Why did I not ever remember that we had eaten once before at 5ive Spice, a small Park Slope Vietnamese with a bathroom door that doubles as a spice shelf? “We definitely went there,” the Chef insisted impatiently. But, I had absolutely no memory of it until I did
In the warm golden light of the Alexandra Tavern, raggedy pub cat Tommy curled on a stool, and I warmed my chilled body against the grated wood fire in the front bar room. Two things were notably missing but not at all missed: TV screens and music.
One thing I have always loved about England is the ubiquitous tea houses in the middle of parks—how eminently civilized. Eaton Park Café is housed in the side of a rather ugly circular building surrounding the green domed gazebo in the middle of a park that sports a model train, “crazy golf” and tennis courts.
I think the true measure of whether you’re staying long enough in a foreign destination is having the luxury of returning again and again to the same restaurant, as I returned this week to No. 33 Café in Norwich, England to eat yogisha soup and will do before we leave.
A round up of eight under $10 snack sightings in Manhattan and Brooklyn--from Apulian Panzerotti bites to salted buttermilk biscuits, yet another cheese puff and a Korean pancake that inspired great hope, and then despair.
Ramen Thukpa in Greenwich Village is one of those rarities: a restaurant or café that serves inexpensive, delicious food in a high rent neighborhood. It’s the kind of place you fear is always on the brink of closing, because it’s just too good to be true.
It seems ironic that the best croissant I’ve had in recent memory comes from a British chain sporting a French name. Pret a Manger (Ready to Eat) or “Pret” as the Brits call it is a 350-store chain that opened a franchise in our Morningside Heights neighbourhood, much to my chagrin, at first.
It’s the end of February and thank goodness. Cold, bleak, February is the “hump month” of winter. All the more reason to find occasions for joy during it, as we did when, once again, we embarked on an ethnic snack journey to celebrate my sister Carol’s birthday--this time to Indonesian Elmhurst.