Not that I’ve eaten an extensive array of brains, but of the few I’ve had, I have to give it up to Animal. Not only were they so good that I could’ve cared less about the fact that I was eating a calf’s cerebral matter, they were so good that I would happily order them again. I know it sounds like Fear Factor type shit to some, and zombie food to others, but I swear it was so good it’s mental. Okay, puns aside, if Green Eggs and Ham taught you anything, you owe it to yourself to branch out and try these sweet, apricot-glazed morsels of magnificence. You will be a better person because of it.
The South has nothing on this bird (pictured). Prepared in such a way that seems more derivative of fish and chips, the chicken winds up coming out like a juicy, poultry breaded bag of bliss. The other thing that winds up happening is you make everyone else at the table jealous they didn’t order the chicken.
Maharlika – New York, NY
Prior to Maharlika I really didn’t get the whole chicken and waffles thing. And yes, I tried it, so don’t get all Green Eggs and Ham on me. And what’s weird about it is that I love both dishes independently, just not together. Well, maybe that’s because no one else was doing it right. So leave it to a Filipino restaurant to show me how Southern cooking is supposed to be. Go figure. Gotta love New York though. So what’s so great about ‘em? I’m not entirely sure to be honest. I mean the fact that the waffles are purple is aesthetically unique, but I doubt that’s the reason. Moistness is, however a huge part of it. The waffle wasn’t dry, which is my usual gripe with this dish. The other plus was sweetness, again, a miss with so many other posers. I mean on a philosophical level, isn’t the purpose of this dish the contrast of savory and sweet? Well, Maharlika gets it. And now so do I.