I Get Around
At least that's what they say on bathroom walls...No they don't (as far as I know). But I have to admit that my Metrocard and I got quite a workout this weekend.
First stop, Woodside, Queens on Friday night to meet my pal Jennifer at the thoroughly Irish Donovan's Pub for a brewsky or two and a catch-up session. We followed up our imbibing with a trip to the nabe's beloved Thai "hot" spot Sripraphai for a series of searingly spicy delights, including a toothsome dish of sauteed Drunken Rice Noodles with Chicken, Thai Basil Leaves and Chilis. The platter of Shrimp with Red Curry and Eggplant was so fiery that even my rice steamed in coconut milk couldn't douse the flames. Thankfully, Jennifer and I had ordered up a bottle of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc which ultimately came to the rescue.
Saturday afternoon inspired a visit to Williamsburg, Brooklyn. There, I hit the newest French brasserie off of Bedford - Juliette - and although my Minute Steak with Herb Butter, Frites and Spring Salad was lovely, I couldn't resist taking more than a couple bites off of my friend Ben's brunch plate. What can I say? The Roasted Banana Stuffed French Toast was gloriously rich and buttery. (Clearly, I'll have to go back and get an order of it just for myself!)
Today - Sunday - my Metrocard got me out and about on the Lower East Side, where Sir and Lady M met me for brunch at one of their favorite restaurants in the 'hood, Barrio Chino. There I dined on a hearty plate of Huevos con Chorizo, the eggs scrambled ever so soft, tossed with meaty chunks of peppery Chorizo sausage. The dish was accompanied by a decadently rich side of mashed black beans and silver dollar-sized tortillas for wrapping all of the zesty goodness together. Mmmm...
Even after all that "mmmm..." though, I still craved a something more - something sweet. Lady M knew just the ticket - Doughnut Plant. So many beauties to choose from: Peanut Butter Glazed Stuffed with Homemade Cranberry Jam, Fresh Coconut Glazed, Blackout Cake, Roasted Chestnut, Valrhona Chocolate Glazed, and more. It was tough to pick just one. So we didn't. We ordered up a few and passed them around to a resounding succession of oohs and aahs. My fave? No question - the Tres Leches. Pictured above, this doughnut is simply off-the-hook, oozing a bit of thick cream with every bite.
And what am I doing tonight? Staying home. Me and my Metrocard are bit tired, and more than a bit full.