These recent items from my news feeds caught my eye:
Down with Brunch! -- Apparently going to brunch makes you an irresponsible, childless, indulgent consumer who illustrates what's wrong with New York. Personally, I tend to go for the bacon, but then again, I prefer brunch at home (ideally in PJ's) to brunch out.
How to Stock Your Pantry -- In the *duh* department (at least from my perspective, although I get that not everyone else has food hoarding tendencies). Otherwise known as "why I can eat for a month if I'm locked in my apartment and can't order from Seamless." See also: this.
No, seriously. If you haven't had one in a while, it's time to revisit them. I assure you, you'll be pleasantly surprised. And in case you need more convincing, give my latest in Wine Enthusiast a read.
Last night @daisy17 and I went to Momofuku Noodle Bar to eat from their 10th Anniversary throwback menu. We ordered some of our favorites -- the shitake buns, the corn with miso butter, and the kimchi stew -- but we also received the crudo pictured above on the house. We have no idea why -- we don't know anyone there -- but we certainly enjoyed the dish! Thanks, Momofuku, and happy anniversary!
There are three new(ish) bars here in NYC that should be on your radar if they're not already. Need some plans tonight? Pick one and go grab a drink!
Dear Irving -- this gorgeously decorated spot is conveniently located right by Union Square and the drinks were created under the leadership of the lovely and talented Meaghan Dorman, who runs Raines Law Room. Unlike Raines, there is a proper bar in addition to more loungy and booth-type seating, and small bites in addition to a fantastic cocktail menu.
Nitecap -- this subterranean bar from the Death & Co team is run by Natasha David (also lovely and talented!). While you peruse the whimsical menu filled with creative cocktails, nibble on some irresistable baked artichoke dip. Nitecap was the perfect cozy spot to hide during a torrential downpour a few weeks back . . .
The NoMad Bar -- Leo Robitschek does it again with a killer cocktail program and Daniel Humm continues to blow my mind with his chicken pot pie (a pot pie version of what I call the "fucking chicken") and carrot tartare (neither of which should be missed, in my opinion). If you're lucky enough to go with a large group, get one of the enormous punches -- they're certainly stunning to look at, and knowing Leo, they're likely to be delicious, too. Leo also went above and beyond the call of duty while I was there and used a long-handled bar spoon to rescue my phone, which had fallen in a tiny crevasse between the wall and the banquette. I can't guarantee he'll provide the same service to you . . .
I'm feeling particularly bubbly today -- maybe it's the gorgeous weather, or my bright orange dress, or having gone for a swim before work -- but I'm pretty sure there will be some bubbles in my future tonight. And if not tonight, at brunch with the girls tomorrow (because I don't think we've *ever* had brunch without bubbles). The French 75 is most often found with gin, but is sometimes made with cognac -- choose whichever one floats your boat. PS -- the guy in the picture, Chris Hannah, makes a fantastic French 75 (at the French 75 Bar at Arnaud's in NOLA). Tell him I said hi!
French 75 1/2 ounce lemon juice 1/2 ounce simple syrup 1 ounce gin or cognac champagne
Combine lemon, simple and spirit in a cocktail shaker and shake with ice. Strain into a champagne flute or coupe and top with champagne. Garnish with a lemon twist if desired.
I didn't have time for much of a recap yesterday, but I had a wonderful, relaxing weekend on Fire Island with good friends, excellent weather, a solid (if slow) run without any pain, lobsters and other tasty meals, late night gigglefits and a fantastic soundtrack that's still stuck in my head. I've gotta plan a few more trips . . .