Privilege of the big apple maybe not, but integral part to see dominating of the US food culture, it is safe(sure). Food Addict due to leave, your stomach is going to take height eyes, food lag in forecast dices the landing! It left.Forget generally accepted ideas, there is only burgers and hot dogs to NYC, they are of course omnipresent, sausages and beefsteaks coiled well in their brioche-like buns decorated in the infinity, yummy! You will try it be in some: hot dog, kebabs, pretzels and burgers are present in every corner(place) of street; profusion also of slice (part of pizza), donuts and bagels. Let us speak about basic items for those, then let us have a look to the static huts, the itinerant salesmen and food trucks spread almost everywhere in the city. And the story begin, world culture obliges; prepare you to speak about 10 languages(tongues) and to make live in your tin the most beautiful ever known gastronomic melting pot. An envy(urge) for Belgian waffle(honeycomb)? A small organic milkshake in the vanilla of Madagascar? Cupcakes, muffins, ices(mirrors,ice creams), tacos, bowl of noodle; Korean cooking(kitchen), quibbles, Indian, Thai or south American, the world is there I say to you, and there is not enough luck(chance) to be disappointed.

Trucks has their addicts, many tweets moreover every day their new place, they have even their Award of the best food truck, it is that we do not laugh with the quality sir! You will never feel deceived, many preparations are made minute with fresh products, the real culture of the good taste does well.

I still see myself in Soho, installed(settled) well in the sun to savor my tacos wipe chipottle or guacamole: one " homemade fresh tea " in a hand, the delight with sombrero in the other one. Trucks making eyes at me permanently, the technique consisted in eating little every time and in walking(working) a lot "between" every time. That walks(works) not bad, except for for legs...If the curiosity pricks you, go to have a look on the delicatesseny.com blog, she(it) chronicled it not bad. NEwyorkstreetfood.com will transport you a little over there and Roaming hunger will indicate you their places every day. Another 2-3 comments on New York and it will be finished, it is necessary to pass in the other thing(matter), it has been now more than 2 months since I returned all the same but it was so good!

Palois during 5 years, I heard(understood) it it is that they are chauvinistic these from Bearn 3 restaurants counted and returned ceaselessly to my ears: at Pierre, " the place to be ", the Fine Gourmet and At the water's edge.
At Ruffet? The Inn Labarthe? Lou Capetou (to maintaining Morlanne)? That nenni, those there we preferred to criticize them, easy: 2 be studed Michelin and a strong head, that has to do well to say that it is average. In the time(period), the "new" boss of Olivier*co, François, whom you were able to see in Peking Express (edition(publishing) 2011) put a kick there inside, an evening olive oil at Labarthe, partnerships a good Epicurean the winner! Let us specify all the same; I do not say that these restaurants had nobody on the contrary, fortunately that there is only idiots! They were, and stay even today 3 better restaurants of the corner(place), with a beautiful breakthrough of the Unusual Papillae, and Ze bar to come on the blog.

To return in To Pierre, I had dragged there never my gaiters until today, and indeed we shall not see again(revise) me there any more. Institution paloise for some years I want, but they have of the forgotten that we were in 2012. The place begins to make old-fashioned, I can go to tease the cooking(kitchen) of the new landlords on the same ground, but I have nothing against a good old boiled chicken.
We would be entitled to hope for a little of evolution in the cooking(kitchen) and to cross(spend) besides eternal compote of red onions under the net of sea bream, but that there passed still not bad. Just think of announcing that it will not be of the rocket but an odourless mixed salad leaves (without a stalk of rocket) and I accept. I believed to understand(include) that the pressing of duck of my neighbor did not make him(her) do "quack" but the risotto which followed, "gurgling" it is safe(sure), got(touched) poured! A patasse with rice, drowned person under a kind of American, Saint Jacques and scampis the origin nor the mode of cooking of which I do not dare to imagine.
As would say it the waitress " they spoiled you for the veal chop ", it is true that there was some material(subject), on a plate which I could not get(touch) so she(it) had warmed, the coast(rib) was certainly big but extremely cooked, in chanterelles (I would put 15 well petit points) On an air(sight) of " are a little bit stupid you you " we assure me that chanterelles are fresh(cool) I did not know that that grew under the snow and anyway there was only one, cut in 4 in the middle of cultivated mushrooms and of certainly fresh(cool) morels too the pavements of Po have to have a beautiful fertilizer it is I who says it to you. H'mm at the idea of a creamy polenta with the French blue-veined cheese of ambert announced, free-running in there, I drool instead of that, a voucher old pieces of motionless polenta cut-and-dried, fast warmed, I still look for the French blue-veined cheese, it had of return to Ambert, too much disappointed by its fate(spell).
I go there a little bit hardly, but it is as high as my disappointment, furthermore I do not like(love) that we take me for an idiot. We would have been able to say to me that the polenta had been moved with passion during one hour, that morels were fresh(cool) that anything in fact to be easy(peaceful).
Fortunately an evening with a good buddy is necessarily a good evening, the wine was good, the whiskey also, and the waitress in spite of its indiscretions, nice. I forgive you half Pierre, but I shall not come any more home...

( Precision: it was can be better in the " big time(period) ")

At Pierre. 16 street Louis Barthou. 64000 Po.

Www.restaurant-chez-pierre.fr

And here I am in the subway, the direction(management) Morgan Avenue in the east of Brooklyn. Some place " the island " boho hippy of Robertas in Williamsburg, the others in Bushwick, every 2 districts of the borough of Brooklyn. I do not thus get wet too much by quoting both … However it is a rather striking, interesting, fantastic place?
If premises read to me, they will understand(include) can be not where I want to come there, but the first impression(printing) when we go out of the line L to Morgan Avenue recovers from Menace2Society. Magnificent Graff everywhere, in big amateur of Street Art, I was filled; bands(strips) in Lincoln who cross(spend) slowly in streets, barbed wires, reinforced doors and bars in windows … Wassup niga? (Reference to the movie)

Bogart Street gets closer, I am there even, and here is an enormous building(ship), a small smell of grass in front of a workshop(studio), atmosphere lines squared, to wayfarer, tatoo mcbook and bicycle, of let go! Small wine cellar in the angle of Moore Street, I turn(shoot) and here I am in front of Roberta, the famous restaurant which terrifies the press, Web, and all New York … Brilliant, never we shall see that to us, and it is the strength of the gastronomy to NYC, everything is doable(playable) without in priori nor anything: imagine a shed transformed into restaurant in Sarcelles which comes to tease the big of Paname? No. Way (maybe one day, never say "ever") I am going to break the atmosphere because Robertas was closed because of party(holiday) of the staff. But roughly the concept it is pizza in the campfire, the brunch and the dinner gastroenteritis, personal kitchen garden, the happiness. You can see that that gives in him(it) " fork(range) and rucksack " of beautiful special Julie Andrieu NYC.
Small disappointment all the same, he(it) is going to need to find the other thing(matter) but it does not worry me excessively. The improvisation to NYC was worth me only of beautiful discoveries. In the noon(south) will not be outdone, because behind a half lowered(dimmed) iron curtain was a wonderful small Japanese canteen: " Momo sushi shack " who will have the right(law) for its small comment. Always in the same block of buildings(ships), Swallow Cafe caught my eye, belgium waffel, coffee, of let go! I exactly wanted a dessert and a real small black. Filled, the population is just like the corner(place), thirty-year old " smart hippy " "artist", look " commits suicide chorus girls " for the girls, the waffle(honeycomb) $(6) is good, the coffee(café) $(2.25) also and soft drinks let us not speak about it; Wifi free to give news, stopping place we cannot any more nice.
For the addicts in pizzas, we blew me during my ballad " williamsburgienne " that the best were the ones from Pauli Glee to "Greenpoint" and Saraghina to "Bedstuy". Brooklyn became the Mecca of the New York gastronomy, you can notice it everywhere. With the " Brooklyn fare " (3 Michelin stars) at the head(top) of line and heaps of good addresses of all kinds everywhere, of "Blue Bottle Café" temple of the small American south grain(bead) in the food trucks of any origins, Mile End, Roberta, The famous Nathan etc. … In good gastronome you will not can pass besides the borough famous.
But he(it) is time(weather) for me to resume(to take back) the subway and to leave Bogart St, not without having made a big tour(ballot) of the district, crossing an artist preparing his(its) wall and to be fed to me of graff and on unknown views(sights) for us. See ya next in Williamsburg with Momo Sushi Shack.

Of Roberta. 261 moore Saint Brooklyn NYC. 718 ) 417 1118

Www.robertaspizza.com

Swallow Cafe. 49 Bogart St Brooklyn NYC.

Blue Bottle Coffe. 160 Berry St Brooklyn NYC ( williamsburg ).

My collection(quest) of good addresses across the Atlantic did not once stop(arrest) feet put in New York. On the contrary, my list grew rich on the spot further to advice(councils), readings in particular that of evening: feet in ranges(fans) on the bed of my hotel room, an article under eyes dealt with the arrival of Quebecois cooks endowed for the gustative pleasures, among them: Noah Bernamoff. That this particularly held attention. Young lad of Montreal arrived at NYC to follow his(her) New Yorker of girlfriend met at the university Mc Gill. He preferred to prepare his smoked meat in his apartment for the buddies rather than to attend(take) his class(course) in Brooklyn law school. It is thus naturally that he(it) stops(arrests) the faculty to create his(its) "déli", Mile end (Of the name of a labor Jewish district of Montreal) in full Brooklyn. Her(it) " smoked meat " what is in Montreal that the pastrami is in New York, and mister Bernamoff masters her(it) Of Montreal smoked meat.

If I say it to you it is because I crunched(outlined) it, arrived at begging 3 pm, they made an exception (break(break dance) between 15 and 17 o'clock) and thus allowed me to sit at the table to me to enjoy that. I have to be the only one not to have made Kat' z for his(her,its) pastrami, it will be for the next, always is him(it) that I did not regret this small moment in the Mile End. The team which would have been able to pull a face to have a relou at 3 pm the woman of which cracks a lamp (we repaired him(it) nickel with a cook) rather showed itself very nice. My smoked meat sandwich a small glass of white wine, big smile! One of the cooks recommends me to mean one evening enjoying their other specialities, explains me the difference between the pastrami and their smoked meat (spices etc.) Intrigued by their magnificent crisp gherkins, I learn that they make quite house, until the maceration of their pickles, magnificent!
Here is the magnificent toilet that I can only recommend you. I enjoyed only their smoked meat sandwich but do not absolutely doubt the quality besides, Putin, wilensky ruth and other one Of the Montreal style Bagel, Jewish style! That you are déliphile or not, cross(spend) the door of the Mile End for a small moment of Quebecois happiness tabernacle!

Mile End. 97a Hoyt Street, Brooklyn. New York. 718 852 7510

Www.mileendbrooklyn.com