We’ll give the sanitation department a hall pass on this due to our good friend Sandy’s visit two weeks ago today, but goddamn!!! What a mess! We couldn’t help being reminded of New York City in the ’70′s (again) when we were crossing First Avenue yesterday. We’d have been completely fooled had it not been for the hybrid cab and bike lane. What’s next? Fires and riots?
The Great Breakfast Sandwich Smackdown is underway and already the competition is getting fierce. According to our incredibly willing and highly reliable taste tester (me) a very serious contender for the title can be found at the East Village outpost of Back Forty. The Housemade English Muffin Sandwich is the brainchild of chef/locavore Peter Hoffman who was an early pioneer of the farm-to-table concept at the (sadly) now shuttered Savoy.
This incarnation of the brunch staple consists of what I consider to be the four basic food groups: bread, eggs, cheese and, of course, bacon. Oh, and with a little bit of honey butter to round things out. The sandwich is served open faced, and, at first glance, you might wince at the sight of two (only two??) small pieces of bacon. But fear not my porcine, I mean, pork loving, friends. You will not be disappointed. Upon assembly (i.e. delicately smashing the two halves of English muffin together) the perfectly prepared, over easy egg erupts into a yolky volcanic dream. The texture of the housemade muffin, with its crisp cornmeal crusted outside and soft, spongy inside, is the perfect complement to the crisp strips of bacon and it does a fantastic cleanup job on the egg that runneth over.I’ve been to Back Forty twice in the last month for one of these bad boys. You know, just for the sake of the accuracy of this review. I may not be ready to declare it the ultimate winner just yet, but I will say it’s neck in neck with the current frontrunner. Four out of five eggs.
If you were on East 7th Street Monday as the East River flexed her biceps, you heard the water pouring into each basement. It sounded more like an afternoon hike along a Catskill brook than a natural disaster occurrence in the country’s most populous city.
This is what it looked like this morning. Banks of garbage bags filled with waterlogged memories, drywall and a free door. Residents of this storied block will renovate and repair, but the contents of these bags will never be replaced.
This was shot from our stoop with my daughter and iPhone in hand as Hurricane Sandy caused the East River to flood most of Avenue C in lower Manhattan. Unreal and oddly peaceful…once the sound of the car alarms were finally drowned.