Thursday, September 30, 2010

week 39: tehuitzingo


not that i'm too much of a gossip girl,
but i do lovvvve a good secret.
{secret passages, secret forts, secret burger joints...}
is the first secret mexican place i've been to.
it reminded me of the time my friend took me to a gross, broken down bodega in boston: he told me to walk directly towards the vending machine in the back of the store, and as i was about to chicken out for fear of smashing my nose, the vending machine slid to the side and tout à coup i was standing in the biggest, most luxurious sneaker store i ever did see...
tehuitzingo doesn't have a secret vending machine door, but it does just appear to be an itsy bitsy snackee store in the outskirts of hell's kitchen. {one that i probably wouldn't have gone to, had a tipster not told me about the secret in the back}. after squeezing past some pastries and piles of mexican candy that look like they're about to avalanche on your head, a wooden man welcomes you to a space with counters in the back. and there you are... sitting in a green-lit nook that's reminiscent of the jungle gym from your youth. a half-door at the back is where the cook takes orders...
and of course i got a torta.
{chickens}
as i waited, some music came on via the jukebox {hey, my jungle gym didn't have a juke box! no fair!}
and when i finally stopped giggling from being in the secret world, i gobbled up my torta, no mess. it was heavy on the lettuce and avocado which made me feel good cause i was getting my recommended daily amount of vegetables. i think. 
the bread was a bit crispy, and held its junk in real good.
the horchata was non existent :-( but, i mean, what can you do with four square-feet of space? 
mirrors on the walls made the space, and my rump look bigger {maybe it wasn't the mirrors...}
dessert was this cutie patootie from the front of the store!
it was like the inside of a milka egg. and equally as importantly, it came with a little plastic spoon. teehee.

it was a very scrumptious and mischievous meal indeed.
i will be back!
but first...
i've got 13 more restaurants to go!!


xoxo

yeh

tehuitzingo is on 47th and 10th

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

ok, the vendys.


 you know that question that people always ask you...
if you were trapped on a desert island and could only have three food trucks with you, 
which three would you bring??
the vendys are the real life version of that. but you don't have to choose just three.
because, essentially, what you do is you chill on gov'ner's island all day, and you float around to about twenty of the best food trucks from the city {and philly} 
and in between trucks, you blaze drink large amounts of riesling. 
and you bask in the sun. and you make new friends. and you avoid the port-o-potties like the devil.
this is the schnitzel truck crew!!!!!!!! and a hairy chest.
and check out these schnitz burger balls!! they're the dead version of those cake balls i been seeing errywhere. and they were all gobbled up before i got one :-( :-( :-( :-(
and look! i got to serve tater salad and cucumber salad to happy and hungry people. 
and later, it was "chickpeas? beets? feta on those beets? i think you need feta on those beets."
also,
i finally got a chance to try the big gay ice cream truck!!
i had a little sample of vanilla soft serve with curry coconut and ginger syrup. it was so good.
other things i consumed were:
a ginger mint slushie from the kelvin slushie bro-mobile {mmmmmm}
taiwanese-style potsticka {mmmmmmmm}
a venezuelan sandwich on grilled plantains {mmmmm, i know, plantains, but still mmmm}
dragon's beard candy {what on earth? MMMMMMMM}
weenie-shaped falafel from the falafel king {hmmmmm}
and chai masala guerilla ice cream {hmmmmmm. ok. mm}
at the end there were awards given out. which i didn't really pay attention to. well, i did, but i got sad about them and invented my own:
the molly cup award
the schnitzel truck!
the badass awesome award
the schnitzel truck!
the-omg-your-fried-meat-is-so-good-especially-with-extra-mustard-and-extra-lemon-and-tater-salad-mmmmmmm-tater-salad award
the schnitzel truck!

it was a clean sweep, for sure.
it was also the best day ever.
nothing beats a day on an island with food trucks.

xoxo

yeh

for further reading on the vendys...
grab a tissue and read my new awesome friend mister culver lake's post about it
or read my new awesome photographer friend donny's minute-by-minute account!

all pictures on this post are copyrighted by donny tsang. he is a badass food photographer. teach me, donny!

if you're feeling pooey, or if you want to read an interview, or both.


there is a blogger
that can actually make me go from sad tears to happy tears.
she has a little piece of the internet world where sad and depressing things simply don't exist.
reading her blog is like having an afternoon cake break. with cake that is laced with crack.
her name is becca and she is so adorably optimistic... that her blog is called adorable optimism.
please stop by her blog and read it,
and while you're there, read her entire blog. 
because i love it. because you will too.

xoxo

yeh

Monday, September 27, 2010

new music bake sale!!

after the vendys, i somehow squeezed out some more energy to hail a cab and get to fort greene for the
i was so in the spirit, i made little coconut cupcakes that looked like drums for a percussion group to sell.
#donutsarestillthenewcupcakesbutcupcakeslookmorelikedrums
have you ever heard of a better idea than combining baked things/people with new music?
i haven't. well. actually it's about as equally a good idea as spending a day on an island with a shitton of food trucks.
in addition to cookies and cakes, 
there were bagpipes, and face paint, and mellissa hughes dressed as a blow-up sex doll {?!?}, and, yes i promise you, plenty of bass clarinet.
the line up was very fun. i love seeing what all these composers have been a brewin!
i can't wait for next year. also can there be a new music steak sale?

xoxo

yeh

Sunday, September 26, 2010

VENDYS!


the vendys were yesterday!!!!! 
and it was just the most amazing thing in the world.
i went as part of team schnitzel {surprising, i know} and i helped sling schnitzel!!
do you know how fun it is serving schnitzel to people who are foaming at the mouth for schnitzel? almost as fun as eating schnitzel. almost.
more pictures to come. 
but, i don't know, did i mention how much i love the schnitzel truck?

xoxo

yeh

Friday, September 24, 2010

week 38: pasha


queens is:
a) the borough with the airport
b) where new york's token beer garden is
c) a little bit scary if you haven't a clue what you're doing
all of the above. 
no really, i can count the amount of times i've been to queens on one foot {well, maybe two foots and a nostril if you include laguardia trips}
it's something about the bridges and the q train and the striking similarities that it shares with the town near my home that my eye doctor's office is in that i've just never had a sensational desire to go. 
but then my friend danielle came along who is, i shit you not, the sam sifton of queens. and she was like 
come to astoria and eat bosnian burgers.
 they're the size of your ass.
she didn't say the ass part, but that's really the approximate size, i think, i hope. 
and so i smushed like a little baby sardine onto the q train {EEEEEEECK} and i deboarded somewhere somehow and then we {danielle, peter, nick, me} ate at
which is the bosnian burger center of the universe, apparently.
nick and i each got one.
and it's essentially what would happen if a schnitzel got with a spotted pig burger 
and then was garnished with creamy tangy cheese and roasted peppers and cozied up in a pita 
{read: a reeeeally flat lamby burger, i think there's beef in there too?}
it was insane and enough like an american burger to really have something to grasp onto, but different enough to make you want to go alllll the way to queens for it.
danielle got some sausagey thing that was essentially the burger in sausage shape. and peter got another smokey sausagey thing that was equally as scrumptious. 
but not ass-sized.
and the whole entire time, danielle was telling me about all of these different cuisines in queens that i've never even heard of. and i was all what the ef am i missing 
and she was all yeah, you haven't even had good uzbek-peruvian-azerbaijani fusion until you've had it in queens.
anyways, the burger was so big i couldn't finish it all. {that's a first} 
it was so good. and so cheap.
believe me when i say,
queens: it's what's for dinner.

take me to the queen, i've got 14 restaurants left.

xoxo

yeh


pasha: don't eat lunch, and then take the n or q to 30th ave. 

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

practicing the xylphones, sitting in class, and eating cafeteria food do not an exciting life make.


but i have, in recent past, hung out with some cows and my little cousin {she's the one in the purple, the cows are the ones in the black and white}
and i made the above drawring in french class of george gershwin and gracie.
did i tell you i speak french now? it was almost enough to order a croque madame at the little french cafe that i went to in williamsburg a few days ago. but then it wasn't enough so it ended up being something like, "can i have a croque madame s'il vous plait et un... iced coffee?" i'm getting there.
i also began teaching again!! yay little kids. only a majority of my students this year are about one watermelon taller than me. so if i assign one too many rudiments, i face the possibility of them beating me up. evs. 
furthermore, i write for a music blog now! it's called campusounds and it's about college musicians around the world. i just interviewed one of my fave dinosaur/composer hybrids, armand ranjbaran. he's the goofiest person ever but also really smart, so read about him. 

other then that. my life is back to cafeteria honey mustard, counting rests... and then yesterday i learned about twelve bar blues. {no comment}.


xoxo

yeh

Saturday, September 18, 2010

week 37: hidechan ramen


since i ran out of things to say about ramen last week,
i interviewed my token ramen-expert friend chris p thompson to talk about
{hee-day chan}
{totto ramen's east side cousin}
here it is:

 would you rather belly flop in a pool of ramen or a pool of mayonnaise?
ok mayonnaise but it has to be kewpie, and there must be either sriracha, wasabi, or red chili oil mixed in.
tell us about your first experience at hidechan (in third person).
chris was having a lot of trouble walking down 52nd street because the line for the schnitzel truck was blocking foot traffic. eventually he broke through and arrived at hidechan (irasshaimase!), where he selected his desired noodle firmness and eagerly awaited the hakata spicy miso ramen. various japanese peeps slurped contentedly. in exactly the space of one bloggy photo and one twitter-check, the bowl arrived. three minutes and 47 seconds later, tongue completely numb, chris decided that there was now a compelling reason to go to east midtown.
why are hidechan's noodles like this: 

and totto's like this:


the following informative and entertaining educational video can answer this question better than i ever could:
describe hidechan's ramen in four verbs.
render
tingle
numb
fatten
 if hidechan's spicy miso ramen were a person (dead, alive, or imaginary), who would it be?
it would be the cartoon baby that serves as the corporate logo for want want holdings ltd.
 his tongue and belly love being on fire, also it is secretly chinese (we haven't talked about the secret ingredient, which i theorize to be szechwan peppercorns).
and who would it be in love with (food or person)?
um spicy girl? (supaishii gaaru)
 have you had the pork buns or the gyoza or any of the other sides?
yes i always order mentaiko rice, which is spicy fish roe with thinly sliced nori over rice. pretty standard but quite excellent. japanese people often judge a ramen place partially on it's gyoza (this is the equivalent of us judging a burger joint partially on it's fries, which is fair), but i admit i haven't yet tried them. wanna go later?
how does it compare to ramen that you've eaten in japan?
actually, you know what's crazy? of the times i've been to japan i can recall eating at a real ramen shop exactly once; my enthusiasm for ramen began only after my most recent trip (fall of 2006). furthermore, i don't think that one real ramen experience would be a good gauge for comparison. picture line c3 circa 2004 in tokyo, it is 4 am, last train long gone, sam passed out face-down on the counter, big country singing (!?), and haruka furiously apologizing to the whole place in japanese. the taste of the ramen is pretty much the only thing i didn't take away from that otherwise memorable experience.

yay! thanks chris!!!
stay tuned for a detailed list of chris' favorite ramen places...

...15 restaurants to go!!!!


xoxo

yeh


hidechan is on 52nd and 2nd. and it's open until 2am mon-sat!!!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

schnitzel month victory lap


veal happened.
{as in, schnitzel got a wiener}
the schnitzel truck doesn't normally serve veal,
but today the heavens opened up and my twitters updated and it said something to the effect of,
@schnitzeltruck: we have veal on 52nd and 6th. get here soon or else no veal for you. 
the next step was obvious.
and one fantastically long lunch break later {should i go to class or eat veal? well... do popes shit in the woods?}
veal was had. extra mustard. tater salad. and cucumbas.
and panna cotta. mmmmmmm.
 
and this is chloe. i kidnapped her from keyboard skillz class to go to the truck because she had never been. 
she told me that she could eat schnitzel every single day for the rest of her life. 
and i said so could i. 
maybe we will have a schnitzel eating contest.


xoxo

yeh

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

things famous people do


yesterday i went to {played music in} my first fashion week show ever!!
and it was so awesome.
it was exactly how i expected it to be:
all of the cameras, all of the lights, all of the stylish people.
and it even started fashionably late!
malan breton was the designer and his clothes were just beeeautiful. he had city ballet dancers twirl down the runway, and look, i played the drums:
{there was also this goofy little set to play with}
aside from playing fun musics,
and aside from seeing pretty clothes,
by far the best part of the day was snooping around backstage and then tout à coup a male model's trousers were being forcibly removed by his dressing assistants.
yes, i sawr a model butt.
and then the worse part was, i got really hungry. like really hungry. and my choices were frappuccinos or sparkling organic soda. would i have been just utterly silly to have asked to be pointed in the direction of the cheese tray?
teehee.

xoxo

yeh

Monday, September 13, 2010

there's no better way to say it,


but it's true,
i'm on a boat.
and i've got three dates: alex, sam, and lady liberty.
it was our last little hoorah last week before classes started,
and boyyyy was it pretty!!
have i told you how pretty new york is lately?
it's very.
pretty enough to date, like, berlin or something cool like that.

xoxo

yeh

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Saturday, September 11, 2010

week 36: totto ramen


and just like that, as if it were on some kind of cue,
it is soup weather. 
{you know, the edible version of scarf weather. the best kind of weather}
not that it needs to be soup weather to eat ramen
because ramen was the non-kosher food of choice at summer camp... 
my friendsies brought cases of the stuff in their duffels. don't even ask how we cooked it. it's really embarrassing. 
but anywho. 
ramen is the type of soup that tastes best when you're eleven and you've just had a really long ice skating practice and you're still in your skating tights and your little skating dress but you must have food to even have the energy to change into your jammies. so your mommy bypasses the leftovers and just sticks some "line noodle soup" on the stove. bless her.
and maybe it's because i'm so used to the mommy line noodle soup that i've not been so terribly wild about all these ramen places around the city {i am no chris p thompson}
but let it be known
is the exception. the first of its kind.
there are two levels of spiciness, but i think one would win:
there was a really long line when i went but i think my friend matt must have given the hostess the sexy eyes or something because we got in way sooner than we expected.
we started with the 
char siu mayo don
pork+mayo+magic rice+green things
even though it was pork, it was very light and clean tasting. like a good albert herring performance... at first impression, you think you're going to want a little something more {like a spicy bit or a sauce} but, no no, it's quite comforting as it is. 
the ramen that both matt and i got was the
totto miso ramen
koji miso+ground pork+paitan soup+egg+green things+bean things+onion+char siu pork
what is a koji and a paitan? i do not know. but they were happy and them two together in the broth were i think the secret behind why i liked this ramen a lot a lot.
the broth was thick. not thick like the dead sea up in thur, but in it you could taste the little miso granules.
and the little granules clung to the doodles.
my goodness it was tasty.
{alas, still no doodle will be mushy enough for me, but these were actually closer to my liking than i expected. yay!}
it was really mega flavory. 
even matt who will only eat at harry's burritos really liked it.
hopefully soup weather is here to stay because the owner of totto has another new place, hide chan, across town...
so don't be surprised if that's one of my 12 remaining restaurants!!!

xoxo

yeh


totto ramen is on 52nd and 9th. 
next to lucky burger, kitty-corner from brian's old apartment {read: many a drunk percussionist know this block well}

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