I believe breakfast was invented by type-A Tolkienesque elves whose likes include: rising early, shaming others, staring into the horizon whilst scheming/accomplishing tasks, looking svelte, and picking up after themselves. The people who say it’s the most important meal of the day are of elvish ancestry. I never drank coffee much until I moved to New York City, the land of the caffeinated achievers. If I could choose my schedule, I would never eat food before 10:00am, and that food would be dinner. In real life, I have to leave the house by 8am, but I get hungry around 10am, with no way to eat. So, what to do?
At 7:30am, I make a smoothie.
This is a smoothie for those who don’t like fruit smoothies.
It’s savory, not too sweet, filling, kinda crunchy, and full of protein to start the day. My smoothie is not, to my knowledge, soylent, nor is it derivative of soylent. Though it is not soylent, I believe my smoothie is cutting edge. I believe my smoothie is a trendsetter, because after I invented my smoothie, I began to see drinks of oat in the fancier bodega aisles. My smoothie is called, The Oat Float.
For the first time in forever, I am excited about eating before 10am. These days, I rise with a hopeful sigh instead of a tired sigh.
Here’s the recipe.
- Three ice cubes
- A chopped-up frozen banana
- Two slices of frozen peach
- A teaspoon of coconut oil
- Two dollops of plain yogurt
- ¼ or so cup of oats
- A big spoonful of almond butter
- A tablespoon of fine coffee grounds
- A 1/3 cup of unsweetened vanilla almond milk
Put it in the blender, you’ll be energized till about noon. I know the coffee grounds part sounds crazy, and it is. Crazy delicious.0
Here’s 2013, starting with yesterday. December is Prosecco month in my book. You might observe I finally got over to local foodie favorite M.Wells at PS1, there was a successful Hot Chicken jaunt to Nashville, lots and lots of Pok Pok NY Ike’s fish sauce wings, roasted oysters off of Highway 101 from Tomales Bay, Gott’s Roadside in Napa, dim sum in San Fran, some bright spots in East Coast seafood such as incredible mussels from Long Beach Island, NJ post-Sandy, and a gift of free crab claws from Brooklyn Crab. This year I dined on fresh bread and homemade flan at an unbelievable potluck funeral service held on a commune in rural Vermont. I came late to the party with soup dumplings, jumped on the Moscow Mule bandwagon, I discovered some damn good vegan sushi this summer in Union Square, randomly amazing Vietnamese in Maspeth (Bunker), and this fall I fell in love with Swiss fusion at Trestle on Tenth. Best dessert of 2013: gelatinous grapefruit dessert at Zenkichi, pictured somewhere in there. Also, I cooked a lot this year. I promise.
What I am about to say is Southern sacrilege. I hail from the Mountains of East Tennessee and the Southern Appalachian region of Western North Carolina, where biscuits, grits and some form of cooked pork have been life-giving staples through centuries of hard winters, The War of Northern Aggression, lean economies, droughts and more hardships than a lot of other regions. Southerners have made breakfast into a balm to heal all spiritual and bodily wounds, starting the day with hearty offerings meant to carry a young farmer through through till dinner. But here’s the truth:
I never did like breakfast.
American breakfast, to be more specific. I’ll suffer through scrambled eggs, hash browns are improved by ketchup, oatmeal nor cream of wheat can I tolerate, cold cereal’s okay as dessert, but may no pancake ever cross the threshold of my lips. I’ve felt similarly unimpressed by french toast, waffles, toast, or biscuits. They’re all right I guess, but no match for the glories and wonders of lunch and dinner, when fruit can be made newly savory on the grill, or smokey meat melds into a sesame laden bun, or the crunch of crisp vegetables satisfy a craving so clean and pure. So I’ve been excited to live in New York City, where perhaps I can seek out breakfast alternatives like fried rice omelettes, dim sum delights, or who knows what other worldly meals I could discover to replace my eternal boredom for the Southern American standard?
One dish in particular has been on my list, and I finally crossed it off last week.
The Chinese rice porridge known as Congee.
I ended up at Congee Village last week, at 100 Allen St., after a desperate attempt to eat at Mission Chinese, a new hot spot for Lower East Side hipsters who love young, macho, renegade chefs. After 45 minutes, I could wait no more, but eventually did try the Kung Pao Pastrami, which I’ll save for a later post.
The early summer evening was growing alarmingly cooler, as dark clouds gathered overhead my mood took a turn, and I was dangerously close to entering the Bell Jar by the time we were finally seated at Congee Village. Turns out a cheery, bamboo furnished/tropical style/Midcentury quirk decor was the perfect fix to lift me out of my spiraling mood. The congee options are plentiful, and range from the conservative (chicken and black mushroom) to the more authentic (pig’s blood and sliced fish). After tucking into a $5 bowl of roast duck and meatball congee, I quickly realized why an entire continent begins their day with this hearty rice and water porridge. Adorned by a splash of vinegar and a dollop of soy sauce, sprinkled with ginger and scallions, this is life-giving mana, almost supernatural in its rejuvenatory properties. The warmth of this comforting dish soothed my chilled bones, and made me feel like Popeye after he eats a can of spinach. Its silky texture was extremely pleasing, and the flavors unfolded with fortifying, savory, peppery richness. Chicken Congee for the Soul is more like it.
With a spring in my step and the light once again returned to my eyes, I paid what felt like the most reasonable amount of money for any meal I’d had in Manhattan, and walked out into the Lower East Side to rejoin the land of the living.
This latest excursion only made me more curious about what culinary wonders lie beyond the typical diner breakfast. What other suggestions do you have for breakfast options that stray far from average American fare?
The five eating phases of moving to New York City:
Phase 1. Food Thrill-Seeking. Eat everything, everywhere. Make rookie mistakes, like grabbing a giant hoagie and attempting to eat it on the train. Three meals in a day translates into three new restaurants per day. The only rule is never eat at the same place twice. Enter a state of perpetual shock and awe with each exotic flavor. Discover a sixth taste, and name it “unctuami.” Gain 5-10 pounds, cancelling out increased level of daily activity. Render futile the term “walking it off.”
Phase 2. De-tox/Fruit and Vegetable Foraging. Spend the day planning a home-cooked meal and eating baby carrots. Switch to green tea. Discover the “salad bar” of pre-canned vegetables at sketchy and rudely staffed local chains such as Hale and Hearty or Chop’td. Become overwhelmed by starvation and restlessness on the subway ride home. Ditch all cooking plans. Discover vegan meatballs at ridiculously named vegetarian restaurant in your Brooklyn neighborhood. Buy a BPA-free water bottle in an attempt to lose “water weight.”
Phase 3. Setting Limits. Make declaration of Two Nights Out Per Week. Using simple math skills, add on days equal to Cook At Home Three Nights Per Week. x + Takeout = Cook on Sundays. Develop tricks of the locals such as buying a $2 bag of day-old bagels, to freeze and toast at one’s leisure. Rejoice at your adaptive abilities. Discover local parks and urban biking.
Phase 4. Becoming a Regular. Eat at the same establishment over 3 times in one month. Introduce yourself to the host and bartender. Purchase Rosetta Stone for Japanese, and introduce yourself again so you may be understood. Sit at a table, and then ask to be seated only at that table forever, sometimes waiting 1-3 hours for “your” table. Only eat after the dinner rush, or before the dinner rush. Order everything on the menu, decide on your favorite item, and continue to order that same item until it becomes known as your ‘usual’ meal. Smile hugely, and tip lavishly. Forget your cell phone and ask to use the restaurant’s landline. Get seated as an incomplete party, and while everyone stares anxiously at the empty seat, steadily order appetizers until the party is completed, and when you don’t get kicked out, declare victory.
Phase 5. Joining the Park Slope Food Co-op. Discover fresh salads, soups, and sandwiches at the small, friendly caterers down the street from work. Discover wonderful, friendly local coffee shop near work. Learn about grocery store delivery. Begin to eat like a normal person. Visit the Union Square farmer’s market and discover a new heirloom variety of jerusalem artichoke (similar to the other, but in red!). While there, drink hot grape juice. After five straight months of forgetting to visit the website for the Park Slope Food Co-Op precisely at 4:00pm on Sunday exactly two weeks before you are able to attend an orientation, suddenly and without warning, remember. Anticipate this final phase, and wait for the moment (two weeks from 4pm Sunday) when you will be henceforth, a New Yorker.
Cobble Hill/Boerum Hill/Carrol Gardens
Hanco’s- Superb, quick, friendly banh mi. Partner-in-Dine attempts to eat here daily.
Wild Ginger-Vegan pan-Asian, affordable and healthy.
Bino-Best spaghetti carbonara so far.
Verde-Not memorable Italian, but the patio was nice.
Ki Sushi-Excellent, Michelin-starred neighborhood sushi.
Pacifico-Only place ’round here that gets the michelada right, plus grilled corn con chile, queso fundido and yucca fries!
Bar Tabac- Former Heath Ledger hangout. Other actors and beautiful people spotted. Amazing hearts of palm salad, and pate to die for.
Sample-Dark wine bar, Spanish tapas, great drink specials. We go here almost every night.
Brooklyn Farmacy-There is no better coffee-chocolate egg cream. I defy you to find one.
Yemen Café-Copious meze, vibrant atmosphere, lamb falls off the bone, cheap eat.
Lobo- Bland attempt at Tex-mex food. Delicious tequila-based drinks.
Waterfalls-Under new ownership, unimpressive Mediterranean.
Karloff-Beet/dill ice cream totally works.
Chip Shop-Great beer selection, futbol on the telly, deep fried everything, loved it.
Café Luluc-Mediocre French, not returning for breakfast
Bien Cuit- Thrice baked almond croissants. Would eat here every day but for the Violet Beauregard syndrome.
BoCoCa’s- Excellent service, I became a regular after 2 visits. Morning hangout for the senior citizens of Cobble Hill. Ridiculously good bagels.
Board on Bond-Gorgeous atmosphere, but the food leaves something to be desired. Sat next to Joan Osborne. If God was one of us, he wouldn’t have eaten here.
The Golden Unicorn-Four Floors of golden dim sum heaven; best consumed with friends.
East Harbor Seafood Palace- Best dim sum of my life. Must learn Mandarin to get a good table. Working up to ordering the chicken feet.
Fatty Crab- Zak Pelaccio deserves every piece of press he gets. Pork belly and pickled watermelon rind salad? YES PLEASE
John Dory Oyster House-Intimidating and delicious, with a very basic, small menu and never did figure out who my server was. John Dory Oyster Stout is our current favorite NY beer.
Lower East Side
Kuma Inn-Best BYOB so far. Pan-Asian tapas for artsy types
Mehenata- Bulgarian bar with an ice room where one may consume unlimited amounts of vodka for 5 minutes. Also, incredible live music.
McDonald’s-2:00am pit stop before catching the train home. Regretted it later.
Anissa- Ate from Anita Lo’s kitchen, gaped at celebrities, dropped many Benjamins for stellar Asian-fusion. Hungry again the next day.
Veselka-Never gets old. Killer Eastern European fare for vegetarians, night owls, students, intellectuals, and me.
Sobakoh-Watched them pull my noodles with their hands! Better than it sounds.
Hasaki-2nd best sushi OF MY LIFE. Shhh, don’t tell anyone. There was only a 15 minute wait for dinner on Friday.
Mermaid Inn-During my oyster happy hour phase. That was a happy rut.
Hide-Chan-Ramen with strange, rich broth so crazy and amazing I had to make up a new word: Cramazing!
Darbar Grill-Haven’t found good Indian yet. This definitely wasn’t it.
Upper East Side
Candle Café-Vegan delicacies near my office.
Vermicelli- Interesting and cheap Vietnamese lunch specials. Watched a homeless guy pick food off of diners’ plates at the outdoor café.
Luke’s Lobster-Truly great lobster rolls, but ridiculous seating.
Café Mingala-Burmese food that was just okay.
Gobo-Vegan pan-Asian that’s fancier than Wild Ginger, and pricier.
PJ Melons- Where preppies go to drink decent draft choices and eat awesome burgers and fries.
Shake Shack- Braved the long lines for Danny Meyer’s greasefest. My cheeseburger verdict: Better than most, not as good as some. Greasy patty, but thin just how I like it. Onions, lettuce, tomato, and pickle were all shockingly fresh.
Pig Heaven- Rather pricey Chinese, but unique in some ways, and heavy on the pork as you might imagine.
Ayada-A revelation! Thai food I could eat every single day and never get bored. Goodbye pad thai, hello crispy duck panang and salted fish with greens.
Testaccio-overrated, overpriced Italian, although the roasted artichoke with olive tapenade was pretty great.
Al di La-Justin Timberlake and me ate here. Really, really amazing Italian in a beautiful atmosphere.
Campo di Fiore-We eata the pizza. Capiche?
Blue Ribbon- BEST OYSTERS OF MY LIFE, and super-sweet bartenders.
Mezcal’s-There were some spicy micheladas with bright green salt on the rim, and they kept coming, and coming. . .
Guiseppina’s- $20 for pizza? Can it really be that good? Yes. It. Can.
Pies n Thighs-Who knew hipsters could make the best fried chicken and pie on planet Earth? For serious. And I’m from NC.
Pete’s Candy Store-might have kind of gotten kicked out of this rude bar. Keep forgetting to write a letter.
Moto- Is it French-inspired? Not sure. I think it was pretty good, though.
M. Shanghai-A pleasant introduction to Shanghainese cuisine. Will return for pickled cucumbers and great prices.
Smorgasburg-Ate the best lobster roll of my life. Drank the most incredible soda I’ve ever tasted (grapefruit/rosemary), entered but didn’t win the cherry pit spitting contest. That was a fun day.
Peter Pan- Toasted coconut doughnut was the gateway drug. Been back several times.
Five Leaves- Heath Ledger’s best legacy. Giant black arugula salad, friendly hipsters, the best bathroom in NYC. And also oysters. And charcuterie. And the best cappuccinos since Italy.
Manhattan Inn-Most romantic piano bar I’ve ever been to. Incredible burgers. Felt like I was in a dream, or another decade.
Whew! I need a cigarette. Or a gym membership. More to come!
Truthfully, there were multiple last meals in Asheville. There was a week of final meals. But the winner for BEST last meal in Asheville goes to. . .
The Market Place!
I decided to get real local with it, and I’d heard they had a shift in menu and vision and decor, and when my friend wanted to have one last date night blowout before I left, we headed on over to Asheville’s quaintest thoroughfare, Wall Street.
I highly recommend the Market Place. They’ve recently lowered their prices more than a tad, and their new paint job exceeds the old “In Living Color” palate. The old Market Place design had me thinking Damon Wayans was going to walk around the corner holding a pickle in a jar. And if you don’t get that reference, you’re too young/old. But now the mood has shifted into a classier, more muted design, and their menu continues to find new expanses of creativity within the confines of a ’100 mile radius’ ingredient list.
I wouldn’t necessarily recommend the Thai beef lettuce wrap appetizer, however. There were some high points, like the local Bibb lettuce and refreshing snap of crunchy radish, but the beef, grass-fed and a life of joyfully bounding local meadows notwithstanding, was under-spiced and harkened back to the days of “hamburger surprise” with a bland, general hamburger flavor that overwhelmed any Asian accents.
When perusing the dinner menu, however, the choice was clear. There will be lamb.
Stifling nervous giggles of manic indulgence, we both ordered the same main course. This is mostly unheard of in my daily life, but every now and then, just on special occasions or when dining with people besides my Partner-in-Dine, we will go for it. On this night, we were so glad we did.
Plates were actually licked clean. Heavenly spiced lamb shank, falling off the bone like Mama never made, this meal was a serious effort by chef William Dissen. Smothered in a local parsley-cilantro rub, this was lamb that turned off all non-lamb based conversation like a faucet. Crisp, grilled asparagus paired perfectly and a flavorful root-vegetable mash soaked up all da juices with absolutely zero watery blandness that befalls so many root mashes before it.
Also try: house-made pickles never disappoint, always a couple of great vegetarian options on the regular menu, and white gazpacho is a revelation on that most refreshing of summertime soups.
20 Wall Street, Asheville, NC 28801 Dinner – Monday through Saturday from 5:30pm – Until. Lunch – Tuesday through Saturday from 11:30am – 2pm. Entrees: $7-$11 for lunch, $18-25 for dinner
Here’s a not so hypothetical question for you. If you had only one meal to eat in Asheville, where would it be? In seven days, I’m leaving this lovely mountain retreat for the bright lights and big flavors of New York City. The countdown has begun. But I’m stumped; where do I eat my final meal? For the past two weeks, living on my own, couch surfing, I’ve spent nights sharing meals at various dinner tables with dear friends, and days grabbing fruit and salads and Greenlife. For a final week, however, this does not suffice.
Should I keep it Southern, since I know there will be a drought of grits and endless sweet tea in my future? Do I go Asheville vegetarian, stay downtown or stick with old faithfuls like Papas and Beer? I’d love to know where you would take your final holy sacrament in this most epicurean of Appalachian towns.
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Stay tuned for a thrilling, death-defying culinary pilgrimage to the Apple that is Big.17