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I am so trendy. First The Standard and now The Dutch. Okay, then. Actually this post has been a long time coming.

I finally, finally went to The Dutch a few weeks ago when my roommate’s brother was in town. We tried a million things. Oysters to start, obviously. I am SO glad that I like oysters. Seriously.

Broccolli rabe and mashed potatoes. I enjoy mashed potatoes.

And now with Asian White Boy Ribs (what?). I enjoy ribs.

And the chicken that is no longer on the menu. Now there’s chicken stroganaff which I would not mind trying. This particular chicken (sorry about the color, btw) had foam with it and foam just doesn’t impress me. But the chicken itself was very good. This was one of those meals where you’re like, “Ok, I’m full now” and then you keep eating. I guess that means it was good!

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I need to stop going out to eat during Restaurant Week. I went to Orsay and decided to order off the regular menu instead of the prix fixe for Restaurant Week. $$$$! But I was having a weird day and I wasn’t in the mood for the items on their restaurant week menu. So… yeah. $$$$.

First picture: butter covers. Love that extra touch! Also love the orange because the whole restaurant is drably colored and then POP orange butter cover. I liked it. I also liked this:

For some reason I thought I deserved a $14 cocktail: Strawberry Fizz. Strawberry puree, vodka, champagne… something else? Something good. It did NOT go with the rest of my meal whatsoever but it’s what I wanted! I tell ya – this week has been weird so I was being weird myself.

This is Lisa, making another cameo on City Mitten, and this is also the healthiest-looking plate I have ever seen come out in a restaurant. And I have never seen salmon in such a perfectly round shape.

Me, I wanted some mashed potatoes. Yes, chicken and mashed potatoes is not an original dish but you know… There was a chicken on the Restaurant Week menu with mushroom sauce and noodles and I didn’t want that. Also I didn’t want either of the desserts on that menu – a lemon tart or ice cream. So this is what I got. I also had clam chowder which was good and came with a little puff pastry in the center. I love clam chowder. Aaand I took half of this chicken and mashed potatoes home to make up for it.

So yeah. I gotta stop doing Restaurant Week. Except not really because I have reservations next week for Colicchio and Sons Tap Room as well as Gotham Bar and Grill – because that is my favorite nice restaurant ever and they have the best chocolate cake!

This week I also went to Frank restaurant and had my camera but no memory card for the 15 millionth time.

OH – One final thing about my Orsay experience. The Upper East Side… is cray cray. I have been spoiled with my B and Q trains and sometimes the C/E because I forgot how INSANE the 4/5/6 is. That Second Ave subway line needs to get here fast because I was being trampled and trampling others at the same time and I thought WHERE IS THE ALLURE to living on the Upper East Side? Seriously. Unless you have a driver. But I still wouldn’t want to live there.

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Goodbye, Prague! So… four our last dinner we wanted something delicious and goood so a fellow traveler in our hostel suggested Kavarna Slavia. So thank you, strange traveling man! We called him “O.G.” for “Old Guy.” He didn’t know that though.

So Kavarna Slavia was the isssh. It was cute and there was an old man playing piano in a suit and the food was AMAZING! Say hello to my mushroom goulash!

Does that look gross? I don’t care! It was amazing! But Nora’s dish was actually the best. EVA!

She had farm-stewed chicken with paprika sauce, gnocchi, sour cream and lemon. Oh MA Goodness. We all tried it and we all agreed it was the best. So if you go, get this. Man I wish I was there right now.

Here is Nora about to go to town:

Get it, girl.

And here is when I talk about desserts again. They had a whole ice cream menu with crazy sundaes but D said it was stupid for me to get a sundae so we went for the more traditional Czech desserts instead: pancakes.

D’s was just okay. Mine had ice cream on it. I would have rather had ice cream by itself. But oh wellie! I love Kavarna Slavia. I love Prague, too.

We took a stroll over the Charles Bridge one last time.

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I miss Oktoberfest, called “Wiesn” by those in the know aka actually German. Look at me with my friends, minus Alex. And look at this happy face:

I’m not even a huge beer drinker but they were all patient with me and my baby sips. And it’s more fun to drink beer when everyone’s singing songs in German anyway. So yeah, I want to go back. Maybe the boys will invite us for next year.

I can’t get over how cute they all are anyway. Would I mind seeing them all again in their lederhosen? No.

And what about the eats?!

This is Matti destroying a most fabulous, most extremely salty chicken. I mean when you’re sitting there drinking beer, it’s pretty much the only thing you need. Nora was not interested when we ordered them but once I had her try a bite, she was a gonner. Matti says the chicken saves him every time.

And then seven hours later we had:

Sausages! These are NOT like the sausages you get at ballparks, these are freaking delicious and they even have one that is a thousand feet long (ok not really) that I got one time. SO GOOD. And yes, this is the picture I am leaving you with for the weekend. You’re welcome.

 

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I may as well start from the beginning. Now that I’m back from Munich and Prague I have 8 billion photos and 8 billion things to share, so we’re just going to see how this goes. I have no idea how long we’ll be in City Mitten: Munich mode, but that’s what is happening.

This picture above was Nora and my first meal in Munich. Yep. After we bought our dindlrs for 8 million dollars a piece (you betcha I’m going to Oktoberfest again so I can wear that baby some more), Alex took us to the most random place to get food. It was in the parking lot of a grocery store. I felt like I was getting a hot dog from Home Depot, which is not a bad thing although I’m not sure if I’ve actually ever done it myself. Anyway, Alex suggested we get half a chicken with pommes (which they say pom-mes). Either I was starving (which I was) or it was truly delicious (which I think it also was).

Here’s the stand and the boys. Alex was appropriately wearing his I <3 NY sweatshirt. I appreciated that.

And this picture may either look gross or delicious:

Mayo anyone? For real. But the chicken was delicious. And HUGE. It was half of a chicken, more than enough for me and Nory and it was piping hot and a little cold outside so very good.

And so you get an accurate idea of how these boys eat in general, Alex went to the “bakery” later that night to pick up some dinner before going to Oktoberfest and this is what he brought back for us:

Yep. Donuts, really strange sandwiches with some sort of meat center that reminded us of spam and pretzels. We also had pretzels for breakfast the next morning. I don’t understand how these boys can eat like this (they also love fast food) and not die. It was days before Nora and I saw our first piece of fruit at the market and you can betcha we stocked up.

Those pretzels are delicious though. I could probably go for one right now.

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I have a confession to make. I play favorites. Kind of a lot. And one of my favorite couples right now is in the picture above. My cousin Steph and her boyfriend Colin. Two awesome people that when you put together only become more awesome. There’s not enough couples like that.

So I was thrilled to go with them and my uncle D to Dinosaur Bar-B-Q in Harlem on Saturday. I had been there once years ago and felt kind of “eh” about it (I want my rib meat to fall off the bone, and these do not) but I knew if I tried something else I would probably like it. And I did. So please meet my Memphis Style pulled pork sandwich:

Pulled pork is just a great thing. And so is barbeque sauce. And cole slaw.

I wasn’t a huge fan of the mac and cheese (too cheesy, and not in a good way… in like a blue box way) but the potatoes were legit and the cornbread probably would have been too if I had asked for some butter. But I loved my pork sandwich! And I tried some ribs which were actually good, even if they didn’t fall off the bone, and I had some of my uncle’s chicken and that was delicious.

So I do like Dinosaur Bar-B-Q. It’s huge! And here is a picture of my cousin and I:

I love Steph and I’m so glad we live in the same city. And I’m glad I get to see her tonight too, we’re meeting up tonight after work for a good old-fashioned game of trivia. At a bar. Happy Monday!

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This is not your average cherry pie. This is a cherry pie from Quarters Farm in Albemarle County, Virginia, made from their own cherries AND their own wheat. And it is delicious.

I had the pleasure and the treat to visit Quarters Farm in with my pals Lucy and Susan last weekend. I think I’ve been to a “real” farm (not just somewhere with a barn and horses) one other time in my life, so this was awesome. They have produce and lamb and goats and cows and chickens and guinneas and bees and who knows what else. And I got the whole tour!

Here’s Lucy milking a goat! I milked the goat, too, but I had zero skills and got more milk on my hands than in the bucket.

Instead, I got to know some other goats:

This was after our hike, btw. Hence the Michigan State T, shorts, and tennis shoes. Farm stylin.

They showed us the eggs in their brand-new incubator. Chicken eggs and Guinea eggs, each with notes written on them:

And of course, where there are eggs, there are babies!

This baby Guinea is one day old and in this next picture I look like I’m trying to kill him:

He was such a cutie!

The farm was so pretty:

And they had farm guard dogs:

The dogs sleep all day and stay awake at night to watch the farm. They scare away the deer and Farmer Bill says they’re up all night barking, which lets him sleep because heĀ  knows they are doing their job. Good doggies!

Farmer Bill also showed us some vegetables and taught us about mineralizing soil:

Bill and his wife, Cynthia, were so awesome and they taught us all about bee keeping (which is a HUGE endeavor) and chickens and eggs and goats milk. And not only did we get some of that marvelous cherry pie, we also had burgers from their grass-fed beef and a salad from their garden. Talk about Farm to Table! I think I could handle the farm life. For a little while, anyway. ;)

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