I don’t think of myself as a vain or prissy sort of guy, but I have a mildly weird obsession with finding the right barber.  Whenever I move to a new city, I’ll keep trying new places until I find exactly the right dude who makes me look tolerably clean. For whatever reason, I […]

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My recent Bangladeshi meal provided a little glimpse into the future of United Nations of Food. I know that somewhere around 50-80 national cuisines will be “unfindable”–meaning that no restaurant in NYC explicitly claims to serve those particular cuisines. But I’m convinced that many of those cuisines will be hidden somewhere. For example, plenty of […]

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I probably should have developed this habit from the very beginning, but I’ve just started to consistently google the phrase “national dish of (enter country name here)” before heading out to restaurants.  In the past, this has led me to some beautiful meals—Burmese mohinga, West African attieke/acheke, and Barbadian cou-cou and flying fish, among other […]

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When I moved to New York last summer, I pretty much crapped myself during my first trip to our local grocery store here in Midtown. A relatively normal box of cereal cost $6 if it was on sale, $8 if the grocery store really hates you. One day, my girlfriend brought home a $20 bottle […]

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  I live in the east 40s in Manhattan, and I’ve always pretty much assumed that NYC’s (expensive, whitewashed) Upper East Side is a barren wasteland when it comes to cheap, good ethnic food. I’m sure that the UES has more than its share of great old-school European places, but I thought that I’d be […]

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