Monday, 19 March 2012

A Week In The Belly Of NYC: Breakfast.

Usually it would be pancakes with a Krakatoan fruit pile on top, but today Sarah felt the need for greens and went for tofu scrambles with extra spinach. They came with two rounds of toast and a big heap of green and two silly-sized tomato slices, under a mustard dressing.

Leigh filled himself with pancakes but was willing to share a corner of one, which come, always, with maple syrup. A Raw Protein shake and a soya chai latte provided hydration (sort of - you can get orange juice or water but...why, when those are your options?)

We are at Earthmatters, 177 Ludlow, just round the corner (literally) from the infamous Katz's Deli.

Sunday, 18 March 2012

A Week In The Belly of NYC: Sunday dinner.

Usually we'd have roast spuds, gravy and some sort of baked tofu with a field of vegetables on a Sunday, but today dinner was provided by Modagor, St. Mark's Place & 1st, NYC.

Simple but effective: fresh warm bread with houmous and chick peas; avocado, endive, beetroot and tomato salad with a side of pickles and olives.

We had sweet Moroccan mint tea and a Turkish coffee to share after (because Lord knows we have to stay 'on the level' if we ever actually do caffeine.)

We've been going to Mogador for a long time but still the super-speedy no-nonsense service took us by surprise, and the tea was lovely. We didn't think the pot would end.

But end it did, and we went across the street to Puddin', and had a 'mini' sized coconut and chocolate fudge pudding for afters. Stood and ate it in the tiny shop while talking to Clio, the owner, about her English roots and to Tim about his Polish ones. Like Mogador, not a 'vegan place', but like the majority of Manhattan, people with dietary omissions are just simply included...and it isn't a big deal.

Tomorrow we might make Lula's.

A Week In The Belly of NYC: Sacred Chow.

Hot pumpkin wine with ginger, double chocolate stout floater with vanilla ice cream, hard cider.

That is how you start dinner at Sacred Chow, 227 Sullivan Street, NY.

These way-more-interesting-than-usual drinks were followed by the best raw kale we've ever consumed ('massaged' with salt and covered in Dijon mustard - a crispy, salty, oily mystery), and a black olive seitan sandwich with low-key crusty bread. And juicy, strangely fleshy meatballs; Korean tofu cutlets with garlic, ginger and chilli; tofu with dill; root vegetable latkes made of dates with date butter; and barbeque seitan.

Puds were ridiculous with lavender and chocolate cheesecake (like 'eating soap with a bar of chocolate, in a good way') which came with a cumulonimbus of coconut creme fraiche lounging on the top (unfinished but escorted home through St Patrick's Day staggerers in doggy bag).

Sarah stuffed in only two thirds of a peanut butter and chocolate torte, bit delicious, and Jating's heroic consumption of a Dutch apple pie with vanilla ice cream and that slightly salty bake-sale crust embarrassed us both.

We got all this at
227 Sullivan Street, NY.

...oh and the waiter deserves props for barely being able to conceal his excitement about the food, but holding it down till he got to the lavender cheesecake.

Saturday, 17 March 2012

A Week In The Belly of NYC

We come to New York pretending it's for work, but let's be frank, it's really all about the fact that we can eat whatever we like whenever we like - vegans are overwhelmed with choice here, and we take full, robust advantage.

First night, just what we wanted: after an eight hour flight and nearly two hours getting through 'homeland security': Vietnamese noodles at Lan Cafe, 342 East 6th.

Under $30 for two dinners, Pad Thai and Yellow Noodles, roasted brown rice tea and coconut water with decent tip! Both were seriously delicious and very fresh. The mock ham was a little too meat-like for our liking, but still tasted good.

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