Spicy buradi chicken Kati roll from biryani cart
Ahhhhh
Brisket sandwich from blue smoke. Ranked sandwich in NYC by ny mag.
from ny mag: “The chickpea-flour fritters at this Flatiron restaurant are unsurpassed — properly thin and shatteringly crisp, with Parmesan and parsley whisked into the batter. They’re shoved into a Tomcat seeded brioche bun slathered with creamy ricotta and speckled with tangy caciocavallo. One heavenly bite and this could be Palermo.”
i think i ate this whole sandwich in three heavenly bites. where’d it go? i want another. SO GOOD.
Tomoe heaven
Hello friends, how goes it? Yes I know I haven’t been posting much. What can I say? Life and it’s responsibilities beckon. But I had to share this link after my recent dining experience at Pulino’s.
Pulino’s is Keith McNally’s latest restaurant in downtown Manhattan. It’s his take on the rage du jour - Neapolitan pizza. And obviously it’s packed. EVERY NIGHT. Good for Keith. I’m psyched for his success.
With that being said, two weeks ago I went to Pulino’s on a beautiful Wednesday evening. When I got there, I was told the wait for a table for two would be 30-40 minutes. Normally, that’s my maximum wait for a table anywhere in the city. Not because I’m hot shit but because there are so many good restaurants here that waiting for a table at a specific restaurant really need not happen.
So the initial 45 minutes go by. I meander over to the maitre d’ and ask how much longer he’s thinking. Ten minutes he tells me. To make this long story short - we wound up waiting one hour and 40 minutes for our little perch of a table.
The problem in this isn’t that I waited that long. I could understand if they told me my wait would be around 90 minutes and then I chose to wait this long. The problem is that these idiots told me my initial wait would be 30-40 minutes. Had they told me it would have been over an hour, of course I would have gone elsewhere. Like I wrote earlier, there’s just no need to wait that long for a table in this city. Topeka we are not. But they lied to me. They fucked me. AND I WILL NEVER STEP INSIDE A MCNALLY JOINT AGAIN.
That’s why I love this ONE STAR NY TIMES REVIEW so much. HA!!
UPDATE: And I forgot to mention another reason you need not EVER eat at Pulino’s: KESTE!!!!! Keste is the best Neapolitan pizza parlor outside of Naples. And I’ve never waited longer than 15 minutes for a table there.
The rents recently had the pleasure of spending a long weekend in Quebec City. They ate. They drank. They had a great time.
As for me, I have the pleasure of having some very thoughtful parents and it was in my honor that they brought back a bag of cheese curds and a St. Hubert melange a sauce aka sauce packet of poutine gravy.
Twas a ridiculously simple process. Slice up some russet potatoes that I bought from the farmer’s market this morning. Soak them in salt water for about 10 minutes to remove all that mucky starch. And then I fried them up in a mixture of safflower oil and vegetable oil (it was all I had).
It took about 14 minutes on medium-high heat to get them to the desired golden crispness. And then it was devoured. Quick. Merci Mere et Pere.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmm. home made langostino tail roll on toasted challah. SO GOOD.
Ham sandwich from No 7 Sub
At No 7 Sub in the Ace Hotel