349 East 13th St (between 1st and 2nd Aves)
New York, NY 10003
The Redhead is a restaurant I’ve passed many, many times before but had never thought to walk in. It looks like a dark dive bar from the outside and frankly, the name “The Redhead” never sounded like an appetizing name for a restaurant. Butttttt… don’t judge a book by its cover right?
Eager to try something new one Friday night, LAW, H.W., T.W. and I came to check it out. It’s rated surprisingly well on Yelp and is known for its fried chicken. Can’t say no to fried chicken! We started with a couple drinks. I got the Porch Swing ($11), which is pretty much a spiked Arnold Palmer with cognac, Redhead sweet tea, fresh lemon, and mint. VERY strong. VERY delicious. Definitely exceeded my expectations.
We started with the Grilled Octopus ($12) with marinated beets, chorizo, rye, and pickled mustard. Deeeeelicious. The marinated beets and pickled mustard added a nice acidity to the almost-creamy octopus. Octopus was soft, but not too soft. Had a nice bite to it. Chorizo added a little extra flavor. All round solid dish. Continue reading
Out of every 10 people I know, maybe half a person actually likes mooncakes. It’s a rare occasion these days where people actually eat mooncakes because they like them, and not just for the holiday. Today is Mid-Autumn festival. Feel free to read the wiki on what the holiday actually is, but for me, it has always been the day I had to eat dense, incredibly sweet mooncakes.
Godiva has come up with a limited edition of mooncakes for this holiday and very graciously sent a box over for me to sample!
The “mooncakes” aren’t actually mooncakes at all. They are actually just chocolates that are cleverly labeled as “small mooncakes.” I’m saving the big one in the center (Grapefruit and Black Tea) for later, but sampled the other three types. All of them are filled with some kind of tea-infused chocolate ganache. Continue reading
Ever since a dinner party I went to recently where C.H. made fresh pesto, I have been non-stop thinking about pesto. I soon realized that the only way I could cure myself of this was for me to make my own pesto. I don’t own a blender (yet), but discovered that a blender is only optional in the world of pesto making. As a matter of fact, the first blog I’ve ever read (with the most beautiful food photos), blogs “Pesto Like an Italian Grandmother” – chunky monkey style (she doesn’t call it that, she’s a little more graceful of a writer than I am).
As I do with most recipes, I followed this one loosely. I bought the following ingredients:
- bunch of basil (leaves only, washed and dried)
- handful of raw pine nuts
- 3/4 cup of parmesan
- 3 small cloves of garlic
- olive oil
- some kind of pasta – I opted for fettuccine