A reminder to always manage expectations.
I need to keep reminding myself that I’m in New York. Not California, home to the best and most authentic Mexican food (and Calexican food) in the country. New York. Home to the best Jewish and Italian food in the country.
Not Mexican food.
Crema, was unfortunately, a rude reminder of this fact. I keep hoping that one day I will stumble across a restaurant that will convince me that New York City doesn’t always ruin the Mexican cuisine.
But alas, my search continues.
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On weekends, you can find me here.
Calle Ocho does not mess around when it comes to boozy brunch.
You know a brunch place is serious when you are immediately presented with house rules. When they immediately place a basket of delicious, freshly-baked latin breads in front of you and ask you which sangria you would like to have first.
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FACT: The best food is in the sketchiest of places.
(I’m really getting the hang of this empty plates thing!)
Last week, around this time, I was in the Bay Area, revisiting my old stomping grounds and eating at my favorite haunts. It was my last full day in the Bay so my best friend/roommate and I thought it would be a good idea to make this last day count.
We ended up starting with drinks and food at one of our favorite Korean dive bars, affectionately named, “Porno Palace.” Porno Palace, which is formally known as Dan Sung Sa (links to the LA location), is known for serving anju (aka tapas) but really should more appropriately be called “the best friggin thing to eat with drinks” food.
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Disappointingly not In-n-Out.
I titled this post “The Enlightening Burger Experience” because that’s what Eureka wrote on its about page. And for all I know, this could be true as Eureka! is known for its beer and its burgers.
Except, I didn’t try their burgers. Not for lack of trying–I did go in there with an intent to try one of their burgers, but the issue was that I wasn’t hungry enough. And that I was secretly hoping I could get In-N-Out later that day. Because, let’s be honest, the only way I can see eating a burger as an “enlightening burger experience” is if I spend less than $5 on a double-double and french fries from In-n-Out.
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