If you don't know me, it might shock you that I would have an entire post dedicated to the food that I ate while on vacation. If it shocks and delights you, keep reading. If it shocks and confuses you, move on, you won't find anything you like here.
Since returning from New York City, when asked how my trip was, I've immediately gone to the food.
"Oh my God. The food!" is about all I can stammer out because I'm too busy remembering the delicious food highs and comas I experienced while eating in New York City.
I don't know if food tasted better there because I was enjoying the carefree lifestyle of a wide-eyed traveler or if New Yorkers really do know how what they're talking about when it comes to eating. I'm going with a mixture of both on this one.
Our culinary tour started early Friday morning with a palette preparing amuse bouche. In girl road trip terms that means we downed shots as we left. Relax, they were shots of Bailey's. Perfect for morning and we all just had one. I may have finished Christina's but she was driving and wanted to take it easy.
From there we had a long six hour drive filled with much hilarity. At first. Once we hit NYC proper we were faced with Friday afternoon traffic as we searched for The Brooklyn Bridge. The long lines of cars provided much entertainment for me, but we all sort of hit a lull here. We were hot and tired and hungry.
Jen, our adorably gorgeous hostess for the weekend sensed we were famished. She dressed us quickly (seriously, she dressed us like we were dolls and we looked awesome!) and by subway we hit Pier 17 and Sequoia Restaurant. Two of us were sick so after some Advil Cold and Sinus and a glass of wine, we were ready to chow down.
I had linguine with clams. It was delicious. So delicious I wolfed it down and didn't get any photos, but this girl is a happy girl, yes?
That's me on the right looking pale and sallow next to Jaime, the tanned wonder.
After overdosing on carbs, we weren't ready for dessert so we poked around Manhattan for a bit. I was awestruck and I didn't know where to look first. Lights. Sounds. People. Smells. People. Did I mention there are people everywhere?
At some point along our walk, Jen came up with the idea that we needed sugar. Badly.
She took us to sugar heaven, actually, chocolate heaven. I think Max Brenner at Union Square is where Willy Wonka goes when he doesn't want to cook.
Now, I'm not a big chocolate eater. I like it fine, but it's not the first place I go when on the hunt for sweets. Did I care as we enjoyed an indescribable chocolate fondue complete with fixings for sm-ores, including a mini hibachi? Um, no. I mean, look!
There was FIRE. And MARSHMALLOWS. And GRAHAM CRACKERS.
We were satisfied traveling girls at this point. A bit stuffed, so we enjoyed walking around, taking it all in.
Wanna see what I took in?
A serious desire to eat here.
Now, I know most Canadians call KFC "Dirty Bird", so I took this photo for John, but really I want to go back to NYC just so I can walk by when this restaurant is open. Read the menu, you'll see why.
Saturday was filled with walking and shopping and sweating. It was ridiculous hot. We had Glee that night, so we wanted to be sure we were back on time and not too hungry, since we wouldn't be eating again until after the show.
We poked around Union Square some more and found The Heartland Brewery. There was very little wait and air conditioning, so we were happy just being there. Our waitress was adorable and accommodating. She snapped pictures and listened to us gush about Glee and Max Brenner.
Peckish, but without reasonable cravings we ordered one of every appetizer on the menu. So wise. Just so wise. The deep fried pickles? Mind-numbingly awesome. I dream of them. I really do.
Say "Draft beer and pickles!"
After a delicious meal, we decided it was time to head back to Brooklyn to pretty up for our date with Puck, Finn and the rest of the Glee cast. (I will save that for another post!)
My point right now is that after Glee, we went into the Meat Packing District of Manhattan. It's a big hit amoungst club-goers, which I do enjoy, but really, it's a big hit with those who like to eat
The Diner in The Meat Packing District is where I had a seared tuna sandwich on toasted seven grain bread that I am STILL talking about. It rocked my world. I swear, I almost cried it was that good. Ask my travel-mates and our hostess, I was a big mess while eating it because it was all I talked about. That has to be annoying as hell!
Our next meal was to be Sunday brunch at a restaurant called the Sunburnt Cow, but we missed our reservation and the pissy hostess was not in a mood to be sweet-talked by the lovable Jen. I won't go on about what a bitch she was, because this is a post about food and it's supposed to be happy.
Like so many things on this trip, fate intervened and we ended up having a far far better meal at a little cafe called Matilda Cafe. From the atmosphere, to the owners to the food, it was a pleasure from beginning to end. The owners are a wonderful couple with a daughter named Matilda and they made sure we were satisfied, stuffed and a little drunk on mimosas and a lovely mango drink called The Matilda.
After much deliberation I ordered the Uova in Camicia. Which is two homemade flour tortillas, chorizo, poached eggs covered in a chipotle-fresca sauce.
It almost beat the tuna sandwich. ALMOST.
Sunday afternoon called for Lianne's return home, which sucked. So, we were down one and decided to stay in Brooklyn for the evening. Jen wanted to show us DUMBO, which stands for Down Under The Manhattan Bridge Overpass. A very cute little neighbourhood that brought us to Ignazio's. Where we had pizza.
Pizza I cannot describe.
I'm not a huge pizza fan. I think it's the sauce. Red sauces don't really turn my crank and I find a lot of pizza too saucy.
But people, I almost a whole medium to myself.
Christina and I made our own pizza. We had applewood smoked bacon, roasted red peppers and caramelized onion. I made a pig of myself.
Jen and Jaime topped theirs with basil and pepperoni. I had some of that too.
I had so much pizza I needed to walk home to work the turkey through. I'm not kidding!
The next day I have no food pictures of because my camera battery died, but there was street meat and frozen yogurt and coffee. All things that I have never tasted anything like before.
Like I said, I don't know what it was about the food in NYC, but I was one satisfied girl when I got back. So much so that I look at Tim Horton's coffee with a bit of scorn. It just doesn't compare to the coffee at the little deli in Brooklyn.