We took an evening stroll through the neighborhood, our feet light with the anticipation of fish soup, maybe, or p’raps the skate and bacon and shrimp, or, why not, the banana split for that feeling of summer holiday. But then we got to Fifth Avenue and there was the crowd pouring out onto the sidewalk from the front door of Blue Ribbon, and it was clear things were not going to work out as planned. In fact, surprise!, where normally Jeff and I are able to swan in and get the best table in the house, last night Kat and I found ourselves turned away because of Restaurant Week promotions and a full house. Actually I guess we weren’t turned away so much as kindly told we’d be able to have a table in a couple of hours. I mean, what?!, people, this is MY HAPPY BROOKLYN, not the GODDAMN LOWER EAST SIDE.
We turned and walked south, then, till there was the smell of fried in the air, and then we pushed open the doors to the Chip Shop, where Ribena and fried haddock were served up, chop-chop. (Maybe I mean chip-chip, but maybe if I said that I’d have to apologize and show myself the way out.) There was a stewed berry stew with custard after, and you know those stewed berries were a taste sensation, but you also know it’s the custard that makes things happen.
At home, we put on “Zero Effect,” the most brilliant movie I’d never heard of. Up till “Zero Effect,” I had no idea Bill Pullman really is a genius. Listen: A few words on looking for things. When you go looking for something specific, your chances of finding it are very bad. Because of all the things in the world, you’re only looking for one of them. When you go looking for anything at all, your chances of finding it are very good. Because of all the things in the world, you’re sure to find some of them.
posted by stellou at 12:09 AM
2 Comments:
Your photo and this reminds me of the time there were 3 of us. And there were 5 really tasty fish cutlets made by grandmother. It meant that only two would be able to have another serving. And the third, well, they could only have one. Three Ate Five :)
The thing about my grandmothers fish cutlets is that she puts fresh red chilli and dill in them (along with potato and fish and other yummy things). This ofcourse makes them a taste sensation that no money can buy.
aaaaaaa!!!! you have made me fall over from laughing. and now i am ready for some fish cutlets. please and thank you.
everybody likes a grandmother specialty. my grandmothers have plenty of specialties up their sleeves, but right now i am thinking of, for grandmother on father's side, (a) kueh kodok (literally translated, that comes out to: frog cake), which are deep fried balls of banana, (b) and bubor chacha, which is, jeez, i don't know what it is, like stewed yams and sweet potatoes and bananas in a coconut milk yum thing. for grandmother on mother's side, i am thinking (c) birthday chicken mee sua soup, which is, oh, god, yum, and (d) pulot hitam, which is black rice porridge with dried longans and a gorgeous last-minute stir of coconut milk mixed in.
these are the kinds of things that make you understand with all your heart that life is good.
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