Category Archives: Food

Here’s what’s going on

With me, at any rate….

It is probably obvious to you and to my besties by now that, if we go out somewhere, I am likely to report on it.

Or find something interesting in the outing. At least interesting to me.

For instance, guys, last night we tried Tacombi, a place usually very accessible, and it was full. Packed. I know, maybe it’s Taco Tuesday, and that 6:30 is not an early bird hour. The happy diners here were young and loud. 

M. and I moved on to the Beach Cafe, at her suggestion. This is more her nabe than mine, while I do live close by.

The happy diners at the Beach were older and settled in, but we got a booth made for a bigger party than we two. By 7:45, or so, the restaurant had pretty much emptied out.

What happened to the City That Never Sleeps?

The Beach has a neon ad over the bar that says Burgers til 1am.

We were pretty dubious and even snickered on our way out.

BTW, Tuesday is for tacos here as well although they are co-opting the cuisine.

Elusive

Strawberry rhubarb is in season

Searching can be a pleasant way to pass your time.

Anyone with a smart phone has a feel for that experience. 

We know that all conversations can lead to you pecking into the keyboard. Oh, yes, so-and-so is….

Wish that my search had been as simple as that. I was looking for a more elusive thing.

Something that I could not just see on my screen, but needed to have on my plate. I wanted a piece of the pie.

It’s strawberry rhubarb season, well it’s always strawberry time but rhubarb, well that’s short lived.

In fact, I was going to resort to boiling up my own; couldn’t find it at any green grocery.

That didn’t bode well for my pie quest!

I remember when, because it was its season, you could walk into most local area diners to enjoy a piece of my favorite pie.

My phone search told me that I could find a piece of strawberry rhubarb pie at JG Melon. I took this as encouraging, and intended to stop by for a slice.

Thwarted, again. Lines waiting for a table were discouragement enough.

Amazingly, there was a huge pie at Citarella. So, yes, this story of a pursuit has a happy ending.

Some of the strawberry rhubarb pie is now waiting in the freezer. Some has been digested, and yes, it was good.

The season is short. Hurry.

A little gift

My Starbucks addiction has to do with the app and rewards. Now that the new CEO has cut back the company give-backs, I am weaning myself.

For a while, I accepted every challenge [and met most].

Let’s face it, my (bought) loyalty garnered me 100 points here and there. In real life, that’s the occasional free iced coffee.

To get the full bang for my buck, I always ordered the Trenta.

That’s a lot of coffee, and a lot more than doctor- recommended.

As a once staunch critic of the brand, I should have eschewed these prizes. As a gamer, I had to play.

No offers.

Oh, good. I can get a cup I might actually enjoy elsewhere.

I am missing out on the points that come automatically from each purchase. A pass, I am willing to make.

Too much? Nah!

What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?

Back in the day, a splurge was a splurge for us. Obviously, for us, this wasn’t a regular occurrence.

We ate out regularly, but our meals, while indulgent, were not usually expensive.

We had bargain lunches at one of Jean Georges’ restaurants on Fridays.

The over-the-top meals we had were for birthdays or Thxgiving. We went to one of Daniel’s many fabulous eateries a few times.

Dinner with J-G or Daniel always came with a high-ticket cost. Was it worth it?, you asked.

In a few words: Yes, for the memories.

Take me to the movies

What’s your go-to comfort food?

Popcorn is so comforting.

Is it because it’s remiscent of the movies? Maybe.

Although I haven’t had popcorn at the movies in 40 years.

In fact,  it’s been at least 10 years since I went to a movie house.

Popcorn is just a pleasant snack. It’s easy to pop in the mouth, one soft kernel at a time or by the handful.

The latter is messier, but still, popcorn is a neat after dinner treat.

I remember this taste

I don’t know if it was the exotic setting or the plangency to a Swedish film, but these wild strawberries in a restaurant in Italy were fresher and sweeter than anything I had ever tasted.

Redolent of the forest from which they were picked, they had a taste unlike an ordinary strawberry or any fruit I ever ate. Then or since.

Rich, fragrant, tiny, and perky, wild strawberries were a once in my lifetime experience.

They remain a strong, much favored sensory memory.