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 »
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 »