When Marissa and I were expecting, a father of two young children told me that he wished there was a blog that told parents where to dine with their kids. I told him that there probably were a number of blogs like that already. As a father, I’m not of the same mindset as that dad; I’ll take Harper to most restaurants that won’t give us the boot. But on Father’s Day, I found the perfect place for parents who don’t want to go fine-dining with their infant. (More on that next month.) Marissa surprised me with an itinerary that included a stroll over the Brooklyn Bridge, a walk through Brooklyn Bridge Park, and a food tour through Smorgasburg, a Sunday food market that begins at 11:00 am. Smorgasburg, I realized, was the dining experience that the father with the two young kids needed.
As a New Yorker, when I travel the Northeast, I think of Cape Cod for the beach, Vermont for snow, and Maine and New Hampshire for a walk in the woods. Of course tiny Rhode Island is where I’ll go if I ever have a need for big mansions that sit along the sea. But I could never figure out Connecticut.
Just last month, Harper, Marissa, and I ventured across that nearby border to walk some of Connecticut’s state parks. But with rain and a previously feverish infant, we decided to forego the trails. We opted instead to take a food tour from Westport to New Haven, which provided this New Yorker good reason to return to the Constitution State. Read more
Ever since I returned from Hong Kong, I’ve had dim sum on my mind. It’s hard not to when my work-day commute and trip to see my parents takes me through America’s third and first largest Chinatowns, respectively. It’s not that carted around dumplings are more delicious than other foods. In fact, in my opinion, Chinese food pales in comparison to other Asian cuisines, specifically Thai, Vietnamese, and Japanese. But there’s something pleasantly atavistic about chasing after a dim sum cart, fighting off competitors for your lunch, and then settling down to the convivial spirit of shared eating. Read more
The Reading Terminal Market is the expected result if a mall architect, historian, and foodie collaborated on the design of a food court. With approximately eighty vendors under one roof, selling everything from locally grown produce to baked goods to some of the city’s best sandwiches, the market is Philadelphia’s most important institution. (You can’t eat a Constitution.) Read more
It’s not often that some mammal will gaze back at you from the plate. Sure there are certain eye-to-eye encounters between diners and their fish or fowl, but it’s rare that you’ll get to eat a mammalian eye or sample from a menu featuring delicious organs and connective tissue. Read more