• i am a country bumpkin,  pure carbs

    Chowing at the Circleville Pumpkin Show

    I grew up ten minutes from Circleville, Ohio, and have such fond memories of going to the Circleville Pumpkin Show as a kid that flying home to Ohio from NYC every year for it just seems natural. And I’m not alone in my venture: millions of people come from all over to world simply to visit “the best free show on Earth”. My friends and I are pretty up front about the fact that there’s nothing to do at the Pumpkin Show but eat. Luckily, we don’t need another reason to go. This year’s feast included: Deep-fried Buckeyes. Buckeyes being Ohio’s state nut. Except that these are peanut butter balls…

  • american,  east village,  restaurant reviews

    Restaurant Review: Mama’s Food Shop

    I really love when a restaurant inspires huge reactions from my friends, especially when they rely on me to choose the restaurant for us. To my delight, they kept talking about our Friday night trip to Mama’s Food Shop in the East Village for days. Unfortunately, no one was saying anything good. Eating at one of Mama’s tables feels like eating at the apartment of one of your most eclectic hipster friends if you have the sort of friends who keep nude pictures of their mothers on bookshelves at the heads of their tables. And if your friend serves you lukewarm comfort food cafeteria-style from metal pans. I was there…

  • american,  flatiron,  restaurant reviews

    Restaurant Review: craftbar

    Our first visit to craftbar was so outstanding that my boyfriend and I decided a couple of weeks later to visit for his birthday to try more of the menu. We had opted for the large charcuterie plate to start the first time around and regretted not getting to taste more appetizers, so this time, we went for three starters: Pecorino fondue with acacia honey and hazelnuts The “fondue” wasn’t liquid by the time it got to our table, but the sweetness of the honey was a treat, and the hazelnuts were hugely complimentary. Pecorino-stuffed risotto balls The risotto balls seemed like they’d be easy on the palate, but once…

  • food porn,  pure carbs,  sweets

    Burger King Cupcake Sundae Shake

    If you, like me, are saddened by your ability to only purchase egg nog one month out of the year, this is your lucky day. After seeing less apathy more cake‘s photo of it on Chains of Love, I decided I probably couldn’t survive the week without tasting Burger King’s new Cupcake Sundae Shake. I first tried the BK website, which doesn’t list it on the nutritional information with the other desserts. I then called the BK around the corner from my office, which didn’t pick up their phone. Finally, I spoke to a representative at BK headquarters, who helpfully informed me that it’s a national item that should be…

  • italian,  restaurant reviews,  williamsburg

    Restaurant Review: Motorino Williamsburg (the original, sucka)

    I haven’t read a single negative review of Brooklyn’s Motorino yet in the year it’s been open. With my apartment literally around the corner from it, I was as excited as anyone to see a hip, sit-down, candlelit pizzaria open in a neighborhood full of ones you’d never take a date to unless it was specifically because you never planned to ask him out again and wanted him to know it. When it comes to ambiance, Motorino is the best thing the Graham Avenue L train stop has going for it. Dark wood, cozy but not overcrowded quarters, a nice outdoor deck area, and a good-looking waitstaff who isn’t afraid…

  • midtown east,  restaurant reviews,  vietnamese

    Restaurant Review: Boi Sandwich

    I was just living my life one day, heading to pick up dinner at Boi to Go–a Vietnamese fast-food-type offshoot of the original Boi just a few blocks away from my boyfriend’s apartment in Midtown–when I saw that the location had closed early. Horrified that I might have to dine on another slice of tasteless pizza, I read the sign more closely and found that an even newer Boi had opened on 3rd Ave. between 44th and 45th. It meant backtracking three whole blocks, but I decided to give it a go. That was half a year ago, and I’m still loving it just as much as I did that…

  • pure carbs

    “Top Chef: Just Desserts”

    “Variety” is reporting that a new “Top Chef” spinoff called “Just Desserts” is casting this week. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS? • No more chefs complaining that they “don’t do desserts”. • No more effing scallops in every. single. appetizer. • No more chefs choosing to serve a three-course menu without a single dessert in sight because they don’t want to screw it up and get sent home. • No more Padma saying that everything is too sweet, because you know they’ll actually get some judges who aren’t afraid of contracting the sugarbetes. • No more chefs coming with one practiced dessert up their sleeves that they continue to…

  • totally fake food

    Alice Abrams Could’ve Gotten Me to Eat My Vegetables as a Kid

    My best friend sent me a link last night to photos from Boston’s Bunker Hill Community College art gallery exhibit, “Eat the Art”. It’s not quite as exciting as you’d think–nothing here is actually edible–but it did expose me to Alice Abrams, a ceramic artist who deals in my favourite sorts of sugary treats. Unbalanced Diet 1 I’ll Just Have a Salad As someone who basically refuses to eat uncooked greens unless they’re the starter before a giant steak, the second photo warms my heart.

  • flatiron,  french,  pure carbs

    The City Bakery’s Pretzel Croissant Ain’t No Pretzel

    I didn’t love the pretzel croissant. It has its own website. People who care about food gush about it. But I was unimpressed. It was flaky, buttery, light, and bread-flavoured, which are all of the things a croissant should be. So maybe the problem is that I like pretzels much more than I like croissants, and this was no pretzel. There was no thick pretzel skin, no dense pretzel insides, and no salt in sight, let alone the chunks of crystals I want to see. But it was a good croissant, and I was still finding butter flavor trapped in between my fingers for hours after eating it. Don’t ask…