This winter break I’ve been kind of sluggish with updates, and for that I apologize. As thanks for your patience, I’ll be presenting my one-day guide to getting the best and cheapest food in New York City, which is fast becoming a modern city in its own right — we’ve finally built our first public bathroom that isn’t in a Starbuck’s today! I visited the majority of these places multiple times in the past, though the pictures were taken today as I was taking my friend Travis (of the Lone Star State) out and about the city. Are you ready to feast your eyes on this?
Too late, you’re already dead!!
First stop, Mamoun’s Falafel on MacDougal St. Easily had at $2.50 a piece, it could be convincingly argued that their falafel sandwich is the Platonic ideal of the falafel — simply dressed, filling and alternately crunchy and soft where appropriate. (A good place for a joke involving your parents and sexual innuendo?) The longtime reign of Mamoun’s is currently being undermined by its flashier rivals, up-and-comers Chickpea and Pita Grill, though neither can hold a candle to the pita master. The location is ideal for eating in Washington Square Park, which is currently being renovated into god-knows-what.
The worst part about going to college in Iowa is getting the Gray’s Papaya Shakes, which occurs every few months. With no good hotdoggeries in town, I am forced to resort to raiding the local grocery store for packages of Nathan’s and Hebrew National and cooking up my own onions with which to top them. The end product is just a watered down version of the hotdog-shaped crack that you can procure at Gray’s. Independents should take note that, if Mayor Bloomberg is actually elected to the highest office in America, Gray’s will be giving away free hotdogs on his inauguration day. Otherwise, their perpetual Recession Special (2 dogs and a drink) is and shall forever be a mere $3.50.
Here’s my buddy Travis contemplating the significance of what he has just eaten. He has decided that it was tasty as fuck! (HE’S SINGLE, LADIES!)
REAAAAAL BROOKLYN PIZZA, EYYY! FOLD IT IN HALF, FUCKERS!
Your obligatory cupcakes from Amy’s Bread on Bleecker St. These kick Magnolia Bakery’s frosted turds outta the park.