I spent two days of the first week of my new life seeking out really good food. I enjoy good food. This does not make me unique. I have not had much of an opportunity before to plan a whole day around acquiring good food, and boy did I enjoy it.
Day One: Tuesday, September 9, 2014
I started at Chelsea Market, which was not the planned destination but could not be skipped when I found myself across the street from it. There were many, many tempting foods, but since I had eaten breakfast not that long before arriving, I went practical. I tried to indulge at Doughnuttery, but six was the smallest quantity I could buy and that seemed extravagant, and might not leave me enough room for the other good food planned for the day. Nearby, I found Sohha Savory Yogurt, where I loved the Za’atar Bliss: tangy yogurt with za’atar (a middle-eastern spice mix), olive oil, mint, olives and tomatoes.
To work up an appetite before my next stop, I walked the length of The Highline. Finally, my plans to do so weren’t thwarted by rain, snow, sleet or hail.
I then walked over to Eataly, which I’ve been hearing about since it opened. Decided on full-fledged carnivore lunch from Rosticceria. I refrained from the gelato in order to walk over to the West Village for Big Gay Ice Cream. I learned about Big Gay Ice Cream from the authority that is Buzzfeed (I knew this list was legit when I saw it included Amy’s Ice Cream, my favorite ice cream in the US) and knew it was a must-stop for this trip. I gave into all of the hype (Food Network, Dessert Professionals) and ordered the most popular combo, the Salty Pimp (vanilla soft serve, chocolate shell, sea salt, dulce de leche). Salty-sweet ice cream. Need I say more?
Day One: Epilogue
I admit that on Wednesday morning I realized that accelerating from my office’s salad bar to yesterday’s meals, and from my few-times-a-week workouts to walking 6+ miles, pushed the limits of my stomach. After a great class at The Pilates Boutique, I needed a soothing lunch before the matinée of Kinky Boots.
Sometimes the universe sends you what you need. Yelp wasn’t helping me identify where to find chicken soup, so I decided to just walk out the door and see what I passed on my way to the theater. And I found a gem: Kung Fu Little Steamed Buns Ramen. Just like grandma’s chicken soup, if it came from Japan. Just the medicine the doctor ordered!
P.S. Turns out Lunch at The Highline is the modern version of the 1932 famous photo, Lunch atop a Skyscraper (New York Construction Workers Lunching on a Crossbeam). Next time I’ll try to do the image justice.