Please sir can we have some more?
A restaurant opening in the chandeliered halls of The Pierre, flagship of Taj hotels, held much promise for some unrepentant gorging, but we were tragically left empty mouthed at Sirio’s grand unveiling on Wednesday evening, with not a crumb going spare.
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The Lunch Hour
BuzzFeed Food is ready for your viewing pleasure. The new vertical, which launched today, is designed to appeal to people who cook food, eat food and/or like looking at pictures of food.
It’s safe to say that they have their bases covered.
As we reported last week, BuzzFeed Food is headed up by Read More
The long-running mystery of who’s behind the Twitter parody known as Ruth Bourdain—an amalgamation of the now-defunct Gourmet magazine‘s longtime editor Ruth Reichl and author/television personality Anthony Bourdain— received another jolt this week.
Back in June, the New York Observer published a piece by Manhattan restaurateur, blogger and soon-to-be-book-author Eddie Huang about Red Rooster chef Marcus Samuelsson, tied to the release of Samuelsson’s memoir, Yes, Chef. In it, Huang took a look at the cultural and culinary implications of Red Rooster, one of Harlem’s most critically hyped (and priciest) dining destinations.
Samuelsson did not take kindly to the piece then. And over a month and a half later, he’s still talking about it.
The first thing you notice is The Keg. Unless you serve on the party planning committee of a Columbia U. frat house, or work behind a bar, kegs aren’t something you see a lot of in New York City, let alone at the front of a restaurant on the eve of its debut.
The beer barrel is a fixture of Mission Chinese Food, the San Francisco transplant tucked into an inconspicuous storefront on Orchard Street. The restaurant is disguised as an average neighborhood Chinese joint, complete with a neon menu board and photographs of dishes in the window. False modesty is nothing new in the local food scene. A kegger is.
Chick-Fil-A is an Atlanta-based fast-food chain you may have heard of, whose chicken sandwiches have a cult following, but whose cult-like devotion to anti-gay causes have increasingly put them in the media spotlight. Except on Sundays. They are closed on Sundays.
All of this recently culminated in that telltale culture-news saturation point indicator, a withering segment about them on The Daily Show. And on Friday, The Jim Henson Company—which makes Muppet toys for Chick-Fil-As kids’ meals—cut ties with the company as well. So, how’s Chick-Fil-A fighting back?
As giant foodies (as in, we like food), as well as people who are interested in the intricacies of real life relationships (like the ones you see on reality television contests that involve rose ceremonies) we are very excited about this new NBC show that is currently being cast.
As the casting call says, “It’s a modern-day dating show that brings together everyone’s two favorite things: food and love.” These men must cook to win a woman’s heart. A modern day fairy tale, really, because we know that a way to a man’s heart is food, but the idea that women also enjoy eating food is a relatively new concept that even some third-wave feminists refuse to accept.
Bottom line: We bet a lot of lonely food truck dudes are going to go for this one.
Here’s the ad, via Craigslist:
This morning, The Observer published a column by culinary bon vivant, chef, restaurant-owner, and writer Eddie Huang on the matter of Red Rooster, the Harlem fine-dining restaurant serving the nu-soul food of culinary darling Marcus Samuelsson, whose memoir Yes, Chef comes out this week. The reaction has been—to say the least—fiery.
Now, Marcus Samuelsson himself has weighed in.
THE HIPPING POINT
Roberta’s of Bushwick, Brooklyn, has traditionally been the only restaurant that could ever inspire Manhattanites to take a safari out to the young, hip, and tres chic post-apocalyptic, post-Williamsburg neighborhood.
It is a restaurant that does not take reservations for most parties, which on a busy night, will lead to a wait of anywhere from half an hour to 90 minutes (if you arrive in the middle of a dinner rush). Compared to the other restaurants in the neighborhood, it is slightly pricey.
It has a radio station, and their own garden (with its own blog), and they make their own honey, too. It is also fairly well-regarded, and was undoubtedly instrumental in putting the neighborhood on the map for many people who’d otherwise never venture past the Bedford Stop.
Today, erstwhile New York Times food critic Sam Sifton took a break from his gig as the paper’s national editor to report on the existence of Blanca.
Blanca is a restaurant that sits behind Roberta’s.
Blanca is a restaurant with twelve seats.
Blanca is a restaurant in Bushwick with a $180 per person entry fee.
Babbo's Big Boy
Joseph Bastianich isn’t content being a mere Restaurant Man, as he’d have it. Or even a haute grocer.
“Hopefully, we’re going to change the way people consume,” he said, sitting at a table in Eataly, the Flatiron grocery store he opened in August 2010 in a partnership with Mario Batali, his mother, Lidia, and Italian businessman Oscar Farinetti. Before him was a plate of lentils and a glass of red wine. Asked about the rising price of food, he quickly fired off his reply in his distinctly outer-borough-bred baritone: “We’re going to change the balance of the plate. Less proteins, more carbs, more legumes, more rice, more barley. The era of cheap, abundant food is gone.”