It’s proported to be the best, a declaration supported by block long waits. My friend D had affirmed how good the pizza at l’industrie was.
I only have pictures to give as proof.
To be fair, there were lines at other parlors in the West Village. Those eagerly awaiting their take away from John’s, a stalwart of many years, surprised me.
Did I… oh, yes, of course I did. You know I like my greens.
The city is now home to several eateries that give priority to those of us who eat our veggies, who prefer vegetables over other dinner choices.
Le Botaniste offers plant-based gourmet dining in a cute, if not gourmet setting. A good choice for a meal, and the one I made with my gal-bud D yesterday before seeing Gene & Gilda.
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.
For the love of Wonder! Love the concept of ordering from a food court with a gourmet inclination, but better yet, the food. It’s great.
Individual rating of my delivery follows:
Brussel sprouts are sweet and tangy even if only warm. They should be hot but they were delish anyway.
The lemon pepper were the best chicken wings I have gotten from Wing Trip to date.
Bankside has a very nice, low on the mayo, rendition of cole slaw.
Jota’s salmon is one of my faves, although I love all salmon. This has a bed of brocollini and a zucchini saute as a bonus.
I refer to this post as unsolicited but this is not strictly true in the sense that these were my answers to their survey.
My preference is veggie-forward plates. My stepchildren gifted me again with a vegan lunch. [Last month it was Le Botaniste.] I am delighted.
Today, I took my gift certificate and went to the uptown branch of PeaceFood.
The flavors in a seemingly simple sandwich are rich and complex. I know how difficult it is to follow a vegan regimen.
I watched our son-in-law learn to prepare amazing, exciting dishes from a vegan cookbook. He had a knack from the beginning.
The two restaurants are utterly different. Each faces its veganism with its own style and invention.
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.
It’s a fine line between great and more than you need. I have been illustrating the upside of BurgerFi – and the food is all tasty – but it is also uniformly caloriFIc.
Onions might count as vegetables, and I want to give ’em credit in that column, but the thick, delicious crust and gentle deepfrying belies its cred.
Chicken wings are not a diet food. I have yet to get my burger wrapped in a lettuce roll. The Beyond is the closest non-meat burger you’d want, but it too comes at a calorie cost.
In short, go and enjoy. It’s an indulgence.
Just gobbled up. Happy National Burger Day (honestly?).
You have an excuse but you do not have permission for not finishing your vegetables.
Some of the green savory things on your plate are technically fruits. It’s not just the tasty avocado either. The cucumber is a seeded edible plant and, therefore, botanically a fruit. I could go on.
Vegetables are not a botanical classification. They may be green or orange [no, the yellow squash has seeds], florets or leaves, or stems.
Enjoy them because they are delicious. Enjoy them because they are ever so nutritious. Enjoy them because they beautify your meal.
All The Best