It’s no secret, Asian people love to gamble and Asian people love noodles. (The 1% that don’t, don’t bother to comment, no one cares.) So it’s no surprise there’s at least one noodle shop in each casino in Atlantic City. Not surprisingly, most of them are bad and overpriced. Not bad and not overpriced, however, are the noodles at Pho Sydney, located just a short ride away from the craziness of the casinos. MORE »
It’s funny what happens to people in casinos. I’m not even talking about Prince Harry, but it’s probably related. It’s like all reason goes out the window as soon as you step onto the casino floor. Like me, for instance. I’ve written about The Rim in the Trump Taj Mahal before, and it wasn’t favorable. However, once again, I ended up at The Rim contemplating my losses over a bowl of noodles. MORE »
Where do you go if you happen to be in Atlantic City and crave a huge ass sandwich? White House Sub Shop of course. My crew of hungry gamblers plus one future gambler in training (my little nephew, Adam) descended upon White House early Sunday morning upon my suggestion. Hannah said it better be worth it, considering I’d been talking about White House for three days straight, and without a doubt, it was. MORE »
Sometimes good food moments are planned, while others come by chance. Memorial Day weekend, David and I, along with my brother and his family, were in Atlantic City, and wandered into Perry’s Cafe to grab a quick breakfast before going to the casinos. (OMG, I had chips on the roulette table by 10:30am! I’m hardcore… that or really pathetic.) I didn’t expect much besides a generic diner breakfast, until I saw the menu. Perry’s Cafe had scrapple!
I’d been meaning to try scrapple at Egg in Williamsburg, but on the weekends, it’s a bit hard to commute anywhere for brunch. It’s an ordeal enough waking up at a respectable hour and dragging myself to a restaurant in the Lower East Side. I’m not a morning person. So finding scrapple, when I wasn’t meaning to, was a welcome surprise. MORE »