A Wonderful Town

As much as I travel to seek out new places and to try new things, there are a few spots that I’ll gladly return to time and again. New York City is just that place.

Just the other day, a business acquaintance told me she was headed to New York, asked me if I’d been before, and if I had any suggestions for what to see and do. I spent the next 45 minutes, over an endless hotel breakfast buffet of nasi lemak and kaya toast, describing in detail all the things I loved about New York.

For one thing, the food’s amazing—no argument there. Secondly, some of my closest friends are there and, thirdly, the city never fails to surprise me with something new and different.

Leslie and I take in The Frying Pan.

Take my most recent trip this past September: As much as I felt at home strolling through the East Village or visiting my favorite museums, I still found myself feeling like a first-time visitor when I discovered new spots and sights. Thanks, in large part, to the suggestions of my dear friend (and converted New Yorker/devoted blogger) Leslie, I stumbled onto two new favorites:

Taking The High Line
On a long walk from my hotel on 29th and Park Avenue to the Meatpacking District, I took some time to explore The High Line. At first, when my friend Leslie described it, I had no idea what to really expect from it—a formerly derelict railroad track with a park on it.

Well, it is just that—and a lot more. I didn’t think I’d be totally bowled over by The High Line but I was. Maybe it was the perfect end-of-summer weather, or the fact that I was so exhausted and slightly dehydrated that The High Line seemed like some magical oasis in the middle of an urban jungle. Whatever the reason—I just loved it.


I love that you can literally walk right under this building.

 

If You Can’t Take the Heat, Head to The Frying Pan

A dingy, craggy, formerly sunken ship docked off Pier 66 Maritime near New York’s Chelsea Piers might not sound like the most appealing of venues, but the Lightship #115 Frying Pan more than makes up for its outward appearance with plenty of free-flowing draft beers, burgers and amazing sunsets.

According to its website, the ship spent three years stuck at the bottom of the Chesapeake Bay before being restored in 1989. What’s even better is that the Frying Pan doesn’t even try to hide its previous rough-and-tumble history—it practically basks in it. Even the interior of the ship boasts barnacles, and musty, salt-tinged smells infuse every nook and cranny on the inside. I mean, who doesn’t love a dive bar that has literally taken a dive before?

 


A really outdated photo of The Frying Pan, but I think it (sorta) captures it charm. Guess you just have to see it for yourself. // (c) The Frying Pan/NYMag.com


Now, that’s my kind of bar—and my kind of New York. What’s yours?

Comfort Food (& Wine)

While there are many reasons—and passions—for traveling, I think I’ve finally realized what my top motivator is: the food. No matter where you go, the food you smell, hear, taste, see and eat is one of the first things you either (1) love or (2) love to avoid. I almost always fall into group number one … well almost.

One of my most embarrassing travel food memories involves the notoriously stinky Chinese tofu. Although I’d eaten it before back home, I never quite realized just how pungent its stench was until I went to Shanghai. Rounding a corner in the Yuyuan Gardens, I took in a big whiff of the aforementioned tofu and immediately turned to my guide and asked, “Is there an open sewer nearby?”

“Uh, no,” he said. “It’s just the tofu. I thought you said you were Chinese.”

Ouch. (But totally well deserved.)

Anyway, aside from my occasional cultural cuisine gaffes, what I really love about learning about new foods when I travel is how food and all of its accompanying rituals reveal a place and a culture to you so instantaneously. From the utensils that you use to pick it up to the company you keep when eating it, food, to me, is the ultimate—and universal—common denominator.

Another great thing about food is its ability to, quite literally, bring people together. And, in the process of doing that, it also helps you get over even some of the roughest of times, no matter where you are. That was that case for me when my friends and I decided to spend part of our Labor Day weekend at the inaugural L.A. Times Food & Wine Festival.

One of my friends was initially on the fence about going. Too much hot weather and too many people, she thought. In retrospect, yes, it was pretty toasty—so much so that I bailed on my friend Justina during a “Top Chef” panel discussion in order to satiate my hunger and fend off an impending heat stroke. My self-prescribed cure? Red velvet chocolate chip pancake bites from The Buttermilk Truck. (Sorry, Justina!) And yes, there were lots of people—the event sold out.

But even with the crowds and the heat, I’m so glad that we all went and truly relished our holiday—and all those thousands of calories, too. A part of me sort of wishes that I were exaggerating the total calorie counts, but I’m not (trust me, I have three other witnesses/accomplices to back me up). The other part, well, it doesn’t regret anything in the least bit.

Nevertheless, here are just a few of my favorite items from our veritable smorgasbord …

In the time that it took us to wait for our tacos and basil-mint lemonade from the Nom Nom Truck, we also sampled ice cream (strawberry buttermilk and salted caramel flavors), seafood gumbo from Ragin' Cajun and Wahoo’s tacos, and even tried to win a free T-shirt from a bean bag toss (only Justina succeeded). Yeah, we tend to roll like that.

What I loved most about the free samples of Greek yogurt were the cute bamboo dishes in which they were served.

Although I ate tons of KyoChon Chicken in Seoul last winter, that didn’t stop me from partaking in more of it here …

… Or from taking a spin on its makeshift wheel of fortune. Hey, I got a free tissue box and tape flags from it so please, don’t judge.

A savory duck slider from Campanile was filling.

As was the dosa (a South Indian crepe-like sandwich) from DosaTruck that Jen and I shared. Her portion was sweet potatoes; mine was curried potatoes.

I discovered a new multitasking talent: balancing brownie bites and wine in the same hand.

I also rediscovered one of my favorite donut varieties: the Italian zeppole, from Rosa's Bella Cucina. So did my friend Tricia.

And, luckily, my friends finally got to taste the red velvet chocolate chip pancake bites at the end of the festival.

Although I ate—and drank—exceedingly well that day, what I’ll savor most was being able to spend that time—and all of those meals—with my friends. That entire day, for me, was the absolute best way to indulge in some much-needed comfort food (and wine).

Those kinds of experiences and memories just can’t be bought, and there aren’t any recipes for crafting them together. It’s a little bit like when you travel, I suppose—there’s no magic formula for putting together the perfect trip or experience, no matter how far—or close—you go. But here’s a little tip: a heaping helping of good food never hurts.