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It’s like a spiffed up Korean Sausage McMuffin, and you don’t have to swim across the Hudson River to eat one. But I did, and I would again,
Fortunately, I’d just heard tell of a LIC Gringo-inflected Mexican restaurant attached to a comedy club, The Creek and the Cave where we could grab dinner first. My source said the chicken taco was “the bomb,” and “totally packed with chicken” for a mere $3.50. We had a plan.
While the Chef effortlessly turns out three course meals, he's flummoxed by picnic fair. In contrast, I’m a dab hand at picnics…
I have good news. Our lady of the tamales is in front of West Side Market (Broadway btw 110th and 111th St.s) on weekdays from 12:30 (ish) to 1:15 (ish) every weekday, and on Saturdays she is there from 11:00 AM to 12:30. Small windows of time, true, but long enough to grab lunch.
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.
Where can you get a glass terrine full of duck rillettes—enough pour deux—for only $6.00? At Cafe du Soleil’s Happy Hour. I wrote about this bistro bar in 2017, and it continues to become ever more popular.