Oh New York, how I love thee. The restaurants, the sights, the people, and of course the fact that everything is open until forever. And by forever I mean until 4 a.m. which feels like forever when you’re coming from a city that turns into a ghost town after 2 a.m.
I was way overdue for a visit to the Big Apple and so I decided to make a trip to the city this past weekend. I had the pleasure of staying with one of my very special bff’s Sooey and her equally as charming roommate Mike Prince at their new home in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. For those of you who don’t know, Williamsburg is home to a lot of Hasidic Jews and my fellow boricua’s. With a continuously growing art community it is also very hipster up and coming, and is a prime location for finding busted open fire hydrants (which is perfect for scorching hot 90° days in the city).
Although there was minimal cooking happening this weekend, there was a lot of eating. It started on Saturday with a very drunk brunch at Mulholland’s, only to be followed by a very yummy brunch at Daniel Boulud’s DBGB the next day with fellow food blogger Le Story De Food.
After a long night of scrabble playing partying, I woke up on Saturday morning in the mood for some serious breakfast. With the start of the USA vs. Ghana game quickly approaching, my friends and I decided to go to Mulholland’s (over on the South side of Brooklyn) to satisfy our greasy food cravings while grabbing a table in front of the 3+ giant HDTV’s located towards the back of the bar. To my delightful surprise they had Breakfast Sliders on the brunch menu. Now I’m a huge advocate of breakfast sandwiches. Maybe it stems from my obsession with sandwiches in general. Anyways, I’d never seen breakfast sliders before and I was immediately sold. 20 minutes later my sliders arrived, in all their mini bacon, egg and cheese glory.
Brunch was followed by lots of beer…
Followed by Nachos and Fried Pickles…
Followed by more beer…
Followed by a disappointing end to a seriously long soccer game. Meh.
After a mini nap, Soo Young and I met my uncle for dinner in Central Park. Unfortunately my camera was burnt out from the day (aka battery died) and did not make it out. Which is unfortunate because dinner at The Boathouse was amazing. Starting with the best crab cake I’ve ever had. Hands down. I thought I had sworn off crab forever after my trip to Maryland last month but I couldn’t help but order it when my server recommended it. Actually his exact words were “We have the best crab cake,” and I have to admit he was very convincing. Being a server, I tend to trust my fellow servers, and this server seemed pretty confident in his recommendation. So I obliged. And he was right! These were the best crab cakes. It was the remoulade sauce and cucumber salad that really did it for me, but I have to admit I was glad I made the exception.
The Seared Scallops and Grilled Branzino were also delicious. So far so good. Then came the real star. The Porter House Steak, cooked at a perfect medium, it was literally to-die-for. Or well I guess not “literally” since I can’t truly say I would kill myself for a piece of steak, but you get where I’m going with this. I guess it would be more literal if I said it melted in my mouth, which it did. Dear Boathouse, I will forever remember that steak. You have put my favorite Boston steak houses to shame, and I won’t forget it. I was beyond full, but I did try the sorbets for dessert. All fresh and delicious as expected at this point. The meal was flawless, and we eventually rolled ourselves back to Brooklyn for another night of antics.
Eventually Sunday came around, and 8 of us met on Bowery for brunch at DBGB. DBGB came as a recommendation from a fellow food blogger who happens to be a very good friend of a friend. So I guess you could so I had some expectations. All which were very much surpassed within a mere hour and a half. As soon as we got there the hostess escorted us to our table, and I’m pretty sure my eyes lit up when I saw it. Hidden in this little nook, was the perfect sized booth for us. It was almost like a cove. And given my hungover fragile state it was so comfortable. Just what I needed. Immediately a server came over and filled my empty wine glass with water. I didn’t know if things could get any better at this point, then I saw the menu. Basket of assorted pastries for the table? Yes please! Normally I don’t let myself eat chocolate croissants; It’s like once I have one I can’t stop. But if you put one in front of me, I’m eating it. And I did, and it was delicious.
I also ordered the Croque Madame (See above, right. mMmm) which was also amazing, obviously. I mean how could a ham sandwich, smothered in melted cheese, and topped with a fried egg ever be bad? I don’t think it can. Needless to say I left the city feeling full and satisfied. Thank you New York, you never cease to impress me per usual. Well played.