It has been a long time since my last post, but to be honest, I've been a bit of a homebody for the first few months of this year. It has been a pretty financially and mentally draining start to 2015, and as a result, Andy and I have been lying low on the weekends most of the time.
The other big factor has been the weather. It seemed like spring was going to remain a distant dream indefinitely, but now that the sunshine and warm temperatures have become more frequent, I am determined to get out and explore the city more.
New York City has a plethora of outdoor fairs and markets, and I happened to discover the Hester Street Fair online last week which piqued my interest. I asked Andy if he wanted to check it out, and as always, he was game for any explorations.
"Located in the heart of the Lower East Side and housed on the historic grounds of New York City's largest pushcart market at the turn of the century, the Hester Street Fair pays homage to those roots by bringing together a collection of NYC's best vendors in a bustling outdoor marketplace. We curate the finest artisanal food, vintage clothing, jewelry, crafts, home goods and much more. "
When we arrived, my first impression was, "Oh, it looked much more extensive on their website." It was definitely less square footage than expected, but they certainly packed in a wide variety of vendors in the small space.
As always, my first priority was food! They had so many choices it was difficult to pick. They had everything from wood oven pizza to grilled corn to buttermilk biscuits, but we ended up opting for some Asian cuisine. I picked the Korean fried chicken sandwich from Red Star, and Andy chose some squid with scallion pancakes. Everything was delicious!
I love that Andy is always willing to share food with me, and I'm happy to return the favor (although I still struggle with the concept of sharing ice cream).
|Andy looks so angry that I'm taking his picture!|
After wandering the fair for a bit, we decided to venture up to Houston to hit up a couple more food venues, one known favorite and another that we've been curious to try. It was a lot of walking in one afternoon, but a little exercise on a beautiful day can never go amiss.
Our first stop was Prohibition Bakery which fuels both my love of cupcakes and booze. I made sure to purchase a few cupcakes that I know I love (Pretzels & Beer is probably our favorite), but I'm always looking forward to trying more flavors. New varieties that we explored this time around included: Mint Julep, Sangria, and Blood & Smoke. I only wish the cupcakes weren't so miniature!
Andy and I have a running list of New York restaurants and food vendors that we want to try. We're always getting recommendations from acquaintances or seeing restaurants on Food Network that look interesting, and while we've managed to cross a couple places off the list, it seems to grow faster than we can keep up! Our third and final stop of the day was one of these designated venues, and it was a truly New York experience.
I knew Andy would love Russ & Daughters for one key reason: smoked fish! I've never been a huge fan of smoked fish, but I was impressed by the variety housed in this one cramped shop. It was obviously a popular local spot, because we could barely find a place to stand in the narrow aisle as we waited for our number to be called. One man who was a few numbers ahead us was practically having a conniption every time they served anyone before they got to him. He must be a lox addict!
Don't worry. We were not total gluttons. We didn't eat a bunch of food at the fair and then turn around and stuff our faces with cupcakes and smoked fish right away. Somehow we managed to wait until dinner before we consumed the rest of our goodies (Andy has more patience than I do), but they were worth the wait.
Ever since some unappetizing experiences as a child, I have never given smoked fish of any variety much of a chance. Andy has a knack for making me push beyond my preconceived boundaries (something that I truly love about him), and after much pestering on his part, I reluctantly agreed to try some of his beloved smoked whitefish.
I have to admit that I was wrong. Smoked whitefish is delicious. It was a bit salty and surprising at first, but after a few bites, I was hooked! My dad would be so proud.
If I have learned anything from Andy, it has been to keep an open mind about food. He is always inspiring me to be more adventurous in all things, and while I like to think I'm pretty willing to expand my horizons, there are certain things I would never try on my own. I don't think I will ever be quite as fearless as Andy is (He keeps talking about how he wants to try brains...), but I am discovering so many new cuisines with him by my side.
I'm sure we'll have more adventures to share in the coming months. I just hope that they aren't all food related for the sake of my waistline. Moderation is a struggle when I'm surrounded by so many amazing restaurants on a daily basis. New York City is never short on food options. That's for sure.