Despite the snow and the three inch thick ice blocks that traversed the sidewalk in front of stores that didn't shovel and the six inch puddles of slush you had to step into (or walk great distances to circumvent), we made our way up 4 blocks to Community, a restaurant we'd been meaning to get to since it reopened in October after a grease fire had closed it down for six months.
Community seats its guests at, well, communal tables. Long tables fill the center of the main dining room where the acoustics verge on loud. We found ourselves talking in more than hushed voices to be heard over the laughter and good stories told at nearby tables. In fact, we found ourselves entering the conversations at the tables on either side of us -- eyeing and commenting on the butterscotch pudding topped with whipped cream two women shared, overhearing a discussion between a brother and sister of last year's production of Euripides off-Broadway and ogling the very attractive shrimp pot stickers and perfectly browned zucchini scallion pancakes .
Ordering wine was easy, once we'd decided against the $50 dollar bottle of pinot noir from France. I ordered the malbec ($9) and David ordered a pinot ($12). Then the hard part: how to choose among the apparently healthful, organic beautifully prepared entrees. We ordered the special salad: arugula, toasted walnuts, bacon and blue cheese tossed in a pear vinagarette -- which we shared. I judge a salad on the crispness of its vegetables and the smoothness of its dressing. This was ambrosia -- the sweetness of the pear emulsified with olive oil and vinegar.
David ordered the Hudson Valley duck breast ($23) served with sheared and grilled brussel sprouts, whole wheat spaetzle, and a rich port sauce one would normally find on a steak. In fact, the medium rare duck tasted like steak -- but more tender. I ordered a hamburger ($14) medium rare (more for the fries than the hamburger!) -- but it came medium well, and our enthusiastic, charming waiter took it back to the kitchen and brought me back my fries. Rather than another burger, I ordered the shrimp pot stickers ($8.50) -- which were delicious. These pan-seared dumplings arrived perfectly browned. Inside the al dente rice paper, chunks of shrimp mixed with ginger and something green I could not identify. Suffice to say, it was as good as it looked -- and better.
For dessert we ordered the special which will soon be on the menu: coconut-banana cream pie. So creamy the dollop of whipped cream on top seemed redundant.
Our bill came to $75.32.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Silver Moon Bakery, Broadway @ 105th
On weekends, the line snakes out the door. Weekdays, you see the odd couple or solo person sitting on the bench outside the bakery balancing a cup of coffee and a pastry. I often walk by the steamy windows which signify just baked breads and cakes and pies. And "real" doggie biscuits. The fresh oven aroma wafts out to the street, like the genie from Aladdin's lamp luring you into a deal you're not sure you want just now. I don't often allow myself to go in -- but when I do, I reward myself with golden brioche baked into jelly-filled doughnuts or swirling cinnamon buns topped with sugar frosting. There's something irresistible about pulling off fresh chunks of sweet, yeasty bread that melts in your mouth. You want another and another, even though you vowed to yourself when you bought the highly caloric pre-dinner snack that you'd only take one bite and save the rest for later. There never is a later.
about $4 per pastry.
about $4 per pastry.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Garden of Eden, Broadway south of 108
I should mention the Garden of Eden -- where we buy most of the food we bring home: milk without antibiotics, fresh eggs, la Semeuse coffee, honey crisp apples, navel oranges, crisp and deep green Swiss chard, cheeses, pastries, Erica's rugalach (filled with nuts, raisins and apricot or raspberry filling), Lake Champlain dark chocolate from Vermont, roasted almonds, pasta, cakes, breads, fish, meat, and more.
Tonight I was could not pass by the Baba, a golden sponge cake soaked in rum. It was true to its name -- wonderously fresh and rum-soaked. Though I intended to leave some for tomorrow, I ate every bite.
Tonight I was could not pass by the Baba, a golden sponge cake soaked in rum. It was true to its name -- wonderously fresh and rum-soaked. Though I intended to leave some for tomorrow, I ate every bite.
Jerusalem Restaurant, Broadway south of 104th
This is a hole-in-the-wall with a window out to the street for fast service. There is a counter that seats exactly four and two or three tables. While waiting for my take-out order of lentil soup (yep, had to have another Middle Eastern fix) and salad, the cook put out a plate on the counter piled with what looked like French fries, but they were crisp, hot pita fries cut in length-wise strips and topped with herbs. The cook offered me one. I liked it. He then filled a paper coffee cup and handed me far more than I would have wanted to eat. But I ate every one -- before I got home.
The yellow broth thickened with lentils, diced carrots, and potatoes had a mild flavor. It needed a squeeze of lemon to give it more life. The salad was fresh and filled with my choice of tomatoes, cucumbers, feta cheese, olives and chopped parsley; it came with a tahini dressing, which made me wish for falafels.
Salad and soup and free chips came to $8 and change.
The yellow broth thickened with lentils, diced carrots, and potatoes had a mild flavor. It needed a squeeze of lemon to give it more life. The salad was fresh and filled with my choice of tomatoes, cucumbers, feta cheese, olives and chopped parsley; it came with a tahini dressing, which made me wish for falafels.
Salad and soup and free chips came to $8 and change.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Turkuaz, Broadway and 100th
Coming from Detroit where there is a plethora of wonderful Near Eastern eateries, I often hunger for a good hummus or baba ganoush, a good grilled lamb chop or kebob, a good lentil soup, and hot, freshly baked bread.
You enter Turkuaz and you are in a room redolent of the Middle East: wooden floors covered by oriental rugs, banquets surrounding tables, a wooden bar. You go through a blue velvet curtain to enter the back room where the ceiling is draped with silk upholstery fabric (that might cover a sultan's sofa) and the tables are covered in white tablecloths. At about 8 on a Friday night, when we came in, the room was not terribly crowded. By 9:15 when we left, the tables had mostly filled, and yet, the space was serenely quiet. We could easily converse without shouting over loud music or a crowd's din. At 9:30, a belly dancer was coming.
We started by ordering two glasses of red, Turkish wine and an appetizer sampler ($19.95) which included six cold appetizers: Humus, babaganus (mashed eggplant salad), patican salatasi (eggplant salad), soslu patican (cubes of eggplant cooked in tomatoes and garlic), acili ezme (spicy, finely chopped vegetables), cacik (thick yogurt, cucumber, garlic and fresh dill), and imam bayildi (baby eggplant with onion, red and green peppers, pin nuts and garlic). Each salad was divided by sweet, oblong slices of cucumber. Freshly baked flat bread was served for dipping. The sizable portions covered a large plate -- and all were unexpectedly delicious. Our favorite were the sweet tasting chunks of eggplant cooked in tomatoes. Our second choice? All of them. We loved the thick and smooth texture of the ground chickpeas in the humus; the garlicky, cucumbery yogurt, the smokey flavor of the babaganus, the unusual texture of the eggplant and vegetable salad -- ground with what tasted like pine nuts.
For our entree we ordered the grilled baby lamb chops ($26). They were served with a mound of rice pilaf, and a mound of cut-up tomatoes mixed with chopped onion, parsley and dill. The lamb chops, cooked medium-rare were extremely tender and tasty. I relished every bite.
We almost left without dessert, until the charming hostess dressed in traditional Turkish garb suggested the kazandibi or milk pudding ($4.50). It was a large, thin square of yumminess -- creamy, like a creme brulee, but not as rich -- covered with a dusting of cinnamon and ground walnuts.
We look forward to future visits when we can order the grilled fish, the chopped tomato, cucumber, and green pepper salad, kebaps and koftes and dolmas, and other delectable Turkish delights.
The bill came to $80.24.
You enter Turkuaz and you are in a room redolent of the Middle East: wooden floors covered by oriental rugs, banquets surrounding tables, a wooden bar. You go through a blue velvet curtain to enter the back room where the ceiling is draped with silk upholstery fabric (that might cover a sultan's sofa) and the tables are covered in white tablecloths. At about 8 on a Friday night, when we came in, the room was not terribly crowded. By 9:15 when we left, the tables had mostly filled, and yet, the space was serenely quiet. We could easily converse without shouting over loud music or a crowd's din. At 9:30, a belly dancer was coming.
We started by ordering two glasses of red, Turkish wine and an appetizer sampler ($19.95) which included six cold appetizers: Humus, babaganus (mashed eggplant salad), patican salatasi (eggplant salad), soslu patican (cubes of eggplant cooked in tomatoes and garlic), acili ezme (spicy, finely chopped vegetables), cacik (thick yogurt, cucumber, garlic and fresh dill), and imam bayildi (baby eggplant with onion, red and green peppers, pin nuts and garlic). Each salad was divided by sweet, oblong slices of cucumber. Freshly baked flat bread was served for dipping. The sizable portions covered a large plate -- and all were unexpectedly delicious. Our favorite were the sweet tasting chunks of eggplant cooked in tomatoes. Our second choice? All of them. We loved the thick and smooth texture of the ground chickpeas in the humus; the garlicky, cucumbery yogurt, the smokey flavor of the babaganus, the unusual texture of the eggplant and vegetable salad -- ground with what tasted like pine nuts.
For our entree we ordered the grilled baby lamb chops ($26). They were served with a mound of rice pilaf, and a mound of cut-up tomatoes mixed with chopped onion, parsley and dill. The lamb chops, cooked medium-rare were extremely tender and tasty. I relished every bite.
We almost left without dessert, until the charming hostess dressed in traditional Turkish garb suggested the kazandibi or milk pudding ($4.50). It was a large, thin square of yumminess -- creamy, like a creme brulee, but not as rich -- covered with a dusting of cinnamon and ground walnuts.
We look forward to future visits when we can order the grilled fish, the chopped tomato, cucumber, and green pepper salad, kebaps and koftes and dolmas, and other delectable Turkish delights.
The bill came to $80.24.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Columbia Cottage, Amsterdam and 111th
Columbia Cottage is our local Chinese restaurant -- and it's good. The corner dining room surrounded by windows (you can gaze across the street at The Cathedral of St. John the Divine if it's still light out) is usually crowded with Columbia students and professors who often hail from provinces represented by the menu's varied cuisines: Szechuan, Hunan, and Shanghai.
We often order in (columbiacottagenyc.com/food-delivery/ConsumerMenuSelection.m?extVendorLocationId=2715), but prefer to sit in the restaurant and be served hot, steaming food straight from the kitchen. The Chow Fun noodles with 10 ingredients were pleasantly smooth and sticky. Chow Fun noodles, those thick rice noodles served in Chinese noodle shops, are often coated with a smokey, aromatic sauce and are wonderfully chewy. Our dish came with slivers of beef, chicken, pork, and whole shrimp, as well as an assortment of vegetables. We also ordered the chicken with eggplant which came aromatically spiced with big, tender chunks of eggplant and sizable slices of chicken.
On other occasions we've had the okra with green string beans, Moo Shu Gai pan with chicken, corn and chicken soup, General Tso's shrimp, Lake Tung Ting Shrimp, and fresh roast duck.
To my palate, the food's a tad oily, but none-the-less, delicious. And the range of options feels limitless.
We often order in (columbiacottagenyc.com/food-delivery/ConsumerMenuSelection.m?extVendorLocationId=2715), but prefer to sit in the restaurant and be served hot, steaming food straight from the kitchen. The Chow Fun noodles with 10 ingredients were pleasantly smooth and sticky. Chow Fun noodles, those thick rice noodles served in Chinese noodle shops, are often coated with a smokey, aromatic sauce and are wonderfully chewy. Our dish came with slivers of beef, chicken, pork, and whole shrimp, as well as an assortment of vegetables. We also ordered the chicken with eggplant which came aromatically spiced with big, tender chunks of eggplant and sizable slices of chicken.
On other occasions we've had the okra with green string beans, Moo Shu Gai pan with chicken, corn and chicken soup, General Tso's shrimp, Lake Tung Ting Shrimp, and fresh roast duck.
To my palate, the food's a tad oily, but none-the-less, delicious. And the range of options feels limitless.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Havana Central @ Broadway between 113th and 114th
Havana Central opens to a spacious room, half old-fashioned wooden bar, half tables and chairs. The floor is tiled. TVs silenced broadcast sports. A friendly hostess welcomes you.
The best was dessert, Tres Leches or three milks cake. It was moist and spongy, with a very sweet, almost marshmellowy frosting. I bypassed the frosting (as I tend to do) and dipped the drenched cake in the accompanying dollop of whipped cream. I always believe dessert should come first -- when you're really hungry for it. Alas, we waited through our meals before we could taste this confection.
We started with the Cuban Tasting Sampler that arrived on three tiered plates -- as if this were an English tea. The sampler came with our choice of empanadas; we chose the spinach goat cheese empanada -- a flakey envelope stuffed with chopped spinach and a thin layer of goat cheese. However, the best of the samples were the tostones -- fried mashed plaintain that came with salsa chimichurri -- a wonderful, green, aromatic dipping sauce tasting of chopped dill, cilantro, and parsley. The tostones were laid out beside slices of tasty chorizo. There was also an inch long chunk of "zesty" corn on the cob rolled in Parmesan cheese, two pieces of chicken (so dry the bite I took stuck in my throat), and wonderfully sweet and scrumptious fried plantains.
For our main course we shared the Paella de Mariscos -- the shrimp were crunchy and succulent, tasting of the sea, teeny-tiny scallops, little chunks of white fish, mussels, and clams. The dish came also with callamari -- which I cannot eat and which, at our request, the chef left out. The rice was a tad overcooked -- smothered in a tomato sauce with peas and pimentos.
We ordered two glasses of Yuengling beer ($5 a glass). Our bill came to $60.15.
The best was dessert, Tres Leches or three milks cake. It was moist and spongy, with a very sweet, almost marshmellowy frosting. I bypassed the frosting (as I tend to do) and dipped the drenched cake in the accompanying dollop of whipped cream. I always believe dessert should come first -- when you're really hungry for it. Alas, we waited through our meals before we could taste this confection.
We started with the Cuban Tasting Sampler that arrived on three tiered plates -- as if this were an English tea. The sampler came with our choice of empanadas; we chose the spinach goat cheese empanada -- a flakey envelope stuffed with chopped spinach and a thin layer of goat cheese. However, the best of the samples were the tostones -- fried mashed plaintain that came with salsa chimichurri -- a wonderful, green, aromatic dipping sauce tasting of chopped dill, cilantro, and parsley. The tostones were laid out beside slices of tasty chorizo. There was also an inch long chunk of "zesty" corn on the cob rolled in Parmesan cheese, two pieces of chicken (so dry the bite I took stuck in my throat), and wonderfully sweet and scrumptious fried plantains.
For our main course we shared the Paella de Mariscos -- the shrimp were crunchy and succulent, tasting of the sea, teeny-tiny scallops, little chunks of white fish, mussels, and clams. The dish came also with callamari -- which I cannot eat and which, at our request, the chef left out. The rice was a tad overcooked -- smothered in a tomato sauce with peas and pimentos.
We ordered two glasses of Yuengling beer ($5 a glass). Our bill came to $60.15.
Monday, February 8, 2010
106 Amsterdam @ 106th and Amsterdam
From David:
Thursday night was guy's night out. I've been eyeing up the bar around the corner with the Blue Point Brewery neon sign for months, waiting for a chance to grab a less than quiet dinner and a pint. (Beth never wants to go into the loud bars with flashing televisions.) From visits to friends in Davis Park, Fire Island (whose house was next to a brew master from Blue Point), I learned of craft beers often termed 'the elixir of gods'. I couldn't wait to have a swallow of Blue Point drawn from a tap here in New York City.
At 7:00 pm, the bar was packed--every stool was taken with drinkers and diners. Although most of the patrons were of student age, there were a few of my contemporaries. If it is a crowd and noise you want--this is the place. I caught the bartender's eye and asked if a stool at the bar would soon open. She hunted down a stool, moved a couple of people, and seated me at the end of the bar. I asked for a menu and ordered my Blue Point.
"Sorry, we're out."
Tempted as I was to say, sorry, I'm leavin', I looked over the selection of two dozen beers on tap. I asked about a PA Pilsner-type beer and was given an sample. Too light. "You prefer a hoppy flavor?" asked the bartender. A sampling of another PA brewery was right on target made me forget (to some extent) the Blue Point. Most pints were $6.00 and all were available in a 1/2 gallon take out "growler'" for $13.
The menu covered a lot of ground--from standard burger fare, wings. edamame, hummus, quesadillas, a number of jerk-spiced dishes, lots of salads, a lobster Mac & Cheese, pizza and a Shakshuka (Middle Eastern dish meaning 'all shook up.' This menu had something for everyone and it all looked pretty good coming out of the smallish kitchen. The Shrimp Po-Boy on a hero roll caught my eye @$12.
I sat next to the grill and saw the chef toss a handful of fresh shrimp on the grill. Seasoning was Caribbean spicy and had some fire--perfect with the beer to cool my palate. French fries were included and cut somewhere between regular size and bar cut. They were crisp, but not exceptional. As I left, some of the spaces at the tables were empty, but I sensed it was just a lull before the more hungry and thirsty patrons poured in. 106 is a great place to watch a game or just if you just want, to have a comfort meal of surrounded by a crowd enjoying themselves.
Appetizers range from $4 to $12 with most in the $6 range. Dinners/sandwiches were mostly $12 with some at $6 and most expensive, the Lobster Mac & Cheese ($14)
Thursday night was guy's night out. I've been eyeing up the bar around the corner with the Blue Point Brewery neon sign for months, waiting for a chance to grab a less than quiet dinner and a pint. (Beth never wants to go into the loud bars with flashing televisions.) From visits to friends in Davis Park, Fire Island (whose house was next to a brew master from Blue Point), I learned of craft beers often termed 'the elixir of gods'. I couldn't wait to have a swallow of Blue Point drawn from a tap here in New York City.
At 7:00 pm, the bar was packed--every stool was taken with drinkers and diners. Although most of the patrons were of student age, there were a few of my contemporaries. If it is a crowd and noise you want--this is the place. I caught the bartender's eye and asked if a stool at the bar would soon open. She hunted down a stool, moved a couple of people, and seated me at the end of the bar. I asked for a menu and ordered my Blue Point.
"Sorry, we're out."
Tempted as I was to say, sorry, I'm leavin', I looked over the selection of two dozen beers on tap. I asked about a PA Pilsner-type beer and was given an sample. Too light. "You prefer a hoppy flavor?" asked the bartender. A sampling of another PA brewery was right on target made me forget (to some extent) the Blue Point. Most pints were $6.00 and all were available in a 1/2 gallon take out "growler'" for $13.
The menu covered a lot of ground--from standard burger fare, wings. edamame, hummus, quesadillas, a number of jerk-spiced dishes, lots of salads, a lobster Mac & Cheese, pizza and a Shakshuka (Middle Eastern dish meaning 'all shook up.' This menu had something for everyone and it all looked pretty good coming out of the smallish kitchen. The Shrimp Po-Boy on a hero roll caught my eye @$12.
I sat next to the grill and saw the chef toss a handful of fresh shrimp on the grill. Seasoning was Caribbean spicy and had some fire--perfect with the beer to cool my palate. French fries were included and cut somewhere between regular size and bar cut. They were crisp, but not exceptional. As I left, some of the spaces at the tables were empty, but I sensed it was just a lull before the more hungry and thirsty patrons poured in. 106 is a great place to watch a game or just if you just want, to have a comfort meal of surrounded by a crowd enjoying themselves.
Appetizers range from $4 to $12 with most in the $6 range. Dinners/sandwiches were mostly $12 with some at $6 and most expensive, the Lobster Mac & Cheese ($14)
Saturday, February 6, 2010
ANGELINA PIZZABAR, Broadway @104th
We were in the mood for pizza and wanted to try Angelina's. Yum. Probably the best pizza I've had anywhere -- and that includes the surprisingly crisp thin crust pizza from Pisa that set the standard for me years ago. Two other pizza places we really like in the New York area include Bohemian Pizza way up in Litchfield, CT and D'Amici's -- also in Litchfield. The other pizza we're fond of is Totonno's -- on 2nd Avenue at 81st -- with its thin crust, thin layer of tomato sauce, and melted buffalo mozzarella, but that we've found very salty.
The carafe of chianti ($16) and plate of spongy-fresh and crisp-crusted Italian bread arrived almost as quickly as we gave our order. The Angelina's salad -- full of fresh greens, tomatoes, and lots of red onions which we carefully picked out (enough to cover a bread plate) arrived within minutes. Then waited and waited. And waited. We watched boxed pizzas and bags of other goodies speed past our table in the arms of those ubiquitous bike riding delivery men. But not the Margherita pizza we'd ordered ($18 for a full, $12 for a "personal" size). With a kind smile, our waitress explained, "Kitchen's backed up. Lots of deliveries tonight."
Fifty minutes later (the bread, and wine nearly gone, the salad totally finished) white dinner plates and a chrome pizza stand were set before us. Then, finally, VOILA!! (I don't know the Italian for that wonderful French expression for something wonderful suddenly appearing before you.) Our pizza smelled and looked heavenly: a checkerboard of buffalo mozzarella set in a field of orangey-red -- on a crisp, thin, yeasty crust. The tomato sauce tasted of late August -- full flavored with the richness of tomatoes just off the vine; not salty, not acidic. Perfect.
And there was enough in our "full" pie to bring home half for another meal.
For wine and salad and pizza, our bill came to $42.55.
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