"Let's eat out!"
"I dunno either. THINK. You. Do that."
Yeah, sometimes I don't know where to eat. And that's when Carol comes in and says, "Momofuku". We have a good relationship that involves talking, eating, and talking about eating.
I've passed Momofuku a few times before during the day and you can easily miss it. Or I'm blind. It happened to be quite dark inside the restaurant when we went last night around 6 PM so indeed, it was easy to miss. Seriously, it looked like it was closed at first.
I had read many mixed reviews, more bad than good, about Momofuku. However, I can't form an opinion about a place unless I try it, and certainly it can't be that bad if a lot of people do love it, and the restaurant does good business. One thing people unanimously agree on is that the pork buns are a must eat. So.
Eat we did. As you can see, the bun is more like a bread flap or a ginormous mouth. It's just heavy enough to hold all the innards without making a huge mess, but doesn't have an excessive amount of dough. The innards are fatty chunks of pork and thinly slices of cucumber topped with a sweet and tangy brown sauce, which really doesn't tell you much at all. How about this: there was sauce. And this: it tasted like something you'd eat in an Asian restaurant. Yeah, my ability to describe food is amazingly poor; "This food tastes Asian!"
Oh, I enjoyed the bun very much. Carol enjoyed it too, although not as much as I did. However, I'm sure she's had many more pork bun eating experiences than I have and knows of other yummy pork things I'm missing out on. For now, I can say that this is the yummiest pork bun I've ever had.
We also shared a bowl of pork neck Shanghai noodles topped with a poached egg.
It was alright. Carol's first reaction was that it was too salty, or more salty than she would've expected. I, with the tastebuds of cotton, really couldn't tell if it was too salty or not. Overall, I wouldn't say it was anything special, not that any part of it was bad, but just that $13 seemed like a lot to spend on a bowl of noodles. Also, I'm not a big fan of noodles (or pasta dishes), so I wouldn't be the best person to judge.
Overall, we had a quick, pleasant experience. We just thought it was too hard on the pocket book for what we got. Doh.
To backtrack, my Monday was overly Japanese-food filled. Before the Momofuku outing, I had watched Tampopo for my film class, not knowing exactly what it was about. It's ironic that I ended up watching a movie about ramen before going to a place that mainly served ramen, considering that I haven't eaten ramen in years (and I wouldn't count Shanghai noodles as the kind of ramen I'd been meaning to try...um, don't ask me why I ordered it). Sadly, I've been to Japan a number of times before the term "food hunting" had any meaning; alas, I didn't eat any ramen there. I do hate myself for all the missed food opportunities that went by me as a kid travelling all around Asia, so let's ignore that dark period of my life ("The Era of Hunger") for now.
Oh. Tampopo is awesome and easily my favorite movie from the class so far. If you haven't seen it yet, WATCH IT! NOW! Last week I watched what would be considered one of my least favorite movies ever: The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover. It hasn't nothing to do with it being a good or bad movie; it's just not my kind of movie. You know, the kind with torturing and killing and insane people.
To backtrack some more, in my "Essentials of Cuisine" class before I went to the library to watch Tampopo, we had a Japanese food/snack and tea tasting.
And taste, I did. Everything. I'm not a big fan of tea but the chilled barley tea (which I don't think actually has tea leaves?) was surprisingly refreshing, even after the Japanese student in our class (who brought in some tea and helped prepare food) told us it tastes pretty bad. It would benefit from sugar (oh, of course I'd say that) but it had this odd...refreshing taste. Like. Barley. Which, you know, is synonymous is ODD and REFRESHING.
Since neither Carol or I had eaten at Veniero's before (and...it was down the street from Momofuku), we stopped by. For whatever reason, Italian pastries don't appeal to me, but I got a miniature cheesecake since I heard that's what they're known for. Carol got a miniature tart (ie, the bite sized kind) and some bowties. One customer was buying a bunch of cakes and the counter was covered with order from what was hopefully a lot of people, unless one person ordered 20 cakes.
Right next door is another bakery called Something Sweet, where I saw this rather cute spider cake oozing with chocolate goodness. If only I could've eaten it. (sigh) Instead, I bought a raspberry tart for Carol and I to share later when we went to JAS Mart for some Japanese food buying/oogling.
Isn't this cheesecake adorable? YES! And delicious? YES! And when I say delicious, I mean that there wasn't anything wrong with it. That probably sounds negative--it's good because it wasn't bad--but I'm not a huge cheesecake connoisseur (er, I'm not any kind of connoisseur). My problem with cheesecake is that usually it's too gummy, or cream cheese-esque, or heavy, or has some other problem that makes the dessert eating experience less desirable than it ought to be (it ought to be "very desirable"). This crustless cheesecake (a favorable thing; it's ALL CAKE) wasn't too light or heavy and it left no gluey feel in my mouth. The sweetness was just right. So, as I said...nothing wrong with it. I'm not ever amazed by plain cheesecake but I'd love to eat this again (it's only $2.25!).
The raspberry tart from Something Sweet was alright. Not something I'd get again, but I had never seen a tart quite like it before, and you know...I like to eat a bunch of things, figuring they're basically made of sugar and wheat. The crust was hard, like a cookie, not and not too brittle or stiff. It wasn't as sweet as I would've liked it to be, but I think the filling was supposed to offset the non-sweetness of the crust. Hm. Well.
Gigantic meal collage things! ...yeah, I didn't warn you about random linkage. Okay. I just posted a random link. Isn't it fun? If only I were so good at collaging so that I could humorously introduce photos of meat into scenes where it shan't be found, my life would be so much more meaningful. (Did I just say shan't? YES! Yes I did.)
Today I had two piece of whole wheat bread for breakfast (you know, before my class where I tasted brandy and whisky), apple walnut cake from Amy's Bread for lunch (unplanned, seriously, but I was with a friend and she wanted to go somewhere quick that was nearby), and two egg sammiches, an apple, and Whole Foods pumpkin flan for dinner. During work I ate a leftover Halloween candy in the form of a pack of Raisinets and three bars of Hershey chocolate (no, not huge bars, the 0.8 ounce something or others, which, perhaps due to a desperate chocolate need, didn't taste that bad).
Oops. So. Um. I ate a lot. Jesus.