D and I headed to this St Marks Place on-the-go food Mecca with one thought on our mind – chickplant! Certain to cause craving attacks and a definite sandwich hall-of-famer – chickplant is a pita stuffed with hummus, roasted (well, lets be honest here - it’s deep fried) eggplant, mashed boiled egg, mixed finely cut greens, and pickles. Read more…
Despite its prohibitive title, this 60s-styled diner bar on Smith street is vegetarian friendly and features a menu of usual suspects with a special twist. Our “corn beef hash,” mine sans beef of course, came as a delicious mix of potatoes, roasted beets and onions. Read more…
Lydia and I came here for a night cap after our recent Brooklyn escapade. Lydia was lured in by the sounds of live music. I was lured in purely by the sighting of alcohol. Though in the past I was always quick to make fun of Bar Tabac for its overly hipster-like patrons, this time I immediately appreciated the friendly staff, the fun atmosphere and the special attention that we got from the bartender. Read more…
So yesterday I committed a crime. Forgive me, all the lefty, anti-corporate vegaquarians of the world, for I have sinned. I failed you in the worst way possible. I got a Big Fish sandwich at a Burger King along the Jersey Pike.
I urge everyone to note that my sin was not that of conviction, but rather one of expediency and despair. In addition to the BK, New Jersey Turnpike presented no option other than McDonalds, Popeyes or Nathan’s. Of course, some will say that I could’ve avoided this misdeed by dining on a Carvel cone. Read more…
Best known for welcoming late night East Village party crowds, this 24-hour eatery provides steady, hangover-healing meals. Early Sunday afternoon presented an opportunity for at least 2 in our 7-person gang to put Yaffa’s comfort food menu to a test. We were lucky enough to find a table in the backyard. Read more…
The Tent’s Mint Tea Recipe: put fresh mint leaves and green tea into a cup, pour boiling water and let stand 5 minutes. Add sugar or indulge in honey cake chasers (preferred).
To celebrate Myer Lemon’s approaching borough hop, I volunteered to introduce her to the Atlantic Avenue and Smith Street area of beloved Brooklyn. We started our adventure at the boarded and labyrinth-like Atlantic Terminal. We headed west on Atlantic passing construction, Northern African incense stores and the many boutiques that seem to pop up every weekend or so. At the corner of Nevins, we stopped at the Ace Liquor store. Read more…
Comforting and delicious, Kati Roll Indian wraps are as good as ethnic fast-food can get. Presenting a menu of 8 well-spiced Indian dishes wrapped into warm naan, favorites such as Chicken Tikka, Aloo Masala and Paneer included, Kati Roll strives for simplicity in choice.
The eatery doesn’t overwhelm the gringo pallet; on the contrary, friendly employees of the downtown location are always eager to lessen the heat on my Paneer and Unda wraps. Though sometimes I have issues with eggs – Unda, aka the egg wrap, tastes nothing of an egg, instead it’s a fluffy mass of deliciousness and sauce. I usually get one wrap, but bigger eaters will be happier with two. I think 3 is an overshot – the food is rather heavy. The entries at the uptown location, similarly tasty, have a bit more grease to them. Both locations are open into the early hours of the morning catering to drunken-munchies crowds.
Address:
Downtown:
99 Macdougal St.
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OR Midtown:
140 W. 46th St.
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This tiny place obscured by the midtown misery is amazing. Kashkaval takes its name from a yellow cheese produced in Bulgaria and Romania, sometimes apparently referred to as the “cheddar of the Balkans.” The store fronts mostly as a cheese market and though I’ve walked in here before to purchase cheese, I never suspected that the small, dark backroom holds a sit-down eatery. Upon entry, it’s hard to pass up an opportunity to sniff at delicious cheese selections, olives and other snackables. Aside from staff and customers, an ever-changing cast of kitties permanently resides at Kashkaval. Strangely they show no interest in the customers or the cheese and laze about the store or sit by the door looking on to 9th Avenue. Read more…