I prefer a glass of bourbon and a pipe for dessert hell I cant even pronounce tiramisu and had to goolge it to find out what it was. Damn I am an old codger
This. A wee bit of Armagnac in with the coffee liquer & you're off to the races.It is tasty, I have made it many times. Pretty easy to make.
Lesson: Not as bad as getting sushi at the gas station, but one should never order Tiramisu at a place that does mainly Pizza.
Were you outraged? Or merely offended?
Let’s be real it was a barber shop espresso bar bodega deli / Italian 7-11.I had a great panini once in a gas station in Sicily.
Let’s be real it was a barber shop espresso bar bodega deli / Italian 7-11.
Haha we don’t but I have been to them.No, it was literally a chain called AutoZone or something on the side of a highway... like an Italian WaWa (not sure you have those out there).
Haha we don’t but I have been to them.
how about Harris Teeter?
or my favorite name for a gas station chain: Kum & Go ?
I think Harris Teeter are in PA ?
that's got to be a lot of Kum.
edit: Harris Teeter is a grocery store. still a hilarious name.
I think Harris Teeter are in PA ?
that's got to be a lot of Kum.
edit: Harris Teeter is a grocery store. still a hilarious name.
Lesson: Not as bad as getting sushi at the gas station, but one should never order Tiramisu at a place that does mainly Pizza.
Were you outraged? Or merely offended?
The best Tiramisu I’ve ever had was at Ferrara Bakery in Little Italy/NYC. Yeah, it’s a little touristy but everything is amazing. Seriously, their tiramisu is a revelation.
That’s great to hear. Back in the day when I was living in NJ every Sunday my buddy and I would drive to Hoboken and take the Path into the city for lunch/dinner or just walk around. Most of the time we’d go to La Mella (back when it was only 1 building) then hit Ferrara, followed by some bars in Hoboken. No greater feeling of freedom than living 30 minutes from Manhattan in your teens and 20s.I passed by the other day... still open.
That’s great to hear. Back in the day when I was living in NJ every Sunday my buddy and I would drive to Hoboken and take the Path into the city for lunch/dinner or just walk around. Most of the time we’d go to La Mella (back when it was only 1 building) then hit Ferrara, followed by some bars in Hoboken. No greater feeling of freedom than living 30 minutes from Manhattan in your teens and 20s.
Apologies for chiming in so very late, and, well. . . gloating is probably the right word.
But there have been so very few happy advantages to the past 21 weeks of lockdown here in New York. One of them, however, is delivery. And especially from local restaurants you've patronized for a while, want to support, and hope will survive whatever is still coming.
For me, my shortlist includes Motorino Pizza on Broadway in Williamsburg Brooklyn (originally opened here in 2008) --which I can honestly say (based on a decade living in Italy) can hold its own with old school spots in towns like Naples and Bari. Absolutely no compromises are made with ingredients, and their large wood fired oven looks quite as convincing as those at Johns on Bleeker Street, Pepe's and Sally's in New Haven, and all the other great pizza dynasties I've visited that were founded on the continent in the 1920s.
Many restaurants, including Motorino (which evidently has pretentious to worldwide conquest and domination with recent branches opened elsewhere in NYC, Hong Kong, Dubai, Manila, Maylasia, and Singapore) claim they're being eaten alive by the middleman fees being charged by Seamless/Grubhub. So, last night I telephoned rather than ordering online.
Ten minutes later, ECCO!--a beautifully charred, piping hot pie with spicy soppressata. And as a surprise "thank you," a free, and totally unexpected and totally convincing Tirumisu, that tasted freshly made. Really quite as good as their pizzas (which was equally surprising).
I actually visited the PJ Clark's in Paris a few eons ago--before cash machines were everywhere, and gasp, yes, there were phone booths (which very seldom worked) on city street corners. I was not quite down and out but running very short on cash, and managed to bludgeon/shame the manager into cashing a personal check (if you remember them-- written with a pen on paper). This, if I recall, with a little extra enthusiasm fueled by a few drinks, on the basis I was an AMERICAN.That was a nice touch I haven’t been to that place since shortly after it opened. I too dislike those restaurants that over expand, Pj Clark’s a time some point opened a bunch of places overseas most of which I believe closed.