I have a soft spot for New York’s legendary Estonian House, where I spent a magnificent evening eating salt herring, drinking heavily, and pretending to be a barn swallow. So when the Estonians graciously allowed me to return to the club to eat more Estonian food, I jumped at the opportunity. This time, the […]
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If you’re ever wondering how I became so food-obsessed, head to Iowa and introduce yourself to my mother. She’s one hell of a great cook, and she can do some serious damage to a plate of cinnamon rolls, brownies, or apricot crisp. She’s the daughter of Russian (Cossack) and Ukrainian immigrants, and her Ukrainian […] Read More >> |
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Whenever I hang out with Slovenians, I learn something interesting. As I sat around Café Marlene, a Slovenian-owned spot in Sunnyside, my Slovenian companions started reminiscing about their favorite Slovenian meals, which did not include Icelandic putrefied shark. Their favorite Slovenian dishes did, however, include dormouse stew called obara, which is apparently a delicacy consumed […] Read More >> |
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Some things never sound all that good, no matter how you try to describe them. Take, for example, pickled herring (gooey but oddly delicious), goat meat (stringy, but I swear that it’s a good sort of stringy), or Korean gelatinous fish skins. Or codfish patties, which sound like something you might find while cleaning the […] Read More >> |
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Most of the time, I focus my food blogging energy and digestive juices on obscure ethnic eateries in NYC. But once in a while, I run across amazing food in unexpected places–like Des Moines, Iowa or Talkeetna, Alaska–and I feel obligated to share my surprise (and smelly belches?) with the world. My lovely naked […] Read More >> |
