Around hour five, I became terribly exhausted from what felt like continuous marathon of chopping, sautéing, blending, grinding, broiling, stuffing, whisking, dipping, and frying. It was the most complex and curious chile relleno I'd ever laid eyes on and the flavor nearly bawled me over. Every bite revealed layers of flavor, from the salsa, pork stuffing, to the batter. Nothing was an aft...
Bushwick, named by the Dutch Boswijk for “town in the woods,” is no longer a town in the woods—it is a rapidly gentrifying section of Brooklyn southeast of tragically hip Williamsburg. Once one of the most blighted areas in town after the blackout lootings of 1977--at that time, it was characterized by empty lots, drugs, and arson, and the majority of residents who could leave, l...
It didn't start off as a quest. I had a job in the Flatiron section of Manhattan and I needed to eat cheaply. I'm not much of a brown bagger, and soups don't always interest me, so I began to search for the best places to find a meal for around $5. It became an obsession. See, Flatiron and the eastern part of Chelsea have some of the finest restaurants in the world, but they are far fr...