Ok, I’ve made you suffer through some art so now onto the important stuff. New York was chock-a-block with amazing food, and from the fancy to the processed I tried it all.
First let me tell you about the most amazing cookie in the world, it’s called the Nutter Butter. My life is now divided into two parts; BNB* and ANB**. How I managed to wait till my fourth trip state-side before hearing its siren song of peanut butter cookie goodness is a wonder. The best way to describe it is like a peanut shaped, peanut butter flavoured Oreo. Even if my trip to New York had been a disaster***, Nutter Butters would have made it all worthwhile.
Ok, I have to stop talking about Nutter Butters****.
Let me take you to the other end of the eating spectrum, our fancy celebration diner at Colicchio & Sons; the best example of American hospitality that I have ever seen.
What were we celebrating I hear you ask? Well, the trip was to celebrate both of my parents turning 60 this year. But because we can never do too much celebrating, my sister got engaged in Central Park in the middle of the trip!!! So we went from excited to hysterical and went out to dinner.
Colicchio & Sons started the night of with a smile. They had printed special menus saying Happy Birthday to my Mum and Dad. Then with effortless grace they sent course after course of delicious food our way (and were happy to delay between entrée and main when it looked like we were about to food coma).
The highlights for me were without question the bookends to our meal. The hot brioche rolls that started our dinner were the sort of thing I could eat every day of my life – soft, buttery and morish (members of our table who will remain nameless were heard to say “whatever you do, don’t let then take that bread away …” and that was in the middle of our dessert courses!).
And the other bookend, the burnt marshmallow ice-cream in a home made wafer basket on top of a peanut brittle sauce…. Yeah I don’t need to explain why that was so good.
To finish up this foodie post let me tell you about the best breakfast I have ever eaten. The picture at the top of this post is of the coconut pancakes at Public, a cool cafe/resteraunt in Soho. The pancakes were as light as air, topped with toasted coconut flakes, drizzled in ginger-lime syrup and accompanied by a ricotta and mango salad i.e heaven. The fact that it was served by an incredibly charming waitress and topped off with a kiwi style coffee was just icing on the proverbial cake. This is a cafe you have to go to when you hit up NYC.
* Before Nutter Butter
** after Nutter Butter
*** it wasn’t, the trip was all kinds of awesome.
**** not going to happen because I LOVE NUTTER BUTTERS