I don’t think it’s any surprise that I love New York.
I love the streets – and walking them, the smells, the pace, the skyscrapers, the lights, the people – everything.
And I especially love its food.
From the irresistible street-cart hot dogs (which are, really, the best. hot. dogs. ever) and falafel and cupcakes from a truck to discovering a new place to love each and every time, New York is a mecca for this foodie.
And my recent trip in to see the band Of Montreal on Saturday was no different.
Since my last trip in two weeks before when I discovered a fantastic noodle bar just outside the Lincoln Tunnel (and next to our favorite city dive bar), I’ve been mad-craving noodles, so when we happened upon Sammy’s Noodle Shop & Grill (453-461 6th Ave.), I knew we found lunch.
To feed my mad-craving, I added cellophane noodles for an extra $1.50.
The trough-sized bowl arrived, and I all but bathed in it. There was a lovely splash of color from the fresh spinach, and the wontons were humongous – and the absolute best wontons I’ve ever had, hands down. Try them. You’ll agree. The pork was so flavorful, and the shrimp was just an added party bonus.
As were those cellophane noodles, well done, self!
The fella and I split an appetizer of edamame, and he got the yummy and kicky ginger chicken, which is definitely worth a whirl, too, but it is that damn soup I can’t stop thinking about.
Because I must always follow a hearty (or, for that matter, any) eat with something sweet, I finagled a trip to Pinkberry for several reasons: 1. We don’t have it back here in Pa. (yet another reason the Keystone State rots), 2. Its salted caramel flavor, 3. Adding mochi and 4. Adding their chocolate rice ball things.
Heaven. Heaven, right there in a little paper cup.