I just went to the Chinatown Ice Cream factory yesterday but I didn't notice the durian ice cream (from A Full Belly). I tried sorbet for the first time (lychee) since I'm trying to not eat dairy and it was pretty good. I prefer ice cream but I needed some kind of dessert fix.
I ate normal food, of course. The food sprawl above is courtesy of Thai Son. I walked on Baxter Street frequently during the school year on the way to campus but never got to try the Vietnamese restaurants and in general, I rarely eat Vietnamese food. WHAT A FOOL I WAS! Because...it's really good. While out with Alex, an Internet friend from NJ (NJ sucks so much that we go to NYC to do stuff), we settled in Chinatown after walking over the Williamsburg Bridge (because, you know, they're right next to each other...um.)
Specifically, I ordered the "Bahn Hoi Bo Lui", described as "Grilled Beef Sesame Seasoned on Tiny Rice Stick w. Lettuce, Cucumber & Mint Leaves". If you're thinking "huh", that's pretty much the same idea I had. Tiny Rice Stick? What the f...okay. I figured it couldn't be that weird so I ordered it. I don't know if I ate it correctly but I figured all the stuff that wasn't a lettuce leaf went into a lettuce leaf. The beef resembled meat balls/rolls and were freakin' good. I'm notoriously crappy ar describing anything more complex than a piece of paper, but I'll attempt to describe the "tiny rice stick" by saying that it was like extremely thin rice noodles pressed into sheets, but very light with holes. That still doesn't make much sense; you'll just have to order it yourself.
As for the Williamburg Bridge walking, Alex and I walked to and from Brooklyn to see Sondre Lerche. Nothing very food-related happened in Williamsburg besides me noticing ALL THE RESTAURANTS and BAKERIES and how slim everyone was despite the high restaurant and bakery density. Today my legs feel a bit strange, yet I don't think I walked much more yesterday than I did while I was still living in NYC; suburban life has made my body useless and weak. Sweet.
That's what I ate the other day at Joel's Malibu Kitchen.
On a total random note, my room smells weird. No, not because of ME, but because something was a-brewin' in the kitchen. Jesus christ, what did my brother make?