Favorite sandwiches:
A BLT and its cousin, a chicken skin sandwich. In both cases the tomato has to be fresh and in season.
A tomato sandwich, ditto. I know, it’s supposed to be just tomato, S&P, Duke’s, and the plainest white bread you can find, but I like to lightly toast the bread so that it holds together a LITTLE longer, and often use a liberal amount of good butter instead of mayo. Sometimes I use corn-infused butter if it’s that time of year and I’ve made some. (And yet I never use garlic butter.)
Thanksgiving leftovers sandwich. There are like a million variants, but I’m not going to give them separate slots.
Grilled cheese. I usually add some onion or shallot, sometimes some pickled Fresno chiles. Usually American cheese and very sharp cheddar, though for yeeeears I made it with cream cheese and cheddar on pumpernickel.
Shit, I just remembered restaurants, so the uni panini at Coppa (which included beef tongue and whole grain mustard).
And I will steal Natascha’s, because burrata, mortadella, and pistachio is a magical combination. I like sundried peppers (there was an … Eater? Grubstreet? … article about a sandwich in NYC that added them) or pickled Fresnos too.
Favorite restaurant dishes near to home:
The soup dumplings at House of Noodles and Sushi in Merrimack.
The mortazza pizza—mortadella, burrata, and pistachio—at La Fiamma in Hampstead.
The nam khao at Laos Thai in Lowell (nearly as good at Lanxang Star in Dracut).
Just about any gobi appetizer at Bawarchi, but I think the kothimeera gobi is my favorite.
The miang kham at A Lot of Thai in Merrimack. Little leaf wraps you assemble with small chopped up pieces of lime, peanut, coconut, chile, shallots, I forget what else, but it hits all your taste buds. The coconut and the palm sugar dressing are both just sweet enough to balance out the fact that you’re eating lime segments.
Favorite restaurant dishes, vacation edition:
The guava and cheese pastelitos at CAO in Miami.
The tuna nduja at Itamae, also Miami. It doesn’t sound as amazing as it is; we ordered it because we had genuinely ordered at least two thirds of the menu at that point and asked what else was good. It was the best thing we got:
The famous foie gras tuna situation at Le Bernardin. Man, I’m not even a huge fan of tuna, but here it is showing up twice in this list—though in both cases, sharing the spotlight with stronger flavors.
Jambalaya at Coop’s in New Orleans. The regular has shredded rabbit and smoked sausage. You can add shellfish, or have it as a side with their very good fried chicken. Even when I was visiting friends in Lafayette, I built in time to stop in New Orleans just long enough to take a cab to the French Quarter, pick up jambalaya to go, and get back in the cab to the airport.
Honorable mention: the desserts at Itamae:
My Facebook memory says:
The top is “torta helada”—typically a cake with a thin layer of Jello on top. In this case it’s sponge cake with mamey seed cream (I believe that’s the pool of white at the bottom) and canistel mousse; the veil on top is gooseberry gelee. There’s a lot of red underline there, I guess: mamey is a tropical fruit, a sapote; you may have seen frozen mamey pulp next to the pigeon peas and empanadas and such. Canistel is a tropical fruit with a flavor a bit like a rich sweet potato—it’s one of those things that can taste a little spiced even when it isn’t, and like a lot of the tropical fruits that didn’t become US supermarket staples, it can lean savory—also called egg fruit because when raw and ripe, the texture is like a hard boiled egg yolk.
That was great. The thing on the bottom, though, the cremolada, was even better. Tangerine shaved ice. Thick whipped cream infused with hojicha (toasted tea). Those potato stix bits on top? That’s fucking meringue, piped by hand into those little bars and baked crisp. You have icy, creamy, and crispy, you have bright and rich, you have everything.
(Okay, it’s a long post, but I’ll blame the photos.)