I hit up this spot on the edge of Little Italy that is practically the antithesis of anything related to Italian cuisine… if you don’t count meat-sweats and taking a nap after a big meal. We’re talking about BBQ, and not backyard pits that you nonno tirelessly tends to in between hosing down the driveway and fertilizing tomato plants – but the likes of which will make you question everything you’ve ever known about what you think you know.
Often considered a fried “Chinese doughnut” or cruller, this light and airy savoury stick of fried dough is freshly fried and wrapped in warm rice-noodle.
By now everyone should be well into their new year’s resolutions, January discounted gym memberships, have fallen off of a couple of detox regimens and deep into self denial as your dip your deliciously golden french fries into a cup of excuses. Well, maybe not everyone… maybe just me. January menus are full of light alternatives to alleviate post-holiday guilt. But there is only so much green salad one can eat before rage eating a Five Guys double bacon cheeseburger and a bag of one-bite brownies in a hungry lust.