Best use of a dollar while deciding on dinner at the monthlong outdoor Mad Sq. Eats market: housemade shrimp chips. The colors, of course, are just colors; it's all prawn.
Home on 8th
391 Eighth Ave. (29th-30th Sts.), Manhattan
212-947-1420
Also, as the "Hong Kong Street Cart," at Mad Sq. Eats, Worth Sq., near Fifth Ave. and 24th St., daily through June 9
From a farm with multiple revenue streams?
The shredded topping of this coconut cream donut ($1.10) wasn't sweet; the filling more than compensated. One is plenty.
The Donut Pub
203 West 14th Street (Seventh-Eighth Aves.)
212-929-0126
My dining brief on takeout options at this Chelsea Market butcher shop appears in the June 23, 2010 edition of The New York Times. Not shown: the previous occupant of this cardboard caddy, an andouille sausage sandwich.
The price is right.
This griddled-to-order crepe was dressed simply with butter, sugar, and a drizzle of lemon juice ($6). The center proved thicker and spongier than the crisp edges, but juice still seeped into the cardboard cone. No matter: It pooled at the bottom, and I downed it as a chaser.
Bar Suzette
75 Ninth Ave. (at 15th St., inside Chelsea Market)
917-207-7552
My first guess was blueberries; maybe I was thinking "high bush." They are, rather, Allegheny serviceberries, one of several serviceberry species found in the five boroughs. Like their more familiar relations, they wear a flared crown opposite the stem and ripen to purplish-blue. Reportedly they're also sweet and juicy, with a blueberry-like flavor; however, the High Line has a "no picking" rule for all its foliage. Allegheny serviceberries do grow wild elsewhere in the city, but probably nowhere in such temptingly easy reach.
The High Line
Near Tenth Ave., between Gansevoort and 20th streets
www.TheHighLine.org
Once "the premier source for copper pans in the city."
Pulled pork doesn't keep as well as many of the carefully curated artisanal meats, but then, it's not meant to.
Previously I hypothesized about sign maker's shorthand for "luncheonette." Here's an example — I'd passed it often, but it didn't register till now — to suggest that in a soft-drink setting, "lounge" may have been less unusual than I thought.
"7Up...lounge"
Eighth Ave. near 16th St.
Yes, one of these bags I bought just for the provenance.
Would Berkshire Blue be wasted on a burger? I asked.
This corner market is a stranger to me; I present this photo only for the cameo appearance.
"Hot food, groceries"
Hanging outside Chelsea Organic
170 Seventh Ave. (at 20th St.)
Check under the hood.
Crusty outside, intriguing inside.
The moistness of the fillings challenges the firmness of the "crispy green plantain crostini."
A restaurant burger with my favorite at-home topping? Bring it to meeee.
(This venue is closed.) With a name like Terminal Food, it has to be good.
This Northern Indian deli caters to art-gallery-goers (morning, afternoon), club kids (mainly after midnight), and cab drivers (at any hour).
This terrific market bristles with cheeses and chocolates, well-annotated arrays of honeys and olive oils, and legions of legumes — but why is so much of the display so far below waist level?
Thank you!
