Oh, dear old dad. Instead of playing golf and grabbing a six pack to zone out while watching football, my father obsesses over his exquisitely made meals, repeating a recipe is a crime in itself. We have never ordered a pizza, probably a little strange for a normal American family, never thought I fit into the stereotype anyways. So along with the family genes, a sense for the culinary has also been passed onto me, thanks dad. I now prefer any kind of foreign food instead of American, lets get fat on gnocchi and naan instead of McDonald's fries.
Pork Bun from Chinatown
Free Indian food at a festival in Washington Square
Sopa at a Mexican restaurant
Didn't eat these...
Irish stew with potatoes, lamb, and carrots