happy friday snack bento

A little snack bento with trout and cream cheese wrapped in romaine lettuce, plus mache, almonds, golden raisins and a mango-papaya skewer...

The sun is shining--we are looking forward to a bright weekend, too.

Wishing you a wonderful weekend, bento pals!

flavors of the past

On a recent visit to New York, I was interested in documenting certain places from childhood, especially food-related. At 242nd Street, Van Cortland Park in the Bronx is the uptown starting point of the Number 1 subway line, which snakes its way into Manhattan, down through the urban intensity of Midtown, and finally to the watery destination of South Ferry. My school in Riverdale was nearby in a suburban, quiet neighborhood with Tudor-style homes, an uphill walk a few blocks away.

The 242nd street station always seemed vaguely exotic to me--today I can see why, with its freewheeling Art Deco borrowings from Eastern sources:

A view across to Van Cortland Park, situated on land sold by the Weckquaesgeek Indians to the Dutch West India Company in 1639:

Amazing that these primary-color murals from the seventies are still in place--I remember passing these images many times as a child and seeing them here still opens a door to early memories and impressions. The sporty figures express a certain urban self-sufficiency--along with a bright and hopeful bicentennial spirit of feminine aspiration:

It was good to revisit and find that this street still feels charged and mythical, a connector of dimensions and realms under the noisy shadow of its elevated tracks. The station's strange Peking grandeur seems even more beautiful as layers of paint peel away to reveal another color, another time:

The taxi station that once stood at the corner ready to accommodate weary subway riders is gone now. The station's collection of pinball machines were so intriguing with their brooding, early heavy metal imagery: around 1976 or so I recall being fascinated with one decorated with languid Led Zeppelin sylphs in bell-bottom jeans with mysterious eyes and ocean hair. 

I'd stare down at them through the scratched pinball plastic--with that much beauty, it seemed that they had something crucial and secret to tell. But always, they were silent and unreadable, staring off into some unknowable realm...

Snapping me back from my pinball reverie would be the delicious scent of an active fryer vat: the whole block was suffused with a sharp and enticing aroma of deep-fried chicken wings from the Chinese takeout place, where I'd lobby mom for some wings after one of our Manhattan sojourns. I recall happily clutching the hot, stapled wax paper bag of crispy chicken on the ride home, and the jagged, golden crunch of the wings!

Closer to home was another Broadway-residential divide. In our leafy neighborhood, dreamed up as a green commuter suburb in the late nineteenth century are spacious Victorians, elegant Federal style homes, and more modern homes from the 20th century mixed in for good measure. "Down the hill" meant a walk to South Broadway, where some of the coffee shops and pizzerias from childhood remain today.

My late, very much missed Dad often read the Sunday New York Times at the Scorpio--sometimes I'd come along and enjoy a Western omelet while we'd wade through the newspaper sections and chat. Happy memories.

As the last century merges into the new one, it is a joy to still find traces of Art Deco embellishing South Broadway's storefronts, as at the 242nd street subway station:

I love that Gino's Pizzeria has remained as it was: simple, delicious, and untouched by fads and fashions:

Many old school pizzerias in the NYC area offer Jamaican-style beef patties in addition to the pizza menu. Golden-turmeric flaky crust, Caribbean-spiced thyme and red pepper ground beef filling. What a treat (and  guilty pleasure) these are hot from the pizza oven:

Thanks for sharing this nostalgic visit...which foods and places stir your fond memories?

stardust restaurant and vintage kawaii

On a recent visit, my Mom shared some awesome vintage  "Party Toppers"  found at a garage sale back in the 70's. Made in Japan, this odd and endearing collection of characters with a fifties aura were still sealed in their original plastic packaging...high time to let them out and have some fun!

Yesterday, they came along for a festive meal at Stardust, a Southern and Thai-inflected spot in Old Town, Alexandria with great vintage flair, along with my wonderful girlfriends and fellow foodies Steph and Christal.

Stardust's starry ceiling sets a dreamy tone:

Maybe this trio would care for a drink?

Silvery reflections:

I usually order Spicy Cajun Shrimp with Cheesy Grits and Greens, but these other yummy selections may expand my repetoire next time...

Steph's Wok-Seared Vegetables with Chicken:

Christal's Thai Style Grilled Beef Salad:

Reflections at the bar:

Finally, dessert and party time for the Party Toppers:

Loved how the red rose petal matched the elephant's chapeau!

 

 

After lunch, a brilliant blue sky:

And fuzzy buds on trees, blowing in a strong breeze:

Still early, but small hints of spring are emerging!