The June issue of Whole Living is just about to hit the newsstands, and with it, my article on cilantro, the only herb capable of evoking Shakespearean-level passions. (To Eat or Not to Eat?) But oh, so beautiful, no? Sneak peek above.
Wondering, as you prepare for a party, if your tablecloth needs a tablecloth.
This month marks my first two-fer: A cover article on Berlin in the May-June issue of Budget Travel, and my debut “Key Ingredient” column (on the lemon, the selfless workhorse of the kitchen), in the May issue of Whole Living. Neither is currently available online, but that’s all the more reason to run out and pick up a copy now!
Since the day it opened five years ago, Market Table has managed to make its patrons feel equal parts neighborhood regular, minor celebrity, and beloved youngest grandchild of an Italian nonna, who worries you’re still hungry.
“This is the best appetizer ever!” the busboy whispers with a grin as he delivers your plate of scallop and marrow tacos, and with the first slick, sweet-and-salty bite, you realize he’s right.
Turning challah dough into a Christmas fruitcake. Challahs for Jesus? Is there a law against this? (Should there be?)
Certain spots in New York feel lifted straight from a film set, and none more so than ramshackle little Azuri. Bustling street corner in already filled-to-the-brim Hell’s Kitchen? Check. Noir parade of regulars shouting at each other in English, Hebrew, and Spanish? You got it. Curmudgeonly chef-owner, Ezra Cohen, with a heart of gold who gives you the cold shoulder for having stayed away too long before relenting and kissing your hand?
Step into a kinder world, a place where everyone speaks in a musical hush, where homesick businessmen linger for hours over a post-prandial bottle of port without the check ever being slapped down, and where the waiters are so concerned with your well-being that you fear they won’t sleep at night if you don’t eat every last bite of your meal.
Check out my latest article for Budget Travel, on Hell’s Kitchen, the most international food neighborhood in Manhattan. Skeptical? I was too… but a few weeks of pavement-pounding back in June convinced me that HK really has something special going on. Fifth-generation Greek bakeries. Hole-in-the-wall falafel and torta joints. The only Russian restaurant in the city (pace Brighton Beach) capable of transporting me back to Moscow. The article isn’t yet available online, so keep print alive by running out and buying a copy today!