Continuing on the posts about my recent adventure to the land of olives, pasta and prosciutto I think it’s time I introduce everyone to Nennella’s. Although it was one of the first places I went, I originally wanted to save writing about this one for last – save the best for last right? I remember starting to write about a few other topics, but somehow ended up with a lot about Nennella’s and not a lot of anything else. I’ll consider it an early Christmas present for the readers.
I’m convinced there’s never a bad time to talk about pizza. After spilling the beans last week, I thought now would be a good time to take a return trip to the Pizza Belt. And by trip, I don’t mean that figuratively, I mean an actual trip to the Pizza Belt that existed long before the Pizza Belt most of us are familiar with grew into popularity. If the American Northeast is the Pizza Belt, this place is the Pizza Boot.
Now would be a good time to read all about Smorgasburg if you haven’t yet. Read it? Ok, good. Read on. Now that you’re familiar with Smorgasburg, let me talk about Madison Square Eats. Apparently the proper term for these kind of places is “pop-up market”. One day it’s there and another it’s not. It’s trendy. I don’t like trendy. I do like a variety of dishes from a variety of cuisines prepared by people who are trying to do something big in a small space. I like to think that’s what these “pop-up markets” are really all about. It’s a safe place to take risks – whether you are there to eat or there to cook. Something comes out bad? Try the next booth(or customer). So then, is Madison Square Eats a risk worth taking?
I’m sure everyone has just been on the edges of their seats since my last post waiting for the next one :). It’s been a little longer than usual, but I think I have a pretty good excuse if you’ll just hear me out. The past week or so I have been carrying out some in depth research (read: eating) in order to share the experiences here (I swear that’s the real reason :)). In the past I’ve generally tried for a single post per week, but the next week or two I have so many things on my mind I’m going to try to post a bit more frequently. Here’s a taste of what’s on the menu for the next few weeks:
Full disclosure: This post was supposed to be about a recent visit to a great seafood restaurant in NYC. I had been looking forward to writing about it, and yet here you are reading this disclaimer about what I was supposed to write instead of well, what I was supposed to write. So, why am I not writing about this unnamed place? Excellent question! I did indeed go to said restaurant and I certainly enjoyed the food! Unfortunately something else went very wrong. It’s a problem I’ve always had, but one that has become more and more apparent as of late. It’s hard to believe, but the truth of it is –
The Gold Coast, the Ivory Coast, the Rust Belt – the name alone is enough to bring to mind a very specific region famous (or infamous) for a very particular reason. There’s another region to add to that list; The Pizza Belt. So where exactly is the Pizza Belt and what is its claim to fame? Take a wild guess and you likely won’t be very far off. If you’ve spent a length of time within it I can guarantee you’ll realize when you’ve left it. Continue reading “Deconstructing: The Pizza Belt”
Just about every summer growing up, I would go to the county fair. I can’t say I had the same appreciation for food back then (and I certainly didn’t know what a blog was, but then neither did anyone else) that I do now, but it was always impressive to see so many different vendors offering so many different kinds of food (and let’s be honest, if you’re in the kind of place that has a county fair in the first place, there’s probably not a whole lot of culinary variety there otherwise).
Smorgasburg in Brooklyn, NY reminds me very much of those county fairs (though unfortunately the carnies have been replaced with vegan non-GMO organic gluten-free hippies). I’m not sure how well known Smorgasburg (which I assume is a combination of Smorgasbord and Williamsburg, the original location) is outside of the New York City area, so for those unfamiliar, it’s a (large) gathering of food vendors that set up shop every Saturday and Sunday from Spring to Fall in one of 2 riverside locations in Brooklyn. I was recently able to make it out to the Brooklyn Bridge Park location (Saturdays are held at East River State Park) for one of the first few weekends of this season. Continue reading “Smorgasburg”