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El Paso, in pictures

Please enjoy pictures from my recent trip to El Paso, Texas. From the desert landscape to the authentic Mexican food, I regained a sense of nostalgia and appreciation for my lovely hometown.



Lunch at Tenzan (Midtown East location)

For me, sushi was definitely an "acquired taste." I'm very particular about seafood, and for the most part, I avoid it unless I'm confident in the person who's preparing it. To this day, I still think I'm the only Jew who doesn't take lox on her bagel and cream cheese.

When I told Teddi that it was her turn to pick the restaurant, I was hoping that she wouldn't say "sushi." Sure enough, she mentioned that Tenzan had recently opened in her neighborhood and served, you guessed it, sushi. "It's light and healthy and just sounds good," she said. After a hefty three-hour French class, I was starving and reluctantly gave in to her restaurant choice. I did tell her it was her turn, after all.

Imagining I'd walk in to a dark 20'x20' room lined with linoleum floors and a dirty, overstocked fish tank, I found myself in the most zen-like atmosphere. Taking center stage in the restaurant was a floor to ceiling waterfall that made the most tranquil sounds. The space itself was large and finished with the latest in modern interior decor.

Since Teddi had eaten at Tenzan prior to our date, she noted that the lunch specials were the way to go. We each ordered the two-roll combo that came with miso soup or salad. I opted for the salad, a spicy tuna roll and a shrimp with mango roll. Instead of beginning my afternoon with a glass of plum wine, I ordered a cup of hot tea that was both nutty and spicy.

I was pleased to find that iceberg lettuce did not take center stage as the main component of my salad. The robust, meatier mixed greens actually enhanced the flavor of the ginger dressing. Both of the rolls were excellent and exquisitely fresh, however, the spicy tuna stole my heart. The ratio of fish to rice was precise and the temperature of both rolls was perfect; not cold, but not warm. The shrimp with mango was a lovely combination, but I felt that the bland shrimp was overpowered by the zesty ripe mango.

When the check arrived, I was shocked to find that our entire meal set us back a mere $18! For $9 each, Teddi and I had a fantastic meal, great service and left the restaurant with full bellies. So take it from me, any of you sushi-unaficionados, Tenzan will change your mind on the infamous roll forever.


Since when...? (on-going)

Since when

...Were us ladies unable to purchase a designer bag or pair of shoes (exclusive of the Birkin) for under $1000?
...Did Mexican restaurants start charging patrons for chips and salsa?
...Did unisex restrooms become the "norm?" Ew.
...Are women too damn lazy to get their worn-out high heels capped? I hate the clicking noise it makes. Take care of yourselves, ladies! Jeez.

Burgers & Beers at the Corner Bistro

Amidst the chaos of last week's historical Wall Street meltdown, I found myself wondering what, if any, coping mechanisms people used to get them through this tough time. Would bars be getting more business? What about casinos? And how about drug dealers? I would assume so, but maybe not. This was a financial crisis, after all.
In what has become all too habitual, I decided to numb my pain with a good, inexpensive meal. Noshing on a cheeseburger, fries and a beer (or three) sounded like the perfect dose of medicine for me. My friend Susan and I made our way to the charming West Village neighborhood and found ourselves at the Corner Bistro. Before we walked in, I was imagining us having to wait in a long, winding line for a table. The Corner Bistro is an infamous institution in New York known for their burgers, bar scene and painfully cramped quarters. Luckily, Susan and I arrived around 6:30 p.m., which is considered "meal time for Seniors" by Manhattan standards. We scored a fantastic corner booth in the bar room without having to wait a second.

I wasn't sure whether it was the jazz music singing to me in the background, the old fashioned tin ceilings and the chocolate brown hardwood floors, or observing all of the names and initials etched in our butcher block table; but this restaurant felt very comforting, uplifting and "old New York" to me. Corner Bistro's food menu is simple: Burger, cheeseburger, grilled chicken sandwich, BLT, chili, and French fries. The full bar menu, on the other hand, is much more extensive.

Susan and I each started with a cider beer and split a custom order of chili-cheese fries (I say "custom" because chili, cheese, and French fries are all on the menu, but they aren't offered as the combined greasy masterpiece which I ordered) as an appetizer to our Bistro Burgers ("Bistro" is the addition of cheese and bacon). The cider beer was cold and the chili cheese fries were a hot mess (in a good way). Thin, McDonald's size French fries, were piled on a plate and topped with American cheese slices and doused with homemade beef chili. Pasteurized-processed cheese is normally something that grosses me out to the point of avoidance (except when used in grilled cheese sandwiches), but it worked well with this dish because this type of cheese is creamier than other varieties, such as cheddar. Plus, the chili was piping hot, allowing the processed product to melt seamlessly over the fries. (Oh, who knows, maybe I'm just trying to console my inner "white trash!") Our Bistro Burgers arrived on small, 6" diameter paper plates similar to those that cake used to be served on at childhood birthday parties. Fresh iceberg lettuce, a thick tomato slice and white onion graced one half of the bun, while the thick beef burger patty topped with melted American cheese and bacon graced the other. After a sprinkle of salt and a lather of ketchup, I united the sandwich together and took my first bite. Fitting my mouth around the burger wasn't easy, but I was determined to taste every element, from the bottom bun to the top bun.

Susan and I must have been silent throughout our entire meal. I was so entranced by my Bistro Burger, that I was speechless. The fresh hamburger buns must have been buttered and grilled prior to the addition of ingredients, because they held their shape beautifully. The beef patty had a crusty, perfectly seasoned and salty exterior giving way to a velvety medium cooked interior. The crunch from the lettuce, onion and bacon was a welcome textural and flavorful contrast to the soft bread, meat and melted American cheese. All in all, a perfect cheeseburger.
When I came home from work today to edit this review prior to publishing, I reread the first paragraph a couple of times. How ironic was it that just a week ago I had somewhat of a sense of job security, and today, I now find myself in the same situation as so many others on Wall Street? On Tuesday of this week, I received the grim news that the hedge fund that I've worked for the past three years has decided to shut its doors. Needless to say, I'm heartbroken, disappointed, scared and angry. So now I ask myself the same question I hypothetically asked others in my first paragraph, "What coping mechanisms, if any, will I use to get me through this tough time?"

*Something to note when dining at Corner Bistro: it's CASH ONLY

Anthony Bourdain sighting, 9/19/08



Spotted: Anthony Bourdain was filming at Katz's Deli before today's lunch rush. One of my viewer's father was lucky enough to have "been dining at the right place at the right time," and got to chat 1x1 with Mr. Bourdain and score an autographed Katz's Deli menu!


Dinner at Crema Restaurante, 9/11/08

Dear Crema,

I was really looking forward to dining with you last Thursday evening, especially after reading that your chef/owner, Julieta Ballesteros, hails from Monterrey, Mexico. As a native Texan who was raised on menudo and chilaquiles, I constantly find myself on a quest for authentic Mexican restaurants worthy of nostalgic childhood memories here in Yankee territory.

When I arrived at Crema for my 7 p.m. reservation, I was pleasantly surprised to find that your host allowed me to be seated before Megan, my dinner date, arrived (as this is so uncommon in New York).

Not a moment after I placed my napkin in my lap, the server arrived and took my drink order. "Listen, I had a rough night and have been nursing an evil hangover all day. Can you recommend a beverage sans alcohol? Do you have homemade lemonade, perhaps?" I asked. To my delight, the server not only said that your restaurant did have homemade lemonade, but she asked me if I'd like it customized with a blended fruit of my choice!

As my homemade raspberry-lemonade arrived, so did my fellow dining companion, Megan. Before catching up on our adventurous summers, Megan and I discussed how lovely your restaurant's interior space is. Unlike most Mexican spots in the city, Crema felt much softer, warmer and sophisticated.

When our server returned with Megan's glass of red sangria, we proceeded to order our entrees, both choosing the Tacos de Carne Asada Clasica. I also had to ask our server for chips and salsa (which is something that should never have to be questioned at a Mexican restaurant), where she then asked whether we preferred our salsa "medium" or "spicy."

Megan and I loved how your homemade tortilla chips arrived in an oversize wrought-iron "frites" (French fries) cone, and that the "medium" spiced salsa we ordered had clearly just been pureed prior to table service. I don't think I've had a better "chips and salsa" combo in New York! The Tacos de Carne Asada Clasica looked vaguely authentic, arriving on 3" diameter corn tortillas, topped with perfectly cooked (though slightly gristly) steak, sliced avocado and garnished with a lime wedge, a spoonful of pico de gallo and Mexican rice (Megan and I both subbed the "cowboy beans" for rice). Unfortunately, my meal was interrupted when the table next to ours was seated. Every time the robust gentleman to my left opened his mouth to speak, I was nearly overcome by whiffs of a severely buzz-killing case of halitosis (clinical bad breath). Thankfully, I was able to eat half of my dinner prior to his arrival.

Megan and I had a lovely experience at your restaurant until our bill arrived. Was this man's halitosis so heinous that I was beginning to hallucinate, or was there really an $8 charge on our tab for chips and salsa? After I flagged our server down in horror, I was shocked when she confirmed that this was not a mistake. How in the hell can you, a Mexican restaurant, charge your customers for this item...Let alone $8? I'm truly baffled, disappointed, yet sadly, not surprised. I must remember that this is New York City, after all, but that still doesn't stop me from getting pissed off. God knows you'd be the laughing stock if you ever tried to charge folks in Texas for chips and salsa!

Broke and homesick,
The Lunch Belle