The trip began with a nod to all things round and doughy, since I apparently missed National Doughnut Day the day before (how could I?!)
At an adorable coffee shop in Fort Green, Brooklyn, called Tillie (yes, I bought the t-shirt), I had my first Bialy. According the Wikipedia, a bialy is a Yiddish word short for bialystoker kuchen from Bialystok, a city in Poland. It is a small roll that is a traditional dish in Polish Ashkenazi cuisine. A traditional bialy is a chewy yeast roll similar to a bagel. In other words, I'm a pathetic excuse for a Jew, and a Polish Ashkenazi one at that, for never having heard of a bialy before. But I am officially hooked, these things were wonderful. Chewy, soft, crunchy all at once. With a dab of butter and cream cheese, along side a cafe au lait, a bialy is truly the only way to start a Brooklyn morning.
At the flea market down the block, I couldn't resist a giant blood orange doughnut from one of the many enticing food vendors. Anna was concerned I may be too full at our next stop, the Doughnut Plant in the city. Oh ye of little faith.
See? No problem. At the famous Doughnut Plant, I easily put away this lovely sample of dough heaven, glazed with mango. Doughnut Plant has two locations in Manhattan and are well worth waiting in line in cramped quarters. Trust me on this, I know don't know much, but I know doughnuts.
Anna swore this oatmeal doughnut was the best doughnut she has ever tasted. Ever.
On to something a bit healthier. Taim, in the West Village, is highly rated on Zagat, and rightfully so. It's small and a little intimidating (think soup Nazi only with falafel), but here you will get the freshest, most flavorful hummus or falafel sandwich I have had in the U.S.
At Graziella in Fort Green.
The pizzas at Graziella were lovely. Although we are spoiled here in the Twin Cities with great Neapolitan pizza joints like Pizza Nea and Black Sheep, it was high on my to-do list to have pizza in NY, and I am glad I had it at Graziella.
For dessert, we opted to try iCi's down the street. And wanting to be thorough, we ordered three desserts to share. By far, the S'mores pie thingie was the best. Crunchy and gooey and not too sweet, it was so good that Anna and Kevin went back for more after I left town.
There was more, oh so much more, as the scale will attest. But I took pretty sad pictures of our fabulous sundae at General Green and my lovely pasta at Olea, so this is all I will share for now. I hope to go back in September, and I most of all I look forward to Anna's Kona blend coffee made fresh in their beautiful kitchen every morning.
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