Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Living in New York City, I've gotten used to seeing the same bags all the time. Macy's, Strawberry, Forever 21, Whole Foods, Trader Joes, M&M's World, and Zabars are the main ones. Some of them are places I shop at, too, but some of them I lump together as a spot on the tourist map (namely, M&M's World- since when did M&Ms become a hobby anyway?).
When I saw Zabars bags, I thought the same thing. A New York kosher grocery store, but not much more than that.
Boy, was I wrong. So wrong.
I went there for the first time on Tuesday and my mouth dropped open. My pulse raced and I felt giddy. I suddenly had the urge to call every girlfriend in my address book and make them guess where I was. It was the food version of meeting that special someone. I am still smiling, just thinking about it.
To give you an illustration, here is a shot of their cheese department, or a sliver of it:
That's probably only about 15% of just the cheese department. My heart.
Upstairs are kitchen tools and gizmos in a space the size of a city block. Thank goodness I am moving and left my credit card at home.
If my pride didn't get the best of me while I was trying to maintain decorum, I would have taken more photos. Instead, I ran around drooling over everything and trying not to touch anything I wasn't serious about buying. (My fave thing is poking soft cheese through the saran wrap, trying to imagine how much oozier it will get at room temp.)
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Two words: Buttermilk Channel.
I'm a beer girl, but the guys had a Westlake and a Fair Harbor. And then the food started coming.
Melt in your mouth popovers:
And my entree, fried chicken with cheddar waffles. Oh my goodness.
Abe got the veggie waffle plate:
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
A lot can be done with a ball of twine and a few bags of empty beer cans.
Brandy did everything else, including food fixin's for 35.
30 seconds in ... watch it vanish.