Moving on from Montreal, our next pause was in the city of New York. I'll just say it, I love New York City. There is a contagious energy coursing through the veins of this city that I happily and
The Pod Hotel, on E. 51st St between 2nd and 3rd Avenues. It was late when we got in, but that's not so much an issue around here. We wandered out into the madness of Times Square and were instantly dizzied. I consulted the Yelp app on my Droid (love it!) and we stumbled into a nearby restaurant called Havana Central. It was just what we needed: live music, cocktails, chicharrones de pollo, arroz con pollo, and tostones. Refreshed, we meandered back to the Pod to rest up and prepare for the next day's meals.
The location of the Pod Hotel is great for many reasons, and upon rising in the morning I found that one of those reasons is the proximity to Ess-a-Bagel on 2nd Ave. There are many things that New Yorkers claim they do better than anyone else, but none are so clear and true in my opinion as the bagel. In fact, I have a very difficult time eating bagels anywhere but New York. Ess-a-bagel's tagline is "Everything on a bagel," and they do offer just about everything. For me though, I just want my schmear. One cinnamon raisin bagel with raisin walnut cream cheese and a black coffee...unbeatable. Guess where we ate breakfast the next day?
Carnegie Deli? True, it's a pretty touristy place, but what can I say...we're tourists. Plus, we sat next to some very nice guys from Jersey and had a great conversation as we noshed. Anyway, would you look at the size of that sandwich!! That is the Woody Allen, which is "lotsa corned beef and lotsa pastrami." It must have weighed a pound and a half.
Roberta's offers a "unique space that has both a handmade and original feel," complete with wood-fired oven, roof-top garden and aviary! What?! They also purchase most of their high quality meats from Heritage Foods USA, for whom my friend John happens to work. Salumi plate, coppa di testa, veal sweatbreads, bibb lettuce salad with dried-cherry vinaigrette, purslane salad with bacon and pears, a couple wood-fired pizzas and a beer or 10 was just about enough to fill us up (note sarcasm). After dinner, John took us on a tour of the roof-top garden where they grow their tomatoes and herbs, and then we moved over to the dimly lit vegetable garden next door to sit and talk some more. Thanks John and Nami for such a wonderful evening!
Nyonya, breakfast at Popover Cafe, cupcakes at The Magnolia Bakery, pistachio and apricot tart at Georgia's Cafe and Bakery, plantains and courve and The Coffee Shop, and the cheese plate at Celeste. Ah, island life... We'll be back to gobble up more of your goodies soon enough New York.
Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives visited a place in Charlotte called Bar-B-Q King, so I figured we should visit too. I must admit, it wasn't the best BBQ I've ever had but it was darn good, and since we don't have any barbecue drive-ins in Santa Cruz, I particularly enjoyed the experience. We shared a pulled pork plate, with slaw and hush puppies on the side. The meat was slathered with tangy vinegar-based Carolina-style sauce...mmmm. It was just what we needed to fuel us up for our day trip to beautiful Chimney Rock.
Now, we had planned on driving back in to Charlotte that night to catch our next train to New Orleans, but we got a phone call from Amtrak notifying us that the train had been canceled due to a tropical storm. After some deliberation and about 15 phone calls, we decided to extend our rental and make our way down to Louisiana by car. Road trip food can be a scary thing, but I dove in head first and relished the novelty of places like Zaxby's and Waffle House. There's nothing to be frightened of...well, at least that's what I kept telling myself.
The Old Coffee Pot on St. Peter Street in the French Quarter. They were short staffed and pretty busy so I figured I should occupy my time sipping on a New Orleans classic cocktail (reportedly one of the oldest): The Sazerac. I ordered the Louisiana Crab Platter (pictured at left): corn and crab bisque, fried soft shell crab, sauteed lump crabcake with shrimp Bienville sauce, broccoli au-gratin and Lyonnaise potatoes. Lissa had the New Orleans Sampler: a portion of jambalaya, red beans and rice with Andouille sausage, and a cup of seafood gumbo. It was a great introduction to NOLA.
After wandering around the French Quarter a bit more, both our appetites and some rain had reappeared so we ducked into Cafe Beignet for a sweet treat. We really only wanted to share one, but they came three per order so I took one for the team and ate two and a half of them. We took refuge under an umbrella in the courtyard and listened to the band that was playing. There were three or four other groups of people doing their best to stay dry. One couple, though, decided that they had had enough. So they got up...and started to dance in the rain. It was a beautiful, beautiful moment.
Before we hobo'd up and left town again, we had one more lovely meal at the Bourbon House, where I had fried oysters, french fries and a fried hush puppy, and the entire plate was coated and lowered into the deep-fryer. I ordered a neat Maker's Mark and a side of triple-bypass surgery to go along with it. Lissa had shrimp remoulade and fried green tomatoes. Dessert: Pecan Pie and Bourbon Milk Punch. Good.Night.