Friday was my last night with Aida and Carlos so I took them and Erica out to Kamui Den at 186 Avenue A for shabu shabu. We had planned to eat at 6:30 because I needed to get to bed super early but they didn’t open until 7 so Erica and I went over to Thompson Square Park to watch the skaters and fantasize about being able to skate. Aida and Carlos didn’t show up until 7 though because Carlos insisted on walking to the restaurant from the Museum of Natural History (which is like 5 miles away on the Upper West Side)!
Everything was fine until someone (Aida) dropped a piece of beef onto the center exhaust cone of the table top stove. At first the meat just sizzled as we tried to scrape it off and into the broth but then it started to burn and smoke. I looked over at our server and she was cracking up, in a cute way. Eventually the stray piece of beef was burnt to a crisp and its ashes slid down into the water. I guess I was blushing terribly during the whole incident.
You can kind of see the ashes in this picture. It looks like we were not doing a very good job of skimming the scum.
For dessert we went to Stogo, a “gourmet, organic, dairy-free” ice cream shop. I tried the red velvet ice cream and really liked it. It had huge chunks of red velvet cake mixed in with the ice cream. Erica said she didn’t like hers though. I think she got chocolate hazelnut. Aida and Carlos got the regular size in order to be able to mix two flavors but I don’t think they finished theirs. Mine was gone in like 2 seconds.
I forgot to mention that the other day I had Korean tacos for the first time. I saw on CNN.com this story about two Kogi taco trucks that tweet about their location and how huge lines form in advance. I guess it sounds like fun but I’m glad there’s a permanent location here in New York, Seoul Station. I think it’s on Saint Marks near 1st Avenue. I got two beef and one pork taco.
They were kind of amazing. I would definitely get them again. They come with shredded purple cabbage and a cilantro sauce only. I had to add the sriracha.
I didn’t get to say goodbye to Aida and Carlos before they left on Saturday but when I got home I found that they had left a giant spread of fruit. Among the fruits was a little green fruit that I assumed was a key lime. However, when I went to slice one open to add to my (non-alcoholic) spritzer, it turned out not to be a citrus fruit at all! It’s skin broke like the shell of a longan and inside was a large pit covered by a thin, white membrane that was only slightly sweet but mostly bitter. I just found out it is a mamoncillo.
Courtney and I found this bottle of Fred water for sale at a Duane Reade today. It looks like it’s shampoo or astringent or something.