April 3, 2006
Financier, Crosby Connection, Pio Maya, and Yakitori Taisho: holy crap, did I eat all that?
Last Wednesday I split a 12-slice cake from Financier with Nick in exchange for a guitar pedal. As gluttonous as I am, you might be surprised to learn that I've never split a full-sized cake before. Seriously. With my chef's knife in hand, I sliced that sucker down the middle like a doctor performing open heart surgery...really badly..
Neither of us could remember the exact name or description of the cake, but these photos should help you if you want to buy it. The bottom half is a chewy, moist, just dense enough brownie, while the top layer is glorious light buttery cream. In between the layers are slivered almonds and other bits of nutty goodness. On top of the cream is a skin of something sweet, creamy, and vanilla flavored, and all around the cake are whole French almond macarons. Even though I haven't tried Financier's other whole cakes, I can't imagine how it could get better than this. You've got your brownie, your cream, your nuts, and your macarons. My god, that's the formula for instant death brought on by tastiness overload.
I ate two slices on that first day. If you're wondering, that's one slice too many unless you have a conjoined twin. After that, I thought, "...No, no more." I offered my roommate a piece. While she said she just wanted a bite, looking at the slice remnant the next day showed me that she had taken more than a bite. Really, if you're gonna eat more than half the slice, just take the whole thing instead of leaving a sad little cake corpse behind.
I ate the leftover from that slice. Dammit. I gave another slice to Patricia and I have onnnne left (if you're compelled to do the math, I also gave a slice from my half to Nick)...Sarah, it's calling your name...
Yes, I am still on this weird sandwich kick (seriously, this is my new record for "single food eating whatnot". I went back to Crosby Connection for more cheap, delicious sandwich action and ended up with the Suzy Special: "fresh mozzarella, 2 slice of proscuitto, fresh tomatoes, sweet roasted peppers, buttery slices of avocado, fragrant basil, virgin olive oil, balsamic vinegar". I'm not sure why I got this considering I'm not much of a prosciutto fan; indeed, it ended up being the only part of the sandwich I found disagreeable. I guess I don't mind proscuitto when it's hot, but cold and flaccid, not so much. However, the rest of the sandwich was awesome, especially the soft, chewy, and crusty bread. The more sandwiches I eat, the more I think about how sad a sandwich is without good bread.
Someone recommended Crosby Connection's brownie to me, so I obviously had to try it. Oh god, it's a good brownie. Moist and dense, but not too rich or overpoweringly chocolatey. It's a hefty portion, but I foolishly ate the whole thing in one meal. I only ate half the sandwich for lunch (and saved the other half for dinner), but my attempt to just eat half of the brownie failed horribly. The rest of the brownie just...you know, jumped on my plate, gouged itself on my fork, etc. These things are beyond my control. I want to eat this brownie again, but it might be too dangerous.
Folks, we're still not out of sandwich country. (This is the last sandwich I'll talk about in this entry, but the next one will continue the sandwich action. Yeah, I'm scared too.)
Tristan joined me for lunch on Friday for my second visit to Pio Maya. More humans = more mouths to feed, hence more food I can sample! Yessss. Since the menu is kind of large, I just went for the torta (sandwich), composed of mayo, fried beans, lettuce, tomato, avocado, jalapenos, and chorizo (pork). Although I'm almost completely unfamiliar with Mexican food, I'd say this is like a sandwich with taco fillings (aka...er, Mexican fillings). ...Yes, that's probably a stupid description, but it ain't a burger, nor a tea sandwich, nor a hoagie, so let me be. It's a tad messy to eat, but the sandwich is neatly wrapped in wax paper to lessen the chance of getting crap all over your fingers...and you'll eat it quickly anyway. I especially liked the Jalapenos for kicking some sense into my nasal passages. Once again, the bun was good; soft, warm, and chewy. Why have I never eaten a torta before? I gotta keep my eyes open for more of these babies.
As much as I enjoyed the torta, the fried yucca was the real drool-inducing dish. I ordered this because unless you're at risk of heart attack, you can't go wrong with fried, starchy root vegetables. I've never had fried yucca before, so my description is going to suck. Here I go...
...uhh...nevermind. Tristan said, "It was kind of crunchy on the outside, and soft and fibrous on the inside", which sounds right to me. Sadly, I can't convey how much I enjoyed this dish by trying (and failing) to come up with sensory descriptions.
I chewed. I swallowed. I immediately knew I liked it. ISN'T THAT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU? OH GOD, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!?
Tristan got this super double-crust taco and a side of rice and beans. I didn't try the taco, but he enjoyed it and noted that the lime was a good sign. I thought the beans were kind of bland (not sure what they're supposed to taste like), but I liked the rice. Then again, I like all rice. I mean, rice from any part of the world (I think some Chinese people only like short grain Chinese rice; nuh uh!) prepared in almost any way, as long as it's not sludgey congee, which just doesn't agree with me.
Can you take one more restaurant? Yeah? Okay. Last one in this entry, I sweeeaaar...
After attending THE MOST AWESOME CONCERT EVER, I went to Yakitori Taisho with Patricia and two of her friends from out of town. Never having been to St. Mark's Place late at night, I had no idea how crowded it was. Who are all these people eating at 11 PM? Wuuuh?
Patricia's friends wanted to do some drinking, which is one reason that people go to Yakitori Taisho, but it's not easy for minors to get alcohol on a Friday night. Ah well. Except for one of her friend's sisters who was old enough to drink, we just stuck with the food from their menu where everything was tasty and cheap. This isn't your typical Japanese restaurant serving sushi and fish. As you could probably tell from the name, they specialize in yakitori, or "massive amounts of things grilled on sticks".
I wasn't in a "massive amounts of things grilled on sticks" mood, so I went for okonomiyaki, one of my favorite dishes that I rarely eat (really, this was my third time) because it's not offered in many places. But here it was! There was no question that I had to get it. As for what the hell okonomiyaki is, I'd say that it's like a thick, mealy, savoury pancake with crapload of stuff in it. I don't think any encyclopedia would jump at the chance to use my description, but that's kinda what it is. This okonomiyaki was my favorite of the three I've eaten so far (the others being from Otafuku and Mitsuwa); it contained all kinds of seafood bits that I'm not particularly fond of, but found tasty anyway (shrimp, squid, other things I don't remember), slathered in lots of Okonomiyaki sauce and topped with a pile of bonito flakes. There's also the excessive mayo, which I wouldn't normall eat, but ye know...it was late, I was covered in confetti, my ears were ringing with the buzzing of a gazillion cicadas, and I hadn't eaten anything since Pio Maya.
Oh, another plus for the okonomiyaki besides that its a delicious bundle of seafoody savoury-ness: the gigantic slab cost around $8. If I remember correctly. And I might not since we were there for a long time eating all this other food. I didn't try any of it so I'll just food-porn you:
YOU HAVE OFFICIALL REACHED THE END OF THE ENTRY! Unfortunately, you don't get any kind of prize. You're probably hungrier now, actually. Sorry. [pat pat]
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