BECAUSE TIME IS PRECIOUS AND MY STOMACH CAPACITY IS VAST and the brain is sleepy...
...Also, I'm just very far behind. There are so many little (and big) things I eat that never make it to the blog because the task of writing a series of cohesive paragraphs about something I only vaguely remember is too daunting.
But I might be able to bang out a few sentences.
November 14: Brussels sprouts and speck pizza from Motorino in Williamsburg. Why do roasted brussels sprouts keeps making stuff taste delicious? Is it the crispy, crunchy, caramelized leaves? Perhaps. Sweet cruciferousness, thin slices of cured ham, and fresh mozzarella atop a thin, slightly chewy, sauce-less crust makes for a winning combination. I'd probably say the same about brussels sprouts + [anything].
Can't forget about the upskirt. Read more about the meal at Kathy's blog.
November 15: Ramen from Bonjin Cafe in Williamsburg is unfortunately something you can only enjoy on Friday nights after midnight. I guess it's meant for the drunken population, but for me, it was just an excuse to eat an excessive, second dinner after the pizza. The ramen was topped with arugula, corn, fried noodles, and tender slabs of pork belly, and came in a medium-bodied broth made of chicken, pork, and vegetable stock mixed with five kinds of miso, sake mash, and soy milk. Yeah, it's tasty. Read more about my meal at Serious Eats.
November 16: The Country breakfast platter consisting of cheddar grits, scrambled eggs, ham steak, buttermilk biscuit, and gravy at Jane in the West Village. A reminder of why I don't like brunch in New York City: restaurants are crowded in an uncharming way and I end up paying $20 for something that isn't $20 of delicious (my valid reason for eating brunch: to hang out with a friend visiting from out of town). Not that it was bad or anything. You read what was in it—it's a breakfast bomb. If you eat the whole thing, at least one of your inner tubes will explode. I ate a little over half of it—the cheesy grits and cakey biscuit, mostly—but couldn't finish anything else. I'm not a fan of ham steak and the scrambled eggs were just alright.
November 18: Turnip cakes and hot milk tea from Great Bakery in Chinatown. I only wanted one turnip cake, but since they sold them as triplets I ended up with three of the fat, crisp and dense turnipy slabs. I scarfed down two right there and saved the third for lunch. Hot milk tea was sweet and dairy-filled—just the way I like my non-water liquids—and its portable radiator function was a godsend for my freezing hands that cold morning. Altogether, a most awesome breakfast for only $2.25. I'm pretty sure living in Chinatown would make me obese.
November 20: A tongue and roast pork gordita from the taco truck outside the West 4th station across from the IFC Center. That night I had gone straight from my violin lesson to the Don Hertzfeldt screening at the IFC Center (it was freakin' sweet), skipping dinner in the process and thus feeling about ready to eat a helpless baby after stepping out of the theater. I actually held onto this sandwich until I got back home to Brooklyn, at which point I inhaled the meaty corn pocket full of tender strips of tongue and fatty pork chunks with thick, crispy skins. Each mouthful of meat and thick corn "bun" deadened my stomach, for better or worse. I'd happily fork over $2.50 again for another gordita-eating experience, but preferably before midnight to lessen the "There's an Anvil in Mah Belly" sensation.
November 21: Tristan threw a vegan pizza party at our apartment. No cheese, just his homemade tomato sauce, lots of vegetables, and dough he picked up from a neighborhood pizzeria when we didn't have enough time to make our own. Two pizzas fed nine hungry 20-somethings. We should make pizza more often.
November 22: Dim sum at World Tong in Bensonhurst. The rice noodle-wrapped fried cruller was my favorite dish and the best version I've ever had of the combination of soft, chewy rice noodles with crispy and chewy bread.
Their green tea cream-filled mochi was also one of the best mochi desserts I had ever eaten. Danny would agree—Allen commented that our faces melted into blissful, somewhat coked-out expressions after our first bites. The texture of the mochi was about as soft as the cream inside. They were made for each other. For more about the other dishes, read my review on Serious Eats.
November 23: Hot black sesame bubble milk tea from Green Tea Cafe in Chinatown. I'm not a big fan of the tapioca balls, but my friend Ken had never tried it before and I figured the only way he'd try it is if I gave him some of mine. Although most people seem to drink bubble tea cold, I like it better hot than cold so the tapioca is softer, although even then I can't eat it all. Black sesame is my top drink flavor, followed by taro. Ken got a cold coconut milk tea sans bubbles and seemingly chugged it in 15 seconds.
303 Grand St
New York, NY 10002
Taco Truck (might only be there at night, I'm not sure)
Avenue of the Americas & W 4th St
New York, NY 10014
6202 18th Ave
Brooklyn, NY 11204
Green Tea Cafe
45 Mott St
New York, NY 10013