This morning, we woke up late and headed over to The Breslin to devour another meat-centric meal.
We’ve eaten in this dimly-lit, saloon-like restaurant in the Ace Hotel before, and from past experience, we’ve detected some surliness from the staffers. Nonetheless, the breakfast at the Breslin may be my favorite in the city.
If you order the full English breakfast (fried eggs, blood sausage, bacon, pork sausage, roasted mushrooms, and tomato)…
…and fried eggs and skirt steak with tomatillo sauce…
…no substitutions are needed to make it Paleo.
The kiddos ate a side of scrambled eggs (which are whipped with milk)…
…and thinly-sliced, house-cured bacon.
After we stuffed our bellies with protein and fat, we spent the rest of our day waddling around lower Manhattan.
The one spot I had to check out was Korin, a restaurant supply store that specializes in Japanese knives.
A while back, one of my readers (Hello, Randall!) offered constructive feedback on my knife collection:
As someone who has a lot of really cool cooking tools (you, not me), allow me to tell you how appalled I am that your kitchen tools section purports you as using Wustof knives. Ewww, yuck. There is a store here in Gotham that you may or may not have heard of: Korin.
Randall’s right. I have a couple of Japanese knives, but overall, my collection does suck — or at least could use some enhancements — and I was more than happy to wander around Korin and drool over each and every Japanese-made blade.
After consulting with one of the experts at Korin, I settled on this Western-style knife.
I decided against getting a pure carbon blade because I’m too busy to give it the TLC it would require, without which it would rust. It’s not like I have a knife master at the ready to mend my knives, so I settled for a blade made with a steel alloy. (My apologies, Randall.)
Afterwards, we took a peek at the construction zone surrounding One World Trade Center…
and wandered back up to SoHo.
In the evening, the four of us stopped at Minetta Tavern for dinner.
I’ve been dying to try the restaurant’s Black Label burger, which is famous for both its price tag and the secret blend of dry-aged Angus delivered daily by Pat LaFrieda. You can read about how the chefs lovingly prepare this burger here.
We started off with sardines, pickled ramps, and egg salad…
…and a tomato, cucumber, and feta salad.
We ended with burger and fries.
Don’t fret! I didn’t eat the bun and I left most of the fries (which are fried in peanut oil).
How was it? Soooo beefy and juicy, with just the perfect accent of sweetened grilled onions.
We walked back to our hotel, stopping only once at the Strand to check out books…
…and pose as super heroes.
Oof. Three days in NYC and I’ve already overdosed on meat. I’ve been such a Paleo cliché, eating meal after meal of meat, meat, meat. Regular readers know that I normally ingest lots of vegetables, but if you only started tuning in a few days ago, you’d think that my diet consists of nothing but animal flesh. I really need to get back to eating my veggies…starting tomorrow.