Mango Salsa

I’ve been eating magoes like they’re going out of style these past few weeks. I get them in the Indian markets in Jackson Heights, Queens where they sell them by the box for like $7.99 for ten. Did you hear me…$7.99 for 10, for the big red and green, juicy ones!

The great thing about Queens is that it is super-ethnic, meaning the food and ingredients you find here are the real deal, and super cheap to boot. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than sharing an amazing food find and these mangoes are an absolute gem. They remind me of the mangoes we eat in Colombia when we visit my family in the little town of Girardot, where my mother grew up. It’s a tropical place [read: hot as blazes, although not unlike the weather we’ve been having lately in New York] but I have great memories of spending time there as a kid and eating the most delicious mangoes for breakfast.


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Michael Pollan Gets “Cooked”

Michael Pollan's, <em>Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation</em>

Michael Pollan’s latest book, Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation.

I went to Michael Pollan’s book signing for his new book, Cooked at Barnes & Noble in Union Square a few weeks ago. (I am the queen of finding free shit to do in the city, by the way). It’s hard not to have heard of this guy or the new book. There’s been a media blitz about it in recent weeks: it’s been featured in The New York Times, NPR, The Colbert Report… Continue reading

M. Wells Dinette at MoMA PS1

M. Wells Dinette, otherwise known as the MoMA PS1 cafeteria in Long Island City, is not your typical museum dining. It’s run by a young, hipster-ish couple—he being chef Hugue Dufour, from the frou frou Au Pied de Cochon in Montreal—and his wife and business partner, Sarah Obraitis.

M. Wells Diner

The original M. Wells Diner, Assville, Long Island City. (MoMA PSI can be seen in the background—red brick building at left).

But let’s take a step back…before M. Wells the dinette, there was M. Wells the diner—perhaps the most talked about restaurant in Long Island City—ever. So much so that The New York Times named it one of 10 Restaurants Worth a Plane Ride.

What?? Get on a plane to Assville, Long Island City—my neighborhood—for a diner? No need to arrive by plane folks, actually Assville is off the 7 train at the Hunter’s Point subway station. Although not far from civilization, it’s a creepy industrial area that I do not make a point of frequenting, especially at night. Yet people came in droves, and waited up to two hours to get a table, then raved and raved about the food. Continue reading

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