WHAT'S REALLY FOOD?

While I have a number of things queued up to share with you, I could not resist posting a picture of a tuna sandwich. Ever since my introduction to tuna and mayo sandwiches at Rosemarie Russo’s house in 5th grade, I have loved canned tuna wholly and unabashedly. To my mother’s horror I started demanding the gloppy mixture of canned tuna and mayonnaise on an uncultured, malleable thing known as Wonder Bread. While my tastes have evolved since my tenth year, I’ll opt to eat a tuna sandwich over pretty much anything any day. And I know it smells. I like that.  On Sundays, when I work from home, I hate spending money and I hate actually having to cook anything. So I tend to get creative with the contents of my fridge and pantries, with mixed results. This is a tuna fish salad (avocado, celery and mustard) with mango, spicy korean carrots and some Sriracha. It was very stinky, just the way I like it.

While I have a number of things queued up to share with you, I could not resist posting a picture of a tuna sandwich. Ever since my introduction to tuna and mayo sandwiches at Rosemarie Russo’s house in 5th grade, I have loved canned tuna wholly and unabashedly. To my mother’s horror I started demanding the gloppy mixture of canned tuna and mayonnaise on an uncultured, malleable thing known as Wonder Bread. While my tastes have evolved since my tenth year, I’ll opt to eat a tuna sandwich over pretty much anything any day. And I know it smells. I like that. 

On Sundays, when I work from home, I hate spending money and I hate actually having to cook anything. So I tend to get creative with the contents of my fridge and pantries, with mixed results. This is a tuna fish salad (avocado, celery and mustard) with mango, spicy korean carrots and some Sriracha. It was very stinky, just the way I like it.

# yelena tuna korean carrots mango sandwich

Posted 3 days ago

GoogaMooga, Day 1

Uh oh uh oh. GoogaMooga, ya’ll already know. I mean you guys already definitely knew and then forgot because the Internet and technology, life moves so fast we barely get to enjoy ourselves and absorb any information. What I really mean to say is get your refunds. I don’t care, John and I had a good time. We’d have a good time in prison, just give us a chance and we’ll prove it. We ate a lot of stuff! We danced to the Roots! I got mad at some white drunk bro people who were all like “WEEEED MANN”. All in a day’s work.

John-Severin: Way to start things off with a bang. For almost a year I’ve been trying to get a reservation at Red Rooster (which is no easy task) so this was the first thing on my list. I thought Fried Chicken would be the plat du jour… but this Berber Roast Chicken was no disappointment. Middle Eastern spices coating a tasty bbq sauce slathered chicken helping. Mac n Cheese so good that it motivated me to make my own (less good) mac n cheese the next day. A piece of cornbread, pressed into the shape of a Madelaine cookie.

Yelena: Check out that mysterious berber chicken lurking in the shadows. This shit was bangin’. I used a knife and fork like a big girl.

JS: I’ve never been to the Dinosaur BBQ in NYC … the original Syracuse locale is still my favorite BBQ this side of the Mason-Dixon line .This pulled pork was a reminder that I should not be such a lazy idiot, and just take the train uptown. This pork is beyond worth it. Come early 2013, I might be able to just walk to Park Slope instead.

Y: Never had this in any capacity. Now I’ll have it in any capacity. At any time. We skipped out on the mango chutney sauce and went with original. I am, allegedly, going to the Syracuse location in a matter of weeks. This sandwich inspired me to eat everything off the menu.

JS: I was enjoying a tune by a band on the “Hammageddon” stage as I heard those glorious, words “The pig’s coming outta the pen!” The bearded man in front of me put down his giant knife only to lift up the mass of pork you see in the picture above. Steam still rising off it, the perfect and simple Porchetta sandwich you see above was birthed. Kudos to Porchetta. Probably the best (non-southern-style) pork sandwich I’ve ever had.

Y: This tiny sandwich was packed with flavor. FENNEL being the primary component. The porchetta was so fresh and soft, I could hardly stand it. Split three ways, just ain’t enough. I’ll take that big pile please.

Y: Who knows if People’s Pops is actually good? We were consuming these under extremely dire circumstance (for an enjoyable event). After an 1.5 hours of burning directly in the sun with no water, Kait and I ran to the shortest line with the coldest things. People’s Pops won. Thanks for helping us not die. I like how you guys shaved the ice with the cool thingie and plums are good.

Y: Oh Roberta’s. Stop fucking with me! First you make me wait for 2 hrs at your restaurant because you don’t take reservations. Then all my friends and I wait for over an hour in the sweltering sun just for a bite of your sweet, crusty cheeses? COME ON SON! We got a discount and I’m alive, I can’t complain. Here’s my conundrum. This pizza was delicious and drizzled in honey and chili oil. And I love me some soppressata. Just make it easier to access and add another piece of soppressata and I’m down.

JS: Really interesting flavors. First bite hit me with that same sensation you get with Szechuan food; delicious, but a little panicked at the intensity of the spice. Good ole chili oil’ll do that to ya, I suppose. It wasn’t until I had finished my piece that I realized I never had to grab for my water. The honey underneath the cheese, and the sweetness of the sopressetta took care of the whole thing. Though I didn’t expect it at the time, this is one of the items I’ve been yearning for most, in the days following.

JS: It was fine. I guess. It was a good “hot dog” (albeit Duck)… but I expect more from you at this stage in the game Collichio. Don’t make me call Grayson to yell at you again. “NOT AS EXCITING AS A MEATBALL!?”.

Y: I saw Grayson at Whole Foods 3 days ago. I guess Top Chef contestants really do shop there! The bun on this duck dawg was too thick and masked the flavor. Boom.

JS:This was at the point when I couldn’t bear the thought of another long line. I decided to go for the closest, shortest thing. Turned out to be a place in my own neighborhood, Seersucker. This ricotta and asparagus tart, while not particularly inventive or cheap ($6 for a “half”!? $11 for a “whole”?) was a good clean refreshing change of pace for a hot and sunny day.

Y: Ok ok ok ok whatever, I bought into a  food fad, I wanted to try a popular place. After some failed attempts to get reservations at M. Wells last year, I had to settle for trying the grilled cheese with foie gras and horse balogna. The question of the day is, was this really horse? I’m leaning towards yes. And boy was that horse delicious, almost as good as horseless balogna. A rich, crusty, creamy sandwich, indeed. This bad boy needs to be split, it is way too decadent.

JS: What the hell is Simply Chicken by Jean Georges? An extensive Google click led me to his stand at MSG? That really bums me out. It could be ages until I see the Knicks or Madonna or this sandwich again!? They managed to make the classic fast food style sandwich of my dreams. Chicken that went right from the charcoal barbecue to the bun, sweet pickles, spicy mayo, and a whole bunch of potato chips on top. Nice to know the dude behind ABC Kitchen ain’t above a cookout.

Y: I ran into my buddy Jordan working behind the Baked counter. He looked tired and hungry, so we grabbed him some pulled pork. He hooked us up with a bunch of free blondies, brownies and whoopie pies. This blondie with walnuts, peanut butter and chocolate chips was on some next level shit. This was the rare steak of blondies. Poor John was reminded of his walnut allergy upon a second bite and had to spit the whole thing out. Bon apetit!

JS:It was worth it. The Roots’ A.D.D.-rap-funk-gogo-jazz-metal-blues set took care of any peripheral damage.

Day 2 coming up!

# yelena John-Severin GoogaMooga Brooklyn Prospect Park Day 1 GoogaMooga Day 1 Red Rooster Dinosaur BBQ Porchetta Roberta's Roberta's Pizza Seersucker M. Wells Horse Balogna Jean-Georges pulled pork BBQ sandwiches people's pops Baked brewer's blondie pork mac n cheese

Posted 1 week ago

Pulpo á galega →

After eating some octopus on challah bread with Tamara this morning, and discussing a  hypothetical (we broke) trip to the north of Spain, real Pulpo á galega is all I can think about. Also known as  Polbo á feira, this dish is a traditional Galician dish from the motherland. Maybe it’s weird for me to be writing this but all motherlands are basically the same if your growing up your parents ate weird fish and kept their home fascistically tidy . The dish is boiled octupus, cut into pieces, drizzled with olive oil, sprinkled with paprika and salt. Go, look at the pictures - I’m going nuts.

Love,

Yelena

# Pulpo á galega galicia octopus spain tamara yelena pulpo

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Escobar season has returned…it’s been a long time, been a long time comin’. Let’s not discuss why I’ve been gone (I was dead), let’s discuss why I’m here. Does everyone remember Gwynn’s Sandwich throwdown? No? Ok, good let’s move on then. I have a sandwich and it is not for the thin-skinned, model daters or a lot of you tuna haters. But if your sandwich palate is REFINED and you can fuck with a meal on some bread, read on. On some fresh, crusty whole wheat this is - white tuna in stone ground mustard, mixed with garlic & lemon roasted kale, topped with an egg over easy (for maximum oozing) & Georgian white cheese. I covered this sandwich in Sriracha. You don’t have to but you should. Come at me bro! View Larger

Escobar season has returned…it’s been a long time, been a long time comin’. Let’s not discuss why I’ve been gone (I was dead), let’s discuss why I’m here.

Does everyone remember Gwynn’s Sandwich throwdown? No? Ok, good let’s move on then. I have a sandwich and it is not for the thin-skinned, model daters or a lot of you tuna haters. But if your sandwich palate is REFINED and you can fuck with a meal on some bread, read on.

On some fresh, crusty whole wheat this is - white tuna in stone ground mustard, mixed with garlic & lemon roasted kale, topped with an egg over easy (for maximum oozing) & Georgian white cheese. I covered this sandwich in Sriracha. You don’t have to but you should. Come at me bro!

# georgian cheese sandwich sandwich throwdown sriracha tune & kale white cheese whole wheat yelena tuna kale

Posted 7 months ago 4 notes View comments
Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers. However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff! Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.” The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good? The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden. Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over. So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers. However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff! Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.” The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good? The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden. Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over. So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers. However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff! Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.” The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good? The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden. Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over. So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers. However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff! Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.” The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good? The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden. Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over. So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers. However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff! Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.” The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good? The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden. Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over. So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.

Allegedly a hurricane was supposed to hit New York or something. I don’t know, whatever happened ended up being pretttyyyy boring. There was some water, I think the toilet overflowed a few times. Some people, I won’t say who, ate a lot of mushrooms and drank an entire bottle of vodka and some people went to sleep at 10 PM like a pathetic geriatric but I am still not pointing any fingers.

However, the city did shut down the MTA thus forcing all those without a car into one location for the next two days. For all intents and purposes, this transit strike forced me into Tamara’s family’s home (my family is in London and Greece, probably eating foie gras) to abuse their fridge and cable access. Families have all the best stuff!

Immobilized by a defunct transit system and cranky from rain, Tamara and I decided to make a bunch of food for ourselves and the brave friends that came through in the “hurricane.”

The cheese plate was made figs from Tamara’s grandma’s fig tree. They grow figs! Amazing. Who grows actual stuff that tastes good?

The salad was made with lemon cucumbers, which are so weird and prickly but also kind of tart and sweet cucumbers. Alsoo from Mina’s garden.

Tamara made a rack of ribs in Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Mina’s figs. I don’t fuck with making meat, so I am impressed that she knew how to take a big slab of meat and tame it into something not just edible but also ridiculously good. Tamara’s mom made the best beans I have ever eaten in my life. Hi Maria! I love the beans, thanks for letting me sleep over.

So all in all, yes, this was a bullshit ass hurricane and a huge disappointment but boredom drove us to make good food and also maybe I’ll smoke weed because I feel stir crazy. Next time there’s a hurricane you should come over I’m going to sleep bye.

# asparagus brooklyn cheese plate chicken cutlet figs hurricane not a hurricane ribs rice and beans tamara yelena lemon cucumber hurricane irene brooklyn brooklyn axent

Posted 9 months ago 3 notes View comments
yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.yelena Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat. Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet. Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb. In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me! tamara i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job! my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever. i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me. *note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.

yelena

Hi guys, this is the mother-load. Friend and fellow connoisseur of anything edible, Briana Milman, recommended Grand Sichuan House to us a few months ago but we’re all soooo busy blah blah blah look at our fabulous lives. When we got to Bay Ridge, a raving spice profile by (love of my life) Robert Sietsema hung in the window. Good sign! Really ready to sweat.

Except, ok. Not to say that it is was a (huge) mistake, but several members of our “dining party” (har har) are adamantly against spicy food. NO! COME ON! We had to settle on mostly non-spicy dishes with two exceptions. Adam and I got chengdu dumplings in allegedly hot hot chili oil. The meat was fresh, the dumplings tender - I won’t say I drank the chili oil but I also won’t say I didn’t. I will say it wasn’t spicy enough while I was pouring it down my gullet.

Tamara ordered the funniest thing ever which was cold jellyfish, shaped like noodles. Tasted ike dancing, squiggly pop rocks . We also got diced flounder in sweet & sour sauce. Apparently I love flounder - it has an amazing texture which is more buttery shellfish than anything. I’ve only ever had it floating through a hazy hot chili oil. I take issue with that fact that this time I was eating this delectable fish in a thick, sweet American sauce. As good as it was, I couldn’t come to terms with being served a bullshit version of any dish. Adam and I ordered double cooked pork - a deceptively titled. The shit is just thick slabs of crunchy, soft (almost bacon-like) pork with a mildly peppery finish. Ginger duck, total winner! Tasted like lamb.

In reality this was a ridiculously good meal with fresh ingredients but I can’t help but harp on the fact that we were served the mild, white-people version of everything. Come on, stop doubting my palate and other irrelevant compaints!?  I walked in expecting to sweat my brains out but left totally unstimulated. If you want to try sichuan food but hate spice, come here. But I’m looking for a few brave men (I am actually just not soliciting women for this) who to eat smoked tea duck and cumin lamb that will scorch your mouth. Get at me!

tamara

i once wrote this thing about how all beer basically tastes like urine and “good” beer is measured solely by how little urine-reminiscence there is*.  the same people who try  to convince me to eat spicy food are the same people who tell me that guinness tastes like chocolate.  you’re all insane!  and spicy food is the worst, right?  why do you want your food to set fire to your mouth?!  get a job!

my infantile palate demanded that we opt for dishes without the scary hot pepper symbol i’ve come to fear.  here are some things that’ll make you scream but not set you on fire.  conch!  i’ve never had this crazy mollusk but this was iNsAnE.  the wild peppery sauce takes over your entire mouth after you finish chewing/swallowing the fish, making you taste the beach over and over (and over and over).  drinking water only makes it more intense!  and then - jellyfish.  this pile of transparent blobs fights you as you chew.  is jellyfish alive when you eat it?  because it literally dances all over your mouth.  most fun thing to eat ever.

i forced my way into the shredded duck with ginger, which was SO GOOD.  duck is usually fatty butter meat, right?  this duck is gamey, in a london-broil-brisket kind of way, with periodic bursts of ginger.  gamey usually = garbage but this way of cooking duck kills.  the prawns in citrus sauce continued our sweet detour - although the sauce was pretty bland (kind of like this sauce), the prawns were amazing buttery pillows.  i called the prawns “shrimp” and yelena yelled at me.

*note: while i still stand by my piss metrics, i eventually had a change of heart.  i once drank a hoegaarden draft with various citrus zests and something amazing called “yeasty beer” after a few hours of “research” here.  i had a beer-piphany, or something!  cool!  let’s drink ten beers and eat jellyfish.

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Yelena Wong Kar Wai presents In The Mood for Tacos.  After a night of awkwardly drinking a lot a lot a lot too much at a bougie office party, Tamara and I ended up  on 51st and 5th Ave in Sunset Park, at Rico’s Tacos at 2 AM. Jamie claimed that these were the best tacos on the planet and I didn’t believe him until I had one a few months ago. This is not some white people shit.  Each came with quesillo, a hefty lime, a ton of cilantro, radishes and complimentary avocado hot sauce. I don’t really know what to say, there’s kind of no food in the world that compares to this. I’d bottle and sell the scent of a singular taco if I could. Also, I ate a really hot pepper and cried a lot. tamara every time we have to pick a place to eat, i’m always the jerk that’s like, ugh - can we not get burritos or tacos or any of that shit?  i’m also the one who complains about thai food, anything spicy, and all fruits & veggies, so i’m obviously a real great dinner companion.  leave me alone about it - i grew up hating the stuff my parents called “mexican” food (no excuse, dad, all your friends are from mexico) from these places.  i was also force-fed rice and beans, so grain-filled burritos are a thing of nightmares. recently intrigued by the tacos served at this 24-hour joint, yelena and i stumbled to rico’s instead of going to another bar (responsible choice).  oh, don’t you live somewhere with pork skin, tongue, and carnitas tacos available at 2am?  haha, we do!  and i totally got to have a revelation that mexican food isn’t based in rice and sour cream (amazing!).  the tacos come in big (tacos) and small (taquitos).  the pork skin is chewy, salty - a surprise, because we definitely pictured cracklings.  also tongue?  have you had tongue before?  i hadn’t and i’m down to eat this all day, every day.  the carnitas were killer - moist, smokey, and soft.  by the way - order the tripe and tell us how it was because they were out when i ordered it!  the waitress looked really sorry about it (she’s the best, tip her well).  if you eat your food outside, you can hang out with some guys who spit on the floor a lot and are trying to figure out how to fix their motorbike. ps - the pepper made yelena do this and she couldn’t talk for like twenty minutes.  don’t do it.Yelena Wong Kar Wai presents In The Mood for Tacos.  After a night of awkwardly drinking a lot a lot a lot too much at a bougie office party, Tamara and I ended up  on 51st and 5th Ave in Sunset Park, at Rico’s Tacos at 2 AM. Jamie claimed that these were the best tacos on the planet and I didn’t believe him until I had one a few months ago. This is not some white people shit.  Each came with quesillo, a hefty lime, a ton of cilantro, radishes and complimentary avocado hot sauce. I don’t really know what to say, there’s kind of no food in the world that compares to this. I’d bottle and sell the scent of a singular taco if I could. Also, I ate a really hot pepper and cried a lot. tamara every time we have to pick a place to eat, i’m always the jerk that’s like, ugh - can we not get burritos or tacos or any of that shit?  i’m also the one who complains about thai food, anything spicy, and all fruits & veggies, so i’m obviously a real great dinner companion.  leave me alone about it - i grew up hating the stuff my parents called “mexican” food (no excuse, dad, all your friends are from mexico) from these places.  i was also force-fed rice and beans, so grain-filled burritos are a thing of nightmares. recently intrigued by the tacos served at this 24-hour joint, yelena and i stumbled to rico’s instead of going to another bar (responsible choice).  oh, don’t you live somewhere with pork skin, tongue, and carnitas tacos available at 2am?  haha, we do!  and i totally got to have a revelation that mexican food isn’t based in rice and sour cream (amazing!).  the tacos come in big (tacos) and small (taquitos).  the pork skin is chewy, salty - a surprise, because we definitely pictured cracklings.  also tongue?  have you had tongue before?  i hadn’t and i’m down to eat this all day, every day.  the carnitas were killer - moist, smokey, and soft.  by the way - order the tripe and tell us how it was because they were out when i ordered it!  the waitress looked really sorry about it (she’s the best, tip her well).  if you eat your food outside, you can hang out with some guys who spit on the floor a lot and are trying to figure out how to fix their motorbike. ps - the pepper made yelena do this and she couldn’t talk for like twenty minutes.  don’t do it.

Yelena

Wong Kar Wai presents In The Mood for Tacos.  After a night of awkwardly drinking a lot a lot a lot too much at a bougie office party, Tamara and I ended up  on 51st and 5th Ave in Sunset Park, at Rico’s Tacos at 2 AM. Jamie claimed that these were the best tacos on the planet and I didn’t believe him until I had one a few months ago. This is not some white people shit.  Each came with quesillo, a hefty lime, a ton of cilantro, radishes and complimentary avocado hot sauce. I don’t really know what to say, there’s kind of no food in the world that compares to this. I’d bottle and sell the scent of a singular taco if I could. Also, I ate a really hot pepper and cried a lot.

tamara

every time we have to pick a place to eat, i’m always the jerk that’s like, ugh - can we not get burritos or tacos or any of that shit?  i’m also the one who complains about thai food, anything spicy, and all fruits & veggies, so i’m obviously a real great dinner companion.  leave me alone about it - i grew up hating the stuff my parents called “mexican” food (no excuse, dad, all your friends are from mexico) from these places.  i was also force-fed rice and beans, so grain-filled burritos are a thing of nightmares.

recently intrigued by the tacos served at this 24-hour joint, yelena and i stumbled to rico’s instead of going to another bar (responsible choice).  oh, don’t you live somewhere with pork skin, tongue, and carnitas tacos available at 2am?  haha, we do!  and i totally got to have a revelation that mexican food isn’t based in rice and sour cream (amazing!).  the tacos come in big (tacos) and small (taquitos).  the pork skin is chewy, salty - a surprise, because we definitely pictured cracklings.  also tongue?  have you had tongue before?  i hadn’t and i’m down to eat this all day, every day.  the carnitas were killer - moist, smokey, and soft.  by the way - order the tripe and tell us how it was because they were out when i ordered it!  the waitress looked really sorry about it (she’s the best, tip her well).  if you eat your food outside, you can hang out with some guys who spit on the floor a lot and are trying to figure out how to fix their motorbike.

ps - the pepper made yelena do this and she couldn’t talk for like twenty minutes.  don’t do it.

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