Category Archives: Food

Eat this: Apple Handpie

If you’re old enough to remember McDonald’s original apple pies, you’ll be so happy you read this post.

For the young’uns reading this, gather ’round and indulge me as I get nostalgic for a moment.

Back in the day, my ballet studio was located around the corner from a McDonald’s. How convenient. As kids, my dancing queen friends and I would run over there between classes, gorge on quarter pounders with cheese, fries and the coup de grâce, apple pies.

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Life is tense right now.

Concern #1? My beloved Dad is not well. I would appreciate it if you’d send him your very best thoughts for better health.

this is an old photo

this is an old photo

Concern #2: it looks like I have found a new apartment. This is a good thing, but moving is a pain. More on this soon. Continue reading

The best thing I ate recently: tarte tatin at Gato

 

Although several items on the dessert menu sounded appealing, I had read on Gael Greene‘s blog that tarte tatin was a must-have. She was correct.Tarte Tatin at Gato edit

It was great to say hi to Bobby Flay. He seems to be enjoying his newest restaurant.

PS If the day comes when salted caramel goes out of style, I’ll be sad.

Not new, but new to me!

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One cool thing about getting older is that things I’d have been blasé about in my twenties

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…are instead fresh and exciting to me now. Case in point: new (to me!) bars and restaurants.

I had a date recently* and we had drinks first at Back Room and then at Apothéke.

The Back Room has been open since 2005 and yet still: NEW TO ME. Good enough. One of the bartenders there is hilariously obsessed with this Mew song. He played it repeatedly until the DJ took control.

While I didn’t like Back Room’s sidecar as much as Palena‘s, it was good. Then again, Palena’s sidecars are my gold standard.

Our second stopApothéke, is located in the heart of Chinatown. The real Chinatown as opposed to the blocks that have encroached upon Little Italy. Tiny Doyers Street, off lower Bowery, could easily have been an alley in Barcelona (if not, of course, for the Chinese signs everywhere).

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At this point in my drinking night, I found Apothéke’s cocktail menu overwhelming and went with a classic Manhattan. It was tasty, but did not feature the delicious cherries it would at Bowery Hotel. I missed them. Boo.

How was your weekend?

*More on him if he either becomes my boyfriend OR does something really horrible/hilarious that must be recounted here.

New favorite: Carla Hall petite cookies

A friend at work was sent a sampler of Carla Hall’s cookies. He kindly shared.

We gobbled them up so fast that I didn’t take a picture. So here’s someone else’s.

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Wow!

My coworkers really liked the Black Forest Crinkle but my favorite was the pecan shortbread with vanilla salt. And I’m not crazy about nuts.

I really want to try the Mexican chocolate chip cookies soon. This could be an expensive habit.

Mexican weekend

In advance of a work trip to Mexico (again), I went for dinner with my friends Amanda and Adrienne. I figured I’d be home by 11 pm or so.

Spoiler: that didn’t happen.

Amanda arrived first and snagged a seat at the bar, texting me to say Mercadito is a “shoebox.” And she was right. To get to the bathroom, you will squeeze past the bar. But you’ll manage. You may even make a new friend.

What Mercadito lacks in size, it makes up for in flavor. And alcohol. And personality.

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The best thing I did NOT eat this weekend

Silly me.

City Bakery

I popped into The City Bakery after a good workout at the gym and running errands. When I used to go there during NYC 1.0, City Bakery sold little coins of shortbread that I loved. No sign of them these days, unfortunately.

Instead I left with a single dark chocolate cookie with white chocolate chips. It was incredible…but I can’t stop thinking about the caramelized French toast.

Want to go there with me next weekend?

Rice to Riches

I thought I hated rice pudding. Actually I did hate it.

My first taste of rice pudding was probably at the Charl-Mont, a now-shuttered department store restaurant I dined at hundreds of times in my childhood and where I had later worked as a [terrible waitress]. I remember a milky pudding with random grains of rice.

Disgusted, I couldn’t understand how my mother could like rice pudding. Blech. I avoided it for year.

When I moved back to NYC, I heard about Rice to Riches. In spite of my distaste for the gloppy dessert, I always planned to take my mother there.

Instead, we’d go to Pellegrino’s, planning to save room for dessert and make a stop at RtR.

Pellegrinos

 

Take note: there’s no escaping Pellegrino’s with any stomach space remaining.

Finally, I made a solo stop at Rice to Riches on my way to a midday meal at Pellegrino’s with Mom and some of her friends. 

I don’t know what I expected but…wow! All of the flavor choices and toppings at Rice to Riches made my head spin. And that’s what got me to taste for myself and not just pick flavors I thought Mom would like.

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Guess what? I loved the rice puddings. The texture was more like oatmeal, which I love, than the nasty soupy product I sampled years ago.

I bought rum raisin and butterscotch rice pudding for Mom with a side of cherries. And a small caramel flavored rice pudding for myself!

Further proof that a set-in-her-ways picky eater can learn to appreciate new tastes.

PS while Rice to Riches is generous with samples, I do not recommend going in with this mindset.