One evening when leaving the main branch of the New York Public Library I was peckish. Passing the food booths at the Bryant Park Holiday Market. I looked for a little something to hold me, and I found not just one but three little somethings at the Arancini Brotherspop-up shop. Arancini are Sicilian fried rice balls, named for the oranges they resemble.
So, during last week’s repast at my sister Carol’s house, every time I put something aside in a Tupperware, I announced loudly that I was saving it for my Action Bronson Thanksgiving Leftover sandwich, to the point where my niece Olivia remarked, “I think you’re more focused on your sandwich than on the dinner.” Hmm. Was I?
Still without gas in our apartment, the pizza stone is cold as, well, stone, in the disused oven, and pizza has become something I crave. Lucky me! I happened upon My Pie Pizzeria Romana , and this almost nondescript pizza-slice sized space turns out the most authentic Roman pizza I've had in New York City.
“All of life’s problems are greatly eased by hot milky drinks,” said a character in a Barbara Pym book. I thought of that quote last week on election day, a day when our tea stores were dangerously low and my need for comfort was dangerously high.
There is a phenomenon at some restaurants when you find a dish that is just so good that you must go back for that dish and no matter what other enticements the menu offers, you stick with that one dish. I'm in this happy rut at Gotan.
After 28 years together I know that the Chef and I are able to find the most exceptional food in even the most discouraging or lackluster surroundings, because it matters to us. This snack journey is a testimony to that. I had accompanied the chef on a work junket to UConn in Storrs, Connecticut with a stop in Hartford on the way in and Litchfield on the way out. All three places presented dining challenges, but here are some worthy finds.
Step into Earl’s Beer and Cheeseoff of Park Avenue and you enter a restaurant kitted out like a Catskills hunting lodge. Vintage illuminated rural scenes are set into the wall, and a stuffed buck presides over you, a little unsettlingly, as you dine. Also unsettling, in a different way, is the presence of ground up potato chips in my gorgonzola and ginger fig preserve sandwich ($8.00), but Earl’s Beer and Cheese has a canny knack for making the improbable ingredient the crowning touch.