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→
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.
They make you want to come back and try all of them against your wishes. The temptation is such, and the lure of Spot Dessert Bar in NYC is all too real.
Located on St Marks Place it’s below ground in the Devil’s lair. Usually, it seems so crowded and busy that you have to wait in line. The night we arrived to worship the ice cream delicacies at this altar of dessert treachery we had to wait for a bit until a table opened up. It was certainly worth the wait as the cold concoctions here are both ridiculously creative and tasty. They are also represented by eclectic fun names. Prices seemed ok for these kinds of tasty cold treats. This surely ain’t no Mr Softee cone off the truck! Continue reading The Sugary Sweet Lure is Evil at Spot Dessert Bar in NYC!→
Then as the skies opened, and the rain subsided, the Lord said “let there be light”!
Such was the weather recently when I was nearing the end of a rainy 5 mile run in Central Park. As I finished my run on the east side of the park and headed for cover I jogged over to Bluestone Lane, which is housed in a church off East 90th and Central Park on the Upper East Side of NYC.