We once again woke in the afternoon. We tried to make it over to Sobakoh in the east village, but they, as many japanese restaurants do, close for about two hours in between lunch and dinner. HOW FRUSTRATING as a customer, especially coming from Michigan just to eat noodles, to finally find the place and have them be CLOSED until dinner. We had a plane to catch, so we couldn’t wait around and walked down the street only to be pleasantly surprised by another noodle shop that turned out to be pretty good- and very trendy called Je’ Bon on St. Marks st.
Archive for April, 2006
Honestly, we didn’t wake up until about 2pm from all the excitement the night before. Food is first on the mind after waking from a deep slumber. We headed over to one of the cheapest asian restaurants in Chinatown, Ho ky. Mark, Ting, Louis, and I started off with a plate of marinated country-style duck. Not the best I’ve had, but it was the cheapest place in town. The place was pretty filthy and I was a little hestitant to put anything in my mouth. We sanitized our utensils with vinegar that was on the table. The waitstaff was bothersome and grumpy. I hate to say it, but 90% of the first generation asian immigrants that serve me at restaurants have horrible customer service. It could be a clash of cultures, or maybe they’re all just working their asses off to break even in life. Either way, I usually get either extremes- a splendidly nice server who usually is the owner who comes to talk to me and is extremely friendly and open, or the grumpy server who throws the plate of food down, doesn’t care if the order is right- especially if you don’t speak chinese to them and even then it’s fewest words possible, and you never see them again until the bill comes.
Momofuku is currently Paul’s favorite restaurant in the whole world. It is also what sparked this spontaneous trip to NYC. After telling him my idea for the restaurant, he told me to go eat noodles at Momofuku.
The place is a hole in the wall. Only enough room to sit at the bar and watch the chefs prepare food behind the counter. It had an all glass facade with a tiny “Momofuku” sign on the door. I would have missed it if it wasn’t my ultimate destination. Pretty much everything was clad in a light wood, which gave the whole place a trendy, yet traditionally asian feel.
I woke up at 1pm today despite the traffic and alarms going on outside the window and Mark on the phone talking to a potential firm he was interested in. We got on the subway toward TriBeCa and he went to his first interview- totally impromptu. I decided to wait in a cafe nearby that caught my eye on the way to the firm.
I’ve always wanted to go to NYC. I decided that I should go for the experience, visit friends, shop, eat, drink, and night-life it. When I told Paul my idea, he first strongly suggested I go to NYC to his favorite current restaurant in the whole world at the moment: Momofuku.
Two weeks later I bought tickets to travel for 5 days with my good friend, Mark.
Our timing was almost perfect which never happens when you’re trying to leave the airport. We got through checkin and security right in time for them to board the plane as we sat down at the gate. excellent.
We met the ever-so-helpful Ting at Times Square, picked up apartment keys from Niamh- which we ended up not using and just lugging our bags around town and finally at Ting’s. After Ting ran off to class at NYU, Mark and I hunted down our first food location: Barney Greengrass. A NY style deli recommended by both Paul and Darin.