Rabi is a freelance photographer, filmmaker, and writer who comes to Brooklyn by way of the Midwest. You can usually probably find him on a bike, racing to his next meal.
@whiskeyboy, being upstream also helps because the volume of noodles is greater. When I tried my hand at this I stood near the end of the flume, and by the time the noodles got to me there were fewer of them and they were harder to grasp.
I probably have half a dozen cheese nubbins in my fridge right now - this is great.
Great, now I desperately need to get up to Astoria. Thanks a lot, Max.
Even if the weather still sucks, like it did this year, the first day of summer is always the first pint of Oberon. I don't think it's objectively the best beer in the world, but I have a huge sentimental attachment to it.
Made it to the new shop on Thursday. The ramen I had was good. Not life-changing, but very good. The Tofu Coney Island, however, really was spectacular. I still want to try the Four Cheese Mazeman, but from what I can tell the draw at Ivan is definitely the appetizers.
For the record, eating almost nothing but deviled eggs all day is a terrible decision (even when they're Kenji and Daniel's delicious deviled eggs).
I love this. I feel the same way about airport bars - maybe even more than hotels, they represent weary travelers stuck together, looking for comfort in alcohol and the kinship of strangers.