Archive | July, 2011

Halcyon: Goddess of Mediocrates

31 Jul

Without a doubt, my favorite part about being on tour with John on the weekends is looking up and asking for great restaurants. We try to go for ones that kind of encapsulate the feeling of the city that we’re in, and since we have been cities known for their BBQ, we’ve been drowning ourselves in tangy barbecue goodness.

But we are over it. Had too much, can’t imagine having anymore. Kind of like when I went to Pakistan, years ago for a friends wedding, and can no longer have curry of any kind.

Which is a shame, because North Carolina is known for their tangy, vinegary Carolina-BBQ and I just (literally) cannot stomach that.

So we asked around, and decided upon a restaurant called “Halcyon: Flavors from the Earth”. Which, now that I am typing it out, is a kind of terrifying name for a restaurant, while not at all a terrifying name for a big budget follow-up to the blockbuster, “Halcyon: The Beginning”.

Aesthetically, it was very promising. I dunno if any of you have been to ABC Kitchen in nyc, which has a really wonderful menu…unexpected flavors and super diverse options…love it…but anyhow, Halcyon is definitely trying to be in the family of ABC Kitchen, while only remaining as the creepy cousin whose wife mysteriously died and he was ruled out as a suspect but, sigh, everyone in the family totally knows he is capable of such a terrible thing and it becomes and open secret at family gatherings. That’s Halcyon. The little-bit-off cousin you don’t really want to be associated with as ABC Kitchen. (Although Woodberry Kitchen in Baltimore blew even ABC Kitchen out of the water for me.) **note: John says it’s more like the less-cute sibling of a very famous actor. They kinda look the same, but you can tell which one is the star and which one gets sent money. This makes much more sense than what I said.

The idea of all the restaurants I just mentioned is the “farm to table” concept, which is basically knowing exactly where your food is coming from, down to the exact farm and date the food was shipped.

It’s a nice idea. But at Halcyon, it was just done….meh. The waiter was very detailed about the farms (I tune this part out), then when I asked “what do you recommend from the menu”, he was very quick to say “THE DUCK. DEFINITELY.” And there is where the most boring, bland adventure ever began.

By the way, it really pains me to even write anything negative about a meal that was so beautifully presented  in such a wonderful setting. We are lucky to be able to eat like this at all, but yeah. Their food was….bleh.

Starters:

Pea soup. On the specials menu. I guess it was special in the way that it was the only thing the entire night with flavor and even then it was only sorta-good. Very hearty, tasted ok, but also borderline cold. It cannot be that hard to serve a hot soup. It just can’t.

Meatball Trio. I forget what the trio even was. My guess would be Dry, Drier, and Driest. Might have been one of the worst things I have ever been so confidently served to me in a nice restaurant. So thick and pasty and try. Hard to swallow. Don’t make me relive this, please.

Goat Cheese Panna Cotta. This, I could get down with. But yeah, it was just a slab of goat cheese, and everything else around it wasn’t that great. So I’ll go ahead and thank the goat, not the chef. Thank you goat, great job on your cheese.

Rabbit Rillettes. I went in already hating the idea of this. I really, reallllly hate the idea of pate (let’s find a way to turn liver into a creamy, spreadable texture that will still be somehow so much worse than liver in it’s original state!) and I hate foie gras, and this dish was a mix of both, with rabbit liver. Cringe. But it was edible. John actually liked it, but I wouldn’t go that far. Is edible really what we’re going for these days in restaurants? Sigh.

Mains:

Aaaah, the duck. The duck that the waiter was so eager for us to try. Rightfully so, because it was the best thing we had. So take that however you’d like. It was well cooked and almost tasty. Nothing special, but after everything we had tried before hand, it was a welcome treat.

Finally, the pork chop…

I’m already so bored just talking about this place. It all looks great right? Was Halcyon some sort of mythological greek character that roamed around wearing elaborate, fancy jewels and silk togas but inside was just…dull? That’s the only thing that would make sense to me here.

Oh. The pork chop was fine. I could do better. You could do better. Maybe this place was solely built to make us all feel like better cooks.

So selfless! I take it all back. Thank you. Thank you, Halcyon.

Black Iron Burger Shop

28 Jul

Delicious. Just go. Or be a lazy asshat like me and order in.

Although, they did forget my diet coke. I mean, how could they? I needed my DIET coke to take down my double cheesy patty melt with ketchup, mayo, mustard, onions, tomato and onion rings.

Please don’t tell me about diet coke and how it’s terrible for you and made of chemicals. I am aware. I hate diet coke. I only ordered it so I could have the word diet somehow involved in my night. Let me be.

Black Iron Burger Shop:

540 E 5th St
New York, NY 10079
Neighborhoods: East Village, Alphabet City

(212) 677-6067

dead legs

28 Jul

those back legs kill me. and yes, that’s pee.

Mango and cayenne pepper

24 Jul

My new favorite street snack. Make your own by….CUTTING A FUCKING MANGO AND PUTTING CAYENNE PEPPER ON IT. Jesus do I have to tell you guys everything??

xx

 

BLUE RIBBON MAKES ME SO HAPPY

24 Jul

Seriously. If you go to NYC and go to one of those giant, “hip” sushi places, you make me sad. Not mad. Just sad.

I’ve been known to want to go to those big places from time to time….mainly Matsuri, but seriously…there is nothing. like. Blue Ribbon on Sullivan between Prince and Spring.

When I am doing my diet bullshit (and oh, how it is bullshit) sushi is the ONLY thing I find that will satisfy me. Canned tuna with avocado? Fuck off. Hardboiled egg with salt and pepper? Go to hell. A beautiful slice of tuna sashimi with wasabi and ginger? Kiss me.

Here are my 2 personal recommendations, if you ever make it out to Blue Ribbon. These 2 little starters will fill you right up and satisfy you in every way. Except sexually. You might need a partner for that one:

“Kanpachi Usuzukuri” (Thinly sliced amberjack with yuzu pepper)

SO fresh and light and salty and wonderful. Take a bit of the yuzu pepper puree (in the cucumber) onto your chopsticks and grab the amberjack sashimi. This is heaven. Spicy and salty.

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“Maguro Salad” (Seared tuna with sesame dressing)

I really live for this, to the point where I can actually taste it just by thinking of it. Is that gross? It is, isn’t it? Really light and delicious and FILLING, which is really important to me. You get every flavor you crave (for me, it’s salty and sweet mixed together) and yet you don’t leave the restaurant mad at yourself. Love.

Blue Ribbon Sushi

119 Sullivan Street

New York, New York

(whisper) **hello?**

24 Jul

Pssst. Is anyone still here?

Seriously. What just happened? Did I suddenly get a life or what?! I have been so terribly neglectful!

I had kind of a crazy week in Miami debuting my…ahem…new swimsuit collaboration (i refuse to be the kind of person who over-promotes things though, seriously) and now I am just keeping busy with “different projects”. God how fucking lame and pretentious does that sound? But really. I think life is coming together lately. Still have no idea what the hell Im doing, but it’s nice to be able to brainstorm and make the decisions for once.

Anyhoo….I really did like seeing that some of you guys were literally like, “bitch, get back in the kitchen!” or would just simply share photos of some of the things you made from my blog. Although I am STILL waiting for some of you to post photos from the fried corn recipe. YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT AND TAKE PHOTOS AND EAT IT BECAUSE I CANNOT!

I’ll be home for the next month or so…in buckle-down mode for a big swim shoot end of August…I’m sure you can guess what it is but I’m always silenced when it comes to dropping the name.

What does this mean? Well a lot of blogging, since I tend to blog more when I am at home, in bed, alone, hungry, and sad. But also a lot of random blogging that may not be about food at all. I hope you can deal! Food isn’t going to be as fun for the month of August, which makes me just sick, honestly…

The good news is that….hmmm what is the good news here….i dunno….the good news is that I missed you guys and I kind of have a nice, random backup of photos and meals to share. Not many recipes, as I haven’t been “surfing the net” (is that what the kids say?) for a while, but I’ll try to be more on top of my game now.

I MISSED YOU DID YOU MISS ME! (CIRCLE YES / NO)

xx

Pippa

13 Jul

Being evil makes me tired too, Pippsqueak.

HELP

12 Jul

I was about to post one simple little recipe for sea salt chocolate chip cookies, but like that evil mary jane, sea salt chocolate chip cookies only seem to be a gateway drug, as I have found myself finding more and more delicious baked goods being waved around in my face when I hope from site to site, drooling.

I need help man. And I don’t even LOVVVVVE sweets (I’m a salt person myself).

I need an intervention. At the end you can ask me if I will accept your pleas for help and head to buttfuck egypt florida to attend baked goods rehab. I will hesitantly agree then the screen will fade to black and the words “Chrissy left Harmony Baked Goods Rehabilitation after 17 minutes.” and you will sigh because listen, you kind of got attached to me in that one hour, right? I seemed like a good enough person who just fell into a rough crowd. Then something traumatizing happened to me. Something that most people could get over easily but…for whatever reason…I turned to baked goods. “She used to be so active and fun”, you’d say, fighting back tears. I had wonderful relationships with anyone I encountered and now…now I’m just dark behind the eyes. It’s like I have been inhabited by a baked goods demon. I have started going through your drawers looking for cash. Pawning your things to support my habit. And you just. can’t. take it anymore.

Here. Take these recipes away from me, for my own good:

Sea Salt Chocolate Chip Cookies
Picture from citrusandcandy.com || recipe here.

Cinnamon Roll Pie (seriously, YUM)
Photo from summerofpie.com || recipe here.

citrusandcandy.com
photo from traceysculinaryadventures.blogspot.com || recipe here.

**A few things: First of all, “chocolate chip cream scones with maple coffee glaze” has SO MANY FREAKING AMAZING WORDS IN IT. As does “cinnamon roll pie”. And “sea salt chocolate chip cookies”. Fuck it no more talking chrissy want cookies omnomnomnomnomnomnomnlkjfgksjgslkgjslkgjslhkjfhlksjhlskhjdkjhldjfhdf

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morning bathtime!

11 Jul

No, not mine, pervos.

She is the freaking best. Except when she is the fucking worst.

I now understand how people say you can love something without liking it all the time.

Good morning!

ok yes corn again.

10 Jul

I cannot get this recipe off my mind. Southern fried corn….WITH BACON GREASE. Recipe here.

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