A lot of my To Do list is focused eating my way through my new neighborhood. One such place, cheekily called Traif, is dedicated to all things porcine, and lots of shellfish all in a neighborhood with a largeJewish population.
But then…Oops!, I ate at Traif before I could post about it. Can I still count it as a To Do List post?
Hey, it’s my blog. I can do what I want.
And Traif was amazing. And reasonably priced. And hot thanks to the open kitchen in the small kitchen. But still amazing.
Highlights included bacon-wrapped blue cheese-stuffed dates served atop wilted greens. Not a dish that broke new ground, no, but delicious just the same. So were BBQ short rib sliders with sweet potato fries. Perfectly executed.
Save room for dessert. We had two: bacon doughnuts with ice cream and a butter rum budino that I’ll be thinking of for days, or at least until a return visit. Expect that to happen sooner rather than later.
While my return to NYC has mostly been Food Heaven, I have not yet found a way to sate my craving for Indian food, my favorite cuisine.
Any regional Indian cuisine would do. Delivery would be ideal, but I’d pick it up here in Williamsburg, Brooklyn within reason.
I tried the best rated Indian restaurant in my hood that delivers (via Yelp). And It Sucked. (For the most part)
Check out what they sent to me as daal:
It looked like cream of wheat with chiles on top and tasted about as dull. Instead of lentils, the dish was mostly liquid with a few lonely kidney beans.
Into the trash!
When trying new Indian places, I usually go for the staples of British Indian dishes: samosas, maybe seekh kebab and chicken makhani/tikka masala/butter chicken. Once I think I’m in good hands I’ll move on to vindaloo or chettinad or whatever dish is sounding good.
That won’t be happening with Taj. The highlights for me were the things involving pastry: garlic naan and lamb samosas. Both were quite good. But the butter chicken, sprinkled with cashews (!) and not very saucy at all, made me sad.