Who says we can’t do Sunday on Tuesday? Check out Food 52’s recipe for Sunday Steak with French Butter.
[Photo Credit: thirschfeld]
Who says we can’t do Sunday on Tuesday? Check out Food 52’s recipe for Sunday Steak with French Butter.
[Photo Credit: thirschfeld]
Manger’s bread winner means we all win.
I had ravioli last weekend. Man, it’s an indulgence but they’s just so damn good. And this picture by Bags reminded me of how much I enjoy peas.
What’s your favorite cut of French Fry? I like ’em all though I’m not crazy about Waffle Fries.
Here’s where you can get some good fries in America.
[Photo’s Via: Add a Spoonful of Sugar]
Get healthy and head on over to Food 52 for Edward Giobbi’s spaghetti ala foriana.
A British friend of my mother’s once clipped out an article on the British food shop Myers of Keswick that appeared in Parade Magazine. Must have be in the mid-’80s. It was a home away from home for my mom’s friend and for years it was the only place I could find HP or Daddies sauce here in New York.
It’s still here–which is no small achievement–and worth a visit. Check out the Serious Eats tour.
[Photo Credit: Off the Broiler]
Roasted pumpkin with rosemary and garlic, part of a simple September feast indeed.
Saturday morning I’m in a dentist office on the east side flipping through the pages of New York Magazine when I see a blurb on Maison Kayser a newly-opened bakery on the Upper East Side. It is the 80th location of the bakery worldwide but the first in the States. So when I finished the appointment I paid a visit, bought a baguette, a sugar brioche, and a pain au chocolat. They were all wonderful so I went back yesterday with my sister and The Wife for brunch.
My sister, whose been to Paris many times, walked in and said, “It smells right.”
We were in heaven. Maison Keyser is a bakery and a sit down restaurant. They are still getting their bearings in terms of service but nothing was egregiously bad and here’s the beauty part…I recognized a blond haired woman from the day before. She’d been working behind the cash register in the bakery, was friendly and had an open face. Her name is Marine. I introduced her to my sister and The Wife and she asked us if we’d tried the white chocolate brioche (I think it’s called a Vin Blanc, but I could be wrong). We had not and she brought us one and explained that it is from Lyon, where she is from, a combination of a baguette and brioche.
We flipped over it and for $4.95 it might be one of the best greatest values bite-for-bite in the city. We wouldn’t have tried it if Marine didn’t offer us a sample. Eric Kayser’s breads and pastries are reason enough to trek over to the east side but he’s fortunate to have someone like Marine working for him. She took great pride in their food and was eager to share it. It’s that kind of care, warmth, and attentiveness that will keep us coming back.
Mimi gives us a tomato tart with tarragon mustard.
From A Continuous Lean, here’s a piece on Nom Wah Tea Parlor, the oldest dim sum jernt in the city.
Picture by Eric Issac.