There’s a lot of interesting street food to be found in here in NYC, what I’ve had that I remember I tend to love. Three vendors:
1) The Dosa Guy (Thiru is his name) on Washington Square Park
Come noon everyday, Thiru, the “dosa guy[…]

…may I interject with one of it’s pains? I believe that my kitchen is infested by weevils. Or some such vermin.
I’ve spent the evening alternately looking up the offending parties, comparing them to actual samples thereof, and empty[…]

I became a fish eater last April, when I visited an old friend in Halifax, Nova Scotia. We were at the pub, and I was through with eating gobs of hummus and fafel to satiate my titanic vegetarian hunger. So I had some fish and chips. No great revelat[…]

When a wineglass that has stayed overnight with a few drops of wine in it is filled with water, the smell of rose emerges.[…]

As an attempt at a revisionist account of my mother’s cooking (perhaps one day I will be able to discuss cooking without simultaneously discussing my mother, but this is not that day), today, with some friends, I decided to try to incorporate f[…]

Mangoes
Y’all CANNOT understand what this, most unassuming of fruit means to a poor little city boy like myself (New York City, thankee). As a former resident of more tropical climes (that’s Florida, where America goes to Go to God), this[…]