For the past few weeks, I’ve been getting visitors during lunch from various members of my family; on one occasion Hannah and Adam (my sister-in-law and nephew, respectively), and on two occasions my Mom. Out of two of those three times, I took them to Margon. (I wasn’t crazy about Cuban sandwiches at Margon, but the rice dishes are homey and delicious.) Sure, I could have taken them somewhere fancy, but the people in my family don’t need pretense for a good meal, just good food. That’s how we roll. MORE »

I’ve been eating a lot of Cuban sandwiches lately. It’s a nice break from banh mis and it also fulfills my daily dietary cheese requirement. (I’m a cheese freak if you didn’t know.) The last two Cubans I ate were at Margon in Midtown and El Presidente in Washington Heights. I’ll be breaking down the two sandwiches here in a new feature called Bite vs. Bite. MORE »
“I’m here for the world famous kati roll.”
This is what I heard behind me as I stood engulfed in a sea of nondescript dress shirts and khakis. No, they didn’t start selling kati rolls at Banana Republic, I was waiting in front of the Biryani Cart a week after they were mentioned in the New York Times. Not sure what I was thinking, but hunger sometimes clouds a otherwise sensible mind. About twenty minutes later, I got my order and I was off with two kati rolls in tow. MORE »

I’m not a fan of fast-food chains, but Golden Krust has been a long time favorite of mine for quick and homey-tasting Jamaican food. Since I was little, I’ve been going to different Golden Krusts all around the city for their hard dough bread and Jamaican beef patties. Moreover, any chain restaurant that has oxtail stew on their menu is A-OK in my book.
Recently, I’ve been going to the Midtown location on 8th Avenue a lot for their their mini-meals, smaller and more manageable versions of their menu items. Sure, the Jamaican Dutchy Cart, at five dollars a pop, has cheaper mini-meals, but Golden Krust is closer to my work and sometimes the thought of plowing through the confused huddled masses in Times Square is enough to make me lose my appetite. And for the record, if another person on the street selling comedy club tickets asks me whether I like comedy, I’ll be showing them something really funny. My foot where the sun don’t shine! I mean, ‘HELLO!!!, YOU SEE ME EVERYDAY, HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GOING TO ASK ME?! AND JUST ‘CAUSE YOU SELL TICKETS FOR A COMEDY CLUB DOES NOT MAKE YOU A COMEDIAN! YOUR JOKES ARE NOT FUNNY!!!’ OK, I need a drink. Thank god the weekend is almost here. MORE »

I never thought I’d be blogging about Dong Hai, but somehow I am. First of all, the place looks too ’80s neon to be taken seriously, and second of all, they not only serve Chinese food, but they also serve Thai food and Japanese food, including sushi. Thai food at a Chinese restaurant is weird, but I really draw the line at sushi. Just because a restaurant is run by Asian people, does not mean they know how to prepare sushi. In addition, except in a few regional cases, raw fish is not normally found in Chinese cuisine. You might as well go to Applebee’s and order a sushi platter. That said, you can understand my hesitation going to Dong Hai, but then Midtown Lunch got an email from a reader claiming the restaurant was even better than Szechuan Gourmet, and so I went, bravely where I had never gone before. MORE »
It’s in the twenties these days in New York, which is pretty darn cold. Speaking of which, why are women’s fashions so freaking useless? I got a cute wool blazer recently, but the sleeves are 3/4, so now when I walk around outside, my forearms are freezing, while the rest of my body is toasty warm. Well, I guess I should just be grateful 3/4 length pants aren’t in fashion now. Sheesh.
So anyway, today it was crazy cold, so I decided to take my frozen forearms over to Kwik Meal to get a Lamb Pita. I figure, in this weather, the street vendors need my support. God love them, rain or shine, they’re always there, ready to serve you with a smile. That’s more than I can say about the service at the golden arches and the like. Really, I can’t deal with teenage angst when I’m hungry. MORE »
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Two weeks ago I realized my hair was starting to look like Kim’s weave on Housewives of Atlanta, (OMG, wasn’t that show the best? All I have to say is ‘POW!,’ ‘WOW!’) so I stole away from the office to get a quick trim on 32nd street. Leaving the salon after my haircut, I realized I was late for a meeting, but still hadn’t had a bite to eat. Being a few doors down from Woorijip, I planned on running in and grabbing some kimbab (김밥, also called gim bap, kimbop, kimbob, etc… it’s all the same) before hopping back on the train. But, as fate or Woorijip management would have it, there was a ten dollar credit card minimum, and having spent the last few singles on a tip to the shampoo girl, I had no choice but to return back to the office with a growling stomach. I eventually ended up eating animal crackers from the vending machine in the office pantry. Not a nice lunch.
A few days later, David and I were heading to Flushing, where Ellie, Gil, and Julie were going to pick us up for a day trip to Mohegan Sun. Yipee! During the ride there, Ellie texted, “Did you guys eat?,” like a good friend of mine would ask. When I replied no, she texted back, “We’ll pick up some food on the way. Maybe gim bap.” Double Yipee!! A quick ride on the LIRR later, we were at Song’s Family (송가네). MORE »