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More delicious pizza in the South Slope.

April 2, 2012 Leave a comment

There was a lot of (well-deserved) hype surrounding the opening of Giuseppina’s, the off-shoot of Lucali’s in Carroll Gardens.  But there is another contender for delicious pizza in the South Slope/Greenwood Heights vicinity that’s been under the radar.

If you haven’t tried yet, check out Pauline and Sharon’s.  While a different style pizza is offered making a direct comparison unfair, Pauline and Sharon’s does deliver which should count for some bonus points somewhere in the evaluation process (you can pick up your pies at Giuseppina’s if you don’t feel like dining in but no delivery).

The puttanesca pie is amazing.  If that’s not enough salty goodness for you, add a Caesar salad which comes with house-made dressing chock full of anchovies.  Word on the street is that the tacos are outstanding.  Will have to give it a try soon.

Finally! Good Chinese Food in Park Slope!

March 16, 2012 Leave a comment

Park Slope is a great place to live — proximity to Prospect Park, beautiful brownstones, good schools, relaxed watering holes, etc.  However, it is definitely lacking in good, reasonable restaurants.  Sure, you could blow a wad at Al Di La or Blue Ribbon for a great meal, but is that what I plan to do every Wednesday night after work?  (Don’t worry.  There are those who do.)

While many Park Slopers fancy themselves “foodies” or otherwise knowledgeable about organic-free range-local-artisinal this and that, the reality, based on the eateries in the nabe, is that there are a good number of people paying lots of money night after night for mediocre take out and delivery food.  This is especially true for ethnic food.  There is no good Indian restaurant.  All of the sushi and banh mi joints are run by ethnic Chinese folks, which alone doesn’t discredit the establishments, but do they compare to the real thing?  No.

But at last!  Some quality Chinese food exists in the ‘hood.  Tofu on 7th has been on 7th Avenue between 3rd and 4th Streets for a good number of years now.  The name speaks to its history of catering to the large number of vegetarians in the area, but don’t let it be a misnomer for its current iteration.

Recently, a new chef has been hired and real Szechuan food can be had from its kitchen.  The decor is a bit blah, and I’ve never observed many people eating in.  Go for delivery and order off the Szechuan menu (there is an American menu available for all your greasy, overly sweet favorites but just skip it).  My favorites so far have been the Ma Po Tofu (with pork), “Kung Pao Style” chicken, tea smoked duck and “Hot Pepper Style” beef.  I hope more people discover this joint as I would love for it to stay as is for years to come.

Clam Roll at the Sea Witch

March 13, 2012 Leave a comment

Believe the hype.  The clam roll at the Sea Witch is damn tasty.  For only $11 (which by NYC standards is a pretty good deal), you get a bun overflowing with tasty fried clams.  Add some delicious, crispy fries as a side, and you’ve got yourself a full meal.

Sea Witch Clam RollNothing pairs better with clam rolls and fries than a good rotating group of draft beers, which the Sea Witch has plenty of.  We heard from other patrons that the burger there is pretty decent.

The atmosphere is laid back — very neighborhood feel even with the nautical theme and giant aquarium.  I hope the quality of the clam roll keeps up as the area becomes more popular.  The backyard is going to be great once it gets warm enough.

Restaurant Review: The Vanderbilt

November 11, 2010 Leave a comment

Sharing is caring, and nothing beats ordering lots of small (and large) plates to share over quality cocktails and craft beers at the Vanderbilt.

The Vanderbilt is located on the rapidly gentrifying stretch of Prospect Heights along Vanderbilt (naturally) Avenue.  The space is rather large for the neighborhood with high tables in the front, a bar in the middle and more traditional tables with chairs and banquettes in the back.  Try to get a table in the back.  It’s cozier and your back will thank you.  There is also seating outside during the warmer month.

Upon entering, we were greeted by a friendly hostess who seated us immediately even though our party wasn’t complete.  Hint: the place is a bit of a scene the later the night gets, so if you get there around 7:00 pm, you’ll get a table before the restaurant gets too packed.

Part of the reason the place becomes a late night scene is the cocktail list.  If you are looking to get hammered a la recent college graduates living in Murray Hill, these aren’t the cocktails for you.  While a bit on the pricey side, the drinks follow the current cocktail trend of showing off craftsmanship with good ingredients.  There is also a good list of craft beers and wines if you want something a bit lighter.

We ordered a number of items to share from the hors d’oeuvres, small plates and large plates sections of the menu.  One of the table’s favorites was the Serrano ham croquettes.  A crispy yet light outside crust gave way to an oozy, cheesy goodness on the inside with a salty, porky finish.  A tomato salad (that has since been replaced with a more seasonal fall salad with sweet potato and faro) was a nice accompaniment.

The steamed baby blue island clams were also another fan favorite.  The little clams were cooked just right — salty and sweet bursts of tender clam in every bite that reminded one of being at the beach.  The broth was just as delicious with some heat from red chili flakes.  We kept getting refills on bread until it was all sopped up.

The crispy pork belly with green papaya salad received good praise for its nod to the Southeast Asian balance of salty, sweet, sour and bitter.  The pork belly’s crisp outside gave way to a velvety soft inside.  The accompanying green papaya salad added great contrast with texture and brightness from the citrus.  The underlying fish sauce tied the pork and salad together.

We also tried some other dishes including the duck rillette and the brandade spread.  While both were satisfactory, they did not measure up to the other dishes.  I think they were both lacking that particular “oomph” one expects from such dishes.  It seems the other ingredients in the dishes masked any potential for more potent duck and brandade flavors to come through.

Service was attentive and friendly throughout the meal.  Water was refilled constantly (full disclosure: one of my pet peeves is having to ask for water to be refilled in restaurants) and they brought us as much bread as we wanted to slop up all the yummy sauces on the dishes.

If you want to check out what a fantastic neighborhood Prospect Heights is (and its potential for future growth) or just want to share a fun meal with friends, head down to the Vanderbilt for a fine evening out.

Brooklyn Represent!: Red Hook Ball Field Vendors

October 7, 2010 1 comment

I’m not the first, and certainly won’t be the last, to sing the praises of the Red Hook vendors.  The food vendors at the Red Hook ball fields have received extensive coverage on the internet, which you can read about here, here and here.

Red Hook is a neighborhood in South Brooklyn that should be known for its old school Brooklyn charm, art scene and views of the water but is, sadly, more known as being home to the only IKEA in New York City.  Red Hook is also notorious for its lack of transportation options.  Unless you have a car, you’ll find yourself relying on the B61 bus or the IKEA shuttle or schlepping a bit from the F/G trains at Carroll Gardens or Smith/9th Street.

For those of you unfamiliar, the Red Hook vendors started off humbly enough in the 1970’s.  Semi-pro soccer games at the local recreational fields drew a good crowd of players and spectators from various Latin countries.  Food vendors popped up to feed the masses after realizing that there was a sizable market of people who craved treats from home countries like Mexico, Colombia, El Salvador and Guatemala.

Over the years, the makeshift “stalls” (read: tables underneath tarps set up in front of vans or cars) then became more well-known than the soccer games.  More recently, with growing popularity thanks to foodies and blogs (whoops!), the Department of Health cracked down on the vendors with city regulated food preparation guidelines, and many vendors were forced to buy and operate out of food trucks, which cost around $50,000 each.

While many lament the loss of the “authentic” stalls and question the growing number of “outsiders” showing up every weekend (like many neighborhoods in Brooklyn, Red Hook has gentrification issues), there is no doubt that the food is still authentic and delicious.  But no food can be declared worthy until one of the members of Allegations of Deliciousness judges it so.

The vendors are usually open every Saturday and Sunday from May until October, with October 31 being the last day for 2010.  Hoping not to miss out this year, I went last weekend to try out the pupusas from El Olomega.  A pupusa is traditional Salvadorian dish made with thick, hand-made corn tortilla filled with cheese and meat/beans/veggie.  I got mine with cheese and beef while Edna Krabappel got her’s with cheese and spinach.

Pickled cabbage (I gave my share to Edna since I can’t stand cabbage), pickled jalapenos and a not-so-spicy tomato sauce accompanied the pupusas.  They were both delicious.  The pupusas were not too heavy despite their thickness.  The outside had a slight crisp before giving into the fluff of the tortilla and melty, cheesey goodness inside.  The beef was well seasoned while the spinach melded well with the cheese.

If you live in New York City and have yet to visit the Red Hook vendors, hurry down and try.  Other vendors sell huaraches, tacos, ceviches, elotes and fresh pressed juices.  You only have a few more weekends to enjoy before the trucks close down for the season.

Road Trip Montreal: Cake Wars

September 16, 2010 1 comment

Sticking to our inadvertent Montreal-based theme for the day, I provide you with the following review of select Montreal restaurants written by one of my regular dining companions, known on these pages as Kristen Wells.

So I had this bet.  The prize was a slice of one of the most delicious cakes in the borough of Brooklyn:  Cake Man Raven’s red velvet.  (Scrape off some of the over-abundant frosting and thank me later.)  Some controversy arose, however, surrounding the terms of the wager and my betting partner – let’s call him T-Bone – and I did what all reasonable people do in these situations.  We went double or nothing.

The subsequent bet was not, strictly speaking, a true double or nothing, as T-Bone and I agreed two slices of cake was more than either of us wanted to eat (at least in one sitting).  How, then, to double?  We decided the loser would have to (1) buy the winner a slice of the best cake in Brooklyn (i.e., the original prize) and (2) research, identify and buy the winner a slice of the best cake in a city of the winner’s choosing, and coordinate the logistics of the associated trip. 

I talked a whole lotta trash that week, sending T-Bone pictures of cake possibilities from around the world.  Boston cream pie?  Jamaican black cake?  Parisian madeleines?  Whatever city would I choose?  Thankfully, I would indeed eat cake and not crow;  I won the bet and picked Montreal.

They say “to the victor go the spoils,” but in my case, the loser’s burden of travel-foodie research may have been a spoil.  I love to study up on destinations, mapping out what to see, eat and experience.  I had to summon all of my (Wonder Woman) powers to restrain myself and not research Montreal’s cake options.  I called upon my faith in T-Bone, that he would live up to his end of the bargain and, despite his disinclination for such granular planning, investigate thoroughly enough so we’d enjoy the best cake as recommended by sources other than Yelp.  That said, I couldn’t help myself entirely and made one dinner reservation.  Since the rez was for dinner and not cake, I figured I wasn’t diminishing T-Bone’s burden as loser of the bet.

I’m happy to say T-Bone came through like a champ.  Leading up to the trip, I posed the philosophical question about how I’d be able to determine if the cake T-Bone chose was, in fact, the best in the city.  If it’s the only cake I sampled, how could I really judge?  To round out the experience and provide some comparative data, T-Bone picked three destinations (for two days in the city).

As it turns out, one of his choices must’ve been very popular.  We arrived within the operating hours of Cocoa Locale, but the doors were locked.  They’d sold out of that day’s batch of baked goods.  No worries, as our next destination was nearby:  La Croissanterie Figaro

First, we had a late lunch, and my goat cheese and tomato quiche was excellent –really flavorful with perfectly roasted tomatoes and a tender, buttery crust.  As for dessert, T-Bone indicated the “go to” order was chocolate mousse cake, with a possible second place for carrot.  I looked at T-Bone quizzically because I warned weeks prior that I’m not fan of chocolate cake.  Was it wise to steer me in that direction?  We ordered one of each and, lo and behold, the chocolate mousse cake was phenomenal.  (The carrot was good, too, but really didn’t compare to the chocolate.)  Layer upon layer of a soft and light chocolate cake, smooth chocolate mousse that was a bit richer with chocolate than the cake, and a frosting that upped the chocolate ante, all dusted with really good cocoa powder.  I’m not a fan of chocolate cake, but this was hella good.  +1 for T-Bone.

The next day we ventured to the most charming croissant shop I’ve ever stepped foot in, Kouign Amann, named for the Breton cake we’d be sampling.  A tiny store with fresh baked goods on a couple of shelves, bakers in flour-dusted aprons forming croissants by hand behind the counter, and a really friendly and lovely woman working the register.  T-Bone is a big fan of croissants and I’d told him I don’t really understand them.  The ones I’ve had in the U.S. just don’t seem to be worth the fat expenditure.  Trying a warm, fresh croissant from Kouign Amann, however, has made me a believer.  Make this a must-stop on your next trip to Montreal. 

But that’s not why you came.  We weren’t sure what Kouign Amann cake is exactly, but we got one to share.  It looks like…this picture.  It tastes like sweet, buttery bread baked with a slightly caramelized crust.  Sounds simple, but the layering creates a really pleasing texture that I couldn’t replicate if I tried.  This cake was unique and, if you like buttery, sweet, baked goodness – and who doesn’t?  – you’re going to be really happy with Kouign Amann from Kouign Amann.  (I keep typing it because I’m still trying to figure out how to pronounce it.  Kouign Amann.  ?)  +2 for T-Bone.

Our last night in Montreal was the night of my one contribution to the chowhound itinerary, dinner at Au Pied du Cochon.  Although I’d read and warned T-Bone that we should arrive amply hungry, the afternoon cake (and, don’t tell, but later a shared almond croissant) kept me satiated for a long time.  Sadly, I wasn’t terribly hungry by reservation time so didn’t order as many dishes as I might have wished.  We shared a great blue cheese, apple, and endive salad.  For mains, I ordered a swordfish special and T-Bone ordered one of the more notorious entrees:  Duck in a Can.  My fish was amazing.  Perfectly cooked with a salty, buttery cream sauce, mushroom, and beans.  A combo I would’ve raised an eyebrow at had I known in advance, but it was really delicious.  Probably the best thing I’d had since the crab and jalapeno spaghetti at Del Posto.  About the Duck in a Can, you can Google search it to learn about the unusual preparation and presentation.  (Actually, here you go:  All you need to know is when they poured the can out, I thought “Goodness gracious, that’s a lot of food.  T-Bone might get halfway through that.”  Fast forward a bit and I thought “O.M.G. that must’ve been really delicious.  I can’t believe he ate the whole thing.” 

Seriously.  Did you watch the video?  T-Bone ate THE WHOLE THING.  That’s how good it was.  (+1 for me.)

Moral of the story?  Make some food bets with your friends.  Good times, and no one really loses.  Also, Montreal is a great eating town.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

July 22, 2010 Leave a comment

Hello, faithful readers of Allegations of Deliciousness.  Did you miss me?  I’m sure you did, even though J. Frankfurter did a mighty fine job entertaining you in my absence.

I know I mentioned the possibility of posting while I was away in Cambodia, but I was too busy enjoying my vacation.  Now that I’m back at work and in front of a computer non-stop, you’ll get new posts from me about the trip in the next few days.  In the meantime, an update on the garden.

Earlier, when spring as just becoming summer, I wrote about my container garden for this year that I set up out on the balcony.  Overall, things appear to be going well, despite the awful heat wave that has defined New York City this summer.

As you can see, the tomatoes, cucumbers and jalapenos are this year’s winners.  I’m ready to make a nice salad and some guacamole this weekend.  I don’t want to jinx it, but it appears that those dastardly squirrels have been leaving my poor, little garden alone this year.

The parsley, chives, mint and Italian basil are all thriving as well.  The dill and cilantro, however, appear to be struggling.  I can’t figure out if it’s the heat or my under/over-watering.

Most of you will not be very familiar with the herb called “dap ca” in Vietnamese, but it is a staple in fresh spring rolls and many bun (rice vermicelli) dishes.  The clover-shaped herb with a sour and fishy after-taste is not to everyone’s liking, but dap ca happens to be one of my favorites.  My mom sent me some at the beginning of the summer along with some Thai basil and shiso, but only the dap ca survived being packaged, expressed mailed up to New York and replanted.

Got Crabs?

June 14, 2010 Leave a comment

One of my favorite things to consume during the summer is blue crabs.  Slowly sharing a bushel with a large group is a commonality between Asian communities and many people who grew up on the Eastern seaboard.  While some people complain that the small amount of meat is not worth the effort of crab picking (and hence, the invention of the crab cake), those folks are missing the point.  The effort is worth it when you’re sitting by the water surrounded by family and friends, cracking crabs and downing cold beers on a lazy, sunny afternoon.

I’ve been eating blue crabs most of my life.  At a very young age, my parents taught me how to crack open the bodies and pick out the meat.  I can tell the difference between males (“jimmies”) and females (“sookies” if they don’t have roe or “busters” if they do have roe) and know that the best time to buy them is two weeks after a full moon when they are at their fullest (i.e., most filled with meat).  People who grew up in Maryland and Delaware can wax poetic about their favorite crab houses that specialize in the all-you-can-eat (AYCE) feasts.

Six years ago when I moved to New York, I refused to give up AYCE crabs and vowed to hunt down places that offered this summer time specialty.  The now-defunct Park Slope restaurant Minnow used to have a summer all-you-can-eat special but limited eating time to 2 hours.  Back Forty in the East Village continues the tradition, but I find the 2-hour limit and Back Forty’s reservation/seating system off putting.  It really defeats the relaxed atmosphere that you’re supposed to have.

After some hunting on the internet, I found a place in Brooklyn that finally lived up to expectations: Clemente’s.  This past Saturday, some friends and I trekked down to Sheepshead Bay to spend our afternoon dockside enjoying AYCE crabs proper.  Though completely coincidental, the New York Times Magazine had a timely write-up on crabs this weekend.

While Clemente’s is not very convenient to get to without a car, you can still get there using public transportation (2/3/F/D/Q trains followed by a bus) or riding your bicycle down the beautiful bike lanes of Ocean Parkway to the water.  Here are some suggestions for booking your trip: (1) call ahead for a reservation, especially if you have a large party like we did, (2) ask to sit outside on the deck that overlooks the Plumb Beach Channel and (3) bring plenty of cash or your ATM card because the place is CASH ONLY.

Also note that parties of 6 or more get tagged with an automatic 18% gratuity.  Clemente’s serves their crabs with traditional Old Bay (which is my preference) but also offers a garlic style (heavy on the oil, garlic cloves and fresh parsley) that was very popular with some members of our party.  Boiled yellow corn and French fries accompany the crabs.  It may sound like a lot of effort, both the trip to Clemente’s and crab picking in general, but believe me it’s well worth it.  I’ve been going for the past three years and already look forward to organizing for next year.

Urban Gardening

June 11, 2010 3 comments

Just like all of the other stereotypical yuppies living in Brooklyn, I too have embraced urban gardening.  I consider myself very fortunate to have private outdoor space to try my hand at growing plants and herbs in containers.  Many people throughout the borough make good use of any outdoor space they have — from those coveted roofs and backyards to more resourceful spaces such as stoops, windowsills and fire escapes.

Last year during my first growing season, I planted many things that I just had no use for (lavender — what was I thinking?) or rarely used (oregano and sage).  This season I wanted to focus more on plants and herbs that I would use on a regular basis.  While I included some flowers this year to pretty up my balcony, let’s be honest — my focus was on what I could eat.

My balcony is currently home to plantings of plum tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, cucumbers, zucchini, green beans, chives, dill, cilantro, mint, parsley and Italian basil.  I will soon be adding Thai basil and shiso to the mix.  I have many of the basics to make Vietnamese spring rolls, guacamole, pico de gallo and a basic red sauce.  Recipes using what I’ve grown will pop up all summer.  Since I’ve never really been known for my green thumb, let’s just hope I don’t kill all of these plants.

Bar Review: Beer Table

May 18, 2010 Leave a comment

Beer Table

  • Address: 427 7th Avenue (between 14th and 15th Streets) – Park Slope
  • Website:
  • What to get?  Ask the owners.

Beer Table is the teeny, tiny bar located in the part of town the real estate folks currently call the “South Slope.”  Get there early if you want a seat.  There are only three small communal tables and a bench in the front window that could accommodate 2 people (maybe 3 hipsters, or at least their skinny jeans).

The beer menu changes daily.  The limited food menu of small plates, charcuterie and pickled items are meant to complement the beers.  The owners are friendly, knowledgeable and helpful in your decision making process.

Most of the complaints I have heard about Beer Table concern some of the prices for the beers.  Yes, $9 for a beer is expensive.  But the beers being served are specialty beers that are not likely to be found in any other bar and they are constantly being switched out.  If you are looking to get hammered on cheap beer, Murray Hill is about 30-45 minutes away by subway.  If you are looking to try some unique and interesting beers that often pair well with food, give Beer Table a try.

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