We were hanging out in Little Italy/Chinatown tonight and Joe came up with this brilliant bilingual pun that celebrates the confluence of cultures in a pizza/scallion pancake slice of Lower Manhattan with classic New York wit and attitude.Â Here’s to pasta and to potstickers and to Sino-Italian-American friendship! Ni hao you doin’?
I had dinner at Yamo, a hole-in-the-wall Burmese place in the Mission tonight.Â When I say hole-in-the-wall, I really mean it, it’s just 10 seats along a long, narrow counter looking on to the kitchen area with three Cantonese ladies engaging in a frantic ballet of taking orders, cooking, pouring water and collecting money.Â I had the fish chowder noodles (above), which consist of rice noodles in a velvety turmeric-spiced broth with shredded fish, and topped with crunchy fried lentils.Â The noodles, like most of Yamo’s entrees, were only $5.25.Â CASH ONLY!
I also recommend the fried rice.Â They don’t serve alcohol, but if you want more than water, I suggest the fresh young coconut, which is literally a whole coconut that they cut open with a cleaver in front of you.
3406 18th St
(between Mission St & San Carlos St)
San Francisco, CA 94110
Michelle and I headed out to hitherto terra incognita Flushing, Queens today in search of some authentic Taiwanese and Chinese food.Â Armed with a printout of a New York Times what-to-eat-map, we walked over from the last stop on the 7 train to the Flushing Mall.
Above: Michelle and Mouse.
When we walked into the Flushing Mall, it looked strangely deserted (and a little run down), but we followed our noses and finally found out that all the action was in the food court.
Above: We shared some Taiwanese favorites: oyster omelette (èšµä»”ç…Ž) and steamed rice cake in a bowl with pork, mushrooms and shrimp (ç¢—ç²¿).Â I had to go off the veggie wagon when dealing with the food from the homeland! 😉
Below: A bowl of handmade beef noodle soup (æ‰‹æ‹‰ç‰›è‚‰éºµ).Â The noodles were thick and chewy and the beef extremely tender.Â The broth was a little different from the typical Taiwanese-style beef noodle soup broth, which tends to be darker because it contains soy sauce and sometimes tomatoes.Â This broth was light-gray and fragrant.Â It reminded me of Vietnamese pho soup.
We also shared a scallion pancake (è”¥æ²¹é¤…) and a cup of soy milk (not pictured).Â The scallion pancake was amazingly crisp and light, but the soy milk had a strange off taste that happens when one burns the soybean pulp while making the soy milk.
I couldn’t help snapping this photo of the “Bland Houses” sign.Â Funny, creepy, and definitely spot on.Â Despite the savory food, Flushing was indeed very bland architecturally.