Friday, February 26, 2010

Egg Obsession

I have an obsession with brunches on the weekend.

There are so many techniques in making eggs into a perfect blend of creativity all cooked into perfection and served in a million and one ways. Saturday and Sunday brunches are one of the most delightful things that can happen to my happy tummy.

(left: From the West side @ Agave Benedict: Puffy pastry with blue crab atop spinach and hollandaise)

Schiller's Brunch on a random Tuesday day. The restaurant itself is amazing, a remake of a 1940's Parisian cafe. Living barely 5 minutes from there, it's always crowded and lively from opening til close.

(right: To the Baked Huevos Rancheros w. a pickled baby jalapeno)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Weekend Goodness of Street Food Heaven & Brunch

I'd learned how to make delicious traditional garnachas yesterday from a friendly neighbor after locking myself out of my apartment in 30 degree weather...We made over 150 small tortilla cups filled with 100% grass-fed beef, topped with homemade salsa from the beef broth which was then lightly sprinkled with grated cotija cheese and picked pineapple cabbage. Needless to was 110% mouthwatering, street-food, crunchy fried goodness.

(left image: garnachas in the midst of frying)

I've come to realize that my favorite part of the weekend in NYC is the sleeping in til' 1pm, then straight to brunch on a sunny yet freezing day with great company... such great 'non waiting for a table' luck at Cafe d'Alsace (UES) and fulfilling lunch.

(right image: mushroom omelette with comte cheese and a side of single country pork sausage)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Circa 1985...

New York City can sometimes be quite lonely when it's cold ...woke up this morning and peeked outside, the snow from a day ago is like a peaceful blanket of serenity. Yet, there's not a single day, snow, rain or shine that I don't think about my grandfather... My grandpa was a man of a simply palate, he knew what he liked and he strayed away from unfamiliar foods, but he was always watching for new places around the neighborhood for good deals. All the foods he would loved came with a rational reasoning behind each taste, he enjoyed the small perks of the ton-katsu place around the corner that came with refillable shredded lettuce, or the nigiri/sashimi place that had oden soup you can ask for on the side. There were so many thing about him that I admire and loved...simplicity was his life...and he was so good at it.