by Brian Dooley
Timeliness is important in a blog. That’s why I waited a week to write about the second half of my NYC eating adventures.
Brooklyn Pizza – Foldable Pizza. It was okay, but it tasted like Chef Boyardee sauce. Worth the 3 dollars? Probably.
Mr. Tang’s in Chinatown – Great Chinese place. I wanted to go to a place with chickens and ducks hung in the windows, but cooler heads prevailed, and we went to Mr. Tangs. This was the best service we got in New York City. I’m pretty sure we had 5 waiters at any given time. Mark ordered some kind of Spicy Crab Pot. He said it was not spicy. My small taste of it had me concurring. It was good…just not spicy. Shannon had the Crab and Noodles. It was very much like some crab and some vegetables and some lo mein. I didn’t get to try Gaby’s General Tso’s Chicken, as she was waaay on the other side of the round table, but it looked pretty good. the kids had Sweet and Sour chicken, because they’re adventurous and love to try new and exciting dishes. I tried some, and it really was great S&S Chicken. Maybe the batter, or maybe the sauce, but I wish I had it for a snack here back home. Finally, I had Braised Duck with Black Mushrooms. It was by far the best dish at the table. Served with the greenest, freshest tasting broccoli I’ve had in some time, the glistening sauce over the top of my large portion had me wanting to eat it all, cookie monster style. since I am the only one in the family that eats mushrooms, however, I didn’t have to fear for the safety of my dish, and I was able to keep myself collected enough to eat at a lesiurely pace. the pieces of duck were melting in my mouth. Just the right amount of fattiness, just this side of greasy. The mushrooms were reall just an added bonus. I was using them to help me pace myself on the bird. after the meal, we were presented with hot towels all around, a plate of orange slices, and fortune cookies. Great atmosphere, great service, great food, and a great time. Highly recommended.
When we got home, seriously just one hour later, we had to eat pork and sauerkraut with potatoes, as is Shannon’s family tradition. due to budgetary constraints, we had powdered potatoes and store brand sauerkraut, both of which were passable. the true letdown of the (completely superfluous) meal was the Polish Sausage. We got the “Light” version because it made sense, as there are wieght limits on bridges and we’d been eating constantly all week. I’m not sure what kind of bits of plastic or styrofoam they put in the sausage to make it “Light,” but I am sure that I won’t be doing that again. But, all the prerequisites for a good new year were met, so there’s that.
On our last day in town, Mark and Gaby treated us to a place called John’s Pizzeria on Broadway, off of Times Square. being Friday Night, it was packed, even with our Midwestern early eating habits. “Gypsy” had just let out next door, so there was some of that crowd, and I think some of the performers as well. we got a big booth against the big mural back wall, and waited for our server. When he finally came, he asked us if we were ready, and luckily, we were. I gt the feeling that this place didn’t care too much about hiring waitstaff who gave a crap. Luckily, the pizza came before our waters ran out. And it was everything that the inside cover of the menu said it would be. Great fresh flavor on hand-tossed crust. We had a pepperoni and a bianca, both of which were phenominal. I only wish there had been more to love.
side note: as we were finishing, Michael Rapaport and Nick Turturro and some other people I assume to be their kids and family sat down at the table behind us. If either of them are reading this blog, I want to let them know that they were noticed, and that I really did want to get a picture with them, but I didn’t want to interrupt what was obviously a low-key evening. The inner struggle that I have faced over the past week has been intense. Is it insulting to not let an artist know that you recognize them and their accomplishments, or is it uncouth to bother a celebrity when they are wearing a civilian hat? In any case, keep up the good work.
When we left, we went up the street to an italian bakery and had some cannollis (cannolli?). They were delicious, and I wish I knew the name of the place.
This concludes my Eating in New York.