(continued from the Outer Boroughs board)
After taking the subway into midtown and seeing Jeremy off to work, I took the day for one of my favorite activities-wandering around. At lunch I wound up at Pomodoro, on Spring Street a block or so east of Broadway, in Little Italy. I was craving a slice, and Pomodoro's was the place for it. It's small, and was packed, but they soon found me a small table by the window. The slice--almost-crispy bits of aromatic sausage on a lovely thin crust-was just what I had in mind. The crust was perfect-a light "crunch" as you bite in to it, without being overdone or dry.
After an afternoon of wandering that took me down to the Battery and back, I met Jeremy at work and we then hooked up with Ellen (his wife & fellow 'hound) and, after other adventures, wound up for dinner at O Padeiro in Chelsea. The sign said Portuguese, and I had, I thought, a bit of an idea of what to expect--the area where I live is heavily settled with Azorean Portuguese dairy farmers. Dinner was a revelation. The side dishes alone would have been enough to keep me raving for weeks. Toasted almond couscous, for instance, and a compote of fresh tomatoes, onions, and olives that was absolute heaven. Cornish Game Hen roasted with rosemary and port, and a casserole of salt cod and potatoes were both full of flavor and perfectly textured. I think the thing that really got me here was the aromas rising from the plates. Nothing was hot-spicy, everything was interestingly spiced.
Up early Friday, I joined Jeremy for the subway ride to SoHo and stopped in to Ceci Cela on Spring Street for coffee and sweet bread-in my case an amazing almond brioche. Coffee was just ok to my taste-if you like a bit milder cup, this was nicely aromatic, but I'm more of a dark-and-bitter fan. After another shoe leather day, morning spent largely at the MOMA, I had to have the nostalgic lunch of a hot dog from one of the street vendors, then walking in Central Park. The tulips are out and making quite a display. Then back on the subway to SoHo to meet up with Jeremy and his work mates for rounds of Guinness at Milano's on Houston, a great, tiny, dark, narrow spot, followed by another subway trip, to Astoria and further culinary adventure.
(since it's back to Astoria, part 3 will appear on the Outer Boroughs board)