A culinary cliché

It started with a trip to DUMBO (for non-NYCers, this is an area in Brooklyn nicknamed because it is “Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass”). Eric and I went to the Brooklyn Flea Pop-up Market (clearly the least cool people there) and sampled brownies, chocolate, pickles, and cheese. We progressed to the Jacques Torres factory for a spicy hot chocolate.

We then walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and meandered up to the Lower East Side.

Eric making the scary face.

We stopped by the Doughnut Plant for a blackout doughnut and a meyer lemon doughnut. We also grabbed some bialys from Kossar’s next door.

We rested over a pint of Smithwicks at Slainté. Finally, we dined on sweetbreads, shrimp toasts, deviled eggs (actually, only Eric ate those), octopus (amazingly tender) and escarole with merguez at Prune.

It was a total NYC cliché of a day. But that didn’t make it any less delicious.

The remains of the day: a blondie, 60% chocolate disks, chocolate malt balls, spicy McClure's pickles (amazing on burgers), stinky cheese from Vermont and garlic and onion bialys.