Monday, October 25, 2010
Comfort Me With Apples
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Brunch Bunch
One would hope that the buttermilk pancakes at a restaurant with the word "buttermilk" in its name would be spectacular. The pancakes here were so delicious that you will be surprised to learn that the restaurant actually gets its name not from the beloved breakfast dish, but from the nearby tidal strait separating Governor's Island and Brooklyn. Dairy farmers used to cross this strait to sell their milk in Manhattan, hence the Buttermilk Channel, which the restaurant is named after. Body of water or not, Buttermilk Channel--the restaurant--is all about the buttermilk pancakes. These pancakes will leave you swearing off Bisquick for good. So light and fluffy, without being too cakey, Buttermilk's homemade pancakes are better than any pancake that comes out of a box. And the best part? The short stack is only $5, which includes a mimosa, bellini, or sparkling wine. (Although I must admit, Clinton Street Baking Co. still has the best pancakes I've ever tasted).
But Buttermilk Channel doesn't stop at just buttermilk pancakes. Oh no, buttermilk is a star ingredient in other popular dishes, such as buttermilk fried chicken with cheddar waffles and buttermilk biscuits. Fried chicken doesn't sound too appetizing to me for brunch, but the buttermilk biscuits were unbelievable. So insanely buttery and flaky, I would have been satisfied with eating just a basket of these.
Who am I kidding...me, only eating biscuits for a meal? Get real. It wouldn't be brunch without a little protein too...so Elana and I also shared the scrambled eggs with spinach, mushrooms and goat cheese. Like the pancakes, the eggs were perfectly light and fluffy. We both agreed that the goat cheese added a nice tang and elegance, without being too overpowering or heavy. The eggs also came with hash browns, which were more like a thick potato latke. Crispy and moist!In the end we were extremely satisfied. The food was delicious, the service was friendly, it was a beautiful, warm day outside in New York, and the bill only came to $15!! I'm not sure what I was more thankful for: that the meal was so surprisingly cheap, or the whole concept of New York City brunch itself.
Monday, October 18, 2010
La Cucina Italiana
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Fooding and Schmoozing
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Not in Kansas Anymore: Dinner at Fatty 'Cue
Monday, October 11, 2010
A Weekend Eatinerary
Friday, October 8, 2010
A Passion for Pumpkin
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Open Mind, Open Palate
Unless I’m going to see a Broadway show, I try to avoid Times Square and the theatre district like the plague. Too many people, too much commercialism, and a bevy of chain restaurants. Boo! So when Behind the Burner asked me to do a media meal at Café Un Deux Trois on West 44th, I was little nervous. Not only would I have to head into my least favorite part of the city, but also face the possibility of eating tasteless, ill-prepared food that is often served at pre-theatre dinner restaurants. But for an unemployed food lover, a free meal is a free meal; and any meal is another food experience to be had, whether good or bad. Luckily, my dinner at Café Un Deux Trois qualified under the "good" food experience bracket, and even put my theater district restaurant prejudice to shame.
The restaurant itself is a quiet, romantic spot--a nice relief from the hustle and bustle right outside. Dark wood floors and walls, old school chandeliers, and colorful stained glass behind the bar created a sexy French vibe à la 1920s. I felt like I should be smoking one of those long cigarettes while having some intellectual conversation en français.
The service was magnifique: attentive and friendly, without being overbearing. However, the service was the one thing that did not ring true to French cuisine and restaurant culture. As two Americans dining in France (Paris especially) we would have been rushed out as quickly as possible, or simply ignored.
Despite this French arrogance, I've always been drawn to French culture. The French really do possess a certain "je ne sais quoi". Café Un Deux Trois possessed all the "je ne sais quoi" of the French without their signature vanity.