Travel to Syracuse: Where to get barbecue, your Asian food fix, and a cheap drink
I was invited to Syracuse University to give a lecture during the Asian and Pacific Islander Heritage Month of April. I’d never been to Syracuse, and all I knew was that it’s a college town in New York. Even though April is officially springtime, it was still pretty damn cold at nearly freezing temperatures. I had no idea what to expect with Syracuse, but a few fun facts I learned:
- Syracuse University’s mascot is an orange named Otto.
- My theory proves correct again: Koreans really are everywhere.
- You can still find a cheap drink in New York.
Day 1 in Syracuse
- Choring House
- Chuck’s Cafe
We arrived in Syracuse in the evening, and with the cold weather looming outside, I was craving a bowl of steaming hot soup. Upon a Syracuse faculty member’s recommendation and good online reviews, the hubs and I ventured to Choring House, a Korean restaurant housed in what seemed to be a former office building.
“How good can Korean food in Syracuse be?” we thought, entering the no-frills restaurant with zero expectations.
Even though the place was packed, we still weren’t convinced. We were seated in a back room, and a young Korean woman took our order. To our happy surprise, the chigae was tasty and hit the spot. Glad to see a Korean mom-and-pop shop is making it in Syracuse.
Afterwards, we wandered the college town streets and happened upon Chuck’s Cafe where yet again, we were happily surprised to find a heavy pour of Jameson on the rocks was less than a McDonald’s value meal. Gotta love those cheap college bars (I miss Austin.)
Day 2 in Syracuse
- Dinosaur BBQ
The most highly recommended place we try in Syracuse was a barbecue joint. Again, I was skeptical, considering we’re from the south where barbecue was born. The atmosphere of Dinosaur BBQ was great though, and the food wasn’t half bad (more on this later).
Day 3 in Syracuse
…And then we experienced the aftermath of eating barbecue the night before a flight.
But I believe in no regrets. But then again, maybe I say this because it wasn’t my stomach that was hurting.
Syracuse, you left us fond (and a little foul gastronomic) memories.