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Kulushkat! Just Shut Up and Eat!

Some of the best falafel I have had in NYC!

This was such a memorable meal that I had to give it some love here on the blog. It’s been months since we visited this little slice of deliciousness after a 5K running event in Prospect Park on a sweltering humid night in Brooklyn. We discovered this eatery because we just wanted somewhere to eat dinner in some cool AC! Continue reading Kulushkat! Just Shut Up and Eat!

Sizzlin’ Fajita Monday in NYC

Cilantro is one of those upper west side eateries that has been around for about ten years now, but is easy to dismiss as just another poser Mexican joint. Yeah, we know Californians like to proclaim that they have better Mexican on the west coast, but sometimes we here on the eastern side need a fix of sizzlin’ eats and guac too.

I only come here on Monday nights. In fact, I travel across town to come here for dinner on Monday nights. As we all know, travelling crosstown in NYC is usually is an exercise in frustration. So there has to be a good reason. Continue reading Sizzlin’ Fajita Monday in NYC

Guac! Mole! Cascalote Latin Bistro in El Barrio, NYC!


Wonderful food and service up in El Barrio, NYC!

Delicious guacamole, and the salmon special on a bed of plantains was just perfect. I scarfed it all down while enjoying a damn fine Mojito. My taste buds were singing. My belly was happy. My gluttonous desires were completely satisfied.

My gal totally gushed over the chicken mole. That mole sauce was righteous! Oh, and they don’t skimp on the portions. You go home full after a meal here with a food baby in tow.

We walked in on a weekday evening while exploring a bit of Spanish Harlem and found an empty restaurant, but decided to give it a try. So happy we did as I was in the mood for some cocktails and authentic Latin eats. Cascalote Latin Bistro did not disappoint. Continue reading Guac! Mole! Cascalote Latin Bistro in El Barrio, NYC!

Doggy Bags, Leftovers, Facehuggers. Oh My!

The fear of the unknown, or just the love of food?

We had just finished dinner the other night after work at one of our favorite pizza joints. It’s a local’s spot that serves up terrific oven baked pizzas, assorted pastas, and Italian plates. One of those spots where you can order up normal human sized plates, or dive head-in and be a total gluttonous man-beast  slob freak and order a “family style” portion. Of course, we went with the “food baby coma” size pasta dish along with a medium pizza.

Continue reading Doggy Bags, Leftovers, Facehuggers. Oh My!