Let’s chat about chaat. (Stop groaning, you know I had to go there). Chaat, the roadside Indian snack usually served as an appetizer in most restaurants in Curry Hill can also be found in Midtown. I first heard about the chaat at Indus Express on Midtown Lunch. Since then, the Samosa Chaat ($4.95) has been my go-to chaat on days I want a filling, but not gut-busting meal. MORE »
I love sandwiches, but they can get boring. At my work, people get way too excited about the weekly Hot Carvey, hot turkey sandwiches from the subsidized cafeteria in the building. Sliced generic turkey on stale bread with gloppy gravy? No thanks. That’s where No. 7 Sub comes in to the picture. At No. 7, “not boring” is guaranteed. MORE »
Sometimes you have such high hopes for a new restaurant when it doesn’t live up to your expectations, you’re crushed, angry, and resentful. In this case, none of that happened. (Sorry to disappoint you haters!) DBGB Kitchen and Bar turned out to be everything I wanted and expected it to be: great menu and delicious food in a casual setting. MORE »
Growing up in America, you eat a lot of fried chicken and pies. At least my family did. In our refrigerator, if there weren’t a few slices of pizza wrapped in Reynolds Wrap, there was a red bucket of good ole’ Kentucky Fried Chicken (this was before the dawn of Korean fried chicken in the States). Pies were also aplenty. My dad, not a believer in moderation, would buy at least four Entenmann’s pies at a time. (It was general knowledge in the house not to say we liked anything within hearing distance of our dad. Tell my dad you liked anything and there would a carton or two the next day in the dining room. A week later, a moldy carton would find its way into the garbage.) And don’t get me started on the stockpile of McDonald’s apple pies in the back of the refrigerator. I think my dad thought my mom liked them, but I don’t recall her ever eating one out of the refrigerator.
Now as an adult wary of fast food, I still have pizza in the refrigerator, but rarely do I have any fried chicken or pies. But that doesn’t mean I don’t eat them. I’m just pickier now on where I get my chicken and pie fix. Last month I was seriously craving fried chicken and somehow resisted the peppery wafts of Popeye’s two blocks from my old apartment. Instead, David and I took a trip over the bridge and made our way over to the newly reopened Pies-n-Thighs in Williamsburg. Homemade pies and chicken together in the same place? Game on. MORE »