After many repeated fails on my part (I kept forgetting Smorgasburg is only on Saturdays), David and I finally made it out to Smorgasburg two weeks ago. If you haven’t been, it’s a huge outdoor food market right by the East River in Williamsburg. And when I say huge, I’m not exaggerating. It’s food vendor galore! There are some issues of course like crowding, long lines, and a lack of shade (I have a burnt forehead to prove it), but nothing unmanageable and definitely forgivable considering the variety. MORE »
As I mentioned in my Roscoe’s post, the problem with a lot of fried chicken in New York is that the meat tends to be flavorless. The fried exterior may be well-seasoned and delicious, but when you get down to the meat, it’s complete blandsville. Not so at Bobwhite Counter, where the meat is as good as the fried breaded skin, if not better. MORE »
Growing up in America, you eat a lot of fried chicken and pies. At least my family did. In our refrigerator, if there weren’t a few slices of pizza wrapped in Reynolds Wrap, there was a red bucket of good ole’ Kentucky Fried Chicken (this was before the dawn of Korean fried chicken in the States). Pies were also aplenty. My dad, not a believer in moderation, would buy at least four Entenmann’s pies at a time. (It was general knowledge in the house not to say we liked anything within hearing distance of our dad. Tell my dad you liked anything and there would a carton or two the next day in the dining room. A week later, a moldy carton would find its way into the garbage.) And don’t get me started on the stockpile of McDonald’s apple pies in the back of the refrigerator. I think my dad thought my mom liked them, but I don’t recall her ever eating one out of the refrigerator.
Now as an adult wary of fast food, I still have pizza in the refrigerator, but rarely do I have any fried chicken or pies. But that doesn’t mean I don’t eat them. I’m just pickier now on where I get my chicken and pie fix. Last month I was seriously craving fried chicken and somehow resisted the peppery wafts of Popeye’s two blocks from my old apartment. Instead, David and I took a trip over the bridge and made our way over to the newly reopened Pies-n-Thighs in Williamsburg. Homemade pies and chicken together in the same place? Game on. MORE »
The first time I ever tried Chicken and Waffles was at Ressie Mae’s when they opened a midtown location last year. Never having tried the combo of chicken and waffles, I eagerly rushed over one day after reading Zach’s post on Midtown Lunch. Unfortunately, the experience was a bomb (soggy chicken and waffles), and I never went back. Ressie Mae’s closed a few months later.
Last Sunday, almost one year later, I was on the search for a new brunch spot with something other than eggs benedict, and I came upon Back Forty’s menu featuring Chicken and Waffles. I was jonesing for some fried chicken anyway (although I can’t say there is a time when I’m not), so I grabbed David and we were off. MORE »