The Five Weirdest Things I've Eaten Lately
One of the questions I'm most frequently asked is, "What's the best thing you've eaten recently?" And then I have to rummage around in my recollections of the many, many good meals I've eaten in the last few weeks. Usually, I'm left tongue-tied. But an even more common question - and you may have difficulty believing it - goes something like this: "What's the weirdest thing you've eaten lately?"
Call it adventure dining by proxy. While someone may not be willing to shag ass out to Northern Boulevard in Queens for some Korean wriggling octopus eaten while still alive, or to Bensonhurst to sample Italian pig-blood chocolate pudding around Eastertide - they sure want to hear all about it. Accordingly, just in case you were about to ask me that very question, here are the five weirdest things I've eaten recently.
1. Meatball at Taiwanese Specialties - Say "meatball" and what do you think of? A plainish orb of well-cooked ground flesh, albeit one that can come in varying sizes. It might be beef, it might be lamb, or yet again, it might be a mixture of meats. Well, surprise! At Taiwanese Specialties - a long running establishment in Elmhurst just south of the LIRR tracks - the so-called Taiwanese meatball is a big bowl of wiggly goo, with tidbits of meat and pickle peregrinating around inside, barely visible through the translucent sweet-potato-starch matrix. It's good, but it's no substitute for a real meatball. 84-02 Broadway, Elmhurst, Queens, 718-429-4818
2. "Hot Dog" at Rosarito Fish Shack - Seafood sausages are common enough in area fish markets. You could poach or broil one, put it in a bun with mayo and chopped pickle, and you'd have a magnificent take on the conventional tube steak. At Rosarito Fish Shack - a new Baja, California--style seafood joint in Williamsburg - they've chosen a different route. To stand in for the floater, they've used a muscular octopus arm, wrapped in bacon and grilled a la Crif Dogs. Then they put a lot of other crap on top of it. But when you push away the mate ketchup, chipotle mayo, and various other slippery substances, the tentacle flops out the end somewhat gruesomely. 168 Wythe Avenue, Williamsburg, Brooklyn, 718-388-8833