Anyone trying to pretend to be British must be a fan of Jamie Oliver, the chef on Downton Abbey. (He's not but that would be great casting.) This is especially true if your respective Brit-boyfriend is one who thinks he's a chef. Jamie just makes cooking look so effortless and his product always looks beautiful. He always seems to have just the perfect huge ceramic platter or the old butcher's block hanging around to throw some meat onto, surround it in a circle with salad and drizzle with oil and pomegranate seeds. His presentation is some serious stuff. The magazine slave in me would die to see his prop closet.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
For my birthday my roommates brought me to Roots Bistro Gourmand, a West Islip/Babylon newcomer with a modern "French"menu. I mean, I picked the place so I guess they brought me but I brought them. I'm sure they at least suspected that since it was my birthday, I'd be going with the lobster.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The idea of Las Brasas, a shopping-center Peruvian restaurant on Sunrise Highway at Brentwood Road, has been marinating in my brain for quite some time. It's kind of like a sleeper cell in there next to the awesome aquarium store that has an alligator. It's unassuming and kind of hard to judge from the outside. There's next to no info on the Interweb except for like four reviews on Yelp. I wanted to do a drive by through the parking lot to scope it out up close, but Dad didn't get that memo before parking on the side of the building. We were out of the car and totally committed.