Bluefish and trout roe sandwich with tartar sauce. Mile End.
Post-storm dinner at Pok Pok. No line!
Vongole pizza with clams, garlic and mozzarella. Otto Pizzeria.
“Akamaru Modern” ramen with miso paste, pork chashu, cabbage, sesame kikurage mushrooms, scallions and garlic oil. Ippudo.
I have lost my sunglasses. I’m resigned to it, I’ve turned my apartment upside down and I’m now quite certain they’re gone for good. How many times have I lost my sunglasses? I cannot say. I’d bought these hours before hopping on a plane to my recent vacation and they’re now immortalized in a series of photos, without which, I’d probably never remember them. I’ve lost that many pairs of sunglasses.
These had pink plastic frames and gold-colored metal, and they looked like something out of a Talking Heads video. They were wacky in a retro sort of way and I thought they made me look like I had a working knowledge of David Byrne’s music. Which I don’t, really.
It doesn’t matter now, because my sunglasses are probably under some seat on a subway collecting crud, or covered in the contents of someone’s stomach after a rough night out. Or they’re on the street, where they’ve just been stepped on. Someone may have puked on them there, too. Either way, they’re gone.
Iceland’s one true delicacy, hot dogs. Bæjarins Beztu Pylsur.
Brazilian-style French toast made with baguette, cinnamon, sugar, mixed berries and maple syrup. Beco.
Fish and chips with skyr dipping sauce. Icelandic Fish & Chips.