Egg Shop is my kind of restaurant, and not just because most of the menu items feature eggs. It’s small and brightly lit inside, and you can see right into the kitchen so you know exactly where your food is coming from. It’s got a chill, fun vibe and the waitresses are all super friendly. When you ask for tap water, they bring you a jug of water infused with lemon and mint, and when you don’t know what to order because everything looks too darn delicious, they help you make the best decision.
I’ve been meaning to try Egg Shop for a while so I’m happy I finally ended up going there this week. My husband and I started with a biscuit for our appetizer. It was gigantic and definitely big enough for both of us. Oh, and it was amazing. Perfectly light and fluffy on the inside and a nicely crispy on the outside. And it was served with a hunk of soft butter that was drizzled with honey. So basically it was perfect.
For main course, I ordered the El Camino Grande big bowl which consisted of poached eggs, avocado, pulled pork carnitas, yellow tomato, fried tortilla strips and cilantro. I ultimately chose that because a.) I’ve been on a Mexican food kick for about three years now, and b.) I couldn’t turn it down after the waitress told me how the chef slow roasts the pork all day in all kinds of delicious spices. Here’s what the dish looked like:
My husband had the Egg Shop Bap–Sunny side up eggs with fried chicken, sesame rice, avocado, cucumber, carrot, radish, scallion, cilantro, and chili paste. This was an awesome combination too, and you know what? The fried chicken was some of the best I’ve ever eaten. And I’ve been to Nashville! Here it is:
Overall our meal was eggcellent. (Sorry, had to.) And the restaurant’s vibe was super laid back and relaxed. Anyway, if you live in NYC or even if you’re just visiting you have to go to Egg Shop.
Everyone’s been talking about Marta, so when I finally managed to get a reservation there at a decent time I jumped on it. The restaurant is located in the grand, white-tiled lobby of the Martha Washington Hotel, a brightly-lit, soaring space with stark white tiles and ceilings so high they make you forget you’re in the New York City.
When we sat down at our table, the first thing I noticed were the plates. I know it sounds crazy but days later I am still obsessed with them. They’re painted with swirly blue designs and remind me that plates don’t always have to be boring ol’ white. (Something that even I tend to forget.)
Aside from the pretty plates, my other favorite thing about Marta was *duh* the pizzas. They’re cooked in one of two columnar, black-tiled, wood-burning pizza ovens. For me, the magic is in the crust. It’s super thin and so satisfyingly crispy. It isn’t soggy in the center, nor does it get weighed down by its generous toppings. In other words, it’s perfect.
After studying the menu we had a hard time deciding which two pies to split. Did we want mushrooms or sausage, squid-ink or tomato sauce? We finally decided on the Amatriciana, a fun take on the popular Roman, tomato-based sauce with pecorino, guanciale, onion, and chili, and the Rapini, pictured above. The Amatriciana was delicious in its meat-infused tomato-y-ness, but the Rapini won me over. It had an interesting base of sharp, aged provolone and creamy ricotta cheeses, and was topped with charred, bitter broccoli rabe, roasted garlic, and pickled, red chili peppers that added a wonderfully tart-yet-spicy flavor to the party.
Overall, the restaurant’s vibe was uplifting and the service very friendly. My only regret was that we didn’t request a seat at the counter overlooking the kitchen and pizza ovens. I won’t make that mistake next time though!
Bergdorfs has always been part of my weekend routine. I grew up on 57th Street so I would always stop in there with at least one of my sisters and mom, to run any errands, get our hair done at John Barrett, or just go to BG restaurant for lunch or high tea.
When I was younger, the menu at the restaurant scared me. It was filled with things like leafy greens and chicken curry salad and, to be safe, I always stuck to the same order: a plate of deviled eggs and a Shirley Temple. As years passed the restaurant moved to a new and improved spot on the 7th floor, overlooking Central Park. And as the restaurant space changed, so did I. More and more, I began to relish in the sumptuousness of items like Maine lobster bisque and jumbo lump crab sandwiches on brioche rolls–offerings that are equally as decadent as the Chanel bags or Manolos a few floors below.
Now, at the end of a work day, I sometimes meet my mom at BG Restaurant for some us time. We’ll sit back in BG’s opulent blue, cocoon-like thrones sipping glasses of rosé and reflecting on life, and I will be reminded of the real reason why BG Restaurant is so special to me.
For me, The Bergdorf Goodman Cookbook offers a set of memory-invoking recipes that I will cherish for years to come.
The Next Morning:
Coffee cake from Gramercy Tavern, enjoyed with an espresso.
One of the best things about going to fancy restaurants is the takeaway breakfast you get at the end of dinner. I’ve had sweet brioche from Daniel, lemony madeleines from Alain Ducasse, nutty granola from Eleven Madison Park, and, from last night’s meal, cinnamon-laced coffee cake from Gramercy Tavern.
The treats are always delicious, but my favorite part about them is the thoughtful implications behind them. Someone has gone out their way to spoil me. They have given thought to what I’m going to have for breakfast in the morning, and they’ve made sure that it will be a meal that is reminiscent of the impressive one I ate the night before. That is hospitality at its best.
It’s Macaron Day in NYC!! Go to one of these participating bakeries to redeem a free macaron in honor of City Harvest. And if you decide to buy a few, all proceeds will go to support City Harvest! Bon appetit.
Sugar & Plumm, 78th and Amsterdam
Francois Payard Bakery, 74th and 3rd
Bouchon Bakery, Time Warner Center
Macaron Cafe, 36th between Broadway and 7th
Macaron Parlour, St. Marks between 1st and A
Bisous Ciao Macarons, Stanton and Ludlow
This is the first year in about a decade that I won’t be able to make it to Armory Show or any of the other Armory week art fairs in the city. I’m very excited for my ski vacation in Colorado, but I’m sad to be missing out on all of the art parties and fun back home. To help cure my FOMO I am following these instagram accounts by some of the art-world’s best and most influential players. If you’re not in NYC, you should follow along too!
Simon de Pury
I went to MoMA last night and partied with Roy Lichtenstein, Henri Matisse, Pablo Picasso, and Willem de Kooning. I hung out with Claude Monet, Salvador Dali, and Jasper Johns. And I sipped Chardonnay with Jackson Pollack, Robert Rauschenberg, and Andy Warhol.
The occasion was MoMA’s Junior Associates event. The museum kept all of its galleries open until 10 o’clock, hired a DJ to spin music, and organized an open bar and passed nibbles for everyone. The best part about it all? Leaving work and spending three blissful hours exploring the museum with a group of strangers who wanted to spend their evening exploring the museum too.
As an art history major, I have spent countless hours at museums, galleries, art fairs, and artists studios. I love being around art and getting excited by it. But now that I’m a busy worker bee, I’m lucky if I can get to a museum or gallery once a month–or even once every few months! Last night was a major treat for me. It reminded me to prioritize doing things that make me happy, and now I hope it will remind you too.
Aussie blogger Nicole Warne, of garypeppergirl.com fame, was an obvious choice for my favorite look of this week. On Wednesday night she rocked a ladylike Valentino ensemble at the designer’s Sala Bianca Haute Couture show in New York. Warne looked sweet and sunny in her simple yellow dress, tutti frutti handbag, and studded heels. Her look exuded the fresh, effortless tone of life down under, and added a blast of energy to the fashion show, which Valentino dedicated entirely to the color white.
Valentino’s studded handbags come in various shapes, sizes, and hues. A few of my favorite are:
NYC is being pummeled by a nor’easter today and I found out the hard way that I have a tear in my right Hunter wellie!! There is no way I can survive a cold and slushy winter in the city without those boots so I was wondering if maybe you could leave a replacement pair under the tree for me? I’d like the Hunter Packable Wellies, please, because Continue reading “Wardrobe Staple: Packable Hunter Wellies”