Category: Food and Drink

  • The Secret is Out

    So I’m checking my work email last night, and I get an email from a colleague.  Part of it is pro bono related (which makes sense), but in the second half, she mentions that she heard I was a food writer and asked if I’d be willing to do a column for our internal newsletter — maybe a review of the cafeteria or a nearby restaurant.  I’m trying to figure out who told her, because I didn’t advertise that fact when I was interviewing — in fact, I think I only told one person.  I guess I know who the leak was, then.  I may just take her up on it — could be fun!

    If you’re around this weekend, go to the New Orleans concert at Summerstage this Saturday and shake your booty to the Rebirth Brass and, and don’t forget the Blue Crab Festival at Bar Minnow — let me know how it is, because I want to go next weekend.

  • Laying Low?

    So I told a friend on Friday that I was "laying fairy low" this weekend.  He replied, "why do I think ‘laying fairly low’ for you means only going out for dinners and brunches this weekend?"  He wasn’t too far off base.  I went out for dinner at Bellavitae on Friday night with Eric and Amanda, then on to Blue Ribbon Bakery to visit fellow beach-housemate Jim, who tends bar there (and introduced me to a new cocktail, the Susie Taylor (who the hell is she?)).  Saturday I trekked to the Upper West Side for a baby-naming for Caleb and Rachel’s new daughter, Hannah (so much hair on that little peanut!), then off to the wilds of New Jersey for Carrie’s 30th birthday party, where we ate gi-normous burgers the size of my head and then had a late-night swim.  I returned early Sunday morning to have brunch with Deb at Eatery, then a stroll through Central Park, and finally a nap before dinner at Mercadito Grove  with Jon, Sarah, Erika, Jeremy, and Eric.  After dinner Eric and I ventured to the Maritime for a drink (and to gaze at all the pretty boys), but then I was sooo very ready for bed. 

    Yeah, I’m not very good at laying low.

  • The Pig Out and Other Festivities

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    The Chance house was jam-packed this weekend, but luckily, it was jam-packed with some fun folks.  As usual, we ate well, danced up a storm, and sang at the top of our lungs.  And even though we broke some of NY Mag’s rules for how to keep your housemates from hating you (Kelly Clarkson, anyone?)*, we got along just fine.

    But one of the major highlights of the weekend was the pig roast.  The caja china did exactly what it should, and the pig turned out tender and juicy with very crispy skin.  John made a mojo, which he injected into the meat, and then essentially there wasn’t too much to do while the pig did its thing.  Flipping it over was somewhat of an ordeal, but other than that, it was done in less than five hours.  We didn’t have any apples for the pig’s mouth, so there was some, um, improvisation in that area.  The black beans and hot sauce, based on recipes from my pig-roasting class, received rave reviews (and thanks to John M. for being my bean consultant), and everything was consumed in record time.

    Pictures from the weekend are here, but beware — there are raw pig photos.  Proceed with caution if you have a week stomach or are a vegetarian.

    * Courtesy of Michelle, who pointed out our collective faux pas.

  • Nothing Says “I Love the USA” Like a Pig Roast

    Caja2_pict_smallAfter last night’s wonderful picnic dinner and Shakespeare in the Park, I wearily came home to pack.  I’m off to Kismet for the long weekend, and in honor of the holiday, we’re roasting a pig.  John purchased a Caja China, I’ve packed my recipes from my pig-roasting class (hoping that I can translate from a suckling pig to a regular-sized porker), and we’re ready to go.  I’ll let you know how it goes.  Have a great weekend! (And happy early birthday to my lovely siblings, Bill & Katie, who will hopefully be coming out at some point this weekend for a beach day).

  • Return from the Beach

    135_3575Sigh.  It’s not easy to come back from sun and fun filled weekend in Kismet.  Especially when you’ve only got one final week (albeit a short one) to go at your current job before a two week vacation.  Despite a nasty cough and a case of laryngitis (also an unfortunate high school nickname), the weekend was great.  Pictures from this weekend and last weekend are here.

  • My Life is Kind of Bizarro Sometimes

    MakinpicklesWhy?  Because last night, I got to hang out with Rick Field of Rick’s Picks and his dog Lefty and help him make pickled ramps in his Brooklyn apartment.  Afterwards, we went for sushi (because what’s better after making pickled ramps?).  Full story to come on Gothamist Food.

    Other than that it has been a busy week.  Sith on Sunday night right after the beach, much-belated dinner with my good friend Beth, from high school, on Monday, the Moth on Tuesday, and tonight is a trip to Bar Sasa with Erika and Jeremy.  Then it’s back to the beach!

  • Everyone Should Have Goals in Life

    Especially the foodies. [via Kottke]

    Thanks to everyone who came to help celebrate last night — any celebration that ends up at Pearl Oyster Bar is a good one, in my book.  I returned home to find that the Neighborhoodie t-shirt I ordered had arrived.  It looks good, but the lettering looks a little wrinkly and bumpy around the bosom.  I might have to exchange it and have them re-do the lettering without the stitching to see if that’ll help it conform to my, um, form.  I’m off to the beach this weekend, despite what looks like a drizzly start.  Looking forward to getting away nonetheless.  Have a good one!

  • As Tom Petty Says

    The waiting is the hardest part.  Thank you all for your luck and good thoughts yesterday.  I’ll keep you posted.  But in the meantime, I’ll tell you about the rest of yesterday, as there was some good food involved.  Since I happened to be on the East Side, I stopped by Pampano’s taqueria on the way back to work.  I had read good things about it, and it most definitely lived up to it’s reputation.  I had one pulled pork and one fish taco, some chips and salsa, and a refreshing melon aqua fresca.  I can’t wait to go back next time I’m over there! 

    BoozehoundLast night, I had the pleasure of getting a taste of Tempo in Brooklyn.  My two favorites that I tasted were the duck pastilla roll with a tasty Moroccan barbecue glaze and the Time Out NY-award-winning bucatini with Sicilian pistachio pesto.  I’m looking forward to going back sometime soon.  Finally, I met up with Bill, Sarah, and their friend Mug over at the the Tea Lounge on Union Street to see Charlie Hunter.  Randee, who had brought me to check out Tempo, and her husband had stopped home in between to get their dog, Vegas, and when I came outside to meet him, I brought my glass of shiraz along with me, placing it on the bench next to me.  That bench was apparently sloped at quite a steep angle for what should have been a flat surface, and down toppled my glass of wine, onto the unsuspecting Vegas.  Does red wine stain dogs?

  • Austin Report

    Made it back safely from Austin and the conference — three days full of schmoozing and eating, although I didn’t get to see much of the city, unfortunately.  Strangely enough, I also didn’t really take any pictures, even of the food.  Not really sure why.  I arrived late on Wednesday night and had delicious pork mole enchiladas, spicy tuna ceviche, and a margarita or two at Manuel’s with my co-worker, Mark, then rose bright and early to set up at the conference.  I truly enjoy going to these things, as it gives me a chance to see the folks I usually only get to interact with via phone and email.

    Thursday night I met up with my friend Sarah, and it was so good to catch up with her over nibbles at Z’Tejas (including a very good seared tuna).  Considering the last time we saw each other was December, there was certainly plenty to discuss.  As she went back to studying, I met up with some folks for First Thursday — the first Thursday of each month people congregate on South Congress Street, where the stores stay open late and there’s music, crafts, and plenty of Shiner Bock, the local beer.  We ended up at El Sol y La Luna, where I made room for a barbacoa taco, although when my companions got ice cream at Amy’s, I had to bow out (I know, me give up food?!  I was full!).

    The next morning, I was up early once again, but this time for breakfast with Andy from Bronx Defenders at Las Manitas.   Andy, like me, had done his food research, even going so far as to buy a book on Mexican food in Austin.  No wonder we get along so well.  We had the Mexican coffee, with a dash of cinnamon, a perfect companion to the mild spiciness of the tomatillo sauce in my chilaquiles.  My new mission is to find a place in New York like this — cheap, fresh, amazing Mexican food, particularly breakfast.  If you know of any, especially in Manhattan, let me know — I get the feeling there’s probably something like it in Queens, but that’s not too practical for weekdays, at least.   After a day at the conference, I went with my Pro Bono Net team (Mark and Liz) to watch some dancing at La Zona Rosa (the official conference social event of the night), but then we peeled off to head to Threadgill’s for some Texas home cooking.  Although I could have gotten a meal composed purely of fried things (chicken fried steak, fried green tomatoes, fried okra), I stuck to the fried catfish and kept the remainder of the meal unfried. 

    Saturday, I had breakfast at Las Manitas again (it was soooo good, I just had to.  Plus it was close to the hotel.  I couldn’t resist.), then packed and headed off to the airport.  I grabbed a Salt Lick BBQ brisket sandwich for the plane (I noticed it at the airport when I landed.  Even if it didn’t travel all that well, it sure beats airplane food), and made it safely back home.   After all the eating, I have to say that the $15 charge to use the gym for the duration of my stay at the hotel was money very well spent.  Thanks to the Chowhounds and Allison for the food ideas!

  • Explanations: Why I Am the Way I Am

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    In case anyone out there was wondering why, despite the fact that I live alone, there’s enough food in my cabinets and freezer to feed me for a month, take a look at my family’s cabinets.  I’m convinced that if my dad and stepmother were trapped for three months in their house, between the cabinets and the freezer, they’d be just fine.  Here’s my (one measly) cupboard, for comparison.  Clearly, I’ve picked up the same habit.

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