Rai Rai Ken -
While not all college roommates invoke a sense of nostalgia, the ones that do, do so with a vengeance. This would be my Emi-San. Emi and I met while we were in high school working at the local Contempo in the mall. Both of us had wild dreams of making it in the fashion industry. She, a designer. Me, well, I don’t really know what I was striving for back in those days.
While our days at Contempo were coming to a close the closer to graduation we got, we both made the decision to go to The Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in Los Angeles. Why Los Angeles? Well, we had to get out Arizona, had to broaden our horizon’s and quite honestly it gave new meaning to the term “Get out of Dodge.”
I knew that Emi was half Japanese, however what I didn’t know was just how much she truly embraced her Japanese heritage. I would wake up to the smell of fresh rice cooking in her rice cooker in the morning, mixing it with seaweed and tofu on a regular basis.
Emi-San taught me how to use my chop sticks correctly. Yes, there is a right and wrong way and yes I have become quite critical when I see others using their chopsticks wrong while eating sushi. And, yes, crossing your chopsticks is considered wrong. Which I did not know until Emi had begun to positively critique my chop stick holding skills.
We would spend many a weekend going to Little Tokyo in Los Angeles, picking out Japanese groceries and Udon bowls. Eating in Noodle Houses and being taught how to make a mean Kimchee Ramen.
In 2006, I went to NYC to visit Emi-San while she was in town for work. One of her co-workers who is also Japanese informed me that yes, I am Japanese if only in my heart due to my love of the Japanese people. Thank you, I like to think so myself!
Which brings me to Rai Rai Ken. My little slice of Emi-San nostalgia. A Japanese Ramen Noodle House located in the East Village.
Rai Rai Ken was a first stop on a cold winter day with my husband and his two friends. It was a small restaurant space (which most in the East Village are) of only about 14 stools and the steam was condensing on the cold windows. It looked steamy, it looked hot and we were cold and very hungry.
Rai Rai Ken serves your usual Japanese Noodle House fare of only about three ramen’s to choose from, shio ramen (salt), shoyu ramen (soy sauce), and miso ramen which different variations to choose from within. No matter what your choice and whether or not you are Japanese, Japanese at heart or just love noodles, Rai Rai Ken is a sure bet every time.
I will definitely be making a stop once again and thanking my Emi-San for teaching me the proper way to use my chopsticks as I slurp up each savory bite.
214 E. 10th St., New York, NY, 10003
nr. Second Ave.
212-477-7030
Milk Bar-
As a self confessed Martha Stewart addict, I was completely hooked on the concept of Milk Bar from the moment I saw their pasty chef Christina Tosi on her show a couple of years ago. The minute she said they served Cereal Milk, and had a pie that was so good that they had named it “Crack Pie”, I was hooked.
My true obsession had started when my husband and I visited New Jersey for Christmas in 2009. We decided to go into the city as we always do on a trip up north and I told him and his two childhood friends, that although the train stopped around Midtown and it was windy, 20 degrees and we were on foot, I announced we were going to the East Village. Imagine the groans on that one. Being obsessed with food, drove me to get what I wanted and as an addict I must feed the need for this Cereal Milk and Crack Pie. This need for this milk and pie that I had not tasted yet knew I needed. I was an addict. An addict to Milk Bar already.
The moment we had walked through the doors there was a line. Panic set in.
“What if they don’t have anymore crack pie? What happens if they run out of Cereal Milk?!” My mind would not stop racing.
Now, by this moment, you are probably wondering what Cereal Milk truly is. Well, here is the moment that I will begin to tell you about it’s deliciousness and what makes it so.
Remember when you were a kid and eating sugary cereals was okay, because, “Hey! Your a kid!” No? Well, either do I. My parent’s seemed to think that sugar cereals should only be in the house when my cousins visited. So, I feel your pain. However, on those rare occasions that I was allowed to eat them, I savored every single minute, right down to that last slurp from the milk. And how many of us remember how good that milk was? How many of us would savor it and wish we could drink sugar cereal milk on a regular basis? Well, now we can. NOW WE CAN!!!!! It is called Cereal Milk and it can be found at the Milk Bar. Super yum! Now don’t even get me started on the Crack Pie.
Crack Pie is basically a gooey,oat-mealy, concoction of a pie that got it’s name because it is so good, it will keep you coming back for more. Crack Pie has become so addictive and popular that it can now be ordered and shipped to your home.
Living in Nashville last year, imagine my surprise when I opened the Wednesday’s food section and there it was. A picture of my beloved Crack Pie lying next to a Southern Staple. Chess Pie. Comparison? There is no comparison! What are you doing?! Do they not know that although Chess Pie is excellent that Crack Pie is superior? However, in short, this just goes to show you how popular this slice of Heaven has become.
If you are in NYC, this must not to be missed! And, now with two locations, you don’t have an excuse. ‘s and
East Village Midtown
207 2nd Avenue 15 W. 56th St.
Sorella-
This past summer, I decided to take my mother to NYC to celebrate her 60th birthday. She had never been and to be quite honest, I decided this was the place to take her as the Gastronome in me was screaming once again for a taste of the culinary delight that is New York City.
I spent a big part of my time planning our trip around which restaurant’s and foods I must try. After hearing about Sorella being a Critic’s Pick in New York Magazine and that it was northern Italian eatery (more specifically the Piedmont region) I decided that would be the place for us to go for our first night out.
My mother is such a fan of all things Italian. Sometimes, I swear you would think that she was Italian in another lifetime. Not the Sopranos type of Italian that has been so engrained in our American culture, yet more of a Northern Italian. Which was just another reason as to why we had made the trek.
You see, my mother and I were staying in in the Upper East Side. When I had looked up the address, I was completely dumbfounded. China Town. Hmmm. China Town? This is supposed to be a nice Italian restaurant, and it is in China Town? This must be a typo I thought.
My experience with China Town has been a Love/Scared relationship. The first time I ever went, I was by myself. I remember jumping into a cab and proudly telling the driver that I wanted to go to China Town. I had images of Big Trouble Little China in my head and the magic that I imagined transpired there. Ahhh... China Town. All I remember was the driver saying, “China town? Are you sure?” What on earth does that mean? Of course I was sure.
It wasn’t until he dropped me off about a block away and told me it was around the corner that I was starting to get it. Although I was still excited walking that corner. I imagined dragons hanging from street lights and yummy Chinese restaurants and of course Chinese people!
However, my first impact with this area of Manhattan was with a man asking me if I wanted to buy a watch and seeing a Burger King as my only salvation. What a waste of a $20 cab ride was all I could think.
Remembering this and knowing my mother, I crossed my fingers and went for it. I recall looking at my mother and seeing almost a disdain in her eyes as she looked around China Town at night.
I was prepared for what I would tell her if she asked about our surroundings. “It’s New York Ma.” Thank goodness she never asked.
Finally the driver pulled up and said, “Here it is.” Here it is? What are you talking about? It looks like just a metal door. Not a fine restaurant.
We jumped out and walked through that metal door and into a beautiful scene. There truly was a fantastic restaurant behind that door and we were more than happy to be inside.
The drinks were fantastic and the food even better. Couldn’t have asked for anything better. I highly suggest making the trip. My memory of the food has helped fuel my passion for this small venue and hey, the cocktails were so worth it too.
95 Allen Street, New York - (212) 274-9595
Craft NYC-
Award winning chef Tom Colilichio lives up to his reputation with this amazing food extravaganza of a restaurant in the heart of New York City. One of many of his restaurant’s, the original Craft restaurant will not disappoint. This is a must stop when in NYC.
Since traveling to Spain in 2007, I have been a huge fan of Iberico ham. Iberico ham is a celebrated cured meat in Spain and one must not miss the opportunity to feast on these slices of deliciousness as until recently it has been illegal to import this meat.
However, as I was going over the menu I noticed Iberico was an option as a main entree. I jumped at the chance to taste this meat once again. Although this time it wasn’t cured yet was presented almost similar to a filet (trust me it was every bit as meaty as one could imagine although it was pork) I was very happy that I did.
After ordering our entree and sides, I started the evening with one of their cocktails and ordered a blueberry cocktail that was only on the menu for that evening and I must say it was absolute cocktail heaven! Not only to drink, yet to look at. Beautiful color, and nice presentation with the curled lemon rind. And most of all, delicious!!!
Due to Craft’s philosophy of cooking with locally sourced product, some items are not available year round. I have found this to be true with the Iberico ham and the blueberry cocktail as it does not look to be on the menu at this present moment. Yet, if you every see it, order it as you will not be unsatisfied.
Anything on the dessert menu must not be missed. The pastry chef makes all the sorbet’s that accompany many of the items we saw on the menu. I had ordered a trio of peach dishes from a peach crumble to a peach cake with buttermilk sorbet. Absolutely divine.
Enjoy, eat and above all come hungry! One must not spoil the experience on a full belly as this is one restaurant where it is an absolute must to savor every single bite!
43 east 19th street new york, new york
212.780.0880
Reservations Recommended