75796367586074554152010-09-07T22:24:00.005-04:002010-09-07T22:39:37.827-04:00Tuesday's TakeoutThis takeout actually comes from Friday, when a long weekend led to happy bosses and my leaving at noon. Hooray long weekend!! So in attempt to diversify from ordering Posto yet again, and still score a cheap lunch special, (the highlight of getting out early) I walked across the street to grab some thai at <a href="http://www.lanternthai.com/">Lantern</a>. A sizeable appetizer and entree is $8, and I went with shrimp Pad See Ew and spring rolls. I added the Thai iced tea, my fav hot day drink, and they served it to me in a giant soup bowl, which was nice to sip all weekend long.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514363435604821298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtc_V89OGPtsE2PSgmYks1fgOwiL4UMyxalhv6jh_Bn8dr7oSyVcDK17X7fDBjNHgFOlii87cNqsgUZm-kLIHlKapEZ7ZvzfQYzKoZKkXfMNHgmXGJKfwkE8CMOZAAFpX3UZiyHwAXuI/s400/lantern.jpg" border="0" />misslynseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451217385893216509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-87306387266745940042010-09-07T00:38:00.002-04:002010-09-07T00:40:16.069-04:00Lazy Coffee MondayOK, with this being my second post about coffee you may be starting to realize that I LOVE COFFEE! I drink probably 4 cups a day. We can all debate about how healthy that is, but I think it is safe to say that it is just a necessity in my life. With this Monday being a holiday I had to forego my usual <a href="http://tacostotruffles.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-morning-coffee.html">ING Cafe </a>coffee and pick a more laid back destination. I love Monday holidays because I get an extra day to take care of laundry, go grocery shopping, and then spend a good couple of hours at a lovely coffee shop.<br />
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One of the reasons I started loving coffee was when I studied abroad in France. It was such a social event, but it was also completely acceptable to sit at a cafe all day with a paper and your tiny espresso cup. An activity that can be enjoyed alone or with company! By god, no wonder I love it so!<br />
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Today on my day off I found myself wanting to head down to my fave coffee destination, <a href="http://www.irvingfarm.com/">Irving 71</a>. I would not recommend this place for an all day solo event because sadly the place does not include wifi on their menu which IS a major disappointment. However, if you just want to slowly enjoy your coffee and people watch I have to say it is a perfect solo place to kill a couple of hours. BUT my favorite time to go to the cafe is with friends, sitting outside in the nice weather and slowly sipping coffee and chatting. It really is a great lowkey activity and lends itself well to company.<br />
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Now onto the coffee. One of the things that surprised me the most about New York's food scene when I arrived was the lack of good coffee shops with good food. How can this be!! What is a coffee shop without a bagel?? So I was so pleased when I found Irving, who not only have excellent bagels, but a huge menu of breakfast or lunch options. Today I just feasted on a sesame bagel, but the salads are delicious, too.<br />
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I think what I like about it most though is it is the laid back coffee shop environment that I miss about all the other cities I have lived in. I always had my spot! And while this one doesn't meet ALL criteria, it will work as my loungey, lazy coffee shop for now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-65148342697988040662010-08-26T15:35:00.003-04:002010-08-26T15:58:00.880-04:00Eight at EightLast night I met some friends at Von Bar for happy hour. We had a reservation at a tiny tapas restaurant for dinner, but had to change it at the last minute as more people kept joining and the restaurant could not accomodate the large group. Only in nyc would it be next to impossible to make a reservation for 8 at 8. After about 10 phone calls I finally landed a reservation at Barbossa. This is a cute little Brazilian place in Soho. We were seated at a big table in the back nook behind the tiny kitchen which separates the front and back of the restaurant. It has a really chill ambiance. I highly recommend going and drinking the sangria. We ordered appetizers and entrees to split amongst the table and everything was so tasty. Cheese rolls, sauteed calamari, fennel sausage. Steak and polenta, spicy shrimp and avocado curry, more sausage. Try it all. You won't regret it!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06357823553603204547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-32866275313625787752010-08-25T23:18:00.000-04:002010-08-26T00:12:40.923-04:00DomestiqueAfter an impossibly long day, we came home tonight to find a surprise in our mailbox. Next to my friend Rory's wedding invitation lay the newest edition of Martha Stewart's <span style="font-style: italic;">Everyday Food</span>. A gift from my mother, it's her latest (and most obvious) attempt to try and turn me into the domestic goddess she believes I was born to be. In the three months since I've moved in with my boyfriend, we've received china patterns to review, two Cook's Illustrated books and countless handwritten notes & tips for how to turn last night's dinner into today's lunch.<br /><br />I can polish silver. I can set a lovely table-scape. But I cannot, cannot(!) seem to get the whole dinner thing down. Call it lazy. Call it undiagnosed hypoglycemia! Whatever it is, once the hunger's set in, it's all over.<br /><br />So in an attempt to take back my life, I'm pledging to try at least one recipe from the newest <span style="font-style: italic;">Everyday Food </span>in preparation for next week's post . It's going to get ugly, but as the old proverb goes 'that which does not kill us makes us a better chef'.<br /><br />Stay tuned!<br /><br />xxsarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-56227220580083848072010-08-25T21:38:00.008-04:002010-08-25T22:11:26.740-04:00Tapas y mas brunchWhile Zoe was having her huevos rancheros at Esperanto, I was devouring the same dish at <a href="http://www.pipa-nyc.com/index.html">Pipa</a>, just down the street from our apartment. Pipa is tapas for lunch and dinner, but serves an amazing brunch, although with no bells or whistles to speak of. Coffee and mimosa's not included. The huevos rancheros were the best I have ever had, with creamy black beans spread on a puffed up fried tortilla lying in sweet yet spicy tomato sauce. My only problem was that I woke up early to go jogging with the intention of rewarding myself with a satisfying brunch, and though it was delicious, too small. Next time I will definitely order sides, or the amazing looking calamari appetizer that I saw pass by...<br />Pipa's decor happens to be done by my favorite home store, ABC Carpet and Home, and there are hundreds of chandeliers dripping from the ceiling- with price tags telling you to dream on.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOX5AK7sH26TXzlfeuDY7GJ6OWJtOVx0YZOJ5ea5N156_4losxBWJEWhncMxk3xPvmivs_71segl6kqTae8_89iTZ7yQmCwcX53UmipqwmhtRaQXCU2QUZQqbsDSdCW5F0QHGEmxVXss/s1600/pipa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509531548083849138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyOX5AK7sH26TXzlfeuDY7GJ6OWJtOVx0YZOJ5ea5N156_4losxBWJEWhncMxk3xPvmivs_71segl6kqTae8_89iTZ7yQmCwcX53UmipqwmhtRaQXCU2QUZQqbsDSdCW5F0QHGEmxVXss/s1200/pipa.jpg" border="0" /></a>misslynseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451217385893216509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-3118959205624277322010-08-23T10:03:00.000-04:002010-08-23T10:03:36.735-04:00Brunch DaysBrunch is a sacred thing in NYC and I certainly take part in worshiping it. Every weekend you can walk around the city and see lines outside all of the restaurants. Big groups, small groups. Old and young. Brunch is a beautiful thing. It brings people together. However, as is true for most wonderful things, there is a flip side. It is easy to down FIVE mimosa's at brunch and then realize you are $50 in the hole. How are you to financially keep up!<br />
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Don't you worry fellow foodies. I have a solution! My friend Sarah moved to the East Village recently and was dying to try <a href="http://www.esperantony.com/">Esperanto</a>, a Brazilian restaurant on the corner of 9th St. and Ave C. I begrudgingly said yes as my bank account is soon to be in the hole. Imagine my surprise when I get there and the sign outside proclaims that brunch in $9.99, including coffee, an alcoholic beverage, and an entree. Woohoo!<br />
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On top of being affordable, the whole thing was delicious. I had the huevos rancheros, a staple of mine at brunch, and it was the perfect size and crunch. The entire table of people agreed that the home fries were some of the best they had ever had! Something in that seasoning was just divine. Below is a photo of the eggs benedict and you can see the yummy home fries.<br />
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So, moral of the story is, check this place out. The food won't suffer with the affordable price. Stay tuned next week for a birthday report. That's right, I'm turning 26 in 6 days...here we come late 20s!<br />
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xoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-33548045181036246172010-08-20T16:51:00.003-04:002010-08-20T16:56:41.369-04:00Once you go black, you never go backI’ve got one word for you. Actually one letter, even: Ñ. Pronounced en-ye, this Soho wine/tapas bar is small, dark and sexy. Not to mention mysterious—there is no website, no photos of it to be found, and its not listed on <a href="http://www.menupages.com/">menupages.com</a>. And it turns out the small-plates menu is equally as intriguing.<br /><br />I went for the first time last night with two of my besties and laughed as they seated us in an exclusive alcove that would be great for date-night, but not a catch-up session with the girls. So we opted for a seat at the bar, where the single girl of our trio could scope out the guys.<br /><br />We ordered 6 or 7 small dishes, from pan con tomate to cheese plates to octopus. Everything we ordered was delicious, but for me, the star of the evening was the Black Pearls—tender meatballs doused in a squid ink sauce, complimented with a few pieces of calamari on the plate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4M-k42KHhqEZC90xBlMfdzmVyKvdPae3Wq3Gg5OrBZMBXlKka4RdCBZoMuAgDKHFkRa4hP0NLuvE0z2Ml_T-vRlzsYOVO8KfQpQFkxefwOY8ycjgSjegTAw1umJ4JYZ3ct0HGN7iH3cY/s1600/IMG00062-20100819-2018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4M-k42KHhqEZC90xBlMfdzmVyKvdPae3Wq3Gg5OrBZMBXlKka4RdCBZoMuAgDKHFkRa4hP0NLuvE0z2Ml_T-vRlzsYOVO8KfQpQFkxefwOY8ycjgSjegTAw1umJ4JYZ3ct0HGN7iH3cY/s400/IMG00062-20100819-2018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507598243958225378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Upon first inspection, it doesn’t look all that appetizing, in fact it looks downright scary. Like a culinary tar pit or something. But the black ink sauce gives the meatballs a certain “smoky” flavor that every meatball I’ve had up until now has lacked.<br /><br />It was unique and different, but at the same time, made complete sense once you tasted it. Like this epiphany of why aren’t ALL meatballs served in ink sauce?! The pairing is a perfect combination, but be warned--I just don’t know if I’ll ever be satisfied with ordinary meatballs again.<br /><br />--JessicaJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076868044926888603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-63458812411031196252010-08-17T23:45:00.007-04:002010-08-18T00:08:07.797-04:00Shrimps, subs and snacksThis week I revisited one of my fav restaurants, <a href="http://www.theboweryhotel.com/dining.php">Gemma</a>, in the Bowery Hotel, and discovered that I actually do like zucchini- when done right, as their taglioni with shrimp in a light sauce with fresh tomatoes was. I've been wanting this meal again ever since.<br /> <a href="http://www.defontesofbrooklyn.com/">Defonte's</a> is around the corner which is scary for my scale considering how much I love their stacked thinly sliced fried eggplant subs. Friday I tried the breakfast sandwich which is basically a tortilla espanola with with ham, cheese and fried eggplant piled on a sub. I know!! It sounds crazy but was delicious. And large enough for me to share...which I did of course...<br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506594158375152034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircCoZIicrEhxiIE1EIRq3O9eXpU3fHeBkF9xpWhGvzcinc_DX0qRTwYUVdtE5nh2uiZ8wnU0rN2v6qA38qMj4PPplgiYuJuqgZtGLIDbginxItkGRqPU8UiivIH27IKsz5bDsFPavYGM/s1200/post817+copy.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Finally, we get to my favorite snack- Stacy's pita chips and hummus. I go through bags and tubs of this, alternating flavors as the mood strikes. Right now I'm on a multigrain/ garlic addiction kick. Yummmm.</p>misslynseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451217385893216509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-81298131308734580052010-08-14T21:03:00.006-04:002010-08-14T21:36:50.979-04:00Brunch, Bed, Bath and BeyondI'm a little tardy for this posting party, but who's keeping track (besides the always punctual Monday blogger! Kidding, Zoe!)? Anyways, I had a surprisingly domestic Saturday afternoon with my husband, complete with trips to Home Depot and Bed Bath and Beyond. Cheesy, I know, but it was completely necessary. But before the errands began, we partook in my favorite weekend pastime: BRUNCH.<div><br /><div>I couldn't make up my mind on where to go and was really looking for outdoor seating on this gorgeous New York summer day. But when we wandered by <a href="http://www.northernspyfoodco.com/">Northern Spy Food Co.</a>, one of the latest restaurant additions to the East Village, I wanted to try it after hearing so many great things about the food. And so we did.</div><div><br /></div><div>The verdict? The food is definitely tasty and the brunch cocktails are ahhhmaaazing and refreshing. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwzbT50ynjypvsv0Zi09X6P88JKyLq4LROhexY0KBC-UoMOjn0MaRtKd3vIWW5OcQzT-_wIJw6se04Z4XrBvN41I2-shZWTJbXDgojvoU-CcWQYrjYNwjm2YPBUPlWcrxwpMKmY1mLNQ/s1600/IMG00036-20100814-1358.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMwzbT50ynjypvsv0Zi09X6P88JKyLq4LROhexY0KBC-UoMOjn0MaRtKd3vIWW5OcQzT-_wIJw6se04Z4XrBvN41I2-shZWTJbXDgojvoU-CcWQYrjYNwjm2YPBUPlWcrxwpMKmY1mLNQ/s400/IMG00036-20100814-1358.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505442343947507698" /></a><br /><br />I mean, who wouldn't want wheat beer and lemon soda shandy or a Fuji apple mimosa?!</div><div><br /><div>For our entree's, we got the Slow-whisked scrambled eggs (with sausage and carmelized shallot flatbreat) and the Griddled ham and eggs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYkA5YGOEAoIAT_NOSLJSW-CpVcVf05pAOgt6gZGdtOwZicoOSRTLQwhr3ao7ayho7qChjUaahst3jB2HEqOPbCgLU5E9WhTy1B8eLTv5dhpnv52paAcDMWMLd_kjfooayiaPyph5QTY/s1600/IMG00038-20100814-1418.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFYkA5YGOEAoIAT_NOSLJSW-CpVcVf05pAOgt6gZGdtOwZicoOSRTLQwhr3ao7ayho7qChjUaahst3jB2HEqOPbCgLU5E9WhTy1B8eLTv5dhpnv52paAcDMWMLd_kjfooayiaPyph5QTY/s400/IMG00038-20100814-1418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505443205948557810" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXde2Cj4CFjGx4X9ow_6vPwSjVtxQy6EYrf9YkFc9HzdxbsBcWp7csIcf1VmtKiodrZB6PwKXBoLIsGWsVjIBi0IelHiLFsSvlfsqyH4f170V1eztTD39yhmP_dMF4oh6hJJoAgboJ4jc/s1600/IMG00037-20100814-1418.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXde2Cj4CFjGx4X9ow_6vPwSjVtxQy6EYrf9YkFc9HzdxbsBcWp7csIcf1VmtKiodrZB6PwKXBoLIsGWsVjIBi0IelHiLFsSvlfsqyH4f170V1eztTD39yhmP_dMF4oh6hJJoAgboJ4jc/s400/IMG00037-20100814-1418.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505443213348584146" /></a><br /><br />The latter of the two might have LOOKED more appetizing (and the ham was predictably delicious), but for anyone who loves soft scrambled eggs, Northern Spy does it amazingly well. My only regret was not ordering the griddled cornbread with sweet onion yogurt as an appetizer. When it landed on the table next to us, I had a serious case of food envy. Oh well, it gives me a reason to come back. Who wants to come with me?</div></div><div>--Jessica</div></div>Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076868044926888603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-27172970923099839062010-08-13T09:59:00.005-04:002010-08-13T11:51:59.261-04:00Restaurant TourThis week I was fortunate enough to have family in town visiting me. My aunt has been here several times and loves the culinary adventures I take her on. This time she was accompanied by two of my girl cousins - 13 and 17. They are all native Texans, and this was the girls' first time on an airplane. Needless to say it was a bit of a culture shock. Keeping this in mind, I had to be more selective in choosing the restaurants.. I was trying to find a balance between something they would consider "normal food" and also getting them to try something new. I am going to be one of those parents who forces my children to try EVERYTHING, no matter the struggle.<br /><br />So, here's the restaurant run down.<br /><br />Monday for lunch we were meeting in midtown before they went shopping on 5th Ave. I wanted to take them to get something simple, but thought the concourse at Rock Center would be too overwhelming for them. So, I sucked up my pride and met them at the<a href="http://www.heartlandbrewery.com/"> Heartland Brewery </a>on 51st Street. The food isn't bad, per say, but the service definitely is. I think it lives up to it's stigma of an overpriced tourist trap. The 13 yr old ordered a chicken caesar salad and the 17yr old ordered a philly cheesesteak. We split the buffalo spring rolls because they were so intrigued, and they liked them.<br /><br />Monday for dinner I chose <a href="http://www.invino-ny.com/">In Vino</a>. This is an intimate Italian restaurant in the East Village (shout out to Friday blogger and her husband, one of their go to date night spots). I love the cavernous structure and dim lighting. The meal began with me ordering the following appetizers for the table: Prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella, polpette in ragu sauce, and a cheese plate. There were mixed reactions to these. The 13 yr old decided she liked 'fake' mozzarella, like string cheese, better than fresh buffalo mozzarella (gasp!). She also thought the cheeses on the plate smelled bad. My aunt on the other hand experienced nirvana. She had the waitress write down all the cheeses so she could have them again in Texas. She also discovered that she liked marinara sauce for the first time! She raved about the marinara sauce for the next few days.<br /><br />Tuesday I wanted to show them some New York thin crust pizza. I chose <a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/pulinos-bar-and-pizzeria/">Pulino's </a>because I had been dying to go back. Not to mention Keith McNally is my favorite person. We got the burrata appetizer - my favorite cheese. Then we split two pizzas - Salami Piccante (house made pepperoni and olives) and Pesto with pinenuts. My aunt and I found them both to be delicious, but the girls seemed unimpressed yet again.<br /><br />Wednesday we went to <a href="http://www.chinagrillmgt.com/restaurants-and-bars/china-grill-ny">China Grill</a>. This was the girls favorite meal which made me really happy as it was new food to them. The Crackling Calamari Salad is my all time favorite salad ever. Love love love it! If you have not had it, run fast and eat it immediately! We also got Sashimi Tempura, which is not the most attractive dish. When it came out to the table I was thinking oops, they're not going to touch this. They had never had sashimi, or any type of sushi. At first they were shy, but then I saw them sneaking more pieces onto their plate. Success!<br /><br />I had a great time with my family, and can't wait for them to come back. I bought my aunt the Frank Spuntino Kitchen Companion cookbook as a thank you gift for taking me out to all of these meals. She was thrilled.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06357823553603204547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-75011904816617706742010-08-11T22:27:00.007-04:002010-08-12T21:01:51.016-04:00Lowest common denominator.First things first! I can't even begin to tell you how inspired I've been by the lovely ladies who make up the Tacos to Truffles runnin' crew. With each new post I've found myself humbled, inspired and more importantly starving. Individuals to their very core, each possesses a similar ability to focus on the bigger picture without losing sight of the delicious details that truly make a meal. And as I've sat in awe of my darling friends over these past few weeks, I've come to realize that this is one gift I almost certainly do not share.<br /><br />I'll be the first to tell you that I don't have the most refined of palletes. Born the child of food snobs, I spent the better half of my formative years rebelling against almost anything they put in front of me. I'm ashamed to say that at the tender age of 13, on the front leg of a month-long European getaway, I turned down a trip to the newly opened Balthazar. All I needed to know about food was that it tasted better when fried.<br /><br />While most of me would kick my 13 year-old self today, my penchant for crap food remains intact. I am by no means a food snob. If it comes deep-fried and dyed I'm happy. Afterall, I'm the girl who all too recently spent an evening wrapped in a mink coat while chowing down on some buffalo wings. Oh and I was in bed at time! And worse yet, I'm not the tiniest bit embarassed by it.<br /><br />I use food just like I use everything else in my tiny world; strictly for my pleasure. Maybe I watched Auntie Mame a few too many times as a kid, but as far as I'm concerned, life is to be enjoyed. So if it's 10am and I have a hankering for chicken fingers, guess what's for breakfast?<br /><br />It's getting late but before I go I'd like to make a promise to each of you. I vow that on each and every humpday I will lead you on a quest to find New York City's guiltiest of pleasures. Since I'm useless to you in practically every other way, I hope you'll have me as I am. Slow-cooked, deep-fried and most decidedly smothered with cheese.<br /><br />Love you mean it.sarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-80560516026544856002010-08-10T20:18:00.005-04:002010-08-10T20:50:04.816-04:00Nina’s Argentinian vs. MotorinoI don’t ever tire of pizza because there are so many different styles in NY, as <a href="http://tacostotruffles.blogspot.com/2010/07/pizza-crawl.html">Katie</a> and <a href="http://tacostotruffles.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-not-party-without-pizza.html">Jessica</a> wrote about recently. We're spoiled. I’ll even admit I used to eat the deep dish at UNO’s before the calorie posting started- don’t look!! This week, though, it was classic Neapolitan style from <a href="http://www.motorinopizza.com/">Motorino</a> in Williamsburg, and an Argentinian spin from <a href="http://www.ninaspizzanyc.com/">Nina’s Argentinian Pizza</a> on the Upper East Side.<br /><br />Round 1: Toppings -<br />I ordered the special of the night at Motrorino with slabs of fresh mozzarella, salty black olives, spicy soprassata, and cremini mushrooms, and while the tastes went together perfectly, the pizza was 35% crust so there weren’t nearly enough. At Nina’s the recommended pies were the Piola, with ham and parmesan, or Con Chorizo, so we went with the Piola and a Classic. I have to give Motorino this round; I’m not sold on the ham/pizza combo, though I devoured the Classic.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503942546216241138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDFpXZ8yRWpj76fg2V-n_-wb9wwAmQmjNRmHjW8kQtTGsssie63Fw_ghZZR3KYFoWJDDeWtXTyLKHJBSom9sQcGw3s-AApsJJol8k71l184WnX-UzblClKtTyq20eMILutNmMDMe59e4/s800/motorino.jpg" border="0" /><br />Round 2: Dough/crust -<br />At Motorino, you get bites of great charred crust and pockets of air, making it chewy and light but doughy enough to soak up the flavors of the toppings. Nina’s is pillowy, and baked so that cheese and sauce reach to the edge and the crust is crisp but never overdone. Tie.<br /><br />Round 3: Overlooked condiments -<br />Nina’s gives you bread along with a dipping sauce of soft eggplant soaked in olive oil that I want spread on everything. I neeeed this recipe. Motorino has a spicy crushed red pepper oil to dip all that extra crust in, and their regular olive oil is excellent quality on its own, but I’m giving this one to Nina’s.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503942284544273794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBY99xT8x1Fh5anGSHBNSo0aG-Nu_gPbsC-J4xg-MOmRTkLCbasitNoOb3Pi69eU2jIaPuqUzIZKNHVI0ST0zFBg0r97s69zlt0F7lsb0pSrpFBens7SBomSKoNwt9QHO3MJGsXLAUQuE/s800/nina's.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Okay, so that was a tie, but all the better reason for you to check both out!</p>misslynseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451217385893216509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-87813613502194577202010-08-09T15:37:00.000-04:002010-08-09T15:37:28.217-04:00Food, Work & CaloriesI'm at work right now. And I'm hungry.<br />
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Every day I dutifully eat my Kashi for breakfast and drink my coffee. I either eat my lean cuisine and baby carrots or hop down to one of the healthy lunch options, like <a href="http://www.haleandhearty.com/">hale & hearty,</a> within a few blocks of work. Usually, I control any hunger with an afternoon cup of decaf and some almonds, but today it seems unbearable. I already decided that I am not going to the gym. I have a paper due this week for school and I need to get home and get at it. This leaves no room for error.<br />
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On the days that I don't go to the gym I find myself struggling to eat within my calorie boundaries. On days when I do go to the gym it seems difficult to stay in control AND eat ALL my calories. I could just go splurge on a piece of cake or some mac n' cheese, but I don't want to do that, no matter <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga3c0E_c4-NLcCIHOVmaGOFduHqJIjnR4bsDFE7p311nNoRBaFCo6AMs7K67dJJzhCSX3jrrF8CXFY2eNeaawALuZQuL-aDK7t3nLT0Hxz6PGekTjzVXwAi_b6nriJ-B6xz8ZTjIju-EDS/s400/011209+mac+n+cheese+(11).JPG&imgrefurl=http://mecookingcreations.blogspot.com/2009/01/creamy-and-cheesey-with-crunch-on-top.html&usg=__trNlScUZPlWr4q4Ak0mPop-14CM=&h=300&w=400&sz=24&hl=en&start=0&tbnid=2WmYxNDuf9rvmM:&tbnh=137&tbnw=189&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmac%2Bn%2Bcheese%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26biw%3D1565%26bih%3D764%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=895&vpy=477&dur=4366&hovh=194&hovw=259&tx=126&ty=130&ei=9lZgTOZYgYGUB4S_0aEJ&oei=9lZgTOZYgYGUB4S_0aEJ&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=29&ved=1t:429,r:26,s:0">how tempting</a>. No need to eat it without a reason, right?<br />
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I spend a lot of calories on liquor every week, but the past two weeks, with the help of fellow blogger Lynsey, I have made a conscious decision to cut most of it out (at least during week nights). It's been pretty revelatory to see how many calories are left over when I don't have that extra beer! I mean, WHO struggles with needing more calories in their day...apparently now I do.<br />
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Anyways, I realize this might not be in the exact spirit of the blog, but struggling with food is just as important as talking about good food to me. Believe me, I have no problem eating the good stuff when out with friends or celebrating, but there are all those days in between that are worth mentioning. And are a lot harder...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-62959549504693270442010-08-06T12:13:00.008-04:002010-08-06T12:38:32.991-04:00Fashionable foodThe funny thing about fashion events (have I mentioned I'm a fashion editor by day?) is that there are almost always hors d'oeuvres served. I might be the only one eating them, but I'm ok with that. And I've gotten quite good at strategically putting myself in the direct path of the food servers, so as to not miss a bite of anything offered.<br /><br />So Tuesday I had several events to go to and had dinner along the way--who said dinner had to be one big meal?<br /><br />The evening started with mini cheese burgers and champagne at the Guess eyewear party. Not the usual food and beverage pairing, but it hit the spot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVl3jYxTTQJmUBUvyvsqc0ZtahlZAbRaRUbvkkjQ4aT-9Um-YNJaRicFw3d-3a47XyRQkpvIF8uppuN45rJzpdRXuzhqjeNosPujHcnh9ZvrptJqj9rBiqoXeIVjd3I9bbzuqRwWlyRkg/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVl3jYxTTQJmUBUvyvsqc0ZtahlZAbRaRUbvkkjQ4aT-9Um-YNJaRicFw3d-3a47XyRQkpvIF8uppuN45rJzpdRXuzhqjeNosPujHcnh9ZvrptJqj9rBiqoXeIVjd3I9bbzuqRwWlyRkg/s400/IMG_4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502332375248937922" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A miniature cheese pizza with arugula passed by me and I couldn't resist nabbing one of those next. It was a bit too much greenery for such a small sampling, but hey, they can't all be perfect.<br /><br />Next stop: The Seven for All Mankind holiday preview. Next bite: curry chicken salad sandwich sprinkled with paprika.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpcgAc6xX0OfOaYCl98mAETIdFXt3qQkz4LdHNmCGHqmwp66pDi0uGYJjw0cBQFVRS5uUbEwl343B3swCyxF6V8oQ-1Ydz3vPb6A5u9p4N6iBJXKqwSuQr7g1AvxQV4JK1wL1Jp07G90/s1600/IMG_4265.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdpcgAc6xX0OfOaYCl98mAETIdFXt3qQkz4LdHNmCGHqmwp66pDi0uGYJjw0cBQFVRS5uUbEwl343B3swCyxF6V8oQ-1Ydz3vPb6A5u9p4N6iBJXKqwSuQr7g1AvxQV4JK1wL1Jp07G90/s400/IMG_4265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502334110351345586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The trick is to eat these quick (thank god they are small) because you are juggling eating, drinking and snapping pics of the entire clothing collection. But I paused to eye the melted parmesean on tiny crostinis and these steak bites. Yum!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOXoX_EuL7kak57Uu4E5e-_OUzcCY-30xccQBrnMxKwjWwVLaFx31cuEXCAqRw8drLC-Hu6omDb4nxt2ufnfwJLYNUXcIjGMVo0ZZz78P9vzvLbRhlE9FA2w-lwTcyiNUMzNzwbAwS_o/s1600/IMG_4263.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsOXoX_EuL7kak57Uu4E5e-_OUzcCY-30xccQBrnMxKwjWwVLaFx31cuEXCAqRw8drLC-Hu6omDb4nxt2ufnfwJLYNUXcIjGMVo0ZZz78P9vzvLbRhlE9FA2w-lwTcyiNUMzNzwbAwS_o/s400/IMG_4263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502333275828963890" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And then I couldn't resist the ginormous chicken sates that circled. That and the cheese platter sent me over the edge.<br /><br />By the time I got to Ivanka Trump's party for her debut shoe collection, I was stuffed. But when you are having cocktails with Donald Trump, who cares about the food anyways?!<br /><br />That's all for now from this Friday Foodie. Have a great weekend!Jessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076868044926888603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-82753998813963505422010-08-05T23:18:00.003-04:002010-08-06T00:53:04.105-04:00Get your Moto runnin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMigFBF1m2MoxguWVS__rBw0G0QCoOJ8ig6b7TZe5DIJ-tQhk1LGPw8abjqvwdD97Lr3lftuvIij5Aw5Bylahkh4bLy-3aJgY1w3Y2TBzbzkwq6_xNvU5ukqqqJDUg_WKLz1bcZP2U-a2/s1600/moto_inside-01.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMigFBF1m2MoxguWVS__rBw0G0QCoOJ8ig6b7TZe5DIJ-tQhk1LGPw8abjqvwdD97Lr3lftuvIij5Aw5Bylahkh4bLy-3aJgY1w3Y2TBzbzkwq6_xNvU5ukqqqJDUg_WKLz1bcZP2U-a2/s400/moto_inside-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502154996858275810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK I'm just going to come out with it. Humpday girl here on a day that is most definitely NOT Wednesday. But in the immortal words of Stephen Colbert/Chuck Noblet, "It doesn't matter when you get here, just what time".<br /><br />Since nothing says congratulations for busting out of your mother's uterus better than a candlelit dinner underneath the JMZ, my boyfriend and I headed to Moto last Friday to celebrate the start of his birthday weekend. We arrived in the middle of a bluesy jazz trio's nightly performance and were seated just next to the door. And when I say just next I mean outside. When I wasn't staring at subway riders on the platform above me, I was fixated on a tween boy who kept trying to inch away from the violin player hovering above him. I think we can all agree that nothing's worse than a 40 year-old man shaking violin sweat above you as you try to eat your salmon. I felt for the little dude!<br /><br />I ordered the rotisserie pork ribs and while they were definitely interesting something about them just didn't make sense. I kept expecting chicken with every bite and after awhile I think my taste-buds just sort of gave up. The salmon special was a big hit at our table as was the chilled chocolate pudding. But more than anything, the spirit of Moto is what made the meal. With its sky-high ceilings, skillfully hung lighting and antique mirrors, it's easy to forget that you're resting in the shadow of the JMZ line. A former motorcycle shop, Moto lacks the sort of pretension Williamsburg is known for. All in all, a diamond in the rough.<br /><br />Preach!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Photo courtesy of www.cafe-moto.com</span><br /></span></span>sarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-32504259358568533472010-08-05T16:03:00.000-04:002010-08-05T16:03:04.830-04:00Momo-thank-u<strike></strike><div>As I mentioned, last week I went to Momofuku Ko, one of David Chang's empire. In order to dine at this 12 seat restaurant, you have to endure a tedius reservation process. Reservations have to be made on their website, exactly 7 days in advance, at exactly 10:00:00am. There are two staggered eating times every night, and all seats are booked by 10:01am. Our reservation was for 9:10pm, the first seating time in the second seating. (if that makes sense).</div><br />
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The dish that sticks out in my mind the most is the shaved foie gras on lychee and reisling jelly. By looks alone, you could probably never guess what it is. It kind of looked like very fine flakes of chocolate fluffed up in a bowl. As soon as you put a spoonful in your mouth, it melts immediately. If you touch it, it also melts together. It tastes as delicate as it looks.</div><br />
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<font size="1">Shaved foie gras and lychee/Riesling jelly courtesy of scaredy kat's flickr stream</font><br />
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Generally I try to drink the crappy coffee that is provided at work, but today I needed something extra. I'm just going to let you in on a little midtown Manhattan secret. There is a place called the <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/ing-direct-cafe-new-york">ING Cafe</a> on 58th and 2nd ave. Even though it is close to where I live I was always a little hesitant to go in because it's owned by ING the financial firm. But one day my curiosity got the best of me and I walked in. A little starstruck and confused, I was greeted by the super friendly staff who let me know that they carry all Peet's coffee products. <a href="http://www.peets.com/">Peets</a>! I was in heaven. One coffee for $1.50 later and I was ready for my full week of work...Below you can see a photo of the futuristic decor and one of their faithful employees I snapped with my phone this morning. There isn't too much ambiance with ING being advertised all over the store, but you still can't beat good, cheap coffee without the line of Starbucks. It's my go-to place!<br />
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In the summer time the work week is so much harder to get through. Unless it's a scorcher, and we've had quite a few of these this year, I just want to get outside and stay there. Unfortunately, there is zero visible sunlight from my cube. Most days, when it's nice out, I walk the 20 or so blocks to work with my Peet's iced coffee in hand and I swear the day is a teeeeny bit easier.<br />
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So far, so good. Remember, its my redemption day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlAtN2QuvA1zjuBxKVR_CBKaEPbQi9CsTcy2L6qJlGsVmOaE2r4SGpk1Y9gODsyGRPX08wewznTLEpSYJY73vadn_uzIy4NX0LPfq68KbQHurFF5Z4XrGrYjavepzNyTNKBhjYkNSteA/s1600/IMG00023-20100730-2055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlAtN2QuvA1zjuBxKVR_CBKaEPbQi9CsTcy2L6qJlGsVmOaE2r4SGpk1Y9gODsyGRPX08wewznTLEpSYJY73vadn_uzIy4NX0LPfq68KbQHurFF5Z4XrGrYjavepzNyTNKBhjYkNSteA/s400/IMG00023-20100730-2055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500156023177038370" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But around the 2 hour mark, dieting no longer seemed important. PIZZA did! So with a quick phone call to <a href="http://www.gruppothincrust.com/">Gruppo</a> (my neighborhood fave), we had these to feast our eyes and mouths on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWnlYCOe-WgNyJaRQCEV014tssJsZ9Z4kP7lqjI0QbKfxAN0Kd2M96oUHqsKBDImzTvBQtERD6r0T4uakXIYv7_FGAsOr6T9Alf1cNeOkme_GKWYIIdHF3oGApVTn1-bjaxHYJyUkBmY/s1600/IMG00024-20100730-2143.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWnlYCOe-WgNyJaRQCEV014tssJsZ9Z4kP7lqjI0QbKfxAN0Kd2M96oUHqsKBDImzTvBQtERD6r0T4uakXIYv7_FGAsOr6T9Alf1cNeOkme_GKWYIIdHF3oGApVTn1-bjaxHYJyUkBmY/s400/IMG00024-20100730-2143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500158025289854818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Garlic cheesy bread, complete with marinara sauce.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh57F5pc9-KbQaKDyKpiqRKtUTQCTtiaBrGzIJrQWmcTZCprsMeo__58fKq1juah9XBWSNu6YqZN-JnvISgTfvOdnE865ev_P7rnJRTbfcCNCUx11sv-rJJBnzFWCl2v-f9FrZxs3YKzI/s1600/IMG00025-20100730-2144.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh57F5pc9-KbQaKDyKpiqRKtUTQCTtiaBrGzIJrQWmcTZCprsMeo__58fKq1juah9XBWSNu6YqZN-JnvISgTfvOdnE865ev_P7rnJRTbfcCNCUx11sv-rJJBnzFWCl2v-f9FrZxs3YKzI/s400/IMG00025-20100730-2144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500158870397543826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The most divine thin-crust cheese pizza.<br /><br />It might have been an impromptu calorie splurge for my normal Friday, but I have to say, it was well worth it!<br />--JessicaJessicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076868044926888603noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-1377982913523257302010-07-30T10:41:00.003-04:002010-07-30T11:08:25.255-04:00Spoiled FreshI'm writing a day late and a dollar short(er). This week I was celebrating my boyfriend's birthday which at his request involved lots of fancy eating. We had the pleasure of eating at 3 of the top rated Zagat restaurants in NYC. I'll get to the most exciting 2 in the weeks to come (Le Bernardin and Momofuku Ko), but today I want to write about <a href="http://http//www.sripraphairestaurant.com/index.php">Sripraphai. </a><br /><br />After hearing rave reviews of this authentic Thai restaurant, we found ourselves there about 4pm yesterday. Being such an odd time, we had the restaurant to ourselves. This is a rare occassion, as there is typically a line out the door and down the street. Despite our hunger, we took time to read thru the thick menu. It is about 50 pages, each item including a picture. I cannot tell you how much I love picture menus! We ended up ordering a bottle of pinot gritio and the following:<br /><br />Fried pickled pork spare-ribs<br />Chicken curry puff<br />Steamed dumpling with chicken & shrimp<br />Sauté sliced catfish in spicy curry sauce w. Thai eggplant<br />Whole red snapper topped with chili, garlic & basil<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWB1kPxh860F6mcz0w5mZSBj0ABRrQjgFKuKuF37mNTZvYTJ_rvFJDbfdmd5fmP8Dz70YmmvJElQkvnqWkkC1Xj_sL2JuQm4xMDZvsC0huU-w7UbkMFvWogORfrQ6SdZDnQJpUXiphiNY/s1600/catfish.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713989948773346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWB1kPxh860F6mcz0w5mZSBj0ABRrQjgFKuKuF37mNTZvYTJ_rvFJDbfdmd5fmP8Dz70YmmvJElQkvnqWkkC1Xj_sL2JuQm4xMDZvsC0huU-w7UbkMFvWogORfrQ6SdZDnQJpUXiphiNY/s320/catfish.JPG" border="0" /></a> Those big round disc shaped pieces above look like sliced eggplant. False! They are the fried catfish. Bone in. I don't recall ever having fish in that shape, and I cannot say I was a fan. Although the eggplant and the sauce were very good. It came with some amazing coconut rice.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2wvWvFLfmgU2t4wqBNnjlSvyUfrVu8qYC8cFrzUY34hz-d855D7fOBPn5Q8avHOWgPu_affFqanalha70QSXFVm8kHZv63mQNnDTPzSR4emqbm_OZEamQbxUxQtoPVgCq1xkBpvH5YE/s1600/dumpling.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713980703391618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz2wvWvFLfmgU2t4wqBNnjlSvyUfrVu8qYC8cFrzUY34hz-d855D7fOBPn5Q8avHOWgPu_affFqanalha70QSXFVm8kHZv63mQNnDTPzSR4emqbm_OZEamQbxUxQtoPVgCq1xkBpvH5YE/s320/dumpling.JPG" border="0" /></a> Huge dumplings, mi amore.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnKrqQQcJWViHx4m1apUgqEjsnvMCkarOYJbn6MuLyirv9G2Rphb-VCTjY8VheKpYXV7bg7AgDSga6VbDqy_vhax9V140i0CtLaLmr4CYrxFroDvZT-cVQSV4-0bPs-mpvlLJ-j0e5j0/s1600/ribs.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713972156514754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfnKrqQQcJWViHx4m1apUgqEjsnvMCkarOYJbn6MuLyirv9G2Rphb-VCTjY8VheKpYXV7bg7AgDSga6VbDqy_vhax9V140i0CtLaLmr4CYrxFroDvZT-cVQSV4-0bPs-mpvlLJ-j0e5j0/s320/ribs.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pickled rib tips. Wish we had ordered the honey ribs on the bone.<br /><br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713967648144594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtJk6-y-4BHs0JZB_trt3xC-1jz_EHAt_BeOvWakHC0D9noNJVAIEERCN0ZgFt3dSKuJRN-QMnopFFJKL6xAGJ9VaX1wUXu32nAN5PMfKFs3NHitNpKHumVwuh-V41gyOoN14wqS780E/s320/eaten+fish.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499713961876510866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5BMiU3DYDIbFsa_gCWT1ngEHXazX9Klclrh5QhgVi5K6vZK5vodMaZyg9sFSotBfqNXXHjYnTPKTa-Kj-__Eo24AHBmJTkY47-UWrtBVSEdXInePt7io-zkrtyDAJAc2y1PE_ArBe5_I/s320/whole+fish.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br />Ah, whole fish, head on. I haven't had this since I was in Turkey 3 years ago. So fresh, so delectable. Love it.</div><div> </div><div>I would say the meal definitely lived up to expectations, and I am already planning my return.</div></div></div></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06357823553603204547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6413471437252993017.post-68116820009920400452010-07-28T21:11:00.005-04:002010-07-28T23:32:05.021-04:00Intermission.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLWxMXvVnuI0znmrcxWd8UJEY8-vXaI1vBzn6ZJgw_HecD0G3wJdKld1sCG6pVPbaQcLhQFpWBgExzXCvXYF7v2MRDBR7NBfnE2Fz9HHh3nBXC7uuZcEYShnhYtO0xwdKkwDCvRW5qZ6_/s1600/macncheese"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLWxMXvVnuI0znmrcxWd8UJEY8-vXaI1vBzn6ZJgw_HecD0G3wJdKld1sCG6pVPbaQcLhQFpWBgExzXCvXYF7v2MRDBR7NBfnE2Fz9HHh3nBXC7uuZcEYShnhYtO0xwdKkwDCvRW5qZ6_/s400/macncheese" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499164492035558322" border="0" /></a><br />Good evening my little nuggets. Due to unprecedented events, I regret to inform you that I must forgo my planned humpday post. I'm terrible, I know. But I promise next week's will make up for my indiscretion and then some. But before I go, I'd like to leave you with a little something something for the week ahead. This vision of cheesy delight is known as 'The Alpine' - gruyere combined with slab bacon - from Sarita's Macaroni & Cheese at 345 E. 12th Street. The kids call it S'mac, and after your first bite, you'll know why. Enjoy!sarah.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434416040946845806noreply@blogger.com0