Day 7, the last day of our first LA trip, and right after experiencing my first cherimoya, David and I stopped by Myung Dong Kyoja (명동교자) for a quick lunch before heading to the airport. Unfortunately, there was a bit of wait so lunch wasn’t as quick as we had hoped, but once we were seated, we ordered quickly (deciding what to eat is easy, there’s less than ten items on the menu), and minutes later we were both staring into a bowl of hot kalguksu (칼국수; $7.99), housemade knife-cut noodle soup topped with ground chicken, carrots, onions, wood ear mushrooms, greens, and four tiny pork dumplings. MORE »
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There are many fancy doughnut shops in New York, but sometimes you just want a doughnut, no fuss, nothing complicated, just simple and sweet. Those are the kind of doughnuts you’ll find at The Donut Pub, a 24/7 doughnut shop operating on 14th Street since 1964. It’s the kind of doughnuts you imagine cops to eat, and in reality, they do. Two weeks ago, I saw two of New York’s Finest at The Donut Pub on a pick-up. I’m not sure which doughnuts they got, but here’s my top five. MORE »
If you’re a fan of Veselka, a fan of pierogi, or maybe a fan of blueberries, you probably know about Veselka’s seasonal blueberry pierogi. It’s basically blueberries rolled in sugar, wrapped in dough, boiled, and served with sour cream. I’m more of a savory pierogi person (cheese or potato-filled — preferably fried — topped with caramelized onions and sour cream), but when it’s hot as hell and you want something light, it fits the bill quite nicely. Although secretly, I do wish they came fried, like mini blueberry pies you can pop in your mouth one at a time. I was told by a waitress in the past, however, they couldn’t fry the blueberry pierogi because the berries would pop in the frying process. Also, I’m sure creating anything bite-size filled with exploding, hot balls of fruit lava and grease is a lawsuit just waiting to happen. MORE »
It didn’t start off well at Veselka. David and I asked to sit outside, and of course, as soon as we got our water, it started drizzling. We ran inside with our cups of water in hand, until someone kindly unfurled the canopy over the outside tables. Then we waited, and waited, and waited some more. We asked to place our order twice, and was told our waitress would arrive shortly, and then again, we waited. In a huff, David suddenly stood up and said he wanted to leave. I said, “Let’s wait, I’m sure she’s coming soon.” (BTW, why does everyone think I’m the hothead in the relationship?!) When she finally did, the older woman couldn’t be nicer, and David begrudgingly placed his order. Lucky for me, deliciousness ensued shortly afterward. MORE »