Forking Tasty

Noodle on This

A quick one today. Ramen has been a mini trend in NYC in the last 6-9 months. I finally mustered up the time to go see what was so different then those $.29, hot pot prepared, college quick hits we would all load up on when hitting the local stop and shop once every 6 months. What was wrong with us back then? Why would it take us so long to go to the grocery store? And when we did, why did we think it was like the opening 45 minutes to Red Dawn where we only had 15minutes to get provisions for the next 6 months in the woods?

A couple things to note. 1. I have already had the best ramen in the world. 2. I prefer my noodles when they have red sauce surrounding them. That said I didn’t think I was going to be able to replicate what I tasted in Singapore at all. I was pleasantly surprised as soon as I popped into the little shop just off St. Marks place in the East Village. There was a lot of foreign Asian languages being spoken, the signs were predominantly in Chinese and I saw a lot of smiling faces. So far, so good. I sat down and got right to…

Bathing and Eating

That headline may leave some of you a bit grossed out. Let me clear this up quickly. These two activities were not done simultaneously. Last Friday night started out with my first trip to the Russian and Turkish baths in the east village. It seems ridiculous that I had not visited this ancient neighborhood hot spot for the for six years I lived just four blocks away. Never-the-less, I was being taken by a veteran so I had little worry other than; “How hungry do you get during this ritual?

I will forgo the full description of what took place in the bowels of this dank, decrepit, building and get straight to the food. For those who have never gone, let’s just say it is an attraction. Communal steam baths, ice plunge pools and really tiny towels make for a sweaty, medieval, journey into a masochistic, voyeuristic and narcissistic land of multi, age, shade and gender new yorkers. The point here is when you are done bathing you are really hungry. Like, eat a horse hungry. We didn’t do that but we did…

Souping it up and taking the cake

A random Friday night took me into a dinner with two of my friends that I have been in desperate need of a “catch up” with. Barb, Laura and I met for a sip and then we all turned hungry. Already in the East Village, Solas, we decided to try and get into Caracas. A crowd outside thwarted that plan and the nyc dinner dance began…

Bromance Burger

Last night my buddies, Ross and Urbanos, met me at the Black Iron Burger Shop in the East Village. Ross, Matt and I decided to do a guy night, grab some burgers and catch up on all things work, play and potential.