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(1) Brussels sprouts with stracchino cheese and house-cured bacon pie at The Cookery’s DoughNation pizza truck. I stopped by the Irvington Farmers’ Market to pick up a few things and there it was. Folks, I was helpless against this pie’s charms: the crisp leaves of charred Brussels sprouts, the cow-y, gooey cheese, all perfumed by bacon and woodsmoke. It was a heavenly ode to autumn that my family and I shared by the river. - Advertisement -
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(3) Dac Biet Pho at The Viet Nam Restaurant The scene was a cold, wet Sunday that we sacrificed to replace some kiddie gear at the Paramus IKEA. A dull mission on a good day, and then—nightmare—that IKEA is closed on Sundays! A blighted afternoon was salvaged by a visit to this modest, Formica-table restaurant in Spring Valley that just also happens to be a goldmine in Vietnamese food. Imagine a deep bowl of hauntingly spiced broth studded with mild, tender meatballs; rosy slices of beef; and pearly, soft beef tendons. Below are bouncy rice noodles and, above, a dreamy, perfumed vapor—this soup managed to be both deeply carnal and spiritual at once.
(4) 1997 Domaine Méo-Camuzet Clos de Vougeot Grand Cru This was a haunting wine, an enveloping wine, a wine that you thought about for hours after it left your tongue. On some level, a full week later, I’m still thinking about this opulent Burgundy, which just about justifies its price.
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(5) Taleggio tortellini with sweet-potato purée, brown butter, and saba at 42 The Restaurant This was a sexy little dumpling that whispered butter in my ear. It tasted like a combination of the buttery-ness of butter, ur-butter, and butter to the nth degree. It wasn’t overly rich or fatty; it was just the silkiest expression of butter that I’ve ever tasted. Mmm. - Partner Content -
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