My wife Emily took me out to lunch on Saturday. We had a meal at Momofuku and then dessert at the Milk Bar. Both places are full packed full of young Hipster Doofus couples. (What do you call a group of them? Hipster Dufi? Sounds like the name of a second-rate Indie Rock band.) My friend Alex joined us. Emily got the pre-fix, which included a salad of bitter greens with guanciale and orange zest. Alex and I had the pork buns, of course, and we shared a lovely dish of sugar snap peas in a sour cream-horseradish sauce served with thinly-sliced radishes (a variation of the dish is pictured below).
The peas must have been par-boiled. Sugar snaps are so fresh and delicious that you don’t need to do much to them. Chang dressed them up nicely–the sauce was subtle, the flavors still direct and satisfying–without overwhelming them. The peas popped as you chewed them and made me so happy that all I could think of while eating them was ordering more.
I didn’t, since I knew we’d be toolin’ around for the next few hours in the heat. It’s likely that I won’t see that dish the next time I roll through either. The menu changes constantly at Momofuku. In fact, the next day, it was no longer being served.
Savor while you can.
Note to self: don't read AB's food-related entries until after lunch. Now, where's the nearest farm stand where I could get some fresh sugar snap peas from?
i always thought "dufi" was proper pluralization of dufus.
i think we need to use the model of "alumni/alumnus/alumnae" (plural, male singular, female singular)...
Both places are full packed full of young Hipster Doofus couples.
But B, you and Em were there too, so they weren't full of Hipster Doofum... unless... >;)
LOL, we might be a pair of doofuseses, but how DARE you call me a hipster?!
LOL
[4] Easy now, killer, I didn't actually call you a hipster, I just conjectured an admittedly non-plausible theory on your presence at an obvious hipster attraction >;D
[4] I'd call you a "hippie" long before I'd call you a "hipster," Alex...
: )
Man, that cake looks... kinda iffy. It looks like a gnutella-frosted omelette with old oatmeal and glazed cookie crunch, sprinkled with the contents of a leftover bowl of minestrone soup, shaped with an egg poacher.
Yum... >:P
LOL...I ain't rich enough to be a hipster.
And...NEVER TRUST A HIPPIE
[8] I think the only requirements for being a hipster are hanging out with hipsters and complaining about hipsters.
So, you've been tagged.
(I was at momofuku last week, with the hipsters. I was also tagged.)
"NEVER TRUST A HIPPIE"
Well I would certainly trust a hippie before I'd trust the police! At least hippies are armed with nothing more than a joint!
"Don't Shoot! I'm a maaaaaaan!" - DEVO
: )