Fifth-generation Brooklyn native living in Manhattan.
I don't even order extra topping (well, maybe anchovies & exra garlic once in a while). Sides? Nu-uh.
Okay, now I know that you lack a sense of humor. Won't make that mistake again.
Sheesh, it didn't open before the dawn of recorded history. Nor is everyone who went there in the early eighties dead of old age and unable to fill you in.
It was never Irish (what?) but rather hippyish, brown rice and sprouts, but not vegetarian.
I can't get past the pallid, mushy tomato. Is a tomato so essential that a crappy one is better than none?
Eat while walking along a Brooklyn street on a crisp fall afternoon, slice folded almost in half in that odd, semitransparent pizza paper. No freakin' plate.
Everything bagel w/cream cheese and iced coffee from Junior's to eat on the train; oysters upon safe return to NYC. (I have never gotten takeout from the Oyster Bar since coating the interior of a cab with about 200 gallons of bouillabaisse.)
I'm with you, Simon. No orange oil running up your arm? Might as well throw salad greens on the damn thing.
I second Digestive Advantage; it changed my life. The take-with-meals pills are dodgy at best, and I never dared eat dairy away from home. With DA, I take one in the morning and that's it...years of deprivation are over. I can have sour cream, eggcreams, the works. I could not recommend this product more highly.
Thanks for the tips, will also check archives, which I should've thought to do in the first place.
I find it hilarious that the decor of this joint is supposed to pay homage to the restaurant supply stores that used to populate the Bowery. Force 'em out, then go all damp-eyed with nostalgia for what you have helped destroy.
As someone whose husband survived five cancer operations, I always find that "fight" metaphor disturbing, Ed, as the corollary is that those who don't beat it somehow weren't courageous or strong enough. That said, good luck with this very worthy cause.
Peepacolada link: http://withleftovers.blogspot.com/2009/03/marshmallow-activitists.html
I can't celebrate Easter without a Peepacolada!
Please oh please can we avoid the Rachael Ray term "sammie"?
@Shelby: Where and when? Where did you go to school?
What with the B becoming the D and vice versa and now apparently an express (!), never mind the mad introduction of the Q, which may or may not be the old QB, which was a kind of ghost train that showed up at 6 minutes past the hour on alternate Tuesdays in months beginning with F, I give up. But the pizza out there is damn good, if you can get there from here, which I plan on doing very shortly.
The Q? I grew up in Marine Park, and always took the B (then the D) to and from what we called "the city." Hop on the B15 at Kings Highway and E16th Street. Frank's at Quentin and Flatbush made a wonderful pie (probably still do) and never raised an eyebrow when we ordered half without cheese, for my father.
I always thought of serious in the context of this site as in, "That's one serious burger" not as in "This is a serious situation."
If I'm not mistaken, this plate is on a vehicle belonging to one of the bacon purveyors at the Union Square farmers market.
In the neighborhood, not at the market, of course!
My family has been ordering from Bissinger's for years; could not recommend them more highly. I'm not even a huge chocolate fan, but anything from Bissinger's disappears pretty fast around here! Chocolate coated raspberry caramels, mmm...I hope I'm getting some for Easter.
I still find it staggering that all these places I went to as a kid now have cult status, doubtless preventing the next generation of kids from getting in.
Actually, the biggest producer is Washington state, which was a huge surprise to me!
I believe that they are only grown in North America.
Hooray! When I don't feel like cooking, I think of Russ...usually at about 6:02. This is just terrific news.