This pasta is freaking phenomenal and incredibly easy to throw together. There’s no real recipe and just a handful of ingredients, all of which you probably already have. I first ran into this dish at a gorgeous little restaurant on East 4th Street, and recreated it last week when my fridge was very nearly bare. I was shocked at how great it turned out. So make this, even if you think it sounds weird. Make it today. Trust me.
A Break from Our Usual Programming – Today I present you with BingeNYC’s first guest blog, an entertaining review by J. Slernon (Clearly all names in this post have been changed, so don’t bother googling). While this is not necessarily the sort of review I’d generally include on the site, I’m pretty sure the entertainment value here outweighs the fact that in all likelihood, not many of you dear readers are looking to dine on sushi surrounded by strippers.
As the fatigue of the workweek began to take its toll, my mind going numb from paper work and hunger, thoughts of a nervous breakdown were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. ”Hey man, what are your plans for lunch?” my friend and fellow colleague Don, asked one long and drawn out Friday afternoon. “I’m starving, and I’m going nuts sitting in this office”. I let my stomach ponder for a moment. “How about Flash Dancers?” I joked, referring to the quaint little strip club down the street from our Manhattan office building. Every day on my way to work, a man hands me a flier for the “2 for 1 Happy Hour and Sushi Buffet” at Flash Dancers on 52nd Street. Only in New York City can you lunch at a burlesque joint across the street from Shrek the Musical. “Yes!” Don emphatically cried. “I’ve been working my ass off all week, and its Friday. I could really go for some sushi, lets do it!” I flinched briefly, as I was low on funds, the weekend had not even started yet, and strip clubs, history has shown, tend to cost me a lot of money. But I’d be damned if I was going to wimp out in front of my new co-worker and let him call my bluff. Besides, what, am I not going to spend my lunch break at a strip club?
Okay, so apparently when I said “later today” in my last post, what I really meant was “two days later.” My bad. SORRY. Anyway, I know you’ll forgive me as soon as you get a look at this incredibly absurd delicious breakfast sandwich…
It’s been so long! I know I’ve rather disappeared…To be completely honest, I was having some doubts about the point of this blog, about the “voice” of my writing, blah blah blah existential crisis, whatever. Point being, I’ve decided that I DO love doing this, and I’m going to keep doing it. Yay! So, I’ll be posting the recipe for an absolutely KILLER breakfast sandwich later today. In the meantime, however, I give you my latest ChefCrush. And by latest, I mean the only person thats managed to (maybe) usurp Marco Pierre White (sexy can i…)
photo via www.thedivinedish.com
Enter Michael Voltaggio, currently of The Dining Room at The Langham, which rocks a Michelin Star. I mean, he’s totally Eric the Vamp, but with a tan and sick tattoos. Obviously my Top Chef favorite. And is it wrong that I totally had this thought running through my head as I searched for an appropriately sexy pic?: “Maybe he will Google himself, and my site will come up, and ENTER TRUE LOVE?” No, I don’t think there’s anything crazy about that at all…