As much as I would like to write a post for each of the wonderful foods I’ve discovered in NYC, I can’t. I’m running out of ways to say “delicious”. Plus I always end up craving for something to eat after I write these posts, and I can’t afford five or six more unnecessary snacks. Not that all these awesome foods don’t deserve their own posts, they do. But I don’t want to gain more weight than I’ve already had eating them.
So here you go. All the other awesome things I’ve had in NYC:
I read about City Bakery’s Pretzel Croissant on David Lebovitz’s blog, where he said he would haul back these babies to Paris if he could. The man is a pastry chef. Living in France. Land of Croissants. If he wants to bring these home to Paris, then they must be good. And they are. The contrast between that full-on saltiness of pretzels against the delicate buttery-ness of the croissant is fantastic.
One of the reasons I love breakfast is that you could pass off what is essentially dessert as your main meal. When else can I justify having two doughnuts from Doughnut Plant as an actual meal? Well, ok, more like one and a quarter. I could only managed two bites out of the famous Tres Leches after eating an entire Blackout doughnut. The latter, cake based and filled with chocolate creme in the middle, was my favorite of the two. Somehow, DP managed to make something with four forms of chocolate on it (cake, cookie crumb, icing and creme) not to be overpoweringly sweet or chocolatey (although some might argue there’s not such thing as too chocolatey). In comparison, the Tres Leches was just a tad to sweet for me.
And what’s NYC without brunch? For Labor Day, I had brunch with my cousin at the Tribeca outpost of Sarabeth’s. And true to my desserts-for-breakfast mantra, I skipped the Eggs Benedict and went for the Lemon Ricotta Pancakes. They were perfectly light and fluffy, although I did wish that they were just a tiny bit more heavy-handed with the lemon. The side of blackberries was a nice touch to cut the richness from the combination of carbs, butter and maple syrup.
Sandwiches are usually composed of bread, meat and some sort of condiment or vegetable. Bread and just meat sounds… lacking. But at Porchetta, that’s all there is to their Porchetta sandwich. Bread and pork. I don’t think they even buttered the bread. But in no way was the sandwich lacking. The pork was so flavorful, it tasted like the European cousin of Cebu lechon (and in my book, that’s high praise). And when the meat’s that good, you don’t need much else. Heck, you don’t even need the bread.
I remember watching a special on Danny Meyer around the time the first Shake Shack first opened and thinking “I want to eat there.” I finally got to chance to do that this trip. Was it the best burger I’ve ever had? I will probably get killed for this, but I will still give the #1 spot to Manila’s very own Charlie’s (blasphemous, I kn0w). That being said, the Shake Shack burger was still VERY good, although the fries did seem like they were just an afterthought. Next time I go back, I’d skip the fries and replace the calories with the liquid kind and try one of their shakes.
Meeting and surpassing all expectations, though, was Hill Country Barbecue Market, which I first read about on Man Eat Manila. I had a tough time choosing what to get (one of the cons of traveling and eating alone: you can’t order different things to share), but finally decided on the moist brisket. And, gaaaaah, I’m already salivating at the thought of it. The brisket, glistening with fat, was ridiculously flavorful. It’s amazing on its own, but you can also drizzle some of Hill Country’s “If You Gotta Have It” Barbecue Sauce, which is pretty awesome, too. I was trying to decide whether I liked it with or without sauce, but finished all the brisket before I could come to a decision.
My cousin can’t understand how I can eat an entire slice of Momofuku Milk Bar’s Crack Pie in
two minutes one sitting. What I don’t understand is how you can’t. It is called Crack Pie for a reason. Once you get your hands on it, you consume as much of it as you can. Which explains why I didn’t get a photo of the actual pie. By the time I remembered to take a photo, there was very little pie to take a photo of. It really is THAT good. It’s like a pecan pie, without the pecans. All you have is the crust and that sweet, creamy, sticky filling. It’s probably your dentist’s and your trainer’s worst nightmare, but it’s crack and you just have to have it.
And there you have it, the last of my NYC food posts. It was partly fun, partly tortuous to remember all the good food that I had, and then be struck with the realization that I have to fly thousands of miles (not to mention spend all that money) to have a taste of them again. Boooooooo. So if you’re lucky enough to live in/be visiting NYC, eat up, okay? And then go and
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