Momofuku makes egg-flavored jello under the name "poached egg". So it's not really jello. But if I ever wondered what egg-flavored jello tasted like (which I haven't), now I know from having eaten the smooth yolk-filled semi-translucent globule of unborn chicken-ness that bobbed in the middle of my bowl of ramen. It's cool, soft, delicate, silky, with a texture that I would apply to a very fine dessert tofu made for babies in heaven (because earthly babies don't deserve this stuff) than a simple slow-cooked egg.
There was triple Momofuku ramen-madness when I ate there a few weeks ago with CP (who just graduated law school, woohoo!) and his friend Larry. We all ordered the same bowl of ramen accompanied by a chunk-o-pork, shredded pork, peas, chopped scallions, sliced fish cake, bamboo shoots, nori, poached egg, and maybe other stuff but that's all I can remember right now. The last (and only time) I went to Momofuku was a little disappointing, as my friend and felt like the broth gave us sodium poisoning. Luckily the broth on my second visit tasted didn't taste like someone dumped a salt lick in it! It wasn't mind blowing, but I did like it.
The noodles also had the "not mind blowing, but still good" quality. They were, you know, noodly...had a little bite to them...um...I don't know how to describe noodles.
We also shared an order of shiitake buns. They're like the pork buns, but filled with chopped shiitake instead of shredded pork pulsating with the goodness of animal-derived fat. So...it's still high on the tastiness scale, just different. As in, it's less likely to result in heart failure. Which is probably a good thing.
After devouring our bowls of ramen (although Larry disappointingly did not finish his, TSK TSK), we hobbled over to the neighboring Tarallucci e Vino for gelato. Oh sweet sweet gelato. Nothing says deliciousness like ramen and gelato. ...Actually, nothing says deliciousness like [insert any food here] and gelato.
My little cup was nicely piled high with paddlefulls of soft pistachio and coconut gelato. The pistachio was sadly not full of roasted pistachio love, probably leaning more on the almondy side of the nut flavor spectrum, but at least it wasn't colored an unnatural fluorescent green. Coconut stayed more true to its name, as it did taste like...coconut. It wasn't my favorite coconut gelato/ice cream (which may be found at Chinatown Ice Cream Factory), but it was satisfying. It's pretty difficult for gelato not to be satisfying.
Then it was time to say goodbye to my foodie friend. FOREVERRR!...or at least until CP comes back to NYC. Or until I go to San Diego.
I met up with the lovable Annie at 'wichcraft, where she recently started working, for an end-of-the-year/celebratory type of meal after finishing my last Food and Performing Arts class (miraculously, I got an A?) and picking up my cap and gown (which I've already used and returned, but I hesitate to believe that I've graduated until I get my diploma in the mail). Although 'wichcraft is right by my campus, I've only eaten there once. I guess my first experience was a bit lackluster, not that the sandwich wasn't tasty, but because it attacked my wallet. Second time around was better, not just because Annie gets an employee discount but because the sandwiches were heftier, a better fit for my belly that should be nicknamed "THE GINORMO."
I started with the
pastrami sandwich  NO I did not! This is totally the salami sandwich with marinated cauliflower (that's what it was?) & baby-beet greens on ciabatta. Getting the names pastrami and salami mixed up is very sad indeed, but maybe not that surprising if I've only knowing eaten salami or pastrami once in my life. Which might also be sad. Thanks for the correction, Tom! [end edit] The mustard (or...something else that is hot) was strong enough to blow out a few important nasal cavities. Like...all of them. Yipes. I have no idea how to rate pastrami as I eat it less than once a year, if that makes any sense (nope), but I found the sandwich pleasing enough that I wanted to finish my half. Actually, that may have due to challenging myself to fight through the pain of the mustard. Mm, masochism! Deeelicious.
The meatloaf sandwich made with cheddar, bacon & tomato relish on ciabatta roll fared much better by not harming any mucus membranes. Sweet! As with pastrami I'm not a very good judge of meatloaf, but I would label 'wichcraft's meatloaf as "pretty damn tasty". This sandwich with its gooey cheese and crispy bacon atop a soft loaf of compressed meat pleasingly attacked me with all kinds of different textures and animal-derived sources of fatty goodness.
For dessert we had sandwiches of the cookie and cream kind. The Oreo-esque cookie didn't do much for my taste buds, but most Oreo-esque cookies that aren't real Oreos tend to be disappointing because even if it's not trying to be an Oreo, the chocolate cookie and vanilla cream combination instantly shouts, "OREO!!!" and all I can think is, "This is not an Oreo." So much internal conflict over a little cookie. [sigh] On the other hand, there was nothing disappointing about the peanut butter sandwich cookie with its peanut chunk-speckled cookies hugging a light sweet and salty peanut buttery cream. ...No wait, I lied—it would've been better if it had been the size of THE MOOOOON!!!
Go to 'wichcraft and get yourself a meatloaf sammich. And a peanut butter cookie sandwich...or two.
On my last day of interning at Serious Eats while I was twiddling away at my computer probably not doing much (as I'm ought to do), Adam burst through the door weilding a heavy bag of goodies from City Bakery outpost, Birdbath Bakery!
Oooh yes, everyone at SE knows about my penchant for sweet baked goods, especially those of the CB variety. :] THANK YOU, SE! For the memories...for the calories...all of it.
While CB does many things well, such as their muffin of awesomeness (not the real name, but still appropriate) made of baby nuggets of croissant dough snorgled together in a muffin tin whose demise is met by satisfyingly plucking apart each mildly sweetened dough chunk...
...And their many-layered, buttery chocolate coissant, which is a smidge too heavy for me, but still acceptable if I try not to compare it to a light-as-air Parisian croissant...
...It's their cookies that fill me with the most joy, in particular the flat, crispy, chewy, butter-laden (a theme that extends to all CB goods) chocolate chip cookie that would be better named "chocolate slab cookie". Sure, it may be overrated like many other tasty NYC foods (Shake Shack burger, anything at Momofuku), but it's only $2.50 and MY GOD IT IS SO DELICIOUS, don't pick on us CB cookie lovers. Maybe you like to treat yourself to a cappuccino every day, or a ciggie, or a steak, and MAYBE I LIKE COOKIES, COOOKIES, COOOOKIIESS!!! [eyes expand to 3x their size in cookie-induced glee]
I'm not that crazy. Actually, right now I'm a little sick in more ways than one (but I am grateful that my uterus stopped hurting, hooha!), so I'm trying to compensate for it by acting insane. Yeah. YEAH. That's my excuse. This blog is just a way for me to ignore the pain of my snot-filled head and crushed heart (psychologically crushed, not physically), hehehehehehe?
So, cookies. Chocolate chip is number one, but coconut is a close second. If possible, it has even more butter than the CC. Or maybe the coconutyness heightens the taste of butter. I'd put oatmeal next since it's...well, I like most oatmeal cookies. The peanut butter cookie is both good and bad, good for tasting like 200% peanut butter, bad for tasting like 200% dehydrated peanut butter. Just one bite knocks out your mouth with sticky peanut butter-ness. Some other cookies may go after that—I don't recall ever flavor—but last is the chocolate cookie, which I just plain didn't like. Sad.
BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS PRETTY AWESOME!!!
More ramen and ice cream
I already wrote about Minca on My review on Gothamist, so in case you didn't read that...there it is. I'm sadly too lazy to write about it again, especially since I do highly recommend it and their thick, throat-coating soup rich with tasty animal bone sqeezin's. I should probably review places on my blog before posting about them on Gothamist; certainly it makes sense that I'd want my blog to come first. :'[
After our dinner at Minca, Nick and I went to East Village Ice Cream for dessert. They had nine flavors—vanilla, vanilla chocolate chunk, chocolate, chocolate chocolate chunk, pistachio, strawberry, mango, butter pecan, and coffee.
I went with pistachio and strawberry. My rule is pretty much to always get pistachio when it's available, unless it glows a shade of green only seen in Nickelodeon slime. Strawberry fulfilled my craving for something fruity, better fulfilled by actual fruit, but...fruit flavored ice cream is the next best thing. Kind of.
Overall, I'd say it was good but not worth going out of your way for. I liked that the pistachio had little pistachio chunks in it, but it didn't have that "omg, awesome" roasted pistachio flavor. Few places do. I won't hold it against them.
Nick got vanilla chocolate chip and coffee.
I felt like the scoops were kind of small compared to other ice cream shops for the same price (not counting Il Laboratorio and their flavor-packed micro scoops). A glutton (me) needs her bucket of ice cream! Kinda. Or not. Probably not.
A few weeks ago Joyce and I planned to meet at the Shake Shack for lunch, but instead of shackitude we were met with "THE SHACK IS CLOSED"...itude. Resulting in opposite-of-happyitude. An event in the park caused the shack to close, leaving us to wander around in search of burgerness.
We ended up at Blue Smoke where neither of us had eaten before.
When you ask to split their $12 nine-ounce burger, they actually make it into two smaller burgers. Which makes me wonder what the original burger looks like and who can eat the whole thing. 50% of the burger is definitely enough for one person, and as A Hamburger Today already reported makes for an inexpensive lunch.
We like our meat patty pink and juicy, like a sponge of liquified cow-ness. I didn't prefer this over Shake Shack's burger, which has a punch of sodium unmatched by most others, but it's good for the price and come with a side of "okay" fries.
We also ordered devilled eggs for an appetizer. I have no idea how much devilled eggs usually cost in a restaurant, but $3.50 for one egg seemed like a lot. Then again, we really liked it. So. [shrugs]
Chipotle chicken wings were alright. I really suck at eating anything off the bone (which I think is a sign that I'm not really Chinese), so I don't think I got the full effect of the chicken-ness considering that each piece I attempted to eat probably still had 50% of its meat/skin on it before I gave up.
We finished with a slice of banana cream pie. Not bad, nor anything that will change your life. We were mainly saddened by the paltry wedge that $7.25 got us.
Sorry for pooping out at the end of this entry, but I'm quite tired. And sick. And not looking forward to spending my entire Wednesday moving into a new condo with my mum and unpacking all my earthly belongings. But my next entry will hopefully be more exciting and happy since it's about one of the final happy times I had before graduation. Le sigh.