Behold. The innards.
Like a magical pastry-delivering fairy, Sarah came by last night with leftovers from Bouchon Bakery. Oh, Sarah. I love you for reasons beyong your access to the baked goods that would otherwise be left to rot after a day of sitting in pristine display cases, oogled by hungry shoppers at Columbus Circle. For instance, sometimes we're like twins:
"I've been thinking all day about eating a baguette! And here you are! With a baguette!"
Unfortunately, the baguette's quality suffered from age. A day in the life of a baguette is practically it's entire lifespan. Such epemeral tastiness...[sigh].
I ate way too much that day already, but Sarah insisted that I try the rhubarb tart.
"Well I wasn't going to, but if you insist...then hell yeah. This is your fault."
Sarah was spot on. No, not just spot on, but 1000324-jillion% on. This tart may have been one of the best things I've eaten all yeeeaaar. I'll admit that my tastes aren't very discerning, but trust me when I say that this is good stuff. After scarfing down every fluffy, golden little piece of the crumble coating (whose exact ingredients I do not know...perhaps "concentrated deliciousness"), I wanted more of it, preferably injected right into my bloodstream for a steady high of "fluffy golden crumbly junk". I feel horrible for being unable to describe the crumbly junk, but trust me when I say it was really amazing crumbly junk. Texture, taste, subsequent high. And yes, I really need to think of a better name for it.
I know you don't need all the visuals, but when a photogenic opportunity such as this one comes along, I go nuts. Don't even ask me how many photos I took; just be glad that I managed to cut it down to these three. Never having eaten a rhubarb tart-esque dessert before, I don't know how to describe it. It looks like the striated muscle of roast pork, but thankfully doesn't taste like it. Perhaps it's a bit like strawberry...but that image comes to my mind probably just because of the color. The tart itself was cookie-crisp on the outside and...er, not so much on the inside. Dammit, I can't do this "food description" thing. Hence the large photo. Stare at it for a while; I can wait.
Hopefully one of you guys will go try it and have a similarly yummy experience. I loved it so much that I wanted to blog it right away last night after I ate it, but instead I was up until almost 3 AM pointlessly reading an essay for my anthropology class. Of course, I absorbed nothing from that reading at that hour.
I live around the corner from L&L Hawaiian Barbecue, but I've only eaten there once. I tend to avoid fast food joints and L&L is kind of fast food-ish. So what makes it acceptable? It's Hawaiian! It's kind of Japanese! IT'S AUTOMATICALLY AWESOME. Don't know what I'm talking about? Visit Ono Kine Grindz, right now. If I ever went to Hawaii, I'd gorge on an endless supply of bento boxes overflowing with slabs of fried meat atop mountains of white rice slathered in some sauce and whatnot and...and...[shakes]...
Wow, it's a good thing I don't live in Hawaii. Moving on.
I've heard of Loco Moco, a Hawaiian dish that consists of white rice topped with a hamburger patty and fried egg and finally doused in gravy, from a book I read in class last semester, but I can't say I was very interested in trying it right away. Since I had no particular food plan for the day, I decided to stretch my culinary palate. ...Not that rice, ground beef patty, fried chicken embryo and viscous brown sauce is very adventurous, but I'd certainly never make it myself. I ordered a small ($6), which as you can see from the photo is pretty freakin' huge. If your body is screaming for double the egg and beef patty deliciousness, feel free to go for the regular size. Frankly, the idea frightens me.
Hm...well. I had to admit that I ate the whole thing. Really, everything besides the tomato wedge (I'm not a big fan of tomatoes). Did I enjoy it? Welllll. My final rating would be, "It's alright." If this is something you grew up eating, I can see this being a nice vehicle for nostalgia, and I guess I can imagine loving the crap out of this dish if its your first time eating it (maybe it helps if you're drunk), but for me it was an, "I ate it once, but I don't feel the need to eat it again" kind of experience. I hadn't eaten a standard hamburger patty in so long that I forgot how disappointingly tough (in comparison to a thick, juicy, pink burger) and insubstantially bovine-ilicious they were. As Rob said, "Its not mooing. :(". You're right Rob; there is no presence of moo in this patty. Perhaps with a better patty this would've been better, but the gravy threw me off a bit too. "Tastes like...tan sauce." It wasn't bad. Just. ...Taaaan saaaauce.
L&L has a lot of choices, so if you're omnivorious you'll probably find something you like. The first time I went there I got curry katsu, one of my favorite dishes in the entire world, which means it probably could've really sucked and I would've liked it anyway. However, it didn't suck and it was a generous portion for the cost. I would prefer Win 49 over L&L for take-out homey Japanese food (better deal, better quality), but L&L is around the corner, while Win 49 is around a much father away corner.
The restaurant was smaller than I thought it would be. Leave the large groups at home. (Or, ye know, take them somewhere that's at least as large as my dorm room.) While it was full when we got there, we only had to wait about 5 minutes to be seated. I forgot that weekends means brunch, which in turn means a slightly awesomer menu than on the less-worthy weekdays. I didn't take advantage of any of the particularly brunchy options, but they did have French toast. Tempting...so tempting...
Sandwich. Egg. MINE. One of the choices on the menu is "egg scramble" with the addition of three ingredients out of a laundry list of possibilities (cheddar, swiss, american or mozzarella cheese, salami, chorizo, sausages, bacon, fresh herbs, tomatoes, onions, roasted garlic, scallions, roasted peppers). Only three? ...Alright, three's enough. I went with swiss, chorizo, and fresh herbs on a roll. Isn't toast kind of wussy? I remember when my British friend made me eat beans on toast, which was fine and dandy except that the beans engulfed the toasted like something out of a horror movie, transforming it into a sad wheat sponge in the process. If it had been "beans on a roll", I think the roll would've held up better. But who am I to tamper with British cultinary tradition?
Awesome. How could this sandwich not be awesome? You can't go wrong chomping on generously cheesy scrambled eggs with pork bits and herbs smooshed between long, hard crusted, soft and chewy bread. The salad was alright. I ate it to feel like I was putting something mildly healthy in my body.
Grace ordered a hamburger on a Portuguese muffin. While she hadn't initially thought of getting toppings on it, our waiter Aaron (who was memorably silly and perky, gooo Aaron!) coaxed her into piling on a few things. If you order cheese, they will splodge on what seems like an entire melted wedge. I watched as Grace horrifyingly poked around the cheese to find the "burger" part. She definitely enjoyed the burger, but was too full to finish it to the last bite. I managed to wipe my plate clean (because I'm a glutton) and I selflessly helped Grace clean off her fries. Selflessly. Yes. For lack of a better comparison, the fries reminded me of McDonald's fries, which means they tasted really good. Admit it; you like McDonald's fries.
By this part of the meal (probably what should've been the end), we certainly ingested enough calories for the day. But...hello, eating with Robyn must end with dessert! Grace nor I could imagine finishing individual desserts by ourselves so we went for the only choice on the meny with the word "magic" in it.
Did it live up to the name? ...Yes. Yes it did. The cake was just right on all factors: texture, moistness, chocolate-ness, sweetness, amount of frosting, massivity of cake-slab. We agreed that it was pleasantly smooth in a not too light (such as mousse) or heavy (such as deathly ganache) way. The frosting wasn't too sweet, which is something that I'd expect (not that that would keep me from eating it) and...damn, this cake was just too easy to eat. Thank god we split a slice, as I bet I could've eaten an entire one on my own. And then want to die.
For an even $25, this was a nice meal that I'd love to have again (next time with more dessert, harhar!).
And that is the end of the food. There shall be more later.
Thanks for all the comments on my previous entry (which have all been replied to). I guess you don't mind when I semi-rant about non-food-related things. ;) I was actually going to write another one today, but the rants need to be buffered with real food-related content.
I guess it's time to do homework now. Damn.
Wait, no it's not. Semi-important question: are any of you from France? Paris, specifically? Yes, that seems random, but I'm planning to study abroad in Paris next semester. Last minute decision? Hell yes. Do I know French? Not really. During middle school it was a joke for me to say, "Je suis le fromage", although I don't know why I said that. I can say hello, good-bye, where's the bread, where's the bakery, where's the chocolate shop, I like chocolate, I have a grapefruit (come on, don't you love the word "pamplemousse"?), etc.
...Man, French people would probably hate me.