The sun was out as I cruised down 2nd Avenue, and that's when I spotted two ladies pulling chicken tamales from a steamer on the corner of E. 97th St. Their steam warmed my face as I unfolded the banana leaves. I wanted them to be amazing. I wanted them to make up for
As we made our way from Manhattan to Queens, the cabbie began reminiscing about the Chinese food in Bangladesh: "It's different. It's not fast food there." And he told us about a place in New York that makes Bangladeshi-Chinese "75% close to the way we cook back home."
It was far and away the most hellish drive of the shift. It began in the post-circus crowd that was pouring out of Madison Square Garden and culminated in an impossible bottleneck at the Holland Tunnel entrance. I'll never know if my passengers made it to the dim sum I wanted them to try...
When I finally do taste the pastrami at Katz's, I know I won't be thinking of Harry and Sally - I'll be remembering the odd couple I took to La Guardia, who are living out their own 17 years and counting, stranger than fiction love story.
50-something restaurants, four boroughs, a sell-out crowd of very hungry New Yorkers, food bloggers and those who love them converged at Monday's Choice Eats extravaganza on Lexington Ave. I went with a very specific mission: to find the very best cabbie-friendly dishes on the Bacchanalian buffet.
Lemie, a supposedly shy cabbie who's been driving for seven years, opens up about his first fare (who tried to pay him with two cans of Folger's coffee) and the Puerto Rican restaurant he's been going to since he was in the womb.