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McMarko is not allowed to eat Indian food around his wife. There is something about the spice mixtures she finds unappetizing. So I am de facto Indian food lunch buddy. The boys got two item combinations. I got the one item combination with chicken tikka masala.
All the combinations come with rice (choice of pilau or plain basmati), naan, and salad with a tangy tamarind and yoghurt dressing. I also got a vegetable samosa, which comes with its own tangy tamarind dipping sauce. One item combinations are roughly $6 and two items are around $8, give or take, depending on whether your selections are chicken or vegetables.
The one item combo was enough for me. I took my samosa and sauce home for a snack later. Naan Stop Sw…swaa…swa-weeeet … Forgive me, I need to catch my breath after practically running back to my computer after having these at lunch time. Ok, I’m ready.
Sweet potato fries. Now available. $2.75 for a very generous order. Try them with the bbq sauce. Aw yeah. Kahuna has redeemed itself from the whulpable “Wipe Out” chili cheese fries. This probably applies to the downtown location, too. Kahuna Grill
I’d walked by the place, or one of its many fruity imitators a number of times on my stay, but never stopped in. Finally, opportunity. Gray’s Papaya has maintained a Recession Special for years, regardless of being in a recession or not. It was apt now, and a good deal – Two hot dogs and one tropical fruit drink for just a smidge over $5.00. I ordered just a simple hot dog, with sauerkraut, and added mustard. The man behind the counter asked if I was from Virginia. “No, Santa Barbara.” “Santa Barbara!” he said. Then he looked at the man standing in the queue behind me. “Santa Barbara!” he said to him. The man looked surprised and said, “How did you know?” What is up with that, Santa Barbarans all decided to be in New York that week. I didn’t know him, but he did explain to me he was really from Carpinteria. Yes, from an east coast perspective that is Santa Barbara. My hot dog was good.
We had to consume a good bottle of Pinot. We’d had a very rich dinner the night before. So we came up with this BRILLIANT idea of drinking the fine wine with Taco Bell, you know, to balance things out. Great theory. Poor execution. Dinner FAIL. I was passed out drunk an hour later, my dining companion was passed out from food coma. And to add insult to injury, I thought I’d try these triple layer nachos instead of the tried-and-true chips and mmmmm nacho cheese sauce (which I love), and the nachos were pretty naff. And lots of packaging, which offends my psuedo-hippie sensibilities. We couldn’t even make it through an episode of Metalocalypse, and that show is just 15 minutes long! Is there any beverage that pairs well with Taco Bell? Please advise. Taco Bell
To stave off the gout as the result of my decadent gastronomic lifestyle, I occasionally dabble in the common food of Taco Bell. Just kidding. Truth be told, I have a strange obsession with nacho cheese sauce and Taco Bell fills that need, and for just a few pieces of pocket change. My lunch companion even tests me on my devotion to nacho cheese sauce. Him: are you *sure* you want to go? That’s dedication, because I am the world’s worst parker and a stressball about finding parking. When I get my chips and cheese, I first pull off the lid of the cheese sauce and watch the steam rise up. Ahhh, hot cheese. Dip that chip in there and savor the moment. Moments later, the little tub of cheese has cooled and the top of the cheese forms of gelatinous film. That’s when I dip in a chip and watch the plastic cheese crease up into folds. I spend the rest of my lunch trying to work out the magical formula for consuming all the cheese at the precise moment I am eating the last chip. Still needs more study. This particular Taco bell has two eating spots, and none of them are indoors. So maybe not such a great place to eat while it’s raining. Luckily it never rains here. The two eating spots are: * Loud and Proud section – right out in full view on Fairview, in the sun. This is where I eat. Because I love nacho cheese sauce! Taco Bell Whoa, fancy pants McDonalds. A Chicago resident took me through here to gawk at the hugeness of the place and the cushy seats and the soda fountain and the higher priced menu. Love the Pez collection on the second floor, and the view, hey that’s not bad for a 40% markup on food that costs a buck or two to begin with. Can you order food at your table? Haw haw. Of course, my companion mentioned the missing rock and roll memorabilia. Pity. Fyi, I think they sent the Elvis to Paso “nowheresville” Robles in California, because I saw him there. He lives. We didn’t order any food, just passing through as tourists. Can I take a picture of you? Where’s Michigan? I’m a Chicago tourist pure and true. For Chicago-style hot dogs, I had two places on my list of possabilities, and SuperDawg was too far away. The other one was Portillo’s. Well, my Chicago lunch companion approved, and thus we dined. Order at the counter, scoot over to pick up area and loiter around until the numbers are randomly called. The number caller will serve up an extra side of sass if you don’t *race* up and grab your food within microseconds.
I have an odd fascination with both hot dogs and cheese sauce, and coincidentally I ordered the all beef dog and cheese fries. I had no idea I’d get a little tub of cheese sauce just like the kind I normally fawn over. This was a match made in heaven. Portillo’s |
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What trip to New York is complete without a forage for one of my favorite street foods, a hot dog. I may have just eaten a good portion of curry, but walking towards the subway there was Gray’s Papaya.
