Mmm Momofuku : Better Late than Never...

Clearly I was late to the Momofuku noodle dance, but I really don't mind, the noodles are delicious and tender as ever (and I'm not one to wait on lines for food, or bread for that matter). As a child raised on Ramen (by choice, not a budgetary concern), Momofuku is a little taste of childhood, but all grown and sexy (yes noodles can be sexy if done to this level of perfection).

Lunch seems to be the move, as you can just walk-in (long Dinner-time lines are stat quo). A feast of delectable pork buns and noodles for days awaited us, and they did NOT disappoint. David Chang's career can likely go nowhere but onward and up, now expanding his noodle dynasty to bigger and better locales across New York and likely elsewhere. Chang even has the "keys to the bakery," (word is, his cookies are the best in New York, though I won't short sell Kathleen King just yet, and shall leave that debate to another time and place. For now, step your noodle game up, Nissin Ramen is for broke college kids, Momofuku is for the distinguishing noodle connoisseur, I'm goin' in....

Don't Sleep on the Pigeon...

They're EVERYWHERE...

Spring in New York City, Get Your Roll On...

Once the City thaws-out from a brutal winter season (maybe the worst in memory, if you count all the rain), it's time to ride-out. Instead of riding dirty in my vintage diesel-fueled Mercedes, I'm out riding bikes, making memories and exploring this vast city. While the rest of the country is drowning in empty buildings and foul leases, NYC seemed to be steeping-up its game. Case in Point: Wards Island used to be no-man's land, a dust-bowl armpit off the coast of east Manhattan. Now, It's all cleaned up, with a circumfrential bike-path and fields of actual green grass - still the site of a rather gnarly coo-coo facility, but a cool respite from "dreary old Manhattan," nonetheless...