<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788</id><updated>2012-02-14T15:17:03.533-08:00</updated><category term='sauces'/><category term='Chinese food'/><category term='Cantonese food'/><category term='brgr'/><category term='burger'/><title type='text'>Taste the Ginger</title><subtitle type='html'>Miss Allan's rule of thumb: "I make it a rule to try everything. Don't you think it would be very annoying if you tasted ginger for the first time on your death-bed, and found you never liked anything so much? I should be exceedingly annoyed that I think I should get well on that account alone."
 - The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-3325593977852101638</id><published>2007-08-18T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:20:18.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new bloggie...</title><content type='html'>I'm testing out a new blog on wordpress now. So go &lt;a href="http://tastetheginger.wordpress.com"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; and let me know what you think. I might just kick this one to the curb and welcome the new one in warmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tastetheginger.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://tastetheginger.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-3325593977852101638?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3325593977852101638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=3325593977852101638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/3325593977852101638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/3325593977852101638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-bloggie.html' title='new bloggie...'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-1447023913779898053</id><published>2007-06-26T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T11:10:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Public Space</title><content type='html'>Teehee I am so witty and punny (A Public Space is also my favorite literary magazine).  M, a friend who recently graduated from the Institute of Culinary Education, was very adamant that we go to Public, only a few weeks after he went for the first time, because he was craving their all their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjenhS37I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8n1_had_bNE/s1600-h/IMG_5062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjenhS37I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8n1_had_bNE/s400/IMG_5062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080591969794842546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a little bit lazy, and I have much catching up to do, lots of posts backed up, so I will try and minimize my editorials. Public is an airy space, leaning on the cavernous side. But it's beautifully lit, according to M, it's by the same people who brought you the pretty lights of Sapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjLXhS35I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2e7aG6kJX2Q/s1600-h/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjLXhS35I/AAAAAAAAAKM/2e7aG6kJX2Q/s400/IMG_5063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080591639082360722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Marinated White Anchovies&lt;/cite&gt; quinoa croquettes with spicy saffron aioli - really flavorful, as you can imagine, what with the anchovies and all. The croquettes had the texture of a softer falafel ball. I loved the pickled red onions that came with the dish, their acid cut right through and brought everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjCHhS34I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFjBLuEYVJA/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjCHhS34I/AAAAAAAAAKE/cFjBLuEYVJA/s400/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080591480168570754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It appears they've taken this dish's description down from the website, so I will just have to give you what I remember, which is fried sweetbreads. They were a bit heavy and large. I like the sweetbreads at Momofuku Ssam Bar and Trestle on Tenth better. M was daydreaming about them since the last time he went, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHitXhS33I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J0w6ej5evoA/s1600-h/IMG_5067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHitXhS33I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J0w6ej5evoA/s400/IMG_5067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080591123686285170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My main dish, on the other hand, had me dreaming about it for days after - &lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Snail and oxtail ravioli&lt;/i&gt; with pickled shiitake mushrooms, oven dried tomatoes, pea shoots and smoked paprika oil. I love love love oxtail dishes in general (especially when my momma makes them in a stew), and this one was definitely one of the best I’ve had – it was meaty and the ravioli had a thicker wonton wrapper feeling. Yes, it’s heavy, but are you starting to see a trend here? Everything, at least to me, is high-end comfort food with a twist, so I wouldn’t go if you’re not super hungry. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHieXhS32I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uUQHHUTg4RQ/s1600-h/IMG_5070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHieXhS32I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/uUQHHUTg4RQ/s400/IMG_5070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080590865988247394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Chocolate chili mousse with passion caramel sauce and golden nuggets – VERY rich. It’s like eating a huge hunk of pure chocolate essence, but with a bit of kick from the chili. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHiTXhS31I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jUXqoi42Eew/s1600-h/IMG_5071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHiTXhS31I/AAAAAAAAAJs/jUXqoi42Eew/s400/IMG_5071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080590677009686354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Sticky toffee pudding with &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Armagnac&lt;/st1:place&gt; ice cream and hot caramel sauce – best dessert out of the ones we had. It was like eating a gooey mess of happiness with each bite, L definitely gobbled that baby down. Sounds just as intense as it tasted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHiI3hS30I/AAAAAAAAAJk/uHkSxV1XMLE/s1600-h/IMG_5073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHiI3hS30I/AAAAAAAAAJk/uHkSxV1XMLE/s400/IMG_5073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080590496621059906" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yuzu cheesecake with macadamia nut crust, blackberry sauce and basil seeds – a little lighter than the other two desserts, but no less flavorful and it came with the best dessert wine pairing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would definitely go back to Public. They also have a bar scene, but a romantic vibe going on, so it's good for lovey dovey dinners and bigger, more boisterous groups. Plus, they give you free house-made soap in their bathrooms! I mean seriously, why wouldn't you want to go? (Good call, M! We will return whenever the cravings start. I feel a quiet rumbling already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;Public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;210 Elizabeth St. (near Prince St)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-1447023913779898053?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1447023913779898053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=1447023913779898053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1447023913779898053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1447023913779898053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/public-space.html' title='A Public Space'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHjenhS37I/AAAAAAAAAKc/8n1_had_bNE/s72-c/IMG_5062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-1650306880534082151</id><published>2007-06-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T13:13:58.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love me some snacks.</title><content type='html'>I get hungry fairly often throughout the day. I'm not really one of those people who can just eat 3 square meals and be a happy camper. I need to be munching every few hours or so, like a cow chewing the cud - a beautiful image I know. I thought I would share a few of the things I've been snacking on, since they're mighty tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strolled by the Blue Ribbon Bakery (the little shop near the restaurant) and engaged in a impromptu honey tasting. And boy, was it fun. They had four types of honey, each one either from a different flower, processed differently or from different seasons. I decided to go with the autumn flower, because I liked the grainy texture and it wasn't as cloying sweet as a couple of the other ones. It does have a really intense flavor, though, and a little goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHkXXhS3-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/KCXAWEXOi4k/s1600-h/IMG_5060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHkXXhS3-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/KCXAWEXOi4k/s400/IMG_5060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080592944752418786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Continuing deeper into the Village, I stopped by Murray's Cheese, and picked up this kooky yogurt from Iceland. The label looked homemade-ish and slightly more ghetto than your regular Dannon. Damn, that stuff was thick and a bit sour, which is how I like my plain yogurt, because the honey balances it out. But I could only eat half the cup, because the texture was so thick (and even thicker with the added honey) that it was almost like eating glue - in a good way, if that's possible. Since then, I've tried the honey with other yogurts, and I'd say greek yogurt, specifically Fage,  is really great with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Looks yummy, though, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHkMnhS39I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YO9B863nFRU/s1600-h/IMG_5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHkMnhS39I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YO9B863nFRU/s400/IMG_5061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080592760068825042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of those steamy summer days, I decided to drop by Vosges because I saw a peanut butter ad in their window. Visions of chocolate-peanut butter ice cream were floating through the bottomless stomach in my mind as I entered their Soho chic store. I didn't see any peanut butter, but the skinny (how do you work in a chocolate shop and stay skinny is beyond me) lady behind the counter offered me a sample of their bacon flavored chocolate. And HOLY PORK GODS, it tasted like bacon and chocolate and it was pretty fantastic, actually. I know, my first reaction was EW? But I was instantly converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHj_nhS38I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-NOpj0z7Iok/s1600-h/IMG_5079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHj_nhS38I/AAAAAAAAAKk/-NOpj0z7Iok/s400/IMG_5079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080592536730525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also let you try their ice cream before you buy it. The skinny (seriously, how?!) hipster guy said wattleseed was his favorite, wattle-what, I'm sure you're asking me as I asked him. I don't think he actually explained what it was, but it tastes a good deal like coffee ice cream AND it has little chunks of macademia nuts in it, so can it really be that bad? I really enjoyed it and the flavors got better as I ate more of it. Ah, I just looked up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wattleseed"&gt;wattleseed in wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; - it's in the Australian Acacia family and apparently has a high nutritional content. I knew my body was getting something else out of the ice cream besides a happy, warm feeling inside.  I didn't sample it, but they had an Indian curry flavor that sounded intriguing and I'm sure I'll be back soon to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHh1XhS3zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gII1mchCTOY/s1600-h/IMG_5087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHh1XhS3zI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gII1mchCTOY/s400/IMG_5087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080590161613610802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My health trend continued when my stomach insisted I find chocolate chip cookies immediately. From my office to Milk &amp; Cookies was quite a hike, much longer than I anticipated, but boy, was it worth it. It was a cute little shop with a little kid feel (they host parties for children and adults) and relaxed vibe. After choosing the chocolate chip, I was trying to decide between the oatmeal raisin and the mint chocolate, when the woman helping me said they were both her favorites and that I should ditch the chocolate chip cookie for those two instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHhinhS3yI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WnHZFUFzGPw/s1600-h/IMG_5088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHhinhS3yI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WnHZFUFzGPw/s400/IMG_5088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080589839491063586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as you can see, that is just what I did. No regrets here, none at all. The mint chocolate was better by a smidgen. I could use one of those cookies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Ribbon Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;35 Downing Street (at Bedford)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Murray's Cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;254 Bleecker Street (between 6th and 7th Avenues)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vosges Haut-Chocolat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;132 Spring Street (between Green and Wooster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milk &amp; Cookies Bakery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19 Commerce Street (between 7th Ave and Bedford)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=539935585&amp;size=o"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=539935585&amp;amp;size=o" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-1650306880534082151?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1650306880534082151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=1650306880534082151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1650306880534082151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1650306880534082151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-me-some-snacks.html' title='I love me some snacks.'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RoHkXXhS3-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/KCXAWEXOi4k/s72-c/IMG_5060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-4682055412891259479</id><published>2007-06-13T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:47:52.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you didn't know, it's time for Season 3 of Top Chef</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday, Bravo decided Top Chef Season 3 needed just a leeeeetttle more press, so they pimped Sam and Ilan out to have a little rematch in Union Square. I could barely hear a thing and I still don't even know who won this contest, but everything smelled tasty as hell. Below are some photo ops that I managed to take advantage of. I'm not really a celebrity whore who loves to take pictures with them, etc (except for that one I took with Mario), but I decided hey why not, they're here. Unfortunately Tom Colicchio ran away before I could grab one of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Ann Wong from Season 1 works for Top Chef now, so she was there, chilling. She's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_0Ke3yeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/auNMxoLSKF0/s1600-h/IMG_1260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_0Ke3yeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/auNMxoLSKF0/s400/IMG_1260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075767682934491618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilan's so full of it. Winner of Season 2. I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_r6e3ydI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Pkqt0ov4Wz8/s1600-h/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_r6e3ydI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Pkqt0ov4Wz8/s400/IMG_1259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075767541200570834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's favorite diabetic hottie chef, Sam. The girls were swarming him. I will say that in person, he is pretty hot. I felt like he was irritated by his good-lookingness or other people's (read every straight woman and gay man within 50 ft) reactions to his looks - like I know I'm good looking, you know I'm good looking, let's move on. But hey, you agreed to be on TV, so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_jqe3ycI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eX3wbo0onqs/s1600-h/IMG_1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_jqe3ycI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eX3wbo0onqs/s400/IMG_1262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075767399466650050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will stop adding to the Top Chef furor. Thanks for letting me borrow your camera, J!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-4682055412891259479?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4682055412891259479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=4682055412891259479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/4682055412891259479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/4682055412891259479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-case-you-didnt-know-its-time-for.html' title='In case you didn&apos;t know, it&apos;s time for Season 3 of Top Chef'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RnC_0Ke3yeI/AAAAAAAAAJM/auNMxoLSKF0/s72-c/IMG_1260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-8162647448325695088</id><published>2007-05-30T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:39:26.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOO-HOO!</title><content type='html'>My uncle's restaurant in Brooklyn Chinatown (which I wrote about &lt;a href="http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-affair.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) was reviewed today in the NY Times by Peter Meehan! It's a very flattering article, thanks PFM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/30/dining/30unde.html"&gt;Review of Lucky Eight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-8162647448325695088?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8162647448325695088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=8162647448325695088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/8162647448325695088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/8162647448325695088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/whoo-hoo.html' title='WHOO-HOO!'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-233359622159109531</id><published>2007-05-21T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T06:52:59.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a Snack</title><content type='html'>I recently changed jobs from the food wasteland of Midtown to the food oasis of Soho (or at least, relatively). With the weather so nice and a culinary feast (or so it feels after months of Subway) no matter which block I meander down. Before I actually started working, K and I happened upon &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/snack/"&gt;Snack&lt;/a&gt;, which I've walked by a few times, but have never ventured inside. It's a small nibble of a place with a row of 4-5 two people tables squished against what's more like a hallway than an actual restaurant. But hey, that makes it cozy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlT8ZWIe2QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wb1h8xbtArk/s1600-h/IMG_4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlT8ZWIe2QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wb1h8xbtArk/s320/IMG_4959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067952993066735874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlUEI2Ie2RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/70DHm8gWV7I/s1600-h/IMG_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlUEI2Ie2RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/70DHm8gWV7I/s320/IMG_4960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067961505691916562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlJjn2Ie2II/AAAAAAAAAG4/AlnFlKy4vCc/s1600-h/IMG_4960.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K hadn't had lunch yet, so she went with the Vegetarian Souvlaki, which featured a cornucopia of tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, feta cheese, butter beans doused in tzatziki and wrapped in a cushy pita. I didn't taste it, but K enjoyed it immensely, groaning under the weight of all those beans and fresh veggies. I would imagine from its size that one of those babies would really fill you up. Since I had made a trip to brgr for lunch earlier that day, I decided to just get a snack, really (ha. ha. a pun!). So I went with their baklava, which was served pie style, rather then the rectangle format I'm used to. The layers of fillo at the top were really thick, but it was great - nutty(obviously), with cinnamon dusted on the sides, and honey drizzled all over the place. I wouldn't say it was the best I've ever had. I prefer the fillo a little thinner and crispier. I had one of their frappes, which according to them is a Greek style iced coffee and that was worth going back for. It was strong, but not rip-your-stomach-lining-into-shreds strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go back once I started working and had the Roasted 2.0 with a cup of their mint lemonade. The Roasted sandwich is served on stirato bread, which is this sort of flat, crunchy bread that's difficult to bite into. The eggplant that's inside is roasted quite nicely, still a bit firm with good flavor. Although I almost feel like it would be better with a boiled egg inside. Their lemonade, though, is supremely refreshing. It seems that they get their drinks right every time. On my next trip, I think I'll try a different sandwich, and maybe not on stirato bread - it's messy and I end up looking like a geriatric whose teeth aren't sharp enough to rip through some bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105 Thompson Street (between Prince &amp;amp; Spring St)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-233359622159109531?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/233359622159109531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=233359622159109531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/233359622159109531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/233359622159109531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-than-snack.html' title='More than a Snack'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlT8ZWIe2QI/AAAAAAAAAH0/wb1h8xbtArk/s72-c/IMG_4959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-2581621249291758455</id><published>2007-05-20T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:14:35.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice-a-Roni, that San Francisco treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This post is long overdue, and it'll be more like a picture montage rather than anything resembling a written entry.  Let's get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to San Francisco about a month ago, originally to see if I wanted to live there, but since things have changed and I'm staying in NY, this turned into a brief, amazingly fun fooding trip. This picture makes me think of SF just as much as a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. Their row houses or whatever they're called are so colorful and beautiful. I wouldn't mind living in one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJ7GIe2DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nEPXBqgwfO0/s1600-h/IMG_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJ7GIe2DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nEPXBqgwfO0/s320/IMG_4771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066841966631639090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treats from the famous Tartine Bakery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJZmIe2CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OuZ-lqN7YWQ/s1600-h/IMG_4765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJZmIe2CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OuZ-lqN7YWQ/s320/IMG_4765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066841391106021410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST pain au chocolat I have ever tasted. I'm tempted to say even better than in Paris, but I don't really remember the ones I had there, so I could be unintentionally provoking the anger of Parisians everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJK2Ie2BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fmY-on10P4U/s1600-h/IMG_4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJK2Ie2BI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fmY-on10P4U/s320/IMG_4769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066841137702950930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Ferry Building Market, more scrumptious goodies. Had a really good mushroom leek tart from this stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEI-WIe2AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wz83CHObllw/s1600-h/IMG_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEI-WIe2AI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Wz83CHObllw/s320/IMG_4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066840922954586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A myriad of fancy mushrooms await you at the Ferry Market. I've never even heard of these varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEIkWIe1_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zpSX-RTZGhw/s1600-h/IMG_4798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEIkWIe1_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zpSX-RTZGhw/s320/IMG_4798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066840476277987314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelato at the Ferry market: on top of both cups is pistachio, bottom of the left-hand one is pumpkin, on the right is mocha. I wouldn't recommend the pumpkin, but the pistachio is YUMMY - creamy and smooth, with a great pistachio crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEKkGIe2EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DAg_4PD1MXc/s1600-h/IMG_4809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEKkGIe2EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DAg_4PD1MXc/s320/IMG_4809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066842671006275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-2581621249291758455?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2581621249291758455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=2581621249291758455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/2581621249291758455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/2581621249291758455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/rice-roni-that-san-francisco-treat.html' title='Rice-a-Roni, that San Francisco treat!'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RlEJ7GIe2DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nEPXBqgwfO0/s72-c/IMG_4771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-1504346749885572945</id><published>2007-04-07T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T21:47:54.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom &amp; leftovers work wonders</title><content type='html'>I didn't feel like making the trek to Manhattan tonight, so I decided to stay in and cook for me and my brother. I had been craving pasta, and I knew we had some linguine in the cabinet. So I tossed it together with some leftover olives, among other things. I also wanted to make meatballs because I had made it once for my mother's party. This time I put my own spin on it and took a little from different recipes. I don't really have set measurements for the linguine since I just sort of tossed in things I thought would taste good and guesstimated the amounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhhzvwDQ9AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gh18HoP2m-4/s1600-h/IMG_4758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhhzvwDQ9AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gh18HoP2m-4/s400/IMG_4758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050914246285652994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linguine with olives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 box of linguine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;olive oil (enough to cover the bottom of the pan with a thin layer)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;handful of olives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 plum tomatoes chopped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cloves of garlic sliced thinly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 shallots (tiny onions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt; cheese and red pepper flakes to sprinkle on top&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Boil the pasta to the point before it becomes cooked because you're going to cook it again in the pan. While boiling the pasta, start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sauteing&lt;/span&gt; the garlic and shallots in olive oil. I usually add the salt here, so that the oil doesn't jump out of the pan, little secret I learned from my momma. When they've browned nicely, add the pasta and 1/3 cup of the pasta water(maybe? I just poured some in, not drowning the pasta, but maybe about 1/2 inch from the bottom). It keeps the pasta from drying out and the water will eventually get soaked up by the pasta ( I learned that from Lydia Bastianach). Toss the pasta a bit, then add pepper and the olives. The last thing I added was the tomatoes so that they still retained their freshness and don't become mushy, because I wasn't making marinara sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhhzTQDQ8_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hfBbnPnrq78/s1600-h/IMG_4759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhhzTQDQ8_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hfBbnPnrq78/s400/IMG_4759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050913756659381234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 lb beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;handful of chopped parsley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;handful of chopped basil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/3 cup of grated parmesan cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 cloves of minced garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 finely chopped shallots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup of flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Lightly mix all the ingredients, except for the olive oil and flour, together with your hands. Get all that stuff mixed together evenly as you can. Then start rolling small balls, about an inch or smaller, in a circular motion in your palm and then roll them in the flour. Tap off the excess flour. It's a lot easier to roll them all first before you start cooking unless you have another person helping you to turn the meatballs in the pan, otherwise it's like a juggling act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pan, heat up the olive oil, about 3 tablespoons. Then, lower the heat to about medium low, spacing out the meatballs so that they can cook evenly, drop those babies in. Let each side brown deeply and continually rotate them. They take about 5-8 minutes to cook, but keep an eye on them because they can burn really quickly. Eat them while they're hot, although they're still tasty at room temperature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-1504346749885572945?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1504346749885572945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=1504346749885572945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1504346749885572945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1504346749885572945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/boredom-leftovers-work-wonders.html' title='Boredom &amp; leftovers work wonders'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhhzvwDQ9AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gh18HoP2m-4/s72-c/IMG_4758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-8170053227331777419</id><published>2007-04-07T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:26:14.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cantonese food'/><title type='text'>A Family Affair</title><content type='html'>Every Friday, my entire family (grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins) gets together and eats dinner. Needless to say, it's fairly nosy with lots of shouting and laughter. These dinners used to be at my grandparents' house, then when they moved, their apartment and every once in awhile, a Cantonese restaurant in Brooklyn Chinatown. The kids would congregate around the television, relishing TGIF (oh, how I miss the days of Family Matters, Step by Step, Perfect Strangers, Boy Meets World), while the adults would be around the dinner table discussing whatever it is grown-ups talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Last summer, my uncle opened his own restaurant on Eighth Avenue (Bklyn Chinatown) and 52nd Street, called Lucky Eight (there was much debate on what the name should be, I suggested On Rice and Men, hehehe). Another of my relatives is the chef, previously he had been a four star chef in Asia. It's much classier than most of the other places in the neighborhood and serves really great Cantonese food for a great price. The waiters speak English and the menus feature lots of pictures so you won't have a mystery dinner. Below are some of the dishes we had this past Friday. I don't know their names, since my uncle usually orders in Cantonese, so I will give my own interpretation of what the dish is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWbwDQ87I/AAAAAAAAADw/aa3iWtN6E0I/s1600-h/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWbwDQ87I/AAAAAAAAADw/aa3iWtN6E0I/s320/IMG_4756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050811648106886066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant crab with chow fun - this was my favorite dish of the night. It's really flavorful, and the first time I've ever had crab sitting in noodles. We normally get crab with steamed egg which is also heavenly and really rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWLADQ86I/AAAAAAAAADo/5w1iRD0H7tM/s1600-h/IMG_4753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWLADQ86I/AAAAAAAAADo/5w1iRD0H7tM/s320/IMG_4753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050811360344077218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed fish topped with scallions, parsley and ginger in soy sauce. I think the fish is probably sea bass, but don't quote me on that. It's a really great way of cooking fish, because it keeps it tender and delectable. I like especially like eating it with the scallions and ginger, adds extra punch. My grandmother loves the sauce and spoons gallons of it over her rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWCQDQ85I/AAAAAAAAADg/XoFiPKEks5o/s1600-h/IMG_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWCQDQ85I/AAAAAAAAADg/XoFiPKEks5o/s320/IMG_4751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050811210020221842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eggplant with squid and a myriad of other goodies like snow peas and mushrooms. It's sort of like a hot pot dish, but keeps the eggplant intact and not overly mushy like other eggplant dishes. I love eggplant, so I like this dish a lot with it's smoky flavor and chunky eggplant pieces. Really good with rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgV7gDQ84I/AAAAAAAAADY/j0pP98GbF0c/s1600-h/IMG_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgV7gDQ84I/AAAAAAAAADY/j0pP98GbF0c/s320/IMG_4749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050811094056104834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sauteed chicken with Chinese broccoli. I usually don't like chicken cooked this way because it's dry and tasteless. But here, it's really moist and flavorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgV0QDQ83I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xGmWfBsc8hI/s1600-h/IMG_4748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgV0QDQ83I/AAAAAAAAADQ/xGmWfBsc8hI/s320/IMG_4748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050810969502053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my grandmother's favorite dish and we've ordered it at basically every restaurant we go to. It's green beans sauteed with minced pork. It's pretty salty, but it's really great when the green beans are fresh and not overcooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;        So yes, it may seem like I'm biased, but I really wouldn't lie about food of all things. I've eaten lots of Cantonese food, to the point of being sick of it sometimes, and this is truly the best Cantonese place in New York. If you ever want to go, just let me know, and I'll be there. I would recommend going with at least 3 other people so you can share a good number of dishes, family style. Don't be intimidated by the trek to Brooklyn, it's really easy to get there, just take the N train to 8th Avenue and walk down to 52nd Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eighth Avenue and 52nd street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-8170053227331777419?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8170053227331777419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=8170053227331777419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/8170053227331777419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/8170053227331777419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-affair.html' title='A Family Affair'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhgWbwDQ87I/AAAAAAAAADw/aa3iWtN6E0I/s72-c/IMG_4756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-4513359721290324798</id><published>2007-04-06T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:31:10.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sauces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brgr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burger'/><title type='text'>i appear to have misplaced my vowels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcjJQDQ8yI/AAAAAAAAACo/UKNl7_3mgcM/s1600-h/IMG_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcjJQDQ8yI/AAAAAAAAACo/UKNl7_3mgcM/s320/IMG_4740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050544148953756450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        I finally tried one of those new burger joints, brgr. It's a nicer version of the higher end burger places like Burger Heaven, for instance. You order at the counter, and pick up your own drink, but they bring you your food and the decor is nicer than your average Burger King. It has meaty red color tones and dim lighting to make your eating partners more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;    As for drinks, they offer a wide array of milkshakes - including a blueberry pomegranate flavor, none of which I tried because I wouldn't be able to also eat my burger without turning comatose. But I did try their good white (versus their good red, better red and better white) and for $4, it wasn't bad, not in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;            On to the burgers!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcmbADQ80I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LPyJeswMJB8/s1600-h/IMG_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcmbADQ80I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LPyJeswMJB8/s400/IMG_4737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050547752431317826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all natural turkey burger with - pay attention now - gruyere cheese, a fried egg, fried onions, brgr sauce and horseradish cream. AND of course, each bite I drenched in ketchup, mustard, and my new favorite sauce, smoky chipotle tabasco sauce. Yes I suppose all of that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; mask the taste of the meat, but that's why I love burgers, for the toppings that mesh perfectly with the meatiness and I loveeeeeee sauces. The pickles were also quite good, not the super briny deep green kind you find in Micky D's, but a freshier, not so tart version. So I would say that in terms of sauciness and flavor, it was pretty successful. The only thing lacking was the bun, which could have been a little crispier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/Rhcm1QDQ81I/AAAAAAAAADA/CtCuYGJwsoI/s1600-h/IMG_4738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/Rhcm1QDQ81I/AAAAAAAAADA/CtCuYGJwsoI/s400/IMG_4738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050548203402883922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't depict the actual burger very good, but it was the famed Montana Legend Angus beef  along with brie and bacon. Apparently, the beef wasn't that good but everything else was. Onion hay seemed unremarkable from everyone else's reactions, asI didn't try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcnCQDQ82I/AAAAAAAAADI/CquAxkUBTbg/s1600-h/IMG_4739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcnCQDQ82I/AAAAAAAAADI/CquAxkUBTbg/s400/IMG_4739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050548426741183330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 14 which consisted of a veggie patty, brie, and sweet onion marmalade (as an aside the sweet onion sauce at subway's has the awe-inspiring ability to make even a plain turkey sandwich incredibly tasty). Karen found it really yummy and gobbled that baby down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    All in all, it was a good burger place that I would probably revisit if I felt a craving for burgers. But if you're a big beefy burger person, I wouldn't recommend coming here, since it's all about the toppings. It also gets pricey whenever you add another extra goody. My burger was around $9 and I built it myself. Karen's #14 was also about the same price, so I don't see how ordering one of their previously compiled burgers would be any cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brgr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;287 Seventh Avenue nr. 26th Street (right next to Chipotle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-4513359721290324798?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4513359721290324798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=4513359721290324798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/4513359721290324798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/4513359721290324798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-appear-to-have-misplaced-my-vowels.html' title='i appear to have misplaced my vowels'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RhcjJQDQ8yI/AAAAAAAAACo/UKNl7_3mgcM/s72-c/IMG_4740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-7722658726482358998</id><published>2007-03-10T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:24:58.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pork Butt All Day Every Day</title><content type='html'>This post is for all us fatties. Eleven of us committed to what could well be the ultimate feast of feasts: the bo ssam at Momofuku Ssam Bar. You have to make reservations in advance so they can prepare this oversized meal for you and your crew. In addition to a WHOLE butt, you get oysters, endless piles of rice and kimchi, and bowls of bibb lettuce. It's very similar to eating kalbi in a Korean restaurant, in which you pile all those goodies into the lettuce leaves (although in Korean places, they usually give you red leaf lettuce - I think) and stuff into your mouth as fast as you can.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfSgY2iUaZI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1OnteNojhg/s1600-h/IMG_4612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfSgY2iUaZI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1OnteNojhg/s320/IMG_4612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040830231751190930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's skip the small talk and get right down to business. When &lt;a href="http://foodandwhine.wordpress.com/"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; made reservations, Momofuku's people told her to start with a few small dishes before the monster emerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three terrine bahn mi, in the offal section of the menu, was, if not the best, among the best, I have ever tasted. It's too bad each of us only took a few nibbles each so that it would last around the table. I would definitely come back for this, and it's not even their specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the sea urchin with whipped tofu and tapioca. It was, visually and texturally, an interesting dish. But not incredibly tasty. I'm not a big fan of foamy tasteless matter, which was how the tofu was prepared. We also ordered the grilled sweetbreads, which made up for the sea urchin. They weren't overly chewy, and had a great rich flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last mini goody was what the menu called Tello's Chawan Mushi, which consisted of an egg custard - steam cooked for that particular egg fluffiness that many Asian cultures have in their egg dishes - with snails (although the menu said oysters, I didn't see any), scallions and truffles. A good reworking of the dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfSmPGiUaaI/AAAAAAAAACc/nMBppdlPsGI/s1600-h/IMG_4610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfSmPGiUaaI/AAAAAAAAACc/nMBppdlPsGI/s320/IMG_4610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040836661317233058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfMh62iUaWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L98BxeJfEXU/s1600-h/IMG_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfMh62iUaWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/L98BxeJfEXU/s200/IMG_4616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040409702913304930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main course, the reason for our special trip, was crazy, both in size and flavor. The exterior was a bit tough and chewy, but when we dived into the center, tenderness abounded.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfMi5WiUaYI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TXd7AKPKEM/s1600-h/IMG_4618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfMi5WiUaYI/AAAAAAAAACM/1TXd7AKPKEM/s320/IMG_4618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040410776655128962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Puddles of happy oil lay at the bottom of this dish for gluttons. Due to the high salt content, it was a bit overwhelming to eat alone. But, piled high in a leaf of bibb lettuce with rice and a good amount of regular kimchi or pureed kimchi, it was just right.  The dish also came with this ginger scallion sauce which I wasn't too hot on, but others enjoyed it in great dollops on their pork. The hospitable and knowledgable waiters told us to eat the oysters with the pork, and boy, were they right. It was like heaven in a shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfMicmiUaXI/AAAAAAAAACE/aZ3uUnBFwo4/s1600-h/IMG_4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 255px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfMicmiUaXI/AAAAAAAAACE/aZ3uUnBFwo4/s320/IMG_4617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040410282733889906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a night of pants-busting adventure, a celebration of all that is great about New York. Also, if your stomach can handle it, walk the couple of blocks to Veniero's for some superb cannoli to gobble down later, once the pork settles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Momofuku Ssam Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;207 Second Ave. @ 13th St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veniero's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;342 East 11th Street @ First Ave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-7722658726482358998?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/7722658726482358998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=7722658726482358998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/7722658726482358998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/7722658726482358998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/03/pork-butt-all-day-every-day.html' title='Pork Butt All Day Every Day'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RfSgY2iUaZI/AAAAAAAAACU/u1OnteNojhg/s72-c/IMG_4612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-2483430812200382759</id><published>2007-01-22T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:14:14.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>become friends with a chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT30wnmyZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/j-3yFCmra0w/s1600-h/sapa+setting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT30wnmyZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/j-3yFCmra0w/s320/sapa+setting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022911970201225618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was a reunion of sorts. My old suitemates, plus honorary ones such as boyfriends, headed over to &lt;a href="http://sapanyc.com/"&gt;Sapa&lt;/a&gt;, Patricia Yeo's Southeast Asian-French restaurant, in Chelsea. The front is a bit nondescript, to the point where you would just keep on walking by the entrance and not even notice you had passed it. But inside, candles and globes of light add a warmth to the high ceilings and a sexy vibe to the whole place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sapa because one of our good friends just started his externship there (yay!), so we thought we'd surprise him at work. Starting off with a Riesling Auslese, thanks to a timely &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/17/dining/17pour.html?ref=dining"&gt;Eric Asimov piece&lt;/a&gt;, which was nice and sweet, but not cloying at all. A bit on the expensive side ($49), but split among 5 people, not so bad at all. Then here is when the perks started kicking in. M sent us over glasses of champagne! Not sure what kind, but very tasty and bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the food. Instead of regular bread and butter, Sapa offers a basket of toasted pita bread with two types of dip, white bean and eggplant. Both spreads were really great, although I prefer the eggplant, which was very similar to babaganoush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT4EQnmyaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6oqiWcYC6zQ/s1600-h/rice+paper+rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT4EQnmyaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6oqiWcYC6zQ/s320/rice+paper+rolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022912236489197986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rice paper rolls were well-made, nothing that special, except for the roll du jour, which was a ceviche piled on top of a round of the rice paper. Slightly spicy mouthful of jam-packed flavor. The lettuce wrapped beef satay were pretty good, although there was a little too much peanut butter sauce inside. Teensy bit gooey. C and I ordered the smoked swordfish carpaccio with seaweed salad. It was very meaty (as swordfish normally is) and hearty, not fishy at all. Very good, in fact. The seaweed, cucumber and orange slices went seamlessly together with the swordfish. I would order it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT5TAnmycI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DJnq5xUGXfA/s1600-h/mussels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT5TAnmycI/AAAAAAAAAAw/DJnq5xUGXfA/s200/mussels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022913589403896258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks to M, we also had three other starters, steamed mussels and clams with a lemongrass-coconut broth, cocoa and peanut-glazed spareribs, and halibut baked in a banana leaf. The flavor in the spareribs reminded me of the Chinese dish, the thousand year egg, which has a gingery spiciness and lots of soy sauce.The mussels were decent, but I wasn't big on the clams, which were too salty for me. The corn salad on top of the halibut was really flavorful and complimented the soft, subtle white fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough, we still had main courses coming up. Sapa has this great $15 deal on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT7iwnmyeI/AAAAAAAAABA/GomP1zf2Klc/s1600-h/lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT7iwnmyeI/AAAAAAAAABA/GomP1zf2Klc/s200/lobster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022916059010091490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sundays, where you can get lobster, steak, chicken or fish. Most people had the lobster which was monster-sized. It was so soft and buttery, they must have injected it with several bars of butter before cooking it. It was served whole, which is always yummier, but a lobster bib would have been very helpful.&lt;br /&gt;I had the steak frites, which was topped with a huge chunk of garlicky butter and came with this delicious dark(wine reduction?) sauce. The fries were thin and crispy, just how I like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Only one dessert was had by all, due to the unexpectedly overwhelming amounts of food. The chocolate lava cake, which was very thick and rich with a good dollop of cream on top. I wish I had enough room to savor the banana toffee bread pudding that came with sour ice cream, but I think my stomach shrunk from jetlag, so I wasn't able to uphold my honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT8KgnmyfI/AAAAAAAAABI/-NRKGWwRhPI/s1600-h/bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT8KgnmyfI/AAAAAAAAABI/-NRKGWwRhPI/s200/bathroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022916741909891570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    The service at Sapa was impeccable; all the waiters were incredibly nice to us and humored us when we were slow to order (or unable to pronounce Auslese). It also helped that it wasn't all that busy that night and we were friends of the roll bar chef! The manager came over and asked us personally if everything was okay, it was just awesome how hospitable they were. Better than Gramercy Tavern in their own way. They also get brownie points for a pretty bathroom with a reflecting pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line - Go to Sapa! It's a good date place (not that I'm an expert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sapa&lt;br /&gt;43 W24th St (at 6th Ave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*pictures courtesy of WS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-2483430812200382759?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2483430812200382759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=2483430812200382759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/2483430812200382759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/2483430812200382759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/01/become-friends-with-chef.html' title='become friends with a chef'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2OmOkid_v8g/RbT30wnmyZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/j-3yFCmra0w/s72-c/sapa+setting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-4125455284069377935</id><published>2007-01-20T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:03:21.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Time &amp; Cous-Cous</title><content type='html'>After a stately jaunt through the Neue Galerie, which has an enjoyable exhibit on Josef Hoffmann,  the Austrian architect (his textiles are cute, a more upscale version of Ikea), I went for tea at Alice's Tea Cup #2 (the first one is on the UWS). It is very similar to Alice No. 1 decor-wise. Cutesy Alice in Wonderland theme everywhere, including the bathroom, where flowers a la "we're painting the roses red" cover the ceiling, half white, half red, and one in the middle half painted. There's also a large looking glass hanging from a large ribbon that allow bathroom patrons to examine the miniature pictures of various scenes from Lewis Carroll's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starving at this point, so I decided to go all out and try numerous nibblies. The butternut squash soup had a great texture, not all the squash was completely pureed, which lent itself to the lovely warm taste. A little nutty, not too rich (sometimes squash soups are too thick and creamy, and I'd like to see anyone finish a bowl of mouth-coating soup like that), and served with a rosemary foccaccia. I also had half of a curried chicken salad sandwich that included tiny chopped up pieces of apple and sprinkled with raisins, which I've tried before, so I knew it would be satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's scones are clearly the centerpiece around which this all revolves, which makes sense, since tea time in England is famous for its scones. They offer a myriad of different flavors every day. I ordered the eggnog chocolate chip, which had an interesting spicy kick that I've never encountered in a scone. It was a little drier than the other two scones K ordered. I would recommend going with the pumpkin or banana creme flavored ones which both had a glaze on top and were much more moist. All were served with a tiny pot of jam and creme; the jam was great, a little on the chunky side with lots of seeds and bursting with flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say more about the actual tea I drank, but I don't know enough about tea to properly appreciate it. They have a several page list of all the different teas they offer, but I would say to choose your tea according to what you order to eat, since you want them to complement each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was very attentive and considerate. Our waitress was really thoughtful, asking if we wanted the last bite of scone before she whisked the plate away. But if you go at the wrong time, Alice's is incredibly busy and I'm sure the wait is long. It's worth it to go once, just to try tea time like the English, and marvel at the tea list, bathroom and scones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, I was all ready for dinner at Cafe Mogador, a cozy Moroccan restaurant in the West Village. It's a dark, haphazard looking place, with a bar crowded to the nth degree. We had to wait about 45 minutes to be seated. Fortunately, there's this really cool little used bookstore next store, East Village Books. So we perused the shelves for awhile before attempting our next charge at the door (I found a $4 copy of Esquire's collection of fiction, a steal!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the hostess was unfriendly and not particularly helpful, our waiter was genuinely nice and didn't bother us too much when it was clear we had been talking and not looking at the menu at all. I had a ginger martini was quite tasty and refreshing, really strong too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Moroccan fish tagine which was a meaty, filling dish of white fish, potatoes and carrots. Quite tasty and they give you a surprisingly spicy hot sauce on the side. The potatoes were perfectly cooked, not too hard and not too soft, scrumptious with the chili sauce. Now, I was never a fan of cous-cous, having had a bad run-in with a cold version that was gross and pebbly. But I see the problem now, cous-cous only tastes good to me when it's served hot and has sauce spooned over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see why Mogador is so crowded, although after shelling over money for Alice's Tea Cup in the same day, I was reluctant to part with $17 for my tagine, good as it was. It's a fun place, though, and the bartender's pretty cute, so I would go back, preparing myself for the long wait first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Locations:&lt;br /&gt;Alice's Tea Cup #2&lt;br /&gt;156 E64th St (btw Lex &amp;amp; 3rd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Mogador&lt;br /&gt;101 St. Mark's Place (at 1st Ave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-4125455284069377935?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4125455284069377935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=4125455284069377935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/4125455284069377935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/4125455284069377935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2007/01/tea-time-cous-cous.html' title='Tea Time &amp; Cous-Cous'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-7761625715626911328</id><published>2006-11-29T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:00:28.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Mario Batali and David Kamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/1600/808068/IMG_3776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/320/23531/IMG_3776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday night, I got to see Mario (big, orange, and furry) chat with David Kamp (author of &lt;a href="http://davidkamp.com/about.php"&gt;The United States of Arugula&lt;/a&gt;) about their former status as ex-lovers, Alice Waters, and why Food Network sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamp has known Batali for about nine years, but their relationship, however indirect, runs deeper than that. Kamp used to go to this neighborhood restaurant, Stuff-Yer-Face, in &lt;st1:place&gt;Jersey&lt;/st1:place&gt; where Batali was one of the cooks, specializing in stromboli techniques. Kamp quipped that Mario was his ex-lover, and this joke kept surfacing every now and then for a quick, gratifying laugh for both men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario discussed his disappointment with Food Network's decision to go with shows that create quickie meals and transform store-bought goods into something semi-homemade (cough sandra lee cough). I think they cancelled Molto Mario (I don't know why, that show is awesome!), but of course, there is Iron Chef America, which rocks. He kept mentioning that he's more interested in the process than the end product(take that Rachael Ray) and that his shows were about teaching people what he knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamp agreed with Mario and also brought up Bobby Flay (who I dislike b/c of his arrogance and disregard for clean kitchen counters) as someone who's image is distorted by television. FoodNetwork portrays him as their go-to "grill guy," but Kamp seems to think there's more to him then meets the eye. Okay fine, since I think Kamp's cool, I'll give Bobby Flay the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario grew up in Seattle and Spain, and went to Rutgers. His parents actually encouraged him to go culinary school instead of college, but he chose to get his bachelor's in Spanish theater (very useful, as he noted). He mentioned that he thought everyone should attend college b/c it teaches you how to make friends and interact well with others. hahaha.  Oh, let's discuss his lovely outfit. If you've ever seen pictures or read about Batali, you probably know he wears those hot orange clog thingys that have huge holes poked through the top. This time, he was wearing them with these pale pink socks that were scrunched down a bit, with shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I went into Mario's, let's also briefly go into Kamp's interesting attire, as well. He was wearing this dark forest green suit with long pointy shoes and funny striped green socks. At certain angles, he resembles Chandler Bing aka Matthew Perry. Longish wavy hair swept back in this older hipster look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the men were really witty and hilarious. They were so awesome, I wish they could be my uncles. How cool would it be if Mario Batali was your uncle? He's really down-to-earth, warm and friendly. He referred to this one blogger who rags on him all the time, and he reads her page whenever he needs to be taken down a notch. He did make sure to check if she was in the audience, saying, b/c if she is I'm gonna take her out. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to know, his favorite place to go in the city besides his own places, is Pearl Oyster Bar, which is right across the street from Po, one of his first restaurants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-7761625715626911328?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/7761625715626911328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=7761625715626911328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/7761625715626911328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/7761625715626911328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2006/11/conversation-with-mario-batali-and.html' title='Conversation with Mario Batali and David Kamp'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-5979881182639645983</id><published>2006-11-03T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:39:14.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Sweet Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sleung/287251134/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/287251134_122cab68aa.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sleung/287251134/"&gt;Sugar Sweet Sunshine&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/sleung/"&gt;sl2163&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; on a recent trip to the food haven that is the LES, i picked up this little goody, pumpkin trifle. now if i had known such a gem existed, i surely would have attempted to make it part of my regular diet. fortunately for my health, i just discovered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is composed of my favorite dessert flavors: pumpkin, cinnamon, nutmeg. there's a cakey middle, and surrounding that is the fluffy happiness of whipped cream and some other gooey bits enhancing the overall texture of the dessert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;other tasty treats i sampled on multiple (well, only 2) visits:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/1600/IMG_3457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/320/IMG_3457.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pumpkin w/cheesecake icing to the left, ooey gooey on the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/1600/IMG_3458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/320/IMG_3458.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pistachio on top, red velvet on the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would venture to say that ooey gooey is my favorite cupcake there. the icing is not too sweet, nor is the cake part of the cupcake overwhelming. everything is perfectly balanced in happy chocolate harmony. according to the website, ooey gooey is &lt;span class="txt"&gt;chocolate cake with chocolate almond buttercream. oh yea. &lt;/span&gt;both the pistachio and red velvet had too much butter in their icing, but if you like that, go for it. they call that type of icing "the moose." still, overall, better than magnolia, ten times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;visit &lt;a href="http://www.sugarsweetsunshine.com/"&gt;Sugar Sweet Sunshine&lt;/a&gt; and re-acquaint yourself with upgraded childhood favorites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-5979881182639645983?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5979881182639645983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=5979881182639645983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/5979881182639645983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/5979881182639645983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2006/11/sugar-sweet-sunshine.html' title='Sugar Sweet Sunshine'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4395624874463885788.post-1551748737386204073</id><published>2006-10-29T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:59:13.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish - but really oysters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/1600/IMG_3461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/320/IMG_3461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; raw oysters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/1600/IMG_3465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6620/536575302058579/320/IMG_3465.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fried oysters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;made a visit to Fish, in the West Village, a small cozy seafood shack. the shellfish were quite tasty, both oysters and mussels. good flavors, fresh seafood. but the lobster roll, so NOT worth it. really small and very expensive. it's not that amazing to warrant such a price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you go, go for the oysters/mussels (and the cheap beer):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://nymag.com/listings/restaurant/fish/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;280 Bleecker St. @ Jones St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4395624874463885788-1551748737386204073?l=tastetheginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1551748737386204073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4395624874463885788&amp;postID=1551748737386204073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1551748737386204073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4395624874463885788/posts/default/1551748737386204073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tastetheginger.blogspot.com/2006/10/fish-but-really-oysters.html' title='Fish - but really oysters'/><author><name>sleung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17321775472714776822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
