There are two kinds of people in this world: either the photo above grosses you out or it makes your mouth instantly fill with saliva. I'm in the second camp. Perhaps I have a genetic predilection for loving anchovies. My great grandfather, when asked how he was doing, used to say "like butter and anchovies" instead of something normal like, "good, how are you?"

EfV has a new addiction, furikake, which is a mixture of sesame seeds, sugar, salt, and little strips of nori confetti. Furikake is meant for seasoning rice, but lately, we can barely eat anything without it. Including popcorn.

$3.25 for 1.5 ounce packet at Sunrise Mart:

29 Third Avenue

(212) 598-3040

We've only been to Jimmy's No. 43 twice, but we've decided to stick with the snacks from now on—and the beer. Last night, we were barely willing to share the huge pile of roasted shishito peppers ($7) with our friends. Tonight, we may just have to hit up Sunrise Mart for some (8.99/pound), so we can recreate this dish and drink a boatload of beer immediately.

The green peppers are small and long, just barely hot (although Our Man Sietsema warned that, randomly, every eighth or ninth will actually burn). At Jimmy's, you may recall, there is no proper stove, just hot plates, and these guys are simply charred in a pan, then drizzled with lemon juice and sprinkled with sea salt. If you don't like green bell peppers, don't be scared. We don't either.

The dish is a special, but it has become a fairly consistent listing.

Jimmy's 43

43 East 7th Street

(212) 982-3006

One of Michael Whiteman's restaurant trend predictions for 2008, and the only one that seems new, really, is "Gastronomy for Children". (The full description is available for your reading pleasure after the jump.)

Our immediate reaction to this is, like Grub Street's, "ew." But it's a fine line. Whiteman anticipates the end of the chicken-finger-dependent kids' menu and, in its place, kid-sized portions of regular menu items. That sounds great—when we have kids, we want them to enjoy all kinds of food and not be afraid to try things.

But, this whole thing could go very, very badly. Have you ever been stuck in line at a cheese shop while some beaming yuppie woman encourages her daughter to learn the difference between sheep's milk and cow? And the decide what to buy? Oy.

Meanwhile, a certain almost-four-year-old we know will be getting this miniature Misono knife for Christmas this year. Cute? Weird? Please chime in.

Jim Leff is a chowhound for life. Recently, he discovered and went bananas for the soft tofu at Woodside's Han ah Rhum. We can vouch for the firm stuff, but we may need to make a trip on the 7 train for the soft serve soon.

In this particular fantasy, my friends and family are dripping with cash to spend on me, and for Christmas, I get this cute tabletop grill by Eva Solo, which costs $300. In addition, it works really well, which may or may not be the case in real life. Then I start having indoor grilling parties in my very chic miniscule apartment. Thanks, Mom!

When you've lived in New York for nearly 30 years, it's always a great thrill to find yourself on a street you've never walked down before, or, even better—eating the perfect New York slice of pizza in a spot you've never visited.

For me, this was Luigi's on Fifth avenue in South Slope (at 21st Street) on Friday night. The owner, Giovanni, sweat-suit-clad and extremely passionate, offered a drizzle of his special herb-oil, which elevated the already outstanding slice to lusty new heights.

We may be a little late to this party, but for those of you who are in the same boat, we must share a new discovery: the flagel, Fairway's flat bagel. Maximizing surface area, this thing, shown here in a lovely coating of "everything," is to the bagel what nuggets are to fried chicken. When toasted, they are delightfully crunchy, but the inside still has the chewiness a bagel should曜ust less of it. (69 cents each.)

Last night, Eva Mendes told Jay Leno about how she loves tacos, but not "real tacos." She has a thing for the big, gross tacos at Jack in the Box, which we have never sampled, so will not comment on. But we did like her for admitting it.

Incidentally, EfV just stumbled upon a spot that may bridge the gap between "real" and, shall we say, American-style tacos. Chinantla is a deli on Myrtle Avenue we pass by all the time. When we finally investigated, the place looked so dingy inside that even we had our doubts (and dingy is like, our whole shit!). But the chicken taco and the pork taco, which was heavily spiced, were quite delicious.

Here at EfV, we eat several peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every week. We used to try to fancy-it-up with wild blueberry preserves or black berry jam, but recently, we realized we just wanted grape jelly. Let's keep things authentic, and not go all "new American", you know? Now we're addicted to McCutcheon's grape jelly (concord, red, and white, plus sugar and pectin). It is sweet and tangy, and, with chunky, salty peanut butter, remarkably perfect. Also good is the price: a 19-ounce jar is $3.19 at Fairway.

Another favorite around here are the apricot preserves (20 ounces, $4.19), especially on some crusty wheat bread with Manchego!