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April 1, 2008

On the Way to The Cloisters, A Bucket of Curtido

omg bucket.
La Cabana Salvadorena
La Cabana Salvadorena

"Oh my god, the curtido comes in a bucket," I marveled to myself during lunch two Saturdays ago, although Rebecca probably overhead me because she was sitting across the table.

If there's one way for a restaurant to win my heart over, it's to have something I love deemed so essential to the meal that an excessive supply of it is part of the default table setting. La Cabana Salvadorena in Washington Heights instantly won major awesome points for providing a bucket of curtido—a mix of shredded pickled cabbage, onion, and carrots—on every table. (I haven't been to enough Salvadoran restaurants to know whether or not all-you-can-eat curtido is commonplace. I hope it is.)

Okay, maybe the receptacle is more of a "large plastic jar" than a "bucket," but I really like the word "bucket." It's also fairly large for a table-side condiment; compared to the weeny salt and pepper shakers, standard Heinz ketchup bottle, and bottles of salad dressing (yes, two bottles; so much variety!), the curtido was most bucket-esque.

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April 4, 2008

Eating (Unidentified Flying) Korean Fried Chicken in Queens


But first, there was Party Glitters.

Party Glitters is not just a store—it's an unintentional work of art. You can't miss it...unless you're blind. And even if you're blind, you'll still be able to sense the spastic bright neon shiny rainbow presence exuded by the store's awning. And by "sense," I mean that you'll feel the burning sensation in your corneas.

While roaming around Queens to kill time before dinner (this being the same day we feasted on cortido and Mister Softee), Rebecca and I peeked into the store to find lots of supplies for the party we would never throw. If you need plastic doo-dads to decorate a wedding cake or baby's birthday cake with, this is your place! Are people only getting married and having babies? Is there nothing else worth celebrating? Noooothing?

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April 6, 2008

Mitsuwa: Pork, Candy, and Eggs Dressed As Bunnies

Mitsuwa parking lot
No entering for you.

I love Japanese food heaven (supermarket/food court) Mitsuwa (aka one of very few cool places in North Jersey), but going there on a Sunday can be a total bitch. Rebecca and I went there two Sundays ago in lieu of hauling our tired bums to New York City (yes, I know Manhattan is right across the river from Mitsuwa, but I didn't want to drive in) and after slowly rolling around Mitsuwa's parking lot along with other hopeful Mitsuwa-goers and finding nothing, I turned around and parked in the lot of the neighboring shopping center just north of Mitsuwa. Parking there may add a few more minutes to your walking time, but it'll be faster than sadly staring at all the occupied spaces, slow-moving families pushing overflowing shopping carts, and cars waiting to get into the spaces occupied by the slow-moving families.

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April 9, 2008

The NYU Food Studies Program


Since I've received a few emails lately asking me about my experience in NYU's Food Studies program, I figured it'd be easier to post an entry about it that the whole Internet-surfing world could refer to instead of write the same email repeatedly. If you have more questions beyond what I touch upon here, feel free to leave a comment.

So...what's it like?

No one actually asked me that. I'd say the program is pretty cool. Yeah.

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Amazing 66, Dessert Truck-ing, and Lil' Frankie's

[Crap, I'm two weeks behind. SORRY, I SUCK.]

roast chicken with garlic sauce
Mm, chicken.

The saturated garlic-ness of the roast chicken with garlic sauce from Amazing 66 didn't really hit me until after I had I wiped my mouth with my food detritus-tainted napkin.

[sniff sniff]

It took me a while to realize that the napkin's intense garlic smell had come from the little bits of sauce that had transferred from the mouth to the napkin. And then back to my mouth. The napkin smelled intensely of garlic, even more so than what I could perceive from the dish itself.

Oh yes, it was some awesome chicken. Tender, juicy meat blanketed with a layer of fatty, slightly crisp skin. Flecked with chopped garlic bits. And doused in garlic essence. If only I didn't have to share it with Diana, John, and Rebecca...

Just kidding! I love sharing food with my friends!

...Because they help disperse the calories.

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April 12, 2008

Loreley: Pork and Taters, All Night Long

mm pretzels!!

When I eat out with friends, food tends to fall into one of three categories: Asian, American, or pizza. It's easy to say that "German" never pops up, aside from a birthday dinner I held about three years ago at Lederhosen (and looking back, I don't know why I chose that restaurant—not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just random). That's three years without German food. Three years! And you know what I was missing out on all this time? Fried pork cutlets, french fries, and fresh pretzels. Why I would deny myself of such a deliciously nutrient-deficient meal for so long is a mystery to me.

At the suggestion of Jeanne's friend Stanley, six of us—including Jeanne's friends Gary, Grace, and Stephanie—went to German restaurant and biergarten Loreley two Thursdays ago. We started with a basket of fresh, warm pretzels studded with salt chunks and accompanied by brain-tingling mustard. I wouldn't want to eat any other kind of pretzel unless they also possessed just the slightest crispy crust encasing light, fluffy, bready innards. The only bad thing about these pretzels is that they had a short lifespan of awesomeness: as they cooled down, their tasty pretzel-powers disappeared. Then again, you should have no problem finishing these off before they dip far below peak-deliciousness.

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April 13, 2008

In Chile. Oh Joy.

[UPDATE, 11:30 PM: Thanks for your messages. I'm alright now...or at least I feel better. Got a hug or two. Haha. And. Well, if I don't let go of this I'll feel miserable all week. I'm trying. Ate some really awesome food today and am unable to retain all the information that is being thrown at me. I'm intimidated by my group members, but they're really nice people and I'm the youngest, so I shouldn't feel so...dumb. And I'll never learn this much about Chilean food again in my life, so I need to keep in mind what a priceless experience this is. Gaah. I might feel better if I had a toothbrush though.]

I am not excited yet. This is why:

First flight out of Newark to Miami was delayed by more than two hours. Meaning I missed my original connection flight to Santiago in Miami, but I was easily transferred to another flight about two hours after the other one.

My two worries: would the people at Pro Chile know that my flight was delayed and know to pick me up from the airport later, and would my luggage get to Santiago?

Of course, no. And no. It gets worse. Or rather, it could be worse...maybe I should count my blessings.

The flight from Miami to Santiago was on American Airlines instead of the original LAN. I think LAN is probably better. Oh well. Fail. I don't know if I got much sleep on that 8 hour flight.

Of course, luggage is still in Miami since it was originally supposed to go on the flight that I missed. If AA doesn't fuck up too much, it'll be here tomorrow.

And of course, the people are Pro Chile didn't know my flight was messed up, so the driver who was supposed to pick me up didn't wait a million hours for me. Which is okay—I wouldn't expect other people to wait so long for me—but I called my mom when I was in Miami to email someone at Pro Chile to tell them I was delayed by two hours. Maybe the email didn't go through, or it wasn't checked...I tried to make sure someone would find out. Fail.

And the big "oh fuck shit this I want to go home" is that a cab driver (or two cab drivers) scammed me out of $555. I'd rather not explain how because it'll make me look like a total idiot, but one cab driver helped me figure out how much money to take out of the ATM (...yes, I look really dumb now) and I thought it was around $50, but no, extra zero, $500. Or $555 I realized after looking at my bank account info online. The more I think about how stupid I was the worse I feel, so I'm trying...not to...although it's really hard. Basically two cab drivers helped me get a cab; one guy was super nice, the other was kinda meh, and at first I thought maybe it was just the second guy who scammed me but maybe they were in it together, which makes me really....sad.

Maybe I'm lucky that that's the first time I've ever gotten scammed. I've never even had anything stolen from me before. I guess this counts though.

At least I didn't get my wallet stolen. I guess.

At least I didn't die on the plane. I guess.

It's hard to look at the bright side right now. I kind of just want to cry. But that won't solve anything. And I'm supposed to be happy that I'm in Chile, but so far, I'm not. And how, even though I know I have enough money to spend on ...various things, the notion that I just wasted $555 doesn't make me want to spend any money. Except for the $3 I'm spending on the Internet right now.

I feel so stupid. I feel stupid all the time. Why can't it ever end? And thinking that none of this would've happened if my first flight hadn't been delayed by two hours makes me angry as well. Stupid, angry, and frustrated do not make for happy excitement of any sort.

I'm closing comments because I may not get to go back on the Internet for a while. So whatever. This is just a little update.

April 17, 2008

Babbo: Everything But Dessert

[I started writing this entry in the airport on Saturday, but only finished it now while trying to edit my Chile photos and write emails, among other things, like thinking about how I should be snuggled under the covers of the bed a few feet away from me. Babbo probably deserves a better entry than this one. I'm planning on going back next month though, so I'll get another chance.]

Tina and Helen, deciding!
Tina and Helen

I couldn't tell you how many times I've strolled past Babbo during my three years of walking around NYU's West Village campus and thought, "Isn't that the place everyone loves? I should probably eat there." And over the three years, never actually eating there. Although it's not a restaurant you'd casually walk into for dinner, it's not that impossible to get a reservation, nor is the price extravagantly out of reach for a "splurge" restaurant. I just wanted to make sure I went with the right people who would further enhance the food with their gleeful presences.

Thankfully, Tina did all the grunt work for our girls' night (including Helen and Giulia) at Babbo, securing the reservation and going as far as making a spreadsheet outlining the dishes we could order based on other people's recommendations and calculating the final bill of each of us, including tax and tip. If anyone needs a personal dining assistant, she's your gal.

Although we were nearly an hour late for our reservation (pointing the blame towards Ariel and his lateness to Tina's pre-dinner meal at Tailor), we still managed to fit in two relaxed courses before assuming that they would kick us out to make room for the next seating. The host was clear about our time limit: "You can stay until 10 PM; after that, we unleash the hounds." A reasonable request, of course.

And here comes the food porn.

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April 21, 2008

Back from Chile

driving to Villarrica
No more of this.

Just a note to say that I'm back from Chile!...and hope to go back to writing real food entries soon. You know I'm good for it.

It was awesome.

Now I return to being sleepy.

Chile Post on Serious Eats: Clay Bowls in Pomaire

bowls n stuff
Bowls! And stuff!

Check out my first Chile-related post on Serious Eats about clay bowls from Pomaire. Every photo of the day this week should be about Chile, unless my brain dies. I'm not posting about Chile in any order; it's basically whatever I feel like doing. Yeah, creative freedom!!!

April 22, 2008

Pig Heaven and Andre's Cafe: Pork and Strudel in the Upper East Side

Pig it up!

"Do you want to eat at a restaurant called Pig Heaven?" asked Lauren, knowing very well what the answer would be. It was the best invitation I'd heard in a long time, in addition to possibly being the most awesome name of a restaurant I had I had ever heard of in New York City. In just three syllables, it goes straight to the heart of your desires: "We have pig, and we killed it for you."

But what if you don't eat pork? Hell, what if you don't eat meat? This Upper East Side institution—it's been around for over 20 years—has everyone covered. The menu outlines food in categories of pork, no pork, hot pork, cold pork, vegetarian, and then some. Vegetarians can eat their dishes of tofu and vegetables (somewhat) peacefully as their carnivorous friends dig into porky dishes wafting swinely fumes in their direction.

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April 24, 2008

First 'Snapshots from Chile' post: Café con Piernas

cafe caribe
Coffee with legs!

Just giving you a heads up that I've written a post about café con piernas (coffee with legs) on Serious Eats. I did a few Chilean "Photo of the Day" posts as well; here are all my Chile posts so far. Show me the luv, please! [waggles fingers] If you're not registered on Serious Eats, you should be. Because...that means you're supporting me! Yeah!!!

As for my next entry here, it will probably be about something I ate three weeks ago. EPIC FAIL.

April 25, 2008

Sometimes All You Need Is Chinese Take-Out

dumplings, from above
Mm, dumples.
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"Do you want to get some dumplings?" asked John.

"OH SWEET JESUS YES!" was my internal reply, although I probably said something less frighteningly enthusiastic like, "Um...sure!"

Three weeks ago when I went to John's apartment in Brooklyn (Bed-Stuy) for an afternoon of movie watching, I skipped lunch since I had woken up so late and—by that point—figured I could just stave off caloric intake until dinner. And while I could've waited until dinner—I have the ability to will my appetite into dormancy for long periods of time if I really want—the prospect of dumplings was hard to resist. (And for anyone who's worried about how unhealthy it is to eat like that, trust me, I already know. But when I'm not hungry, I just don't want to eat. I think this is why I'm not obese. Yet.)

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April 27, 2008

Fried Chicken: A Prelude to Pizza

When you know you're going to attend an all-you-can-eat pizza party for dinner, you should probably be careful about what you eat for lunch. Maybe just stick with a salad or a piece of fruit. Or water. Or air.

mm, fried chicken and biscuits

Naturally, I ate big ol' crispy hunks of fried chicken. Oops.

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