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Notes from the Weekend: March 4
This weekend we've got plenty of pasta plus some good old fashioned home cookin'. Oh and nachos.
Notes from the Weekend: March 4
Notes from the Weekend is a feature that sees the members of Team Meal Ticket compiling all the food/drink highlights uncovered during prime eatin' time, Friday to Sunday. We'd love to hear all about YOUR weekend eating adventures in the comments. Go for it! (View past NFTW installments at citypaper.net/notes.)
Adam Erace: AE
Caroline Russock: CR
Emily Kovach: EK
Another week, another tame Friday night. Although it goes against pretty much all of my conventions I decided to be responsible, stay in and cook. Dinner was a what's in the fridge? (virtually nothing) affair of kimchi fried rice with arugula and a couple of over easy eggs. I spent the evening catching up on every episode of Nick Kroll's new show that's pretty much the funniest thing ever (see this guide to visiting Europe.)—CR
All afternoon on Friday, Ry and I traded "what should we make for dinner?" texts back and forth, with no real outcome other than "something with chicken," and "something Asian inspired." Maybe there should be a reality show based on the vague text challenges between cooking companions. On the way home, I decided to take the reins and picked up a few things for peanut noodles. At home, I started on some marinades with the help of a recipe posted on Smitten Kitchen last year. Chicken got marinated in some lime, fish sauce and sugar and done up on the grill (hear that, spring? The GRILL! We're getting started no matter how slowly you arrive). The noodles were dressed with a fish sauce-spiked peanut dressing and topped with a shit ton of vegetables and devoured in minutes.—EK
Saturday night, met up with the in-laws at fam fave Maggio's in Southampton. C got chicken cacciatore (spicy and tangy), I got veal parm (crunchy and cheesy) with a huge hunk of banana chocolate-chip cake for dessert.—AE
On Saturday errands brought me to the magical land of Cherry Hill where eating Doritos Tacos Locos from the Taco Bell drive-thru is totally acceptable. Before heading back to the city I stopped by Pei Wei for a plate of lettuce wraps that aren't even all that good but have a P.F. Chang's magnetic pull. Later that evening I made my way up to Johnny Brenda's for an awesome set by Beach Fossils a few Bulleit ryes.—CR
After a good ass kicking at the gym on Saturday, I joined a friend at Capogiro for lunch: a proscuitto and mozzarella panini, toasted and melt-y. I utilized my meager willpower and did not order gelato, which I immediately regretted. Dinner was a bit of a gluttonous affair at American Sardine Bar: potato tacos, a kale salad buried under a blizzard of Parmesan cheese, french fries, and the "Fritz's Blitz:" a cheesesteak with ham and blue cheese dressing (shared!). This unholy monster was every kind of savory mashed up onto one sandwich roll in an offering before the stoner gods. I'm getting the idea that this is sort of the theme of the Sardine Bar's menu.
Spent Sunday with my parents (so many parents this weekend arrgggh!) for brunch and dinner. Grits, runny eggs, English muffins and jam to start. Rotelli in pork gravy and an antipasto topped with roasted peppers and chips of provolone to finish. And two cute dogs.—AE
On Sunday afternoon I headed over to Cantina for a few pink grapefruit margaritas and a plate of steak nachos. I'm beginning to think that some sort of weekend nachos intervention might need to happen. Post nachos I stopped by Ray's Happy Birthday Bar for a beer (did you guys know that yesterday was Ira Glass's birthday?) and then over to the Taproom and Underground Arts before calling it a day. —CR
On Sunday, we had a few friends over for a late brunch: everything bagels from Four World Bakery, homemade veggie goat and cream cheese spread, scrambled eggs, roasted potatoes, fruit salad, and classic mimosas. After the requisite lazy afternoon that followed, I started prepping a roasted garlic tart from the contender for best cookbook ever: Plenty by Yotam Ottolenghi. Two kinds of cheese, whipped eggs, balsamic glazed roasted garlic, herbs and heavy cream were all baked into a puff pastry shell, and the results made me wonder why I ever pay anyone else to cook for me. The answer to that question is more easily answered on lazier days, but the tart was, by all accounts, just a beautiful Sunday night dinner specimen.—EK
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