I know it only seems like yesterday that I was clawing to get out of NYC. But now I’m totally excited to go back again for vacation… in exactly four weeks and two days *wooooh!* I’ve also just booked tickets for Spider Man Turn Off The Dark (infinitely exciting!) and am now on the look out for more places to gorge myself. Eleven Madison Park has already been suggested. What else, peeps, what else?
Hi everyone! Welcome back from the depths of the silly season, where I’m sure all your eating would have made me proud. Whatever gluttony was involved, I’m just gonna turn a blind eye (what am I talking about? I’m cheering for you food heroes!) and hope y’all had a priceless time with loved ones.
agedashi tofu with nameko mushrooms
I’m FINALLY HOME! As y’all probably know, I was stranded in NYC because of the stupid snow (which now that I’m home, I kinda hope it buckets so that I can at least enjoy the fun side of snow) and had to fly out to Vegas just to get back to London in time for Christmas. I know right? Flying 5 hours backwards to go 10 hours forwards. Makes no sense, but I did it.
It’s Saturday night in the big apple. Right at this very moment I should be over the Atlantic, but due to the apocalypse that appears to have gripped London, my flight was cancelled. So instead, I’m gonna hang out with my blog and share with you this photo, which may not look all that appetising, but I won’t apologise because if there’s one thing you don’t want to be too neat? It’s a traditional cheese steak hoagie from Philadelphia.
When the snow flakes are a-falling outside, there ain’t no reason not to have ramen, even if you’re made to wait one hour for said ramen. This is often the case at New York’s Ippudo, reputedly one of the best ramen restaurants in town, where I met up with Ken for dinner last weekend. We thought we were being clever by showing up at 6.30pm, which is for all intents and purposes, pretty early for dinner, right? Right.
If you didn’t know better, you could easily walk right past this building on the corner of 1st and 10th in New York’s East Village, writing it off as no more than another derelict ghost of a shop. However, upon closer inspection, you might notice a solitary golden peach effortlessly perched in the centre of the door way, shiny and very orange, unlike the actual door to which it is attached.
It’s only this solitary peach that gives away the secrets that lie behind this unkempt fascade. This one peach, golden and rotund and presumably sweet and juicy, a single indication that somewhere behind this door lies the genius that is David Chang’s Momofuku Ko.