Archive for September, 2009

Vendy Awards

I wish I had a bigger stomach, really, I do. Events like the Vendy Awards are a struggle because there is so much good food and I want all of it, but every bite brings me closer to the dreaded food fatigue.


This year’s event was held in Flushing, Queens at the former site of the World’s Fair, which unfortunately very very very far away from where I live in Brooklyn, at least by subway, which is an even slower form of transportation on the weekend when they do construction.

The Vendy Award is not just an aggregation of all the best street food trucks in NYC, but a fundraising event for the Street Vendor Project, which advocates for street vendors both by representing them in court and by lobbying for better policies. Street vending in NYC is currently not well protected or respected by the powers that be. Street Vendors are mercilessly ticketed and the permit system is punitive and corrupt to say the least. This is unfortunate, as vending represents a great opportunity for people to start a small business. Many vendors are immigrants and come from poor backgrounds and vending represents a way out of poverty.

But the Vendy Awards are fun because street food is not only a valid business enterprise that should be respected, but because the best vendors serve up incredibly delicious and creative food.

My favorite rookie was Schnitzel & Things, which brought back my memories of Austria. My pork schnitzel was perfect and the delicious creamy Austrian potato salad sealed the deal.

Cravings, the other rookie cart had some incredibly luscious gravy, but otherwise the meats and dumplings didn’t wow me. Picnick, the only cart touting local sustainable food, was also a disappointment. I thought the meat was dry, the sauce boring, and the cookie was an abomination to cookies everywhere.

I hit up the dessert trucks after that, with Wafels and Dinges being my first stop. I always thought I didn’t like waffles because the ones I had were gummy and boring, but apparently I hadn’t had the right waffle…until Saturday, when I took an incredible bite of the buttery chewy wonderful waffles served up by those genius Belgian men who topped it all off with the amazing concoction that is gingerbread butter.

I waited in line for eons for the Big Gay Ice Cream truck, but it was worth it. I also tend to look down on soft serve, but once again, I was wrong. This soft serve was creamy with real vanilla and the topping were creative and of course, delicious. I had the gobbler, which was topped with pumpkin butter. Wow.

Cupcake Stop was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The first cupcake I had, the Elvis, a banana cupcake with peanut butter icing, was salty and sweet and melted pleasingly in my mouth. However, the pumpkin spice was nauseatingly sweet.

I wasn’t much hungry afterwards. I had admittedly eating the Country Boys truck for a taco before the monster line formed and it was delicious, but I didn’t think it was anything exciting. Same for the falafel from the King of Falafel, but maybe it’s because I couldn’t manage the whole dish he made and just ate the falafel.

Mediocre Rickshaw Dumplings, buttery spicy Kati Rolls, and burnt Jamacian Dutchy were tasted, but were tasted, but at this point I was ready to pass out on the grass, so I wasn’t a fair judge.


NYC Craft Beer Week

First up was NYC Craft Beer Week, a harried week for me because my own organization had an event as part of that week. I did get to go to a few amazing events though, one being a panel on Women in Beer at the French Culinary Institute.


After eating lots of Murray’s cheese and tasting some great Ommegang and Stoudt’s beers, beer mavins dished on the state of women in this mostly-male profession. The women on the panel this year were Debbie Boening, president of Oak Beverages which distributes beer, Susan Green, sales manager of the Global Brewers Guild, Sarah Lescrauwaet Beach, Market Manager of Ommegang Brewery, Jennifer Schwertman, bar btender and beer geek, and Carol Stoudt, President of Stoudt’s Brewery and the first female Brewmaster in the U.S: The panel was hosted by Maggie Fuller, the founder of Beer Ethos.

It was a diverse group and all of them were more than willing to speak their minds. Carol Stoudt got into beer after her kids left home and started a brewery, whereas Sarah, who is Belgian, recounted growing up with good beer. They talked about how session beers are in and beer is getting new respect from gourmands.

What was clear from the panel is that the stereotypes of “girly” beer are fading and women are enjoying beer with real flavor. Indeed, when I bartended at the Vendy Awards, it was the women making a beeline for the IPA.

The best beers I tasted at beer week were Kelso’s Brett and Ommegang’s Hennepin. I definitely lean towards the Belgian styles and I am so glad I discovered beers brewed with the bacteria brettanomyces at a cool event recently called Where the Wild Beers Are.

Kombucha drinkers will immediately recognize (and love) the sour brettanomyces flavor and find it enhanced and perfected in many of the beers that utilize it.

Ommegang’s Bière De Mars is a great example of a beer that does sour right. It’s like cinnamon spiced sour windfall apples topped with a malty caramel sauce.

Let Us Eat Local

Let Us Eat Local is not just a fundraising event for Just Food. It’s a showcase of how delicious locally grown can be. Divorced from the tiring dialogue of food miles, local shows that it’s not just from X number of miles away. Local food is also about the idea of a farmer as not just the producer of commodities, but as an artisan with the magical ability to raise up succulent perfect tomatoes from the Earth. When I made the slide show for the event, which featured pictures of these farmers and their handiwork, that is what I wanted to portray. It’s unfortunate that most people at the event already know this. I would have loved to have seen locavore naysayers like Anthony Bourdain try to naysay while choking down Marlow & Son’s luxuriously fatty porkbelly with brightly tart grilled peaches. Of course local food is about other things besides pure hedonism, but this hedonism doesn’t get enough press as far as I’m concerned. Too many articles I’ve read about local food are exercises in calculating abstract reasons why we should eat one way or another.

I was happy to see Bourdain in his Outer Boroughs show chow down on the hamburger from Diner. That burger is not just made with local ingredients, it’s made with the best ingredients. You should order it rare and savor the unctuous silkiness of the beef. Grass-fed beef has its detractors, but I think they don’t get that it’s like a wine and each vintage tastes a particularly way, for better or worse, based on the life of the organism. In this case, the beef is the story of a cow from how its mother nursed it with colostrum to the particular strain of pink clover it favored while out to pasture.

Bourdain would also approve of the local food movement’s love affair with offal, which I have reluctantly become embroiled with. Whole animals raised so carefully are valuable from nose to tail. That means greater appreciation for things like kidneys, which I couldn’t say no to when chef Jacque from Palo Santo offered me them in a taco so enthusiastically. The whole taco was so delicious, so perfectly spiced and dripping with salsa, that I forgot that the offer initially gave me pause.

A picture I, sadly, did not take.

Giving up meat may calculate better in some economics spreadsheet, but in the end Boca Burgers aren’t going to support the kind of economy I want to see that fosters farmers as artisans and stewards of the soil rather than as variables producing X numbers of soybeans. And I say that earnestly, even as I proudly have as bachelors in science in agricultural economics…it’s not going to govern the way I personally eat.

Pictures of the event
Village Voice