(Spoiler alert: This post will be the last of NY for a while before I take you on a whirlwind tour of Malaysian goodness)
Sandwiches. I don’t know about you but they just sound boring to me. Slices of meat between two pieces of dry bread with maybe some mayo or mustard or ketchup and few obligatory pieces of cheese and lettuce. Fine, maybe I’m exaggerating it a little, but I have never been a fan of sandwiches because I find them un-interesting and not worth the calories ingested. Until of course, I found Mile End Sandwich.
They call themselves a Jewish deli, but in my mind, they are more than that. They are the purveyor of well crafted sandwiches, jewish or otherwise. Heck, they even serve POUTINE!
I’ve only tried 4-5 items from their menu, but I have to say that my favorite is the breakfast burger, served with veal sausage patty, apple butter, maple syrup on an english muffin and topped with an over easy egg. Absolutely divine. I had egg yolk dripping all over my fingers by the time I was done with the burger.
Other items you should try:
Smoked Meat: The brisket is incredibly moist. Just like it would be at 2nd Ave Deli. I’m not a fan of rye bread, since it can get dry at times.
Chopped Liver: Not very livery, if you were worried about that. The garnish makes it a little hard to eat, everything falls apart whichever way you try to shove it into your mouth. But it is delicious nonetheless.
The weck roll is on the salty side, but it’s soft and very tasty. The mustard does give a kick to the sandwich, but also renders the roll a little soggy if you don’t eat it fast. The beef is moist but I actually prefer the roll on its own, maybe with some mustard.
Mile End Sandwich (Manhattan)
53 Bond St,
New York, NY 10012
If I were to tell you the the people behind Fette Sau had opened another joint across the street (literally), would you run screaming with arms flailing in the air to the subway and go there immediately? I think you should, maybe minus the screaming and arms flailing part.
The man behind St. Anselm is Joe Carroll, the genius of Fette Sau and Spuyten Duyvil. If you’re wondering what in the world is Fette Sau and why I keep mentioning it, then you should really eat there before thinking I’m a little nuts. Well, you can think that, but still try it out. If you have been to Fette Sau, and worship the place, then you know what I’m talking about and won’t hesitate to try St. Anselm.
Ok, enough ramble and back to business. What we (2 little Asian girls, ok fine, we’re not that little) ordered:
- Pan-fried Mashed Potatoes & Truffle Oil
- Grilled Berkshire Bacon
- NY Strip Steak with garlic butter
- Sweet tea brined Young Chicken
Go make your tummy happy!
355 Metropolitan Ave,
(Pro tip: They don’t take reservations so go for an early dinner, or be prepared to wait)
The trend in restaurants these days seem to be to go back to a more traditional, earth-to-table setting, where ingredients are sourced locally and fresh and the cooking style is not overwhelming with creams and sauces.
Hall-of-famer Justin Hilbert, from The George Hotel (England), Mugaritz (Spain) and WD-50 (New York), has decided to set up shop in East Williamsburg, which NYMag calls deceptively scruffy. The food is not the only thing that makes a successful restaurant. Hilbert seems to have gotten quite a few things right, like menu design, space and decor, knowledgeable and attentive wait staff, good drinks, reasonably priced plates ($44 3-course meal for Sunday dinners) being some of them.
Gwynnett St is a must-go if you love food, maybe bring a friend or two so you can share and try more things on the menu. The items to look out for are (though the menu might change according to the ingredients they are able to source at each season):
The Duck, sou-vide and served with peach, chanterelle mushrooms, farro and pecan.
The Chicken, sou-vide and served with broccoli, buttermilk and ash.
The Shrimp (appetizer), cooked with tomato, melon and oregano.
Thanks to my usual food-super-database Sarah and Gan for recommending this place!
312 Graham Ave,
Brooklyn, NY 11211
I don’t think a name like Quality Meats is apt for a restaurant, especially one that has a life-size plaster cow head greeting you at the entrance. But once you’ve eaten here, you will realize that there is no other name that’s fit for a place that serves such perfectly cooked porterhouses.
I’m not a super meat eater, but I do appreciate a good steak when I can. And this porterhouse was definitely up my alley. You know a steakhouse is proud of their meat when they don’t add anything to it except salt.
The most important lesson I’ve learned with steakhouses is to always come in a group of 4 or more. That way you’re able to sample a larger variety of cuts without having to finish a 24oz slab on your own.
And of course, come hungry!
57th W 58th St (@ 6th Ave)
New York, NY 10019
When Keith McNally opens a restaurant, it’s like someone unloaded a truck-full of people and told them to raid the place all at once (think Balthazar, Pulino’s, etc). The restaurant opens at 5.30pm, and by 5.31pm, the entire front area was packed to the brim.
I made the reservation a month in advance for one reason and one reason only: the Côte de Boeuf. Cooked medium rare, the aged strip was juicy within and exceptionally flavorful on the outside. Did it live up to my expectations? Yes. But sadly, that was the only thing that did.
The service was spotty, and our waitress was giving us some really strange attitude. There was some rule about not being able to take pictures of the restaurant. The only people who didn’t disappoint were the busboys.
For a party of 5, we ordered a sardine appetizer, 2 Black Label burgers, the Pasta Za Za, the Côte de Boeuf and a bottle of wine. It was mildly satisfying, and if we were to do it again, we’d probably do away with the pasta and order another serving of the meat (though do note that it has a hefty $110 price tag).
I’m not a big fan of restaurants that are apparently frequented by a lot of celebrities because it’s a brewing ground for snotty behavior, weak-sauce service, ridiculous queues to get in and overhyped food. Minetta Tavern falls under that category unfortunately.
113 MacDougal St (Minetta Lane),