Mom sure knows how to feed her babies right. Her six-day visit was jam-packed with delicious outings and tasty treats.
Food also tastes best when each item gets its own little proper container. This dish may not be the prettiest thing to look at, but it was seriously delicious. Besides chickpeas, I don’t even know what was in it because the menu description read “Too hard to describe but recommended” and the waiter only said that it was vegetarian.
During the heat wave, these pretty tumblers made it easy to stay hydrated.
We finally made it to Applewood for brunch on Saturday. Applewood sits at the end of our block, so every day we walk past the charming yellow windows and wish we were inside with the happy people eating their biscuits, fried chicken and omelets.
On Sunday morning we were on a mission to taste the Boston Cream doughnut at Du Jour, which is a few avenues away in Park Slope and was voted one of the best doughnuts in the city recently by New York magazine. It lived up to the hype.
We always feel a tad disloyal eating doughnuts that are not from The Doughnut Plant, which was three blocks from our old Lower East Side apartment. But this was the best Boston Cream we’ve ever had. Even though it was fried, covered in chocolate and overflowing with cream, somehow it didn’t taste unhealthy or leave you feeling gross.
Considering we ended up having doughnuts from three different places on Sunday, salads for brunch isn’t quite as virtuous as it appears.
And who could pass up salmon and cream cheese on a pretzel roll? Mom (aka “Ginger”) in front of her favorite bar.
We hadn’t planned for the day to turn into a doughnut tasting of New York magazine’s favorites, but it turned into just that. A few blocks from Du Jour Bakery we ran into the Carpe Donut food truck, best known for their apple cider doughnut. It was very good, but it was hard to appreciate a fresh hot doughnut under the beating sun. We’ll have to go back on a crisp autumn afternoon.
After brunch, we headed to the Brooklyn Flea in Williamsburg, which boasts many nyc food specialities. And when we got off the G train, we realized how close we were to Peter Pan Doughnuts. And eh, why not? We went for the third doughnut stop of the day.
Peter Pan Doughnuts is always a favorite. Located in the old Polish neighborhood of Greenpoint, the shop is the opposite of the new trendy bakeries (cronuts anyone?). Doughnuts and coffee go for a dollar, old men reading newspapers line the counters, and the workers wear matching green and pink-trimmed dresses.