A true labor of love, Paulaner Brauhaus & Restaurant NYC is finally about to open their doors and welcome thirsty guests on the Bowery. Still honored to be one of only six breweries to supply beer for the Oktoberfest, Paulaner is also the leader in Bavarian beer exports internationally.
There are many good reasons to leave the city in the summer, but the past few months have provided great reasons to stay. And to give summer a proper send-off, there's Pig Island where a ticket gets you unlimited dishes using local pigs.
The location itself, above partner Mark Connell's dive bar institution, Botanica, and beside Milano's, is something of a revelation -- a stubborn lily growing up between two slabs of concrete. Then, at the core of it, there's the food.
Living in New York, I often take for granted the wealth of international cuisines available to me on a daily basis. Last week, I indulged in offerings from many corners of the globe, from Mexico to France, China to Spain.
I have mixed feelings about writing this piece. While locals like to keep gems like this to ourselves, my readers know I am on a mission to promote small businesses in this area that may have taken a hit as a result of the 2nd Avenue subway construction.
This week seemed to be dominated by Asian foods (no surprise there) and fish spread-adorned carbohydrates. As evidenced below, my savory tooth often outweighs my sweet, and while a good cookie is hard to beat, a salty morsel will almost always prevail.
This week, it was all about the experience. My tastes this week took on a performative air as I braved the wait at Ippudo, submerged gelato in hot espresso and drank expertly crafted coffee in the company of strangers in the rain.
Looking back on the food I was lucky enough to eat this week, I'm struck by a culinary leitmotif of sorts. Excluding the octopus dish at Dressler, each item was a re-vamped version of a classic; skilled in its distillation of the original concept and masterful in execution.
I traveled to an unfamiliar corner of New Jersey, discovered Beecher's underground restaurant, stopped in for the first time at a restaurant I often pass (Saxon & Parole) and ventured to Copenhagen by way of Tribeca.