It's been like, three weeks since my last thrilling update. A lot has happened, but also nothing has happened. You know how that goes. This what I ate:
Chicken club sandwich and patatas brava at Olea
I think they thought this brioche bread was supposed to be a good idea, and maybe it could have been, but I think I just like regular toasted bread for my chicken club sandwiches. It was too fluffy.
Some sort of ceviche at Walter's in Fort Greene
I went to Walter's when I was feeling really sick. I figured that good food would make me better. It didn't, but it didn't make me more sick either. So there you go.
Steak and fries
And because I was feeling sick, I also ordered dessert, which I hardly ever do. This was a strawberry shortcake.
David made sushi
And I made lil' sushi tacos for myself with shiso leaves.
I also made a very lemon-y risotto
Fried chicken + duck fat biscuit + spicy honey
The Brooklyn Sandwich Society is now "Martha." I'm actually not really sure what changed about the restaurant besides the name. The menu seems really similar and the vibes are totally the same. Not complaining though. Any place that makes duck fat biscuits is fine by me.
Really good fried chicken
I was really tired and angry after work one day this week. I took the subway, bought this ice cream cone, ate it on my walk back home. I felt much better after that. I usually eat the ice cream just to get to the chocolate filled cone.
I forget what's in this cocktail. I just drink whatever they put in front of me and it's always good.
Burger at Brooklyn Public House
Brooklyn Public is technically just "alright." The food is usually good, but not stellar, it's not really that interesting of a place, and I always feel like I'm the only person there under the age of 30...but I really like it there. It makes me feel comfortable.
And their mussels are really good. So good that I had to make them myself the next night, but they weren't the same. Probably not enough butter or wine.
I think I've grown to like soft boiled eggs because I'm never patient enough to wait for them to boil all the way. They're perfect for toast. The yolk is so much richer and creamier.
Another day, another breakfast with toast and and a soft boiled egg. And some kale too, I guess. You know what, I still don't love kale. I don't know why I keep buying it.
I went to the Lobster Joint for their Happy Hour again. If I lived in Greenpoint, this place would be the end of me. This time i had the most perfect potato chips ever. So light and crispy, with just the right amount of salt. And they look so picturesque too. I mean, look at that photo--that's some Bon Appetit photo quality or something.