Shrimp with the heads on. That was the one requirement for my sister, Amanda’s birthday dinner with me in the city. It’s an oddly specific request, and one that needed to be filled. A simple Google search for this type of a delicacy is not the simplest feat, but fortunately FourSquare came to the rescue. We made our way through the streets of Chinatown, past … Continue reading The Boil
Banh Mi Saigon easily blends into the landscape of Grand Street. Brightly colored signs with both Chinese and English lettering mark each shop, with the lingering smell of fish filling the air. Shop owners carefully watch their unrecognizable merchandise sitting on metal shelves outside the storefronts, as I walked down the street, sticking out like a sore thumb with my canvas backpack and pale skin. … Continue reading Bahn Mi Saigon Bakery
My Dad has made his way down the dark steps of Wo Hop since his days at NYU. I have been going for as long as I can remember, with a tradition forming once I started college in Wisconsin. I quickly realized that in the Midwest, the quality of Chinese food would never live up to my high expectations set from days eating in Chinatown. … Continue reading Wo Hop
My dad is the master of Chinatown. Not only did he live in China for a few years while in the military, but he has mastered the art of judging great places. How? By the cold sesame noodles and the lack of Americans in a restaurant. It was usually our ritual to go straight from Newark Airport to Chinatown after my flights back from Wisconsin. … Continue reading Golden Unicorn
The Political Foodie 