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
Alright people, first of all, I apologize to all of you three or four dedicated you-fooders for the long intervals between posts. Believe me it’s been wearing on me not to come out with something fresh and scintillating (ok at least moderately interesting) every few days or at the very least every week. This is what happens when you have a job that you must attend to every day. I’m a sucker. Yeah, I’m back on the murder show. But it’s a good thing I know the antidote to working on a reality homicide show: frozen yogurt. That’s right y’all. I finally finished the first installment of the the fro-yo reviews. I know I’m probably at least a year behind the times as far as this newest fro-yo fad is concerned, but better late than never. And I’m sure there’s still plenty of folks newly initiated into the Pinkberry ranks who would appreciate the painstaking effort that goes into sampling the various fro-yo establishments. For all of you, I present a bit of culture (get it? yogurt has live culture – sheeeiiit look it up if you don’t believe me.
our first stop of the night
Well, in a sense. Chavella’s a tiny little restaurant opened up a little over a year ago half a block from where I was living in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn (now I live all of about a block away). I would pass by and take a look at the menu which offers a selection of somewhat standard Mexican fare including tacos, tortas, quesadillas and bigger plates of enchiladas, tamales and chicken mole…
Read the full review.
… while the men sit around watch TV and eat. Just kidding. Well, only partly. None of the menfolk (me, my dad, my brother-in-law) cooked that night (I but I did film them for the benefit of the public), but we sure as hell did eat. And delicious it was, as Yoda would say.
Alright, just so you know, I shot this over month ago at my sister’s house in California but due to various circumstances – actual paying work, moving to a new apartment, the fact that these vids take a while for me (Mr. Professional TV guy) time to produce, and I’m kind of lazy – I haven’t been able to put up these recipes, which I promised in my last post, until now. For that I apologize but I know all the 3 regular readers of this site will understand. My sister does her version of empanadas and my mom does her version of polenta. Ain’t globalization grand? Alright, without further ado, check out how my mom and sis do.
