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I first heard of this famous food stand 15 years ago when a friend told me her sister brought a halal plate aboard a plane and stunk up the whole cabin. “Why would she choose that?” I said. “Because it’s worth it,” my friend said. I finally tasted The Halal Guys in 2006 when the then-boyfriend-now-hubs and I took a trip to New York. It was after midnight, and we stood in a line about 20 people deep, about half of whom were intoxicated. But whether sober or drunk, I

Good Japanese food is lacking in Midtown Manhattan, so what to do if you’re hit with a sudden craving for ramen or yakitori whilst trekking around the business center of New York City? There are two viable options, and if you’re lucky (or show up right as they open), your wait will be bearable. The first time my cousin took me to Totto Ramen was five years ago. We waited nearly 90 minutes for Saturday lunch, and it was a painful wait because there was really no place nearby to

All I can say is, best blueberry pancakes ever. And everyone knows it, too. The wait on weekdays can Be well over an hour. On weekends? Expect a two- to three-hour wait. The good thing is, like most establishments in New York, you can put your name and number on the wait list, and go somewhere nearby for coffee or cocktails (depending on your MO). The downside is, there aren’t too many options close by. I loathe waiting more than twenty minutes to be seated, but I’ll do so on

I’ve been to Baekjeong in L.A., but since my cousin who lives in New York had never been to either, we decided to dine here for dinner. The hubs and I were still pretty stuffed from our lunch at Pok Pok, but we couldn’t help ourselves and over-ordered. In addition to the usual beef combo consisting of short ribs (galbi), ribeye, and flank steak, we also ordered the beef tartare and “lunchbox,” which is basically your kim chi fried rice shaken up in a box before served. The meat is

Back to our regularly scheduled programming… In continuing my gastronomic adventures in New York, let’s talk about Brooklyn. It was my third venture down into this borough and the hubs’s first. We were looking forward to the brief escape from crowded Manhattan and decided to lunch at Pok Pok, a Portland-based restaurant serving up northern Thai-style food. Perhaps their most famous dish is the Vietnamese fish sauce chicken wings ($16), though I’ve tried them twice and, while they’re great, I think my caramelized fish sauce wings are superior. (The hubs

Call me boring, but my standard for xiaolongbao, or soup dumplings, is the ones from Joe’s Shanghai in New York. I’ve had excellent xiaolongbao in Vancouver, too, and of course, the best ones were probably those from Din Tai Fung in Taipei, but Joe Shanghai makes the most consistently tasty ones out of those I’ve had stateside. So when I had friends rave about the soup dumplings at Shanghai Cafe, I had to give them a try. We stopped in mid-afternoon on a Friday and were seated immediately. The place

Dominique Ansel is best known for his original cronet, which was a portmanteau of a croissant and donut. On this trip to New York, I had a meeting not too far from his eponymous bakery, and so I decided to try my luck at getting a cronut afterwards. We arrived at the bakery around 10:30 on a Friday morning and breathed a sigh of relief when the queue was short. Sadly, though, when it was our turn, the cronut had already sold out. We opted for a frozen s’more instead,

After imbibing at Please Don’t Tell, the hubs and I parted ways with our friends and wandered down the street looking for a bite to eat. We stumbled upon this yakitori-izakaya type. It looked crowded without a horrendous wait, so we decided to step in and give it a try. After about a five-minute wait, we were escorted to a table towards the back. Oh! Taisho seems like your straightforward Japanese snack and socializing kind of place. Service is quick and just friendly enough to warrant no complaints, but it’s

I’ve been trying to get into Please Don’t Tell (or PDT for short) since 2013. It seems like every time we make plans for it, we couldn’t get reservations. Yes, it’s just a cocktail bar, but it’s one of the first modern speakeasies that I’d heard of, and the fact that you have to enter the bar through a telephone booth inside a hot dog shop makes its charm quite attractive to both locals and tourists and, thus, difficult to get into. Speaking of reservations, to get one, the phone

David Chang’s Momofuku is an empire. And the Momofuku Milk Bar, in my opinion, is the crown jewel of that empire. Now, I’m not even a desserts gal, but Milk Bar does some crazy-creative stuff with sweets, and they’re delicious. While the crack pie (think cookie dough with oats and sugar and salt to the nth degree) is perhaps Milk Bar’s most popular dessert, I much prefer the corn cookie (hint: must love corn). One thing I can agree on, however, is the cereal milk. Imagine drinking the milk after

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