I have officially begun my internship at Serious Eats and will be assisting them in their community relations and social media marketing efforts. I am extremely blessed and can't imagine a better job than to make a living eating and talking about eating. My temporary home is near Gramercy Park which is conveniently situated smack dab in the middle of happy taste bud town.
Case in point. I was walking to the local CVS and then on to the Verizon Store (so I could get ripped off) when I happened upon Artichoke. I remembered seeing positive reviews on Slice and I was hungry (when am I not?) so I decided to step in. Don't ask me why I thought burning hot pizza sounded good when it was 97 degrees and 99% humidity. Other people in New York were doing this...
Anyway, I strolled into Artichoke and looked at the menu which consisted of four items: Margherita, Clam, Artichoke, Sicilian. I went with the Margherita. Classic and hard to screw up (although it's possible.)
Here's what it looked like when they handed it to me.
You can tell by the ooziness of the cheese that it's really, really hot. And indeed, it was. I burnt my poor tongue and roof of my mouth when I tested the tip to see if I could dive in. Darnit, I hate having to wait for it to cool when I know it's good! In the meantime, here was the pizza upskirt.
And then the eating began. I was really impatient. The small, volcanically hot bite I had was too much to resist for much longer. I dove in as carefully as I possibly could. Mmmmm. The sauce is fantastic. It tastes incredibly fresh and is neither too sweet nor too savory as some can be. And the cheese, well it was fantastico. It looks a little different - you can see it breaking up in this pictures after I'd had a few...
You know, posting to blogs can be really painful sometimes. I'm looking at these pictures and now I really need to walk down my five flights of stairs (did I mention I moved into a 5th floor walk up? I decided I needed it to balance the eating), and then walk a few more blocks over to Artichoke. The cheese also lived up to its fame. Salty, chewy, and softly stringy. And the fresh basil? Well, that just put it over the top for me. Sauce, cheese, and basil - win, win, and win. Unfortunately, the crust was a fail. It was exceptionally crisp which I wouldn't say is a bad thing. However, I being a crust person, did not even eat my crust. It was too thick, too dense, and overcooked. Maybe a fluke. I'll have to test it out to see. Even if it's not I'd still return for the three wins.
So today after work, I decided to take a jaunt down to Chinatown. It only made sense that I get some Chinese food while I was down there, right? Especially because I needed to be fed in order to make it home. So I wandered around and looked for a spot that looked like it was filled with Chinese people. This place seemed to fit the bill:
And actually, the fact that this was hanging in the window helped convince me.
They also had roasted pig heads and duck heads inside that were popular items. I decided to spare you the picture in case you have a delicate constitution. The menu and signs in the restaurant were pretty much all in Chinese which is lovely in terms of decor but unhelpful if you are ignorant in this language. Fortunately, they also had an English menu.
Not wanting to hold the line up, I ordered based off of the pictures I'd seen outside. Boring, I know. Sesame chicken, pork dumplings, and a Diet Coke. After ten minutes of waiting and head chopping viewing, I picked up my order, hopped on the subway, and then hoofed it up to the 5th floor. Why did I think the 5th floor walk up was a good idea again?
Here are my unwrapped goods:
I'm not even going to go into detail. It was not good. I should have walked the three extra blocks to a restaurant I knew was good. Ten bucks down the toilet. Well, actually, in the garbage. I'll give them a little wiggle room for the fact that I had to schlep it back to my place before eating. But I'm pretty sure that doesn't fully cover them.
|Looks arent' everything.|
As for my beautiful dumplings? I've never truly had a dumpling I wouldn't eat. Until today. They were thick, dry, and just not good. I'm so sad. How do you screw this up? I couldn't figure it out. I tried to taste different ones at least in hopes that I'd figure out what went wrong. I guess I'd have to watch their process. Either way, they went in the trash.
And now for the piece de resistance - and what you really came here for.
The cookies were indeed soft and chewy.
But, ehhhh (insert buzzer noise) on the grandma reference. These cookies tasted in no way homemade. Less chemically than Nabisco's Chewy Chips Ahoy but other than that pretty similar.
I didn't care tonight. After the Chinatown upset, I needed chocolate.
There's always tomorrow. Which reminds me, where do you think I should eat?