More weekend, more food

In an ongoing effort to pack as much summer as possible into one rapidly dissipating weekend, I defied all wisdom and reason and confronted suffocating crowds and probable heatstroke in pursuit of rotis and sweet sweet goat curry, among a tantalizing array of other comfort foods…

So much fried goodness, so few arteries...

Generally I hate parades, but this one offered such a winning combination of delightfully spicy and flavorful home cooking with scantily clad young women in ludicrously ostentatious outfits that even my jaded heart could not ignore the call.

Attention, ladies: this Fall, it's all about blue, blue blue...

Of course, I spent the next 36 hours recovering from sauted brain, but such are the wages of sin…

Nearly September

But as long as I can still sit on the grass and enjoy sweet, sweet Mexican corn, then it’s still summer, baby!

Choose your weapon!

Yes, I finally finally made it to the Red Hook ball fields in time to scarf down corn and Salvadoran papusas, and wash it down with some hibiscus juice. Best of all, since it’s Labor Day, it was almost like going to the RHBF back before it got covered in the NY Times, Gothamist, Curbed, blah blah blah and overrun with every hipster with a bicycle. Nope – now, everybody was out of town except the true locals and a handful of diehard supporters, so no lines and just pure eating enjoyment. God, I love long weekends in the city…