eat and greet: new york hotdog & coffee

Monday, February 16, 2009

new york hotdog & coffee

Haven't been to this joint YET but a seriously lucky co-worker, Mr. Jason Graphic Artist Extraodinaire, has. And given my previous post about bulgogi, I'm totally intrigued by this concept. Here's what he had to say:

"Awww, HELLZ, yeah. New York Hot Dog and Coffee. Relatively cheap but SERIOUSLY good. Hot dog + Korean barbecued meat = automatic deliciousness. I went there last Thursday night with a friend and we had 2 beef hot dogs topped with bulgogi - one with kimchi, one without. Pretty stellar, imho. Unfortunately, they were out of the spicy fries but we substituted mini-waffles topped with warm chocolate and fresh whipped cream. NOTE: Don't be fooled by the word "mini" in the title because they are super delicious and super filling. If you order them, i recommend ordering 3 mini waffles, split between two people. Yeah, you KNOW I'm going back. They also have a grilled chicken sausage topped with spicy chicken breast which I'm curious about :) mmmmmmmmmmm......"

New York Hotdog & Coffee
245 Bleecker Street, New York NY 10014
917-388-2608

Thanks, Jason!

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capnwhitey said...: Ya herd!; February 16, 2009 at 3:28 PM

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When faced with the question of what food means to me, conversation inevitably shifts to my Mor-Mor (Swedish for Grandmother): A phenomenal cook who refused help in the kitchen and didn't believe in recipes. The real deal, if you will.

Mor-Mor had a seriously strong hand with garlic (surprisingly for a Swede) and an innate knack for making anything taste implausibly delicious. There was always a jar of homemade garlic oil in her fridge which found its way drizzled on top of almost everything. Like one of her breakfast treats: homemade bread slathered with garlic oil, a few slices of granny smith apple, and topped with extra sharp cheddar. Into her beloved toaster oven they'd go until the cheese had just melted, lovingly, over the apples. The salty-sweet combination could make your head spin—a beautiful cohesion of flavors and textures from such an unexpected pairing.

And then there were her meatballs. With her homemade tomato sauce made from tomatoes grown in her garden, picked when perfectly plump and warm from the summer sun, a ladle of garlic oil, and tons of parsley (Mor-Mor may or may not have been secretly Italian), they sent eyeballs rolling to the backs of people’s heads. The thought alone of her in that kitchen makes my heart long, once again, for her cooking. For her.

Now when I'm cooking, I finally understand her insistence on navigating the kitchen alone. There's something about getting in there and winding down and having your own personal space to create that’s beyond therapeutic—it’s wholly fulfilling and soul-satisfying.

Monday, February 16, 2009

new york hotdog & coffee

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