the new york city dumpling festival

{can you think of a better idea for a festival? i can't.}

drats, i missed the dumpling eating competition!

unfortunately, by the time i got there, the gnocchi, the idli, the tamales, the kuih koci, and the pierogis were all gone!

so i devoured some bao...

sans soy sauce? i don't recommend.

...and i sampled a filipino dish called a palitaw

it's a gooey rice cake covered in coconut, and then topped with brown sugar and sesame seeds.
not too sweet! very delicious...

... and then i was still hungry
(naturally, anyone would starve themselves all day in preparation for a festival like this...)

so i continued on my own little dumpling tour of the lower east side.

i FINALLY got to yonah schimmel's
and tried a jalepeno knish.

it was... ok...

i'm just into a lot of crust in my knishes, and this one sort of whimped out.

is it total faux pas to prefer zabar to yonah?

for a sweet ending to my dumpling filled day, i headed up to the dumpling man on st. marks street for

pumpkin dumplings!

soooo doughy and delicious.

and the sauce they pour over them is so sweet!
(and sticky... i know because half of it somehow ended up dripping down my left arm)

oh dumplings, how i love you so!



if you're feeling pooey and want to go on a blog hiatus...

{this is what you should do instead}

shoot up with some vitamins b12
practice the vibraphone until your hands bleed
listen to sigur rós
eat at the place (have their sweet potater ravioli)

try a scallop!!

75 1/2 bedford street

stroll around the village, peruse the beautiful houses...
like the ones with red doors
and the ones with addresses that are not whole numbers.

eat cake and stuff.


i told you hiatus would only last a day.



post script:

my apologies for being too excited about the red velvet cake ice cream to about it...

so... two boots:

go there.
despite the fact that the sista and the brotha behind the counter needed a happy pill,
or a better job,
or something real to be sad about
(working at an ice cream and pizza shop doesn't count).
i mean, seriously, you should have seen the horrified looks on their faces when i walked in and said,


excuse me for being happy to be there.
*flips hair*

josh and i ate pizzas. i had a slice of the mel cooley and the mr pink
(i think? what's with the names?)
they were pretty darn tasty. the crust was spectacular, despite the fact that sista burnt mr pink.

of course the whole time i was looking forward to the ice cream though.

it was pink-ish, with little pieces of white cake, no frosting.
it was so good.
i mean, sometimes i wonder if i would be able to tell red velvet cake in a blind taste test if it didn't have the cream cheese frosting. but, i don't know what it was, this ice cream actually hit it on the nose. maybe there's cream cheese in the ice cream? ooooh weeeeeird.