Amid the frenzy of Caribbean restaurants along the Bed Stuy/Crown Heights divide cutting across Nostrand Avenue, a new Senegalese restaurant recently opened in a failed jerk spot just south of Atlantic Avenue. I'm not going to pretend to know anything about Senegalese food (I don't blame you if you stop reading now), but Aicha Restaurant (pronounced "Aisha") is worth checking out for anyone looking for something different.
Senegal is in West Africa. That's as far as I read in the Wikipedia article (I kid-- I did do some actual research for this post, as you'll soon see). In NYC there's a small but noticeable Senegalese community stretching from Bed Stuy to Fort Greene and Clinton Hill, and a few Senegalese restaurants can be found as one heads down Fulton Street towards downtown Brooklyn.
Aicha is halal, so pork lovers should avoid (not really). While they also advertise "American cuisine," there's very little of it to be found. Instead, most of the dishes (I'll avoid calling them curries, but that's what they look like to me) contain beef or chicken and a bit of fish. Almost everything contains guedge (pronounced "gedge"), which is a musty, heavily fermented dried fish and a key ingredient in the coastal Wolof cuisine that predominates in the city's Senegalese restaurants. Although Senegal was a French colony, not much of what I tried seemed to have a French influence (beyond some of the dish names).
Showing posts with label Crown Heights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crown Heights. Show all posts
Monday, April 18, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
A Battle of Nostrand Avenue Cheesesteaks
My failure to eat at Syd's Serious Sandwich Shop until just a few weeks ago is a glaring omission on my part. My massive ego, which constantly reassured me that I have a finger (a whole hand even) on the pulse of the Crown Heights & Bed Stuy restaurant scene, failed completely and revealed me as the amateur poser I really am. Cruising Dave Cook's fabulous site "Eating in Translation," I came across a post on Syd's Serious Sandwich Shop on Nostrand Avenue, just north of Eastern Parkway. Dave had only eaten a cold hoagie, but according to their menu, Syd's specializes in cheesesteaks. I vaguely recalled walking by the shop on my jerk chicken tour with Steve. But as I (conveniently) remember it, Steve's unflinching focus on our goal prevented us from slowing down even a little bit to explore further. My loss (but not my stomach's, since I could have been eating these on the reg for the past three months).
I guess I'll get a foot-long cheesesteak with grilled onions, green peppers, mushrooms and hot peppers... No cheese whiz (I'm willing to overlook that), but white American cheese made up the difference. This is as good a cheesesteak as I've eaten in NYC-- piss off Carl's. A second visit confirmed its greatness-- and my weakness for fabulous cheesesteaks.
The molten cheese provided the glue for the chopped steak (seemed to be ribeye). With the vegetables, all ingredients harmonized into a perfect bite (or a foot worth of perfect bites).
One more cheesesteak after the jump.
Cheesesteaks are not pretty.
The molten cheese provided the glue for the chopped steak (seemed to be ribeye). With the vegetables, all ingredients harmonized into a perfect bite (or a foot worth of perfect bites).
One more cheesesteak after the jump.
Labels:
Brooklyn,
Crown Heights,
Noah
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
More Caribbean Baked Goods
What I mistakenly identified as a tennis roll was in fact a "yellow roll" according to the counterwoman at Royal Bakery & Roti House. Sure, I'll try one along with my dinner doubles and an intriguing dessert named "cassava pone."
Once home, a less than thorough Google search was unhelpful (first Best Pizza, now this). "Forget the provenance," I said to myself, "just taste it already." The yellow-tinged roll was slightly sweet and heavily spiced, with whiffs of nutmeg, ginger and cinnamon-- an eminently appropriate snack for a cold November night.
Cassava pone had an unnerving, gelatinous texture-- like pulling apart a cheap gym class dodgeball (you know what I'm talking about). However, I'll eat anything with the word "pone" in it. A Google search was more fruitful this time (here's an informative post with a recipe).
The slice was deceptively large and even more dense-- it felt like it could injure a small animal. Pulling off a bite also proved more difficult than expected, but once tasted I became a believer. Coconut is the strongest flavor, while the crust added a nice textural contrast to the gelatinous cassava. Could I eat a whole piece by myself? Probably not, but I could eat all the crust...
I didn't even mention how cheap these are. A dollar a piece. Check it out the next time you're in Crown Heights (whenever that may be).
618 Nostrand Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11216
(718) 604-0200
Once home, a less than thorough Google search was unhelpful (first Best Pizza, now this). "Forget the provenance," I said to myself, "just taste it already." The yellow-tinged roll was slightly sweet and heavily spiced, with whiffs of nutmeg, ginger and cinnamon-- an eminently appropriate snack for a cold November night.
Cassava pone had an unnerving, gelatinous texture-- like pulling apart a cheap gym class dodgeball (you know what I'm talking about). However, I'll eat anything with the word "pone" in it. A Google search was more fruitful this time (here's an informative post with a recipe).
The slice was deceptively large and even more dense-- it felt like it could injure a small animal. Pulling off a bite also proved more difficult than expected, but once tasted I became a believer. Coconut is the strongest flavor, while the crust added a nice textural contrast to the gelatinous cassava. Could I eat a whole piece by myself? Probably not, but I could eat all the crust...
I didn't even mention how cheap these are. A dollar a piece. Check it out the next time you're in Crown Heights (whenever that may be).
618 Nostrand Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11216
(718) 604-0200
Labels:
Brooklyn,
Caribbean,
Crown Heights,
Noah
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tennis Rolls Anyone?
Dumb title, I know.
Walking past various bakeries around Crown Heights/Bed Stuy, I kept seeing signs advertising "Tennis Rolls." I grew up playing tennis, and, despite knowing that there was likely only an extremely tenuous connection, I was intrigued. Because I'm lazy (or potentially forgot) I neglected to look up what a Tennis Roll actually is before trying one tonight.
After an unsuccessful search for a quick jerk chicken fix (I ended up at Popeye's...) I stopped at Royal Bake and Roti House on Nostrand Avenue for doubles and a Tennis Roll. The doubles, which is not pictured because its always look disgusting, was great. Best bara I've had yet-- thin and chewy, with the tangy pepper sauce complementing the firm channa. Really one of the best doubles I've tried.
I bit into my Tennis Roll fully expecting it to be stuffed with some type of unknown goodness-- like a pork bun or some kind of coconut custard. This seemed like a perfectly reasonable expectation. Yet, to my surprise, there was no filling-- just a simple, slightly sweet dinner roll. Turns out, the rolls are Guyanese and so named because they're round like a tennis ball. Not the most apt description, but I like the name and I like the roll.
618 Nostrand Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11216
(718) 604-0200
Walking past various bakeries around Crown Heights/Bed Stuy, I kept seeing signs advertising "Tennis Rolls." I grew up playing tennis, and, despite knowing that there was likely only an extremely tenuous connection, I was intrigued. Because I'm lazy (or potentially forgot) I neglected to look up what a Tennis Roll actually is before trying one tonight.
After an unsuccessful search for a quick jerk chicken fix (I ended up at Popeye's...) I stopped at Royal Bake and Roti House on Nostrand Avenue for doubles and a Tennis Roll. The doubles, which is not pictured because its always look disgusting, was great. Best bara I've had yet-- thin and chewy, with the tangy pepper sauce complementing the firm channa. Really one of the best doubles I've tried.
I bit into my Tennis Roll fully expecting it to be stuffed with some type of unknown goodness-- like a pork bun or some kind of coconut custard. This seemed like a perfectly reasonable expectation. Yet, to my surprise, there was no filling-- just a simple, slightly sweet dinner roll. Turns out, the rolls are Guyanese and so named because they're round like a tennis ball. Not the most apt description, but I like the name and I like the roll.
618 Nostrand Avenue
Brooklyn, NY 11216
(718) 604-0200
Labels:
Brooklyn,
Caribbean,
Crown Heights,
Noah
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