I really like eating international church and mosque food.  I ate an amazing meal last week at an incredibly friendly Norwegian church, and I enjoyed one of the best meals of my life in a parking lot behind an Indonesian mosque in Astoria.  So when I found out that there was a Lithuanian festival in […]

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Two things I thought I knew when I first moved to New York two years ago: New Yorkers are mean, and picked herring is gross. Clearly, I’m not terribly smart, or at least not quite open-minded enough. Based pretty much on internet rumors, I decided to check out the Norwegian Seaman’s Church in Midtown East, […]

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Usually, my gluttony is exactly why I enjoy spending so much time in restaurants, but sometimes, the gluttony bites me in the (proverbial, but rapidly spreading) ass.  I got home from the Indonesian food bazaar—where friendly ladies continued to stuff food into my hands after I’d already eaten the equivalent of two full meals—at around […]

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After eating half a plate of halusky, the national dish of Slovakia, at a Czech restaurant a few days ago, I knew exactly what I was getting into when I headed to Slovak-owned Milan’s in Brooklyn:  meat, potatoes, cheese, more potatoes, some fried dough, and maybe some more cheese and meat.  And that’s completely awesome, […]

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I apologize, Central Europe: I clearly underestimated your entire region of the world, at least from a culinary perspective. I’m now guilty of walking into Austrian, Hungarian, and Czech(-oslovak?) restaurants with supremely low expectations, just trying to cross a few countries off my list. And thanks to Zlata Praha, I’ve now been pleasantly surprised by […]

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