this is not another april fool's joke.
in the 48 hours that mum was in town, we actually ate all of this:
every good explosion begins with poached eggs.
these ones on focaccia with spinach at
on broadway between 89th and 90th
dessert was a macarella
from the street sweets truck
{macarella = nutella sandwiched between two coconut macaroons
...at least we tried to keep kosher for passover?}
and as soon as we got down to the village,
we decided that the hot weather called for some
on bleecker and cornelia
red velvet cake yogurt and taro yogurt to be exact.
with strawbees and mochi, of course.
and i kid you not,
we literally sat on the bench outside of
finishing off our yogurt,
so that we wouldn't have to bring it in with us to order a hot cross bun.
it was easter, after all.
...and as mentioned before,
it was a definite room temperature cross bun.
delicious and doughy and yeasty and tasty nonetheless.
{i wanted a bread bunny too. but i'm allergic to bunnies}
schnitzel @ seasonal.
on 58th between 6th and 7th
more on this later.
but, duh, we friggen had schnitzel.
day two: the poached eggs were on english muffins this time at
on amsterdam and 79th
i had a lorraine omelet.
they know their omelets, those nice people.
ok i swear we didn't eat all of these bomboloni from
on 68th and columbus
they were for the percussion ensemble concert dress rehearsal.
i only ate one. or seven. no really, just two.
and i think i made the alice tully stage hands love me.
dinner number one at
on amsterdam and 73rd
made me feel like i was in a cute vacation town.
we had a crispy focaccia sandwich with prosciutto and robiola cheese
that was superbly tangy...
...and gnocchi in a shape i've never seen gnocchi in before.
with fabulous out of this world red sauce.
dinner number two at
at east 12th and 1st
was at the golden section of mum's stay for good reason.
more on this later.
day three: poached eggs on scones
...at the customary trip to
at 73rd and columbus
where mum always gets coffee.
when will she learn?
this actually happened.
and that doesn't even include the fresh baked cookie bars that mum brought for me,
or all of the bread baskets,
or the amuse bouches...
seriously, we deserve a medal.
or a jenny craig membership.
{worth it.... soooooo worth it}
stay tuned for more details on a few of these for restaurant challenge posts!
xoxo
yeh