Thanks to my friend Zizou*, who is visiting from San Francisco and steadfastly eating through a packed schedule of restaurants, I finally ended up tasting the famous food at Peter Luger on Sunday afternoon. Yes, I ate lunch there before going home to cook a big Sunday dinner. But I only ate a hamburger, not steak.
And a piece of slab bacon.
And schlag, which is the most beautiful way to say “whipped cream” that I know.
With just a bit of apple strudel for ballast.
And then I went home and cooked pork spare ribs in in a spicy glaze, fried chicken wings in a sweet and sticky soy sauce glaze, dumplings that were terrible, and 짬뽕, jjampong, a Korean-Chinese noodle soup that’s filled with seafood and spiked with crushed red pepper oil. The last, to my utter relief, was good. I think it was the two dozen clams.
* My friend who insists on remaining anonymous even though half the readers of this blog know who she is.