Posts Tagged ‘BBQ’
Today was a good day.
Why? See above.
This blog has turned into a Jake Klein love fest, but can you blame me?
Meet the new favorite: Slow-Roasted Colorado Lamb Ribs with a Cocao Nibs, Smoked Paprika, Brown Sugar, and more stuff that makes me want to have NY State Legalize Food Marriage.
That plus the raddest boxed Willamette Valley Pinot Noir I’ve ever had makes for a good Hump day.
Sometimes its a bit fun to play into stereotypes. For the 4th of July weekend my girl and I headed up to Cape cod for the first time. We had nothing planned except for an epic combination of seaside relaxation and eating seafood.
I’ll be honest, I was sort of (ignorantly) expecting the worst out of people from that area. I thought it would be full of Mass-holes and “those guys” that go to Dorrian’s (the bar, not the fishmonger), wearing red pants and vineyard vines belts.
What I found was a gorgeous part of new england that largely didn’t stand up to the stereotype. I met wonderful people, relaxed along beautiful seasides, and ate the best New England seafood that I’ve ever had the pleasure of gaining weight over.
On Sunday we jumped on a ferry and headed to Martha’s vineyard to meet up with my friend (and chef extraodinaire,) Jake Klein. You may remember him from my Morrell Wine Bar Post. It seems that hanging with Jake automatically results in semi-hedonistic eating experiences.
We drove over to Menemsha, a little fishing village on the island. We walked into a little building right on the dock that housed a fishmonger-slash-seafood shack. Behind the building, fishing boats unloaded freshly-caught seafood directly into the shack. Literally ocean-to-plate.
We sat on lobster traps on the dock, and jake disappeared for a few minutes. He returned with 2 lbs of succulent steamer clams, oysters on the half shell, and 4 steamed lobsters. By the way, all of that only cost $100 buckos.
The four of us suddenly became a pack of ravenous seagulls and devoured everything in minutes. It was the best lobster experience I’ve ever had (sorry, Red lobster).
Apparently this little seafood foray was just an amuse-bouche for the rest of the day. We walked around a bit, check out fantastic antique shops ful of old salty seafaring equipment, and stopped by for some fantastic friend clams, which were eaten too quickly for a photo op.
Round 1 done. Onto round two.
We traipsed across the island picking up supplies for our early dinner at Jake’s parent’s place. Lo and behold, his stepdad is the BBQ master himself, Steven Raichlen. We arrived at their gorgeous house on Chappaquiddick Island and marvelled and the myriad grills and smokers Steve had ready to go.
Grilling was the perfect medium for the food we picked up: Freshly Harpooned Swordfish, Morning Glory corn, garlic scamps, baby leeks, asian eggplant, and more. The fresher and better the ingredients, the less you typically should do to it.
Everything came together wonderfully. Swordfish stands up to grilling rather well, and the simply seasoning on lemon, EVOO, capers, and other herbs I didn’t ask about complimented it to the max. The super-duper-ultra-mega-local veggies where amazing in their own right, and made me understand vegetarianism for about 4 seconds.
While this post makes the weekend sound like a food centric trip, it was more than that (that’s just my fat boy personality taking over). The weekend was a summer mix tape of great people, beautiful scenery, summer breezes, sunfish sailing, kayaking, amateur fireworks, the smell of the ocean, people digging for clams, drinking Dark ‘N’ Stormy’s, and swinging on a hammock while the world goes by.
Living in the city makes you a bit dull to simple experiences, and separating yourself from it for a few days lets you reconnect with the un-manufactured pockets of goodness that are still around if you’re looking for them.
Take a deep breath. it’s the weekend. Life is great (and delicious).
I’ve been known to organize/promote bicycle races from time to time. For the past two years I’ve helped run the grassroots marketing machine for NYC’s oldest and longest-running bicycle race, The Harlem Skyscraper Cycling Classic. Under the helm of race promoter extraordinaire, the race turns 38 this year, and it’s one of my favorite events to put on (next to SICX, of course).
The race goes down on Father’s day, June 19th, from 12-6PM, and it’s going to be a blast.
I love this race because it’s the culmination of everything I love about cycling and bike racing in new york (even though I’ve been a bit prodigal as of late) People of all walks of life come together to compete and take part in something that makes them happy. And the melting-pot amalgamation of all those different people in that gem of a neighborhood brings it all together. It’s also one of the most exciting and spectator-friendly bike races around. Criteriums have racers spin round and round a short, tight course for an hour or less, forcing a more dynamic form of racing.
Most road races are a bit of a bore to watch. I’m sorry, but I dont want to watch a bunch bros churn up a mountain for 4 hours. Bike racing as a specatator sport is at its best when the speed is high, the turns are tight, the racing is dynamic, and the racers can be seen again and again by spectators. Crits, cyclocross, and track racing should be where the ad dollars go in the sport, and it’s what I focus on when i put on my disorganized-race-promoter-cap. But I digress.
For the non-cycling foodies that read this far, here’s your reward: I’ve done my best to put together some great representations of the harlem and greater nyc urban food scene. Come to the race, and You’ll get to eat/drink from the following awesome purveyors of epicurian delights:
- Red Rooster Harlem (Whattup Marcus Samuelsson!)
- Dinosaur BBQ (the official post-race BBQ of the Harlem Crit)
- Wafels and Dinges Truck
- Rickshaw Dumpling Truck
- A taco truck too trashy to have a name (cuz those are the best)
- Honest Tea
Zagat‘s contributing to the media buzz for the food portion, and it’ll be a great day to stop by Harlem. We’ll also have the Harvest Home Farmer‘s market foundation in the house. They are busy promoting the benefits of local food to low-income ‘hoods by organizing farmer’s markets in places that Gwyneth Paltrow wouldn’t show up at (phew.) I think what they do is great, and it complements a core part of the race: fostering positive athletic experiences among kids in the same areas. My good friends at Print restaurant will be donating (through Harvest Home) fresh veggies to all the kids that race.
Ride Light / Eat Awesome.
I like that. maybe I should change the blog’s name.
See you guys on Sunday. For more info, go here.
Last weekend I spent 4 days traipsing around Austin, TX for SXSW. It was a magical experience, where awesome technology, smart people, and great food intersected.
I was determined to get shove some great Texan BBQ into my mouth before leaving, and my friend Betsey was willing to oblige me with a visit to one of her favorite spots, Green Mesquite.
As far as I’m concerned, when you’re down south, cheap BBQ wins. The above plate was about 10 bucks. Ribs, brisket, and a quarter chicken (yes, it’s hidden under the mound of meat), accompanied by two sides. Pair with a Lone Star beer, and you’re all set.
The ribs were perfect, the brisket was delightfully fatty, but the chicken was a bit dry. The only place I’ve found that BBQ’s a mean chicken is Blue smoke. I guess that’s why frying is the way to go.
By the way, order the wings as well.