that’s it! walking distance from the old Bear building on Park, can’t believe they’re still open! We ate at a famous katsu restaurant in tokyo, I remember thinking the nuance of katsu must be lost on me because I preferred katsu hama.
At the head of John st there was a tiny takeout called tokyo lunch that had wonderful katsu don but they disappeared many years ago.
Is it really a scallion pancake type bun or another laminated dough (like a rough pastry)? I love these rougamo and want to reverse engineer them at home at some point.
Baked Cheese Haus?
Ding Ding Ding!
There’s a range of what the “bread” is in these types of things.
This one was a Kerala / Malabar parotta (paratha) type, which he split around the seam to fill.
The others I’ve had vary from a thicker version of the same thing to a breadier (yeasted) version with less / no flakiness. I’ve not encountered a puff pastry type.
I see your diet and raise you a pork bun, roast pork banh mi and a portugese tart. and yes, there was another half of the banh mi that was consumed.
My wife’s book club meeting was yesterday which presented an opportunity to eat lunch at places where it’s really best not to look to closely at your surroundings. I was considering jackson heights but it was a little cold so took the easy way out and hopped the 6 train to chinatown with the intent of getting back to bo ky for their version of teochow braised duck.
After a quick pork bun at mei lah wah (their pineapple pork bun has really grown on me and I only had to spit out a piece or two of unrendered fat), I wandered over to bo ky and squinted through their fairly dirty windows to find the restaurant somewhat worse for wear. Next I checked the menu pasted on the window but someone had redacted all the prices. Really, a very clever solution, no need to ever paste a new menu on the window!
Undaunted, I decided to walk in but there, pasted on the door, was a proudly displayed poster denoting a C NYC inspection grade. Not sure why that brought me up short but then I made the deadly mistake of checking the nyc health department website to see what was going on. Note to self, never, ever check the nyc health department website again.
After engaging in an internal conversation that smacked of rationalization and cowardice, I shamefacedly walked over to Kitchen Co Ut for a banh mi. Unfortunately, the shop is takeout only so I shuffled over to Saigon Banh mi for the wonderful sandwich pictured below followed by the reliably excellent portugese tart from tai pan bakery.
best,
This is Djurdjari (I think) at Mtskheta Cafe. A beautifully spiced mixture of heart, liver, lungs, kidneys, and more. Ive never seen it in any other Georgian place. Not something I’d normally order, but I would come back just for this. The name is a mystery. Our Georgian friend that took us here calls it Jujari (or Djurdjari on the menu), but google doesnt have much info on Djurdjari but plenty on something called Kuchmachi which pretty much describes what we ate. Though Kuchmachi is listed on the menu as a cold appetizer. It comes sizzling hot. According to our friend, this is a regional “Kuchmachi” which means a different name. Anyway, its good. Thats all I’m saying
The rest was solid. Khinkali (giant dumplings) were ok. I’m not the biggest Khinkali fan in general… too big, too thick, too messy. Lone dessert Napoleon is better at Chveny. But I’d definetely come back here
The nigvziani badrijani (one of my favorite Georgian apps/sides) and the khachapuri look very good!
I ate here with @SteveR ages and ages ago, and I’d go back for this, too!
I used to go to Tokyo Lunch. Yes!
Are people in the U.S. allowed to have lungs?
Regardless, the food does look enticing.
No, banned by the USDA since 1971
To breathe, or to eat?
Hey, two of my favorite things to do.
Looks like not. The dish was explained to me while we were well into our second Georgian red (very good btw). Pretty sure he also mentioned shoe laces as one of the ingredients.
Not too sure what the spongy stuff was.
Today is the 23rd anniversary of the day Medium H and I met, so we celebrated with a roam around Eataly (so, so, so many panettones) and dinner at Il Pesce.
The atmosphere is kinda hectic, it being in the middle of a store and all, and the service reflected that - very rushed, but only until our appetizers came, and then things thankfully simmered down. We started with some impeccably fresh scallops, that were also too salty and too lemony.
Next was a seafood salad - no notes on this, it was great. The squid in particular was very fine, smooth and soft. I have done the restaurant a favor by photoshopping out a wayward piece of parsley marring the pristine white bowl.
I probably wouldn’t have gotten these clams if I knew they were the micro kind, but the sauce was so good that H stole half the bread. Probably doing me a favor.
Next up was a very al dente squid ink pasta with lots of excellent shrimp in a fresh and spicy tomato sauce amped up with Calabrian chilis. After this my nose closed over, which was a shame because I was really enjoying the wine (Cecilia Ansonica).
As you can see, portions are not dainty, and I could’ve done without dessert, but H spied some pistachio pudding thing with cookies and almonds on it (it’s a four syllable word that starts with a B - see if you know what the hell this is). They stuck some candles in it in honor of our big day. Why three? Why not three.
Budino? (Though only three syllables, I think.) Looks tasty!
Biancomangiare
