Happiness is a plate of oysters and a whole slow-cooked pork shoulder, tucked into bibb lettuce leaves with white rice, kimchi, and ginger scallion sauce. And good friends, who are crazy enough to sacrifice their health and vegetarian ways, to eat it all with relish at 1am.
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Sustenance for rousing conversation. Poached egg, cheddar and potato cake, brussel sprouts with bacon.
The salt-and-pepper doughnut at Queens Comfort. The ultimate sweet-savory-spicy (surprisingly smile-inducing) bite.
Somewhere between Little Italy and Soho, the guys at Torrisi Italian Specialities are serving up food with a bit of irony in their hearts. While the decorative arrangement of Stella D’oro and Polly-O is anything but authentic, one bite of the well-executed turkey hero (with spicy sauce) was enough to give me pause. If “fusion” is wrong, this place does not want to be right.
My favorite dishes at Bed-Stuy’s Do or Dine: (I forget what kind of) Peppers with Green Tea, Hickory, Yuzu / A Fish and Chips / Duck Breast with Fennel
Justin, one of the four minds behind the establishment, let us in on his theory: “All food is either a nacho or sandwich. Shit stacked on top of each other, or shit between two things.” Indeed.
