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The Spotted Pig — Big Burgers, Bigger Expectations

28 Apr

The West Village is one of those neighborhoods that’s so inexplicably enchanting, that even the most manly man can’t help but feel charmed by the rich architecture, European-esq streets, and affluent young couples content with their three-story walk-ups. One of the more popular eat-centric attractions in the West Village has been The Spotted Pig, a corner gastropub, which features a chipper mix of twenty or thirty-something adults, juicy hamburgers, and an inevitable twenty-five minute wait.

The Spotted Pig is a staple on most people’s “must try” list–including the plethora of European tourists that have increasingly crowded the already jam-packed name-list. Popular entrees like the Pan Seared Scallops with Ramps & Chili Pan and the Roasted Veal Chop with Baby Artichokes & Dandelion will run you $32 and $35, respectively, so the eatery is hardly as pedestrian as its interior suggests it should be. Instead, most people opt for their Chargrilled Burger with Roquefort Cheese & Shoestrings, which is “modestly” priced at $17.  Continue reading

Mother Burger — Nurtured Meat in an Otherwise Smothered Neighborhood

25 Jun

Considering the McDonalds on 42nd Street is the most high-flying and attended McDonalds in the world, Mid-Town West, by association, harbors the demise of the burger as we know it. There is nothing worse than a low-quality, over-dressed, and unoriginal burger. McDonalds and other fast foods joints in the area make foodies want to escape, cry, and frankly, scream for their mother. Luckily, foodies can do the latter with ease. Mother Burger, which is located on 49th between 8th and 9th, is a breath of fresh burger air for Times Square.

…to read more, continue to NewYork.com

The Bummer That Is Food Poisoning

7 Mar

The nausea. The throbbing pain. But most unfortunately, the newfound hatred of my former favorite foods—hamburgers and poached eggs, I hate you.

It’s food treachery. How could my closest friends betray my stomach, and leave me paralyzed? The thought of a burger or egg sends pulsating shivers down my spine, leaving my stomach in knots, and my gag reflex, well, gagging.

Before last week, hamburgers and anything egg-related were my favorite foods. A trip to Shake Shack and Elephant & Castle for my burger and egg fixes, respectively, were as much mainstays as brushing my teeth in the morning and watching The Bachelor at night to see if Jake would finally dump Vienna. But apparently, burgers, eggs, and Jake for that matter, didn’t get the memo.

The culprits? A burger dinner at Five Napkin Burger and a poached egg brunch at Delta Grill. Due to my two experiences, I am off my animal go-to’s for awhile. But it lent me to think how truly amazing food poisoning is. There isn’t any proof that either of those meals led to me getting sick, yet psychologically I cannot disassociate them from my queasy disposition.

In all likelihood, I had already been sick, but didn’t feel the delayed symptoms until after I had consumed my ill-fated meals. However, regardless of logic and love, my stomach is telling my brain what to think, and when my stomach’s in control, there’s no stopping it.

I’m confident that I will get back on the horse that so vehemently kicked me off. I hope someday to see you again—hamburger and poached eggs—when I can once again feed freely without reservation. You are my nemeses, yet I cannot let go. Don’t worry; this is not the end of our relationship, but rather a minor blip in an illustrious, lifelong bond.

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