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Heck yeah, I ate that

My astute friend Liz suggested that we try Root & Bone, the new restaurant Eater had recently proclaimed to have the best fried chicken in NYC. I didn’t need to be persuaded.

The East Village space is tiny and quirky, as is typical for Alphabet City. The restaurant offers two small bars, reserving both for diners not drinkers. Although drinking is suggested too.

We started with drinks (good ones, although I couldn’t tell you what they were and the online cocktail menu isn’t current) and cornbread (eaten before photos could be taken). The latter was served with strawberry peppercorn preserves and clotted cream, and somehow managed to taste both light and rich simultaneously.

In order to sample more of the menu, we ordered the half fried chicken (four pieces) instead of the whole (eight).

Chicken and wafflesThe chicken was as spectacularly tasty as reviews have said. Crunchy, juicy, tangy, smoky, wonderful.

We also got cheddar waffles, corn bread, Southern peach caprese salad and grits.

Grits

What can I say about the grits? They were fabulous and indulgent in the best possible way. Imagine the best grits you’ve ever eaten and then add fresh sweet corn and pimento cheese.

Of all the dishes, I think the salad of grilled peaches, fried pimento cheese, pickled green tomatoes, basil, heirloom tomatoes and “sticky molasses vinegar” was most interesting. The salad arrived as we were eating the chicken and grits already so it might have gotten short shrift. My goal is to return while all the items are still in season so as to give this salad the attention is deserves.

Even with all of the dishes ordered, there were items we were sorry to miss such as our bar neighbor’s short rib meatloaf with parsnip puree. It’s on my future hit list for sure.

If I were going to skip any dish next time, it would be the waffles. They were good, but I have had the chicken-and-waffles combo elsewhere many times, such as at Sweet Chick. At Root & Bone, the chicken is superb and stands on its own.

We weren’t offered a dessert menu which was fine. Neither of us had room for more food. Maybe next time.

Somehow our meal (including tip!) worked out to just $34 per person. I’m sure Root & Bone will raise its prices over time, but I believe dinner there will still be absolutely worth it.

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Treat yo self weekend

My Friday started with an MRI.

brain

(You’re probably wondering “how does that qualify as a treat?” Just trust me.)

After I got my head examined, I had to run some other personal errands so I took the day off. It was a beautiful day in NYC – very unlike our typical Augusts – and I was feeling better than I have most days since the concussion. Continue reading

Currently reading

Via TheAffluist.com

Have those of you who live in NYC ever wondered about the giant, graffiti-covered building 190 Bowery? It’s a homeClick here.

I hope these two get to marry in North Carolina – via TPM

“You’re in love with that cat!” my then-girlfriend Margot once accused me. To be fair, she was a very attractive cat.

A Man and His Cat by Tim Kreider – so evocative and sweet. I’m a sucker for a great cat (in spite of being allergic).

“I bleed therefore I am” by SamaraSpeaks via Stories That Must Not Die.

How to be friends with another woman by Roxane Gay. Bad Feminist is on my To Read list.

Buy it!

Tavi Gevinson’s New Direction via Rolling Stone. I find her so charming!

Fill me in: what are you reading?

There’s a beach in Williamsburg?

One of the things I love most about life in NYC is the sense that I can never completely know it. There will always be secrets to uncover. Something new replacing something old. Mysteries just down the block.

Photo property of ScoutingNY.com

Photo property of ScoutingNY.com

And here’s one: a beach of sorts right in my neighborhood.

OK, so it’s not South Beach, or even the Rockaways. But I had no idea you could get so close to the shore of the East River.

Who knows: maybe in a few more years, we’ll really want to.

Did you have a good weekend?

The best word for describing my weekend:

Freemans

Yeah.

I had pancakes at brunch at Freemans with Adrienne. Dinner of chicken parm and pasta from Max. Pancakes again at brunch at Spring Natural Kitchen with my Kenya trip friend Caroline.

Spring Natural Kitchen

By the time I woke up Sunday morning, I had gained two of the pounds I lost during the gluten-free experiment.

My honest reaction after eight days of feeling sad about food was “Oh well.”

I’ll worry about exercise tomorrow.

My week in music

Last week I had the food fortune to attend two great concerts.

On Monday, Adrienne (aka @Full_of_Moxie) and I saw Ms. Lauryn Hill at Brooklyn Bowl.

Lauryn Forgive the photo quality–the lighting proved challenging. I really wanted to get a shot of her cute outfit but…it was not to be. Continue reading

This gluten-free thing…

I woke up, filled with dread. This day had loomed in my mind like a dark cloud on a distant horizon.

I rolled out of bed and left my apartment, still wearing the clothes in which I slept. Turning the corner, I walked into Swallow Cafe and evaluated the pastry selection.

Where were the weird gluten-free pastries I had seen just last week — and turned up my nose at? Not at Swallow, apparently.

Starbucks pastries via EatAtState.com

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