A Week In The Belly of NYC: Sacred Chow.
That is how you start dinner at Sacred Chow, 227 Sullivan Street, NYC.
These way-more-interesting-than-usual drinks were followed by
the best raw kale we've ever consumed ('massaged' with salt
and covered in Dijon mustard - a crispy, salty, oily mystery),
and a black olive seitan sandwich with low-key crusty bread.
And juicy, strangely fleshy meatballs; Korean tofu cutlets
with garlic, ginger and chilli; tofu with dill;
root vegetable latkes made of dates with date butter;
and barbeque seitan.
Puds were ridiculous with lavender and chocolate cheesecake
(like 'eating soap with a bar of chocolate, in a good way')
which came with a cumulonimbus of coconut creme fraiche
lounging on the top
(unfinished but escorted home through St Patrick's Day
staggerers in doggy bag).
Sarah stuffed in only two thirds of a peanut butter
and chocolate torte, bit delicious,
and Jating's heroic consumption of a Dutch apple pie
with vanilla ice cream and that slightly salty bake-sale crust
embarrassed us both.
We got all this at http://sacredchow.com/ 227 Sullivan Street, NYC.
...oh and the waiter deserves props for barely being able
to conceal his excitement about the food,
but holding it down till he got to the lavender cheesecake.
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