There we were. Sitting on a curb outside what I could only assume was an old gas station, waiting for our fried chicken. No, let me rephrase that, we were actually waiting for hot chicken. It’s different. Hot chicken is a Nashville specialty, and as the name suggests, it packs some heat. We first encountered …
They say timing is everything and if you live in New York you better believe it. You feel that rumbling under your feet and know you missed the train. Timing. You think for sure you can grab one more beer before the free David Seadaris reading because people in this city must have better things …
There’s something for everyone on this great big food filled globe, from the pickiest of eaters to the double-dog-dare-ya rebel. But when we get right down to it there are some things that everyone likes. Cheap, good food is one, and it doesn’t get much cheaper, or much better, than dumplings. I can honestly say I’ve …
“I can’t believe you call what you’ve been feeding me stuffed cabbage” said my husband as he hovered over a plate at Restaurant Pyza in Greenpoint. I thought I made good stuffed cabbage (golabki in Polish). I learned to make it by trial and error with a few tips from my Polish grandmother Harriet (Jadwiga before …
I’m gazing into my glass of sake and predicting that soba is the next ramen. Right now, getting into a ramen joint like Ippudo or Totto is a practice in futility. I’ve seen ads on Taskrabbit next to Ikea assembly requests offering to pay people to stand in line for 3 hours for them at …
In the U.S. the term food court evokes images of crappy fast food. Aunt Annie is serving butter coated pretzels next to her neighbor Mr. McDonald and across the street a kid named Julius is serving up something orange in a cup. This isn’t exactly haute cuisine. The good news is that not all food courts …
The server’s response to my question about whether spumoni was akin to gelato went something like this… ”I have no idea what gelato is. Spumoni…it’s…it’s like, spumoni”. He was an extremely nice and attentive server so I tried my best not to razz him about his statement but I must admit it made me giggle. …
Picture this…It’s New York in the mid 1800’s. Men are sitting at long tables covered with trays of sliced beef tenderloin. There are no forks or napkins. The men reach in barehanded and shove steak into their mouths then wipe their grease laden hands on their apron and quench their thirst with free flowing beer. …
Where I grew up in central Jersey there was an Italian restaurant on every corner dishing out manicotti, ziti, chicken parmesan and not much else. I’m not saying that these Italian American restaurants don’t have a place. They very clearly do. They’re also important to our food culture as a country and they can be …
My husband stood there in his baggy gym shorts and ripped white t-shirt and said, “Look at me. Do I look like someone who does brunch?” To many the term brunch conjures images of young urbanites, dining alfresco and laughing over mimosas. But there can be many types of this not-quite-breakfast, not-quite-lunch meal and the …