Eating my way through the Big Apple and around the world.
Always in favor of extraordinary flavor versus saving a few calories, I’m constantly seeking the best restaurants, recipes, and random little food finds. This blog chronicles my discoveries, most of which are located in New York City, the foodie heaven I am fortunate to call home.
I am an editor at Zagat, but all opinions on this blog are mine and have nothing to do with my employer.
I take my photos with a point-and-shoot Canon PowerShot SD850. Which goes to show that if you're passionate about photography but can't afford fancy camera equipment, you can still take quality photos.
Masa cakes, house-made chorizo, black beans, and poached eggs from The Brooklyn Star in Williamsburg. Quite possibly the heartiest brunch menu I have ever encountered, from original Momofuku chef Joaquin Baca.
Hope you all savored that last taste of summer this Labor Day weekend—perhaps with a smoked chub fish in your bloody mary? The Cove’s Chubby Mary is a rite of passage for Michiganders and brave vacationers. After it’s flavored your drink, you’re even expected to take the fish out, debone it, and enjoy its fillets on accompanying crackers and chips. It was something this girl had to try at least once. After such a gourmet trip to Northern Michigan, it was nice to enjoy a simple cheeseburger in paradise, a plate heaping full of warm cherry pie a la mode, a spellbinding Midwest sunset, and yes, maybe even that Chubby Mary.
Now if this isn’t heaven. Black Star Farms is your one stop culinary shop, boasting everything from a gourmet pizza bar serving five varieties of pies (wild mushrooms, asparagus, ricotta, caramelized shallots, and oregano pesto, anyone?), to a market brimming with fresh-from-the-garden produce, to little piggies rolling in the mud outside, to a vineyard, winery, and massive tasting room producing the best red I had the entire trip (2007 A Capella Pinot Noir). If it were up to me, I would never leave; luckily there are stately guest rooms in the main house for those not willing to give up paradise.
If every day I could ride my bike down the country roads to Tandem Ciders, I think I would be the happiest girl in the world. The converted barn, which blissfully feels like it’s in the middle of nowhere, hosts hoards of happy locals, packed in to enjoy craft hard ciders brewed by a husband and wife duo. Cider is quite possibly the most refreshing thing ever on a hot summer day, but these Michigan apple varieties—some honey-sweetened and apple brandy-laced—were so crisp and flavorful, it truly tasted like I was smacking into a juicy piece of fruit. Simple snacks, like a hunk of raclette cheese paired with homemade pepper jelly and “pickley delights” were the perfect rustic-chic accompaniment to a laidback yet artfully tasteful experience.
A few hours here made me seriously think about throwing in the New York towel and becoming a regular at my new favorite bar. Who knows, maybe someday.