As the recession slowly brings evolution into a reversal, shouldn’t we all indulge in more manly, beastly pleasures? Like goat meat? (FYI, my editor bet that I couldn’t use the phrase “goat meat” more than thrice in one article without sounding suggestive. Enjoy.)
Unfortunately, the hot pink goat which graced the front of Cabrito until recently, has actually been stolen. But this doesn’t mean that the restaurant will lose its title as a haven for those who crave the gamy flavor of rich, greasy goat meat. The loss of his inanimate pink friend has not stopped chef Dave Schuttenberg from creating a dish to honor a meaty companion. Goat meat.
So this is going to be kind of like a spotlight, kind of food news, and just another recession reference in the long line of ‘hard times’ jokes that everyone feels obliged to talk about.
Sandro’s Italian restaurant, Sandro Fioriti’s eponymous Upper East Side place, has decided to really put itself out there for its own version of the recession special. It’s a nice place, where the pastas and entrees — a variety of genuine Roman fare — usually range from $12 and up.
However, Sandro himself has chosen to tie the price of its daily pasta special to the Dow Jones. So, for example, yesterday, the Dow closed at 6594.44, so the pasta special was $6.59. Imagine how much you’ll cheer for a complete economic meltdown when you’re planning on going out for Italian food. Salute!
Eric Ripert spits on your Mother’s recession. Le Bernadin is the next in line for the Zagat Vintage Dinners (where New York restaurants create a meal inspired by the great cuisine of the 19th century) and is, perhaps the most exciting. Look at this description floating around the Interweb:
“On Monday, March 9th, Chef Eric Ripert will transform the Salons at Le Bernardin into a turn-of-the-century Paris cabaret for a black tie soiree complete with dinner, dancing and general frivolity. Donned in period attire, the staff will serve revelers a candle-light champagne dinner, while performers sing a repertoire of French cabaret tunes.”
Have you ever wondered what that spice is in your falafel, giving it some je ne sais quoi quality, something sine qua non, something “kish mir en toches” delicious? Well, if you’ve been eating the tasty chickpea treats at Tahini, turns out that the indescribably “¡Qué rápidamente pasa la vida!” flavor was rat poison.
Just kidding, it probably wasn’t rat poison. But for some reason, Tahini on 3rd Avenue has been closed by the DOH (I love how it’s also the Commissioner of Mental Hygiene: “Sorry, restaurant, your workers have dirty minds”). Anyway, you’ll probably have to find another falafel-teria in the meantime, while they sort out the reason for shutting it down.
Imagine that during your evening commute, you could enjoy the supple, smooth, velvety taste of peanut butter without paying a cent. No, it’s not George Washington Carver’s wet dream, but a real possibility thanks to the desperate National Peanut Board. In an attempt to regain public trust in salmonella-laced peanut butter, the Board is giving away a bunch of peanut products in Grand Central Terminal today from 8 a.m. to 7:30 p.m.
Think about delicious peanut butter candies, apple dippers, and the soft crunch of brittle as you walk through the hallowed halls of Grand Central Terminal. “I have to catch my train to DeliciousTown,” you’ll say to the world around you, “population meeeeee!” And that line will also make for a great conversation starter in your new asylum. Aren’t we all a bit Nuts 4 Nuts?
I’m constantly looking for ways to exploit exotic animals, which is why I just bought a bunch of Whole Foods stock. We can all agree that chicken eggs are a delicious part of any breakfast. But imagine the potential of a much larger bird, a bird that weighs between 40-100 pounds and can run at 31 mph. Imagine what that would do for the resilience and flavor of its eggs, compared to the slight 10 pounds of the largest chicken.
Whole Foods on Bowery has always had exotic eggs for sale, but they’ve really outdone themselves. Yes, they’ve chosen to harvest the delicious menses of the Australian emu, which produces eggs as large as avocados and equivalent, some say, to 14 jumbo chicken eggs. And they have an eerie alien speckled green color. And it’s competitively priced, at only $29.99.
I know, you said you were giving up large flightless Southern Hemisphere bird eggs for Lent. But with an offer this good, even Jesus might even let this one go.
It’s not every day that you can get amphibian meat for a steal these days. That’s why the Deluxe Food Market in Chinatown has become such a hotspot; they’re offering this meat, claw-on, for real cheap.
Of course, there’s been a lot of internet debate about whether this is alligator or crocodile (it was posted on Serious Eats as crocodile, but it’s probably alligator). $3.99 for leg meat? That’s an amazing price, I think! For alligator or crocodile!
Just imagine how fun it would be to have a claw! You could hide it in your sleeve and shake people’s hands with it and scare the crap out of them. Seriously, it’s like a food and a toy at the same time. Great for the kids, too!
We’re back like we left our keys. Let’s delve right into the third installment of the Wednesday wine list…
1. Latitude 41 Sauvignon Blanc - Coming in at just under our $20 threshold, but worth every penny. An exemplary New Zealand sauvignon blanc that’s made with a combination of grapes from the always-stellar Marlborough region and combines that with grapes from the Nelson region. You’ll get hit with all kinds of tropical fruit, vanilla, and of course the requisite gooseberry. Combine all this with the eye-catching bottle and you have the perfect wine to give as a gift. But seriously, you should enjoy some yourself first.
Upper West Side crustacean-lovers have been smacking their chops since early fall when word spread that the popular downtown seafood establishment would be opening a location on the Upper West Side. And as of tonight, they won’t have to wait any longer.
According to NYmag, the new Fatty Crab UWS will seat 74 people, and some cool features pertaining to the décor include “a black steel bar outfitted with a dozen drafting stools (there’ll be twenty outdoor seats come spring)…caged industrial fans, salvaged metal chairs, and a mural of Kuala Lampur.”
It may be a bad time to be an investor, but it’s not a bad time to be a cow. No, not a bad time to be a cow at all. Bloomberg.com’s Lee J. Miller reports that “Meat-eaters are trading down from beef and pork in favor of chicken as consumers pare their food costs…”
This could lead to a surge in profits for the embattled poultry industry, but it spells bad news for those who raise livestock for a living: “The switch will squeeze beef and pork producers, while chicken sellers may gain from the quest of ‘cheaper protein’” according to Deutsche Bank.