All posts tagged: manhattan

Manhattan-style Clam Chowder, tomatoes, no cream..

So reminiscing about last summer’s trip to New York and a lovely chowder at Pier A, I felt inspired to rustle up a Manhattan Style Chowder. To me a Chowder always has milk or cream in it but in New York it was all about the tomatoes. It seems the addition of tomatoes instead of cream is not historically without its own controversy… apparently by 1939 it had become so contentious that one State Representative, a certain Cleveland Sleepe, introduced a Bill in the legislature attempting to make the addition of tomatoes illegal. However, after a panel of Chowder connoisseurs at a competition in Portland declared the traditional New England Chowder the epicurean champion, the Bill did not pass and the Free World is still free to add tomatoes to its chowder, and so am I. Delicious.

Pole-Dancing? Puppet Show? Nah, Burger Joint Baptism

Finally, I will round off our recent short trip to New York with this place. Check it out next time you’re in mid-town Manhattan (as you do). In the Parker Meridien Hotel on West 56th Street is a “secret” burger joint, (called “Burger Joint”, got that?..). It is so secret that we had stayed there a few days before we discovered it. I kind of knew it was there, but we just wondered why hordes of tourists and bus-loads of visitors were turning up to queue just at the back of the pristine lobby of the hotel next to a floor-length red velvet curtain. We thought it was some sort of Theatre or Puppet Show or maybe a bit of clandestine pole-dancing.  Must be a good show, whatever it is, we thought, as the queues were enormous and seemed to be there most of the day. Eventually we asked at the desk, and yes, you guessed it, behind the red curtain is the burger bar. Okaaaaay. Reviews say this is one of the best burgers …

More Manhattan Musings – Frankies (no apostrophe) Dogs to Go

We headed over to Grand Central Station to check out the famous Oyster Bar, but it was Sunday, so it wasn’t happening. What else was there for it but a hot-dog then? not exactly a “street dog” but close enough for now. For me, a hot dog is a Frankfurter in a soft finger roll, with crispy blackened fried onions and sharp English mustard and I love them (I do try to avoid the mechanically-recovered chicken versions, but a good pork “dog” is a fairground and Bonfire Night staple). The crucial thing about eating a hot-dog on the go is that fillings must be under the Frankfurter, otherwise as soon as you bite into it, the majority of the filling will be down your front and on your shoes…. is it only me that thinks this?  Apparently so, as no one but me serves them like this anymore, especially not in the US if  my New York experience is anything to go by. I have also, until now, never spent $6.25 on a hot-dog. Still, this …

Corned Beef Hash and Clam Chowder – Come take another walk with me, down to Battery Park, NYC.

And another Huge Breakfast Back to New York and check out this breakfast. Astro’s American Diner in Mid-Town Manhattan. Just around the corner from our Hotel, we found this old-school breakfast joint. Astro’s has been on 6th Ave and 55th Street for over 30 years, we stumbled across it looking for an early breakfast (it opens at 6am) and we were the first customers in. Not knowing the patch we just hoped we had chosen wisely, but not to worry, within half an hour the place was completely full, so clearly the locals knew its charms. Seems to be largely family run by New York Greek/Cypriots and if you are hungry and heading for a heavy day of sightseeing, this will set you up nicely, and the coffee is strong enough to stand a spoon in and just keeps coming.              Husband had the (huge) corned beef hash, with eggs –  and managed to finish it, Daughter had the waffle and Canadian-style bacon and I had the pancakes, American bacon and two eggs, over-easy …

Manhattan”corner shop”, but I still need a liquor store, honey.

“Let’s pop to a local supermarket,  see if we can pick up a few things for the room – wine, snacks etc to nibble and sip while we unpack”. My inspired idea on arrival in Mid-Town Manhattan last week. We walked out of the hotel and spotted this:- I tried to find the door (there were a few, I wasn’t drunk) and my first encounter with a native New Yorker who laughed and pointed me in the right direction. Why do I keep singing that Sting song about an Englishman in New York….? Anyway, this was our local “corner” shop. Open 24 hours and, well, is there anything more one can want to consume that you can’t find here?  (as it transpires, yes, but more of that later).      Now, I love Morrissons and Sainsbury’s, even Waitrose, as much as the next man, but I want one of these shops in my village. These photos don’t do the range justice, but I thought I might be deemed slightly mentally deranged if I took photos …

Huge New York Breakfasts – Rue 57, Mid-Town Manhatten – American, French Brasserie with Sushi Bar. Yep. Really

Our last day in New York, so we needed setting up for the long day ahead. We had spotted this a few days earlier and decided, given that the rain (the only rain we had all week) had put paid to our notion of boating in Central Park we would treat ourselves to a leisurely breakfast. Rue 57 is just a few blocks from Central Park in Mid-town Manhattan (I am getting the hang of this, of you see), and a short walk from our hotel. Executive Chef, Rich Robson has brought a bit of Asian influence to traditional European dishes and then thrown in a large dose of American. The thing about American Breakfasts I have found, is this – they are huge. Even American, French, Asian ones, are huge.   Daughter tried to go light with a Smoked Salmon, cream cheese and tomato Bagel, she’s a growing lass and she loved it, but couldn’t finish it. I went with gloriously indulgent Eggs Florentine with Bacon, Spinach and Shitake mushrooms. It was so huge …