Friendsgiving and Beets!
I recently had a Friendsgiving dinner party at my Harlem home with some close friends and co-workers, and we had a delightful menu filled with tons of food and wine. The best part of it all was the limited fuss and easy clean up—but my guest certainly were not made aware of these hosting secrets à la Barefoot Contessa. To start off the dinner, we had an amazingly delicious and impressive...
Poor Porc during Ramadan in Harlem.
For anyone who living in Central Harlem with a taste for the unholy swine, it is often a hassle to find some pork! I refuse to settle for turkey bacon, turkey sausage, turkey ham, and all of the other abominations made of our November bird. Pork is just a way of life for me, and that is simply why I will never be a good Jew, or Muslim for that matter. So, as bunny bunny turns into rabbit rabbit...
NYC Restaurant Week(s)!
I have developed the habit of dining out at least twice per week—bear in mind, dining out could be ordering delivery from Oui Oui Crepes and Pizza or Harlem BarBQ-- in order to save energy from a long work week and introduce myself to various permutations of flavor. And there is hardly any better temptation to dine out than NYC Restaurant Week! NYC Restaurant Week occurs only twice per...
Orbit: Comida de Puta
Yup, that is the name of a dish at Orbit, one of my favourite resto-bars in El Barrio. I visited Orbit the first time for a poetry/music event, at which I only drank from the bar, but there was something about the ambiance and the smell of deliciously familiar food at the small tables that provoked me to catalogue the resto for a future meal. I went to Orbit for dinner with my best friend...
Some Honorable Mentions for Fave Foods
My readers have great taste! Here are some of their fav foods—-what food do you love? Queues de Castor Sandwich Poulet Croustillant à la Sud-Ouest Chicken Picatta Knoppers
Over the past few years, I’ve been fortunate enough to discover my passion eating, cooking, and drinking. I was once cursed with a limited palate that craved for nothing more than McDonald’s Chicken Nuggets and French Fries—-while I still love me a number 7, I have learned to explore other parts of the menu. I credit my time living and studying in other countries as the key...
I'm Hungry in Harlem
Most of my fondest memories are grounded in food. The warmest memory I have of my maternal grandmother involves me watching her make her buttered sweet mangú and super lemony lipton’s black tea whenever I was sick. I would sometimes even pretend to be ill in order to see, smell, and taste her gastronomic masterpiece. The catalyst for this blog is not yet known. I believe the idea came to...