Oh, I was put on this earth to dine out. It’s no wonder my current boyfriend was the first young man to take me to a fine dining establishment, back in high school. It had tablecloths and a new dish called tortellini Alfredo (yes, I am dating myself). Till then, most of my previous experiences dining out had taken place in New York’s Chinatown—Hong Fat. It was the only place my mother could afford to take us where she didn’t care if we embarrassed her. I have often thought of hiring myself out as a professional dining companion, sort of like an escort for your tastebuds. In the meantime, here’s where I’ve been eating lately.
We grabbed a late brunch at Cafe Mei Mei, which opened one week ago, on Court St. in Boreum Hill, Brooklyn, New York. I took a wee video of what we had…
When @flavorista (aka Barr Hogen) came to visit New York, we went on a food adventure in New Jersey with my new video camera…
The BF and I had the most bizarre meal in years at a new Korean restaurant in Palisades Park, New Jersey. The name of the place I believe is Girodi, but I lost the card. Don’t fret about it since I wouldn’t actually recommend it. It is a good one for your places to avoid list.
Last night’s, post–Make Music New York dinner was at Pho Grand. Despite the plethora of Vietnamese restaurants in Chinatown NYC, we tend to go where we know and, yes, order the exact same thing…every time. There is something to be said for the three C’s (cheap, consistent and comforting) and one Y (yummy!) on a rainy Sunday evening…
I’m a hash slinger from way back. I hated it, but I did it. Waiting paid for lots of delicious food, singing lessons and of course the bills, hence the allure. Most importantly, I did it properly in spite of how I felt—meaning I brought the drinks, the food and the check, in that order and in good time.
This post is inspired by last Sunday’s brunch at Melt, in Park Slope, Brooklyn. Service: BAD. Bad service is usually blamed on the waiter, but my experience is that it always trickles down from the top and usually stems from poor hiring practices, little or no training… yes, poor management.
Had a quick sushi lunch today at Hane by Stuy Town with the bf’s lovely family. I ordered chirashi, which is usually a bowl of sushi with sashimi on top and oshinko (Japanese pickles—if you are lucky).
Jackie made her first forays into New York’s food and dining scene during the “radicchio age.”
