I’ve been writing about Asia for so long now, many of you may have been wondering what I’ve been eating these days besides bar food. Well, during the day, I’ve been busy at work so I’ve been either packing my lunch or going to Chiyoda Sushi (Their usual $9.95 nigiri sushi set has been $7.96 since last month!). However, today I wanted something carby, not sure why, but that’s what I was craving so I made a stop at Golden Krust and got a Mild Beef Patty ($1.99, I got the mild only because it was the only meat patty ready at the time, it was either that or soy or vegetable. Mild Beef please!) and a piece of Coco Bread ($0.95). Put them together and what do you have? A Jamaican beef patty sandwich. Now, I’m sure you’re wondering, ‘Why on god’s green earth would you need to eat a patty between two pieces of bread?!” To which I respond, “Why the hell not?!” But seriously, coco bread makes a Jamaican beef patty more of a meal than a snack, and sometimes you want plain carbs with your greasy savory snack; be it bread, rice, or noodles. MORE »
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It’s 5 a.m., but since I’m jet-lagged, I’m writing my last summer NYC post so I can get started on the Hong Kong, Seoul, and Beijing entries later on this week. I was trying to get it done while I was in Asia, but there was absolutely no time. Sight-seeing and eating takes a lot of work, and I have the blisters — but fortunately no abdominal woes — to prove it.
At the height of the summer, what seems like ages ago, David and I set sail on a ferry to Governors Island (Ferries leave on the weekends from the Battery Maritime Building at 10 South Street. See schedule for times.) for a little island fun, New York style. There were no gentle ocean breezes or white sandy beaches (the man-made beach at the Water Taxi Beach doesn’t count), but we did get our spicy Caribbean fix courtesy of Veronica’s Kitchen. MORE »
Time flies and all of a sudden your blog is a year old. (Technically, my blogiversary was last month, but that’s just a minor detail folks. Better late than never, I say.) I remember two years I ago I wanted to start a blog, but frankly, I was too lazy to do anything about it. Then after a year of hemming and hawing, I finally got my expanding ass off the couch and created Bionic Bites. Now, eighty-six posts later, I’m celebrating a year of past deliciousness. I savored jamón ibérico de bellota in Menorca, found dragon beard candy in Montreal, ate a ton of street meat in New York, and through it all, got sick only once. All publicly, for my enjoyment and yours. Thank you to all those who have been reading from the beginning, and for those that just recently stumbled on to my blog, shame on you! I’ll be expecting more from you in the coming year.
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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 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 »