Side Street// Personal Rambling

 

I am so sorry…

It’s been forever…

Please forgive me…. ::cries uncontrollably::

Yes, my lovely friends. It’s been forever. FREAKIN’ FOREVER. Alas, a lot of crazy has been happening with yours truly. But NO EXCUSES!

I promise. I will be posting this weekend. Real Soon.

Until then, Eat on <3

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Side Street// “The (other) F word”

In the beginning, I hated Twitter.

Ok. Who are we kidding? I’m still not a fan of it. 140 character limit? It aggravates me when I “retweet” or “tag” another member like “@namethatistoolongitusesallthespace” that I only have room for lol. Well guess what, Twitter? I’m not laughing out loud. I’m pyotsl. Yeah. You don’t even know what that means, do you? STOP LIMITING ME!

Yes, that outburst was necessary.

But despite the exasperation that I feel for “Birdies R’ Us”, I cannot deny the varying and interesting articles that it has introduced to me. For instance, the article written in CNN’s Eatocracy, “Chefs and the (other) F word”, gave a surprising and provoking perspective on that continuously ambivalent word, “Foodie”.  The article, written by Jennifer Wolfe, relates the opinions of chefs and restauranteurs in regards to their struggle with these ardent lovers of food. Interestingly, the article defines “Foodie” with the Merriam-Webster definition as “…a person having an avid interest in the latest food fads”. Not a definition I quite agree with but necessary for the support that was to follow, a food fight between the creators and the consumers. The chefs definitely did not sugar coat their dislike for foodies as they branded them as fools that would buy anything with varnish. Even the mildest form of insult referred to foodies as “mostly tolerable” and “a necessary evil.” But once again, I feel like the word Foodie is being misused by a small minority of idiots that ruin it for the rest of us. It is imperative that a distinction should be made between foodies (those that enjoy all food and wish to learn about every aspect of it) and food elitists/snobs or, as Jason Sheehan from Seattle Weekly lovingly refers to them,

…coup-counting, lock-jawed, cake-eating, nose-in-the-air dimwits who, with sticks planted firmly in their flabby asses will make their weekly cruise out to the hottest addresses in town, get weak little culinary boners over year-dead trends, focused-grouped Frog-humping menus and anyone doing New American comfort food or French-Asian fusion in million-dollar spaces.

Ouch.

I do agree that there are some “Foodies” that make you want to showcase your private knife collection. But let’s not get rid of the entire bushel of apples because of a few bad ones. It’s time to take back the word and redefine it as “lovers of all food”. Not just what’s popular. Not just what’s en vogue. Not just the classics or the traditional. Not just the normal or the exotic. BUT ALL FOOD.

My name is backstrEATs and I adore all food! I am a FOODIE!

Until next time, my lovely friends, EAT ON <3

 

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“The warming up of the waffle by use of a microwave oven is punishable by Belgian Law, Article 15, Section VII”// Wafels and Dinges

backstrEATS at a glance:

www.wafelsanddinges.com

Location and Time: Located in the Big Apple, the hours and location of this lovely vendor vary by day. But do not despair they cover a great portion of the city so you will never be too far from the deliciousness. The Wafels and Dinges company owns 1 truck, 1 mini truck, and 2 carts. They are referred to as Wafel and Dinges Truck (or Le Truck), Goesting “cart”, Vedette Cart, and Bierbeek Cart respectively.

You can find their locations and hours of operations here on their website. Or call them! The Waffle Hot Line will tell you of the nearest location and the secret password of the day! (866) 429-7329.

Atmosphere and Attire: The city is your table and the street noise your ambiance music. Anything goes for attire… that is in accordance with New York City Law. So some form of top and bottom please.

Seating: I’ve only been to the Truck on Christopher street. No place to sit except the curb of the sidewalk. But I believe standing is half the experience when partaking in street food!

Cost: Moderately cheap. Wafels (Yes. That’s how they spell it) are $5-6 with the first topping for free, $1 for the second, or $2 for unlimited toppings. It’s roughly $7-8 when all is said and done.

Coke products: Hells to the yeah~ Coke and Diet Coke cans, water, hot apple cider, hot cocoa, coffee, tea, Pellegrino Aranciata and Limonata are the beverage selections.

Important Notes: Cash only. Follow them on facebook and twitter! They have trivia questions and secret codes that lead to special prizes.

Six months have passed since my arrival to the east coast. After reflecting on all that I have experienced, I have come to one very important conclusion.

Te Amo, Nueva York

Je T’aime, New York

사랑해, 뉴욕.

I FREAKIN’ LOVE YOU, NEW YORK!

(Throws confetti and sings rendition of Sinatra’s New York, New York off key)

Yes, you are indeed the “apple” of my eye, the empire of my state, the capital of my world and the Batman of my Gotham. I cannot be more grateful to all the lovely food adventures that I have experienced thanks to you, you spectacular city. A city so nice they named it twice? Abso-freakin’-lutely.

Picture it.

It was a cold, blustery night in February when a friend and I left the subway station on Christopher Street in search of  dinner. The city wind nipped harshly at our cheeks as it gathered speed around every street corner. I wrapped my scarf grudgingly around the lower half of my face.  You must know that A. I don’t particularly like scarves (they choke me…) and B. due to the cold, I had just purchased said scarf in Chinatown from a stall that sold Tiffany with a -ph…  (I’m a slight hypochondriac. Sue me.) As I made adjustments to my scarf, I scolded myself for even shivering in 28 degree weather. I am a Michigan girl, after all. This would have been “a sweater and short shorts” weather for many of my friends back home (Surprisingly not all girls.) We pulled out our maps and scanned the street signs for direction when a luminous glow and a gentle waft of cinnamon and vanilla caught the attention of my eyes and nose.

And there it was in all its glory. Painted all over with a vibrant yellow and a large golden waffle sculpture sticking out on the side, the Wafels and Dinges truck beckoned us over.

This is the only instance where you should definitely "go towards the light"

The hood of the truck. Mmm Mmm Mmm Tasty.

The Back of the Truck. Still tasty.

Dessert before dinner? Don’t mind if I do. In a New York minute, we fell in love with Wafels and Dinges.

The Backstory:

Thomas DeGeest, Founder of Wafels and Dinges, on far left. All rights and credit go to Laurie Wiegler from Toquemag.com

I managed to get in contact with Ellen from Wafels and Dinges to ask about the history of the company and to inquire about the owner.

His name: Thomas DeGeest. His occupation: Envoy of the Wafels. This native of Belgium broke away from a 12 year stint as a management consultant of IBM to pursue one of the biggest American dreams, owning a business. With sweat, determination, some elbow grease, and a dream,  DeGeest opened Wafels and Dinges in October of 2007.

But why waffles you may ask?

Like most kids in Belgium, I enjoy waffles as a snack growing up. In my travels across many states during my consulting days, I found it very hard to find a decent waffle here in my new home country. Places like IHOP and Waffle House just don’t cut it. I was also looking for a business that would have meaning. I enjoy bringing a happy moment to people’s days by providing them with an affordable indulgence. Waffles definitely do that.

Indeed they do! A tip of the hat and a wave of the monocle to you, Mr. DeGeest. Bravo for all your efforts in all that is golden and delectable.

Since then, the company has grown steadily adding a catering business and allowing their products to be sold in other stores. Ellen has informed me that they will be adding a second truck and perhaps a second cart to better serve the wafel-loving community.

And if you’re wondering what “Dinges” are, let me quote Ellen as the way she describes it: “Dinges is a Flemish word. It’s really slang for “Whatchamecallits.” Our toppings – strawberries, whipped cream, or our signature chocolate fudge – are all “dinges.” ”

The Location:

As I had mentioned before, we were introduced to Wafels and Dinges at the Christopher Street location in the Greenwich Village area. Most Saturday evenings to nights, the truck is at the same location. The 1 and 2 subway lines bring you right to the truck as you exit the station. I have not had the pleasure of strolling around Greenwich Village much, but there are many food experiences to be had. It’s a trendy, chic area of the city that I will definitely be looking into.

The Service:

As we oggled at the menu and our noses hoarded all the smells, a friendly voice interrupted our trance. As if we were his first customers, he flashed us a million dollar smile and asked if we had ever experienced the joy that was called “Spekuloos” (To be explained later…) He handed us samples of the glorious condiment and began giving us an enthusiastic rundown of the menu. I’m sure he has given this speech a million times and will be giving it a million times more but you would never be able to tell by his cordial and gregarious manner. From what I had experienced, all the wafelers at Wafels and Dinges are cheerful, attentive, and charmingly witty. Definitely a Grade A in my book!

The Food:

Yes... my pretties.. Excellent...

Waffles are actually an idea stemmed from wafers, like those used in religious ceremonies. The word “wafer” in English stems from the German and Anglo-Saxon root word: weben, also known as “to weave”. This refers to the pattern that one would usually see on wafers in those days. According to the Encyclopedia of Food and Culture, the word “wafer” also “…appears in medieval Frankish as wafel and later in medieval French as waufre, now written gaufre, with the diminutive gaufretteGaufre can also be a honeycomb and in that sense may refer to an ancient pattern imprinted on certain wafers.” (Encyclopedia of Food and Culture 2011).

Unlike the wafer, the more secularized waffle was made from eggs, cream, and other rich ingredients. “Where the wafer served as a metaphor for fasting and self-denial, the waffle became the Protestant symbol of festive luxury.” (Encyclopedia of Food and Culture 2011)

For more on the history of the waffle, click here.

They serve two main kinds of wafels at this lovely establishment, the Liège and the Brussels.

*Side note: Ellen informed me that each region of Belgium has their own style of waffles. What the Americans know as the “Belgian waffle” is actually  the “Brussels waffle”. *

The Brussels (Formerly known as Belgian) waffle is light and crispy. It’s so light and airy that putting a whole bunch of dinges on it may mask the flavor of the original waffle.

I prefer the Liège. It was the first waffle we tried on our first encounter with Wafels and Dinges. And let me say… B-E-A-UTIFUL. It’s so dense, soft, chewy, and that vanilla taste?? FUHGETTABOUTIT! Liège must be a beautiful city to lend its name to this heavenly treat.

Liège wafel with spekuloos, strawberries, and powdered sugar. Wow.

My friend's Liège wafel with spekuloos, strawberries, bananas, nutella, whipped cream.

That's right. They wrote it for me. Thanks to the wafelers on Christopher street!

Their topping range from mostly sweet with occasional appearances from the savories. They have dulce de leche, strawberries, bananas, nutella, vanilla ice cream, and real maple syrup to name a few. They are always coming up with new dinges ideas so be sure to check back! I believe they had a chili con carne wafel at one point during the week. Just. plain. Awesome.

Before I forget to mention it… TRY THE SPEKULOOS. There have only been two condiments in my life that made me jump up and scream, “Good LORD, how do I replace my blood with this?” And now that list just added a third member. It looks like peanut butter but has a smoother spread.  AND THE TASTE? A spread of cinnamon, slight graham crackery taste, and a taste that is purely divine all rolled into one. Ellen refers to it as “liquid Teddy Grahams” but I believe words fail at the sheer awesomeness that is Spekuloos.

“Spekuloos” actually originates from the Dutch word Speculaas, which is a sort of shortcrust biscuit that is generally served on St. Nicholas’ Eve in the Netherlands and Belgium. They are thin, crunchy, and traditionally have images of St. Nicholas’ Eve stamped onto the front. Spices used in the original speculaas cookie recipe consists of cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves,ginger, cardamom and white pepper.

I <3 Wafels and Dinges

Wafels and Dinges sell this glorious condiment online and on the truck. (I’m not quite sure if they sell them at the carts)

It took all the will power in the world to not break down and buy one. I knew that I would have finished it..,scooping the last dollop with my fingers by the time we rounded the corner.

But perhaps next time… I will not be so lucky…

I would definitely chock this down as a food win! Thank you, Wafels and Dinges, for bringing us Good … no GREAT things Belgian!

Until then, my lovely friends, Eat on <3

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Side Street// Some food for thought…

After a particularly grueling work week in an office adorned with germs, I have gone native. Yes, the germs welcomed me into their colony, gave me a funny headdress, set out a terrific array of symptoms (congestion, coughing, aching, etc.), asked me to join them in their dance of delirious dizziness, and are presently not letting me leave until I agree to take home a parting gift.

I can’t seem to decide…

My entire weekend was devoted to sleeping, watching re-runs and, astonishingly, quiet reflection.

I was reflecting on a particular instance that occurred a few days ago when I was explaining the word, “foodie”, to a Korean friend. I was unable to say the direct translation in Korean and, quite frankly, was finding it difficult to explain the exact definition in English. In the end, I simply explained to her that foodie was someone who has an avid interest in food and delights in the pursuit of it.

“Ah, you mean, gourmet?” asked my friend.

I shook my head. Gourmet. The word alone gives a proud, haughty impression. Like an aristocrat with a very large nose, in gaudy Rococo dress, who speaks only through his nose with a distinctive twang. And a monocle. Smug bastard. Out of the many en vogue definitions available on the web, I liked  the way Nibble presents it:  a gourmet is considered to be a person who enjoys sophisticated and the highest tastes in both food and wine. Whereas your average Joe foodie, enjoys all food of all calibers.

It is my opinion that many foodies mislabel themselves. They only eat at a certain caliber of restaurant. Their faces disdainfully regard anything that isn’t organically or locally grown by a farmer name Pablo in the South Andes. (I once knew a co-worker who only ate things with back stories.) They really ought to call themselves “food snobs”. Now I am not saying that it is not right to know where your food comes from or to know the history of a particular restaurant. Far from it. What I am saying is that many foodies have become so obsessed with the history, the name, the chef, the caliber etc… they sometimes disregard the FOOD.  Sure, the diner didn’t use fresh organic eggs and spinach grown in Spain but does that really diminish from the food when my spinach omelette tasted FANTASTIC?

I understand that there will always be foods that taste better than others and that no food experience can be isolated without comparison. But if it tastes great, why not eat it?

I feel it is imperative to give all food a chance, be it from a street cart at the corner of Canal Street and Mott or at Gramercy Tavern.

So raise your glasses and hold up your forks, backstrEATers. Enjoy all foods from every caliber and embrace each food experience!

Until then, EAT ON <3

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Side Street//HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOO 2011!

Ok. 16 days late… my job owns me…

I couldn’t have been happier to boot 2010 out the door and welcome 2011 with a cold drink and a great time. It’s amazing how a new year and this psychological “clean slate” can rejuvenate a person. I feel invigorated and confident. I can only hope that I continue this feeling of empowerment lasts to the end of this new year.

I can’t believe it’s been 6 months since I have started this blog. Like I have addressed in my very first entry, the average life expectancy of my blogs are roughly 1-2 months. (Ok. Livejournal was 1 year… but I really just like changing the little mood icons…) But backstrEATs has given me an outlet that I had never felt with my other blogs and that is why I continue to, albeit sporadically, update it with my adventures.

For those of you who continue reading my blog, I am most grateful. Thank you so much for your support and interest. For those of you who just stumbled upon my blog, I welcome you with open arms.

I hope that all of you are having a terrific start to the new year! May all your resolutions come true and may your days be filled with great food, great drink, and awesome revelry (Perhaps a goat or some odd barn animal in the mix as well.)

As I always say, lovely people…. EAT ON <3

P.S. New Year’s Resolution #4: Make Blog a weekly thing. By Jove! I will do it!

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