Mesdames et Messieurs, c’est avec plaisir que je vous presente mon ami Channon. How that for some busted up French? Alright so check out my friend Channon’s first report from France where she’s spending the next five months living the good life. Be sure also to check out her blog, “From Right Here” for more detailed accounts and beautiful photographs of her time en France. But first, check out her first review…
Hey folks,
This is your friendly not-so-neighborhood foreign food correspondent Tim,
giving you the what’s-whats from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Like my long-time
pal CTing (this emphasis on your last name is new – must be an internet
thing), I plan to give you periodic reviews of restaurants. Since you’ll
probably never actually go to one of these places, I’ll try to pepper it
with as much culture (no, not the fro-yo kind) as your literary palates can
take. Unlike CTing, I plan to avoid first-initial last-name self-references
in order to avoid ridicule, or at least disappointing Google hits for people
who were expecting something else when they typed in “THigh”.
My first subject, in spite of what I just told you, is a recounting of my
culinary experiences not in Rio, but in Porto de Galinhas, Pernambuco, just
south of Recife…(read on)
Alright so last week during the massive heat wave here in NYC, me and Shef decided to get a little culture by checking out the David Byrne Musical building, we decided to reward ourselves and escape the heat with a some more culture of the yogurt variety and get some fro-yo. So in the interest of broadening our fro-yo palate we went to Red Mango, supposedly the inspiration for Pinkberry. Check the fro-yo reviews (at the bottom) for what we thought.
So what exactly am I talking about? Well, go ahead and take a look a the Chavellas post for a little background info. Perhaps now you’ll understand what I mean when I say that this neighborhood in Queens, the second most populated borough in NYC kicks Chavellas’s – the tiny Mexican restaurant in Prospect Heights – ass. Of course it’s not a fair fight, but it’s true. Whereas Chavellas is close, convenient and serves up mediocre somewhat gringofied Mexican food, J-Heights, Queens is far away, totally a hassle to get to (from our pad in P-Heights, Bklyn), but it is the home to awesome and authentic Mexican food -most notably the tacos. Don’t believe me? You’re wrong. Need convincing? Read on.
the last taco of the day
