Saturday, October 18, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
This place is hot dog heaven. My sister-in-law Molly turned me onto it and she's the authority. In Austin, TX where she lives now, she late nights this Airstream trailer-turned-hotdog-stand that serves up delectable gut bombs like chilidogs smothered in cheese and topped with fried eggs. So I knew she wouldn't steer me wrong. Crif Dogs has all the standards plus wonderous creations like the Spicy Redneck and Sourcheese Dog. And they have a secret bar behind the kitchen called PDT (Please Don't Tell).
Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Oyster Bar Restaurant in Grand Central Station is like a time warp stuck between floors. The interior looks classic New York early 1900's, but the signage has a 70's rainbow flair that my brain is having a hard time figuring out. Not that I really need to. I loved it.
Lots of fresh oysters that I've never heard of, and a few that I have. We had Kumamotos, Malpeques, and another with an Indian name I can't remember. Served with a red wine vinegar mignonette, cocktail sauce and lemon wedges. We also had Fried Whole Ipswich Clams, Chowder, and a Caviar Sandwich. Chowder was ok. The rest was great.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
These look kind of like Indian Burritos, but the dosas are more crepey and bubbly, and not as resilient. Which means they leak and break and get all over your hands. But then you have something that tastes pretty good to lick off of your hands. Which is nice. I had a chicken curry with Cilantro Chutney. Alex had a spicy potato and spinach something or other. Both tasty.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Rivington&Ludlow. Spitzer's is a big old beer bar on the Lower East Side. But they serve tasty food, too. We had some tasty beer and some tasty macaroni and cheese with truffle and some tasty chopped salad that surprisingly, but not disappointingly, had no lettuce in it.
The I-talian sandwiches at Alidoro on Sullivan Street are definitely splitters. We had a Frugoletto—sopressatta, smoked provolone, artichokes and arugula on tremazzino bread. My half didn't leave room for chips.
It should be noted that these people don't fuck around. If it's not on the menu, don't ask for it. Total sandwich nazis. And don't talk on your cell phone, or even look at your cell phone. In fact, pretend you don't even know what a cell phone is when you're in there. Because the guy with the weird glasses will rip your head off and put in in the slicer and make a sandwich out of you. And it will probably be pretty good, and they will charge $10 for it.