As a former waiter, I am thoroughly embarrassed by our attempt to annoy the living hell out of the staff at Rudar Soccer Club, a Croatian-Istrian bar and restaurant in Astoria. Four of us—including a legendary shark-eating Slovenian and an American dude who is abnormally chummy with orangutans—showed up at around 5:00. A fifth diner […]
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In case you haven’t already noticed, I really enjoy eating massive quantities of ethnic food. You might say that I eat like a pig. Or a truck driver. Or a truck-driving pig. Or a guy who drives a truck filled with pigs. Either way, a civilized “tasting” of dainty, fancy food puts me a little […] Read More >> |
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Why I love New York: on a Friday afternoon, I dined with a Slovene in a likable little place called Cemi Café, owned by ethnic Albanians from Montenegro. The friendly line cook was from Ecuador. The meat was seasoned with a spice blend from Croatia. The beer was from The Netherlands. And our server was […] Read More >> |
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When I lay my porky little head to rest every night, I almost always dream about food. (Sometimes I wake up after chewing on my cheek. My fiancé laughs at me.) In my favorite food dream, I walk into a restaurant and desperately want to try everything on the menu, but I only have one […] Read More >> |
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I almost laughed my ass off before I managed to get through the door at the New York Estonian House, a members-only social club in Midtown. I had called earlier in the day, and the friendly club manager agreed to let us sample the club’s Estonian cuisine. As we approached the club, the bartender and […] Read More >> |
