Is that even good English? I’m too tired to care. Since I took the time to shoot the pictures, thought I might as well share them.
Snails in black bean sauce, Dim Sum at Guang Zhou Restaurant, Flushing
If you like Pinkberry but have not tried the new coconut flavor, you should.
First thing I saw at the High Line Street Fair… a pink bug.
Then the angle changed and the bug turned around… it was a real leggy, pink bug.
On high heels.
Obviously there were more bugs at the street fair.
Bugs, and some real tall people…
The plants and flowers were quite exotic for a public park (though wikipedia calls it a “greenway”).
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Tagged dim sum, Dining, east village, Food, high line, japanese food, New York City, pinkberry, restaurants, snails, soba, soba-ya
An old Chinese proverb says, 民以食为天 (Men deem food as God). After spending a delightful evening at Kabab Cafe, Astoria, I came to the thinking that if food is not a man’s God, it should be at least, as Ali the owner says, his soul.
We first heard of Kabab Cafe from Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations on Travel Channel. It was featured as one of the most popular restaurants in “Little Cairo”, the middle-eastern neighborhood in Astoria, Queens. Astoria, with its “sizable and diverse immigrant population”, is said to have “some of the best and most authentic food in the country”. Continue reading
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Tagged Astoria, Dining, Dining Out, Egyptian food, Food, Kabab Cafe, Life, Middle-Eastern, New York, New York City, NYC, Queens, restaurants
There are many good things about living with a foodie. The best of which is you find yourself spending lots of money and time in all kinds of strange restaurants, whether you want it or not (most of the times, you want it).
If someday there is a contest on simply the number of different cuisines you have tried at least once in your lifetime, I think we are in pretty good shape.
So, here’s my list of CIHTALO – Cuisines I Have Tried At Least Once. I need to write it down because I want to have something to be proud of when I die. Continue reading