01/23/13 10:07am
Evidence of the ‘secret’or double menu in full effect at Flushing’s now closed M&T Restaurant.

Evidence of the ‘secret’ or double menu in full effect.

Years ago food writer  Calvin Trillin wrote of his frustration with the so-called secret or double menu at Chinese restaurants. Sometimes this menu intended for Chinese eyes only is listed on slips of paper lining the wall, and sometimes it’s a separate menu all together. In these days of increasingly adventurous eaters who feel compelled to document their every bite, it’s increasingly rarer. In my stamping grounds of downtown Flushing, it is for the most part nonexistent. And when there is a mysterious menu it is usually a menu written only in  Chinese.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of being on Arun Venugopal’s WNYC radio show Micropolis to discuss the “Mystery of the Chinese Double Menu.” Take a listen here.  Not only did the show afford me an opportunity to rave about duck testicles on NPR it reminded me that I need to revisit Flushing’s Main Street Imperial Taiwanese Gourmet. This reminder came courtesy of Andrew Coe, the author of “Chop Suey: A Cultural History of Chinese Food in the United States,” who discussed a dish called “chive flowers with fly heads,” that does not appear on Main Street Imperial’s English menu. Coe says the dish is one of the restaurant’s most popular, and contains no insect heads whatsoever. “Fly heads” is a metaphor for the black beans in what Venugopal describes as “a smoky, spectacular pile of minced pork, liberally garnished with chives, red chilies and fermented black beans.” When it comes to Taiwanese rest assured that stinky tofu is no metaphor, it is indeed quite pungent.

So here’s what I want to know. Do you still encounter the so-called double menu in Chinese restaurants? And when you do, how do you handle it? Tell me in the comments or hit me on the Twitter, @JoeDiStefano.

01/22/13 12:19pm
Which came first the chicken or the shredded omelet?

Which came first the chicken or the shredded omelet?

It’s hard to say which of the many, many bowls of samgyetang—Korean chicken ginseng soupto be had in Flushing’s sprawling K-town is the best. The way I look at it is, the one that’s in front of me billowing chicken vapors toward my feverish brow while the broth still bubbles is the very best at that moment in time. This belief certainly held true at Bang Ga Ne a spot on Northern Boulevard where I stopped in for a $14.36 bowl of the medicinal soup on the recommendation of my friend Dian.

Chicken ain't nuthin but a bird.

Chicken ain’t nuthin but a bird.

Topped with shredded omelet and green onion the presentation is one of the more elegant ones I’ve seen. Beneath that flourish find an entire baby chicken stuffed with glutinous rice, garlic, Chinese dates,  and of course, ginseng. Be sure to add in some of the sea salt and pepper, as the broth itself contains little if any seasoning. Some places also use chestnuts as part of the stuffing, Bang Ga Ne does not. It was not missed at all. The broth was soothing and warming and the chicken itself was delicious. At the end I was left with a pile of chicken bones and a somewhat clearer head.  It was the very best bowl of samgyetang I have had this winter. I have a feeling it will not be the last.

Bangane 165-19 Northern Blvd., Auburndale, 718-762-2799

01/22/13 10:25am

Last week I received quite an honor, a recognition of my work if you will. Alas, it was not a James Beard Award. Nor was it another television appearance, although I do have one coming up February 27 at 9 p.m. on the Travel Channel. No, this was a far greater mark of prestige than any medal or TV spot.  The TripeMarketingBoard (@TripeUK) followed me on Twitter in response to a post about the Sichuan dish fu qi fei pian.

They also sent along a link to the fascinating film above: Marketing Tripe: a Brief History. I was especially intrigued by an old-timey still of an Italian eatery called Antonia’s Tripe & Pasta Hut. Along with such slogans as “Tripe for Stamina,” the whole thing seems fake. It is in fact quite legitimate as  a Google search for the Lancashire–based  Tripe Marketing Board reveals. And yes, there was an Antonia’s where they served pizza topped with reticular tripe, which is something I’d like to try. There is one thing that I am sure does not exist though, a Chinese Tripe Marketing Board.

01/21/13 2:02pm
Sweet, fatty, and, above all porky.

Sweet, fatty, and, above all, porky.

PLEASE NOTE THIS RESTAURANT IS CLOSED

When it first opened back in 2003 Sake Bar Hagi was a gem of an underground izakaya. It was almost exclusively the province of Japanese office workers. That was before  humble food scribes like myself and bigger names like Peter Meehan and Anthony Bourdain blew the cover of what was once Times Squares’ best kept secret sake bar. The specials always featured two or three edible oddities like the noxious homestyle squid guts and the surprisingly tasty pickled firefly squid. These days it’s still attracts a certain breed of extreme eater. As Justin Warner of Brooklyn’s Do or Dine once put it, “You don’t go to Hagi because you’re really into Japanese food; you go to Hagi because they have some really weird shit on the menu.”

These days there’s less weird stuff on the specials board at Hagi and more gaijin in the seats. One thing that hasn’t changed is a $7.50 dish that goes by the name “sweet fatty pork.” I had some there the other night after seeing Django at the AMC in Times Square. It was as good as it was a decade ago when  I first started hanging out at Hagi with my pal William C. Wallis who would always order it by the Japanese name tontoro. I have never been sure whether the cut used is neck or cheek, but it is sweet, fatty and possessed of a rich porkiness. A squeeze of the accompanying lemon wedge and some green onions round out the flavors perfectly. William is the man behind the lovely chopsticks and marrow photo treatment that appears on the C+M banner. He remains as good a friend as ever just as Hagi remains as a good place to hang out as ever, even if the food isn’t quite as odd as it once was.

Sake Bar Hagi, 152 West 49th St., Manhattan, 212-764-854

01/21/13 9:45am
Sweet, salty, and fun to eat.

Sweet, salty, and fun to eat.

There are many wonderful things to eat at Flushing’s Curry Leaves, including an entire hawker style soup service that runs from 4  a.m. to 11 a.m.. One of my favorite things is a psychedelic green and white pandan confection.  I don’t know whether to call the mostly green parallelograms pudding or gelatin. One thing’s certain, they are delicious, sweet with just a hint of savoriness. The sweet comes from the green portion and the savory from the thin white layer, which tastes of coconut and a whisper of salt. The cool pandan pudding is a fine snack on its own. It also makes for an especially welcome finale to the often fiery fare here.  Four of the wobbly scalloped-edge blocks and an iced coffee will set you back a mere $4.50.

Curry Leaves, 135-31 40th Road, Flushing, 718-762-9313

01/18/13 2:05pm
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My go-to spot for paan.

Paan—digestive, breath freshener,mild stimulant, producer of copius red saliva—is ubiquitous in Jackson Heights. There are many small kiosks where men fold up various spices, betel nuts, sometimes even tobacco in green leaves. My favorite is Shahi Paan, which claims to be the best in New York. I like it because the paan walla has 10 varieties on offer, even though I always get the  Banaras Special Paan ($2). It is packed with spices, including cardamom and anise, and just a bit of betel. It is also the size of a football and will cause you send streams of red spittle into the street. If that’s not your thing—and it’s often not mine—grab a sweet paan ($1.25). Packed with coconut,rose jam,  and candied anise seeds, among other things, it’s dessert and digestive in one.

Shahi Paan, 73-19A 37th Rd Jackson Heights, NY 11372

01/18/13 10:05am
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Tufino’s fried calzone is magnificent.

With 18 pies on offer there’s something for every type of pizza lover at Astoria’s  month-old  Tufino Pizzeria Napoletana. The thing that impressed me the most at a recent dinner at Stephen Menna’s new spot though wasn’t the pizza, good as it was. It was the calzone fritto ($12), a gigantic creation that had been deep fried before getting a blast in Tufino’s wood-burning Stefano Ferrara oven.

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It’s like the love-child of lasagna and zeppole.

The blistered golden brown calzone is filled with rich fresh ricotta, fior de latte mozzarella, and prosciutto cotto all livened up with a good dose of black pepper. It eats like the illegimate love child of zeppole and lasagna, proving that everything is better fried.It’s just one of several dolcetti fritti, or fried treats on the menu here. Word on the street is that Tufino plans to add more. I can hardly wait.

Tufino Pizzeria, 36-08 Ditmars Blvd., Astoria, 718-278-4800

 

01/17/13 2:22pm
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Yes, there’s a German card game called Foodie.

I will answer to many names, including Joey Deckle, my smoke and barbecue loving alter ego. One thing I will not answer to and prefer not to be called under any circumstances is foodie. At worst it calls to mind the less than complimentary junkie. And at best it smacks of legions of Instagramming zealots eager to check a foodstuff or hotspot off their neverending list. I am well aware that the foodie backlash among food writers is nothing new, but when I spot a German card game named, Foodie, it is clearly time to stick a fork in ‘foodie.’ So here are seven things you can call me besides foodie.

  1. Gastronome
  2. Good eater
  3. Gourmand
  4. Epicure
  5. Fresser
  6. Chomper
  7. Glutton

About that game. The king has organized a banquet. The object is to eat the king’s favorite dishes, but not to actually consume more than his majesty. The player who accomplishes this feat of self-restraint wins and is dubbed the king’s favorite Foodie. To consume more than the corpulent king one would have to be a glutton, a badge I wear with no small amount of honor.

01/17/13 11:12am
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Legions of Gastronauts stormed Sik Gaek for a seafood feast.

When it comes to dining out I’m not one for the communal table, I prefer to dine in small groups, or alone an eating army of one if you will. And as far as eating clubs go I take the Groucho Marx approach.  That said I make an exception for The Gastronauts. The club for adventurous eaters was started by Curtiss Calleo and Ben Pauker over a Malaysian meal seven years ago and the ranks have swelled to 1,300 folks eager to try everything from goat’s eyes to horse meat. As I mentioned I have no need to be in a club to be an adventurous eater. An affinity for the nasty, squirmy, and often spicy bits is an integral part of my genetic makeup. And it doesn’t get any squirmier and spicier than the seafood feast some 50 Gastronauts gathered at Sik Gaek in Woodside on Tuesday night to enjoy. That’s because one of the eight courses was san nakji, or live octopus.

For whatever reason a meal at the soju-drenched Sik Gaek always begins with eggs cooked over a table top grill. This was followed by a grilled mackerel whose skin was so crisp it tasted like it had begun to confit in its own Omega-3 rich fat. Then came the live octopus. Truth be told it was some of the sleepiest live octopus I have ever encountered.

Surely this must be the Octopus’ Garden that Ringo Starr sang about.

Surely this must be the Octopus’ Garden that Ringo Starr sang about.

Octopus and lobster, both still very much alive, were the centerpiece of the next course, a Korean bouillabaisse of sorts. Clams, abalone, mussels, baby octopi, prawns,shrimp, calamari, and plenty of veggies bubbled away in a spicy broth. The steam that billowed forth was like spicy seafood aromatherapy. And the broth was quite simply one of the best seafood soups I have ever had. Once the lobster was cooked our waiter came over and cracked it open, and we all greedily dredged the pan for the precious flesh.

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01/16/13 4:09pm
Espresso is best taken neat.

Espresso is best taken neat.

Coffee is often more of a necessity for many rather than a gustatory pursuit. And so it was and continues to be for me. Lately though I have begun to notice flavor nuances in the bean, mostly in espresso, perhaps because it is more extracted than other forms of coffee. Apple Jolly Rancher, stone fruit, and toasted coconut are some of the flavors that baristas at places like Sweetleaf like to discuss. Every time I detect one of these flavors in a shot of espresso is an aha moment for me.

Such flavor epiphanies are rare though. I have always liked my coffee strong, perhaps overly so. For years my morning coffee was prepared with a French press and taken with milk and sugar. Lately I have been grinding my own beans, and using a plastic pourover. To the resulting brew I add vigorously shaken half and half, a goodly amount of sugar, and a dash of sea salt. Unconventional, but to me delicious.

So here’s what I’m curious to know. How do you take/make your coffee. Tell me in the comments or hit me on the Twitter, @JoeDiStefano.