Well hello there, fancy seeing you in this neck of the
woods. It’s been too long, bub! I regrettably admit that I am more than tardy
to this blogging party and have to apologize. Life, with all of its surprises
and shit storms, can get in the way from your food blogging responsibilities.
Sorry. In the time that has passed, I’ve been many places, seen many new sights
and eaten many a fantastic meal. 2012 has been an amazing year of travel,
personal growth and dope food, and I am very thankful for all the opportunities
that have presented themselves. I thought I’d attempt now to relive some of it
for you all today and in the days and weeks to follow, picking up just where we
left off. Reunited and it feels so good, doesn’t it?
So welcome intrepid eaters to another very long overdue installment
of Novice Fork goodness, served hot and fresh (like a toaster strudel). This time around I’ve traveled to a certain
Big Apple, the great white way, Gotham… that’s right eaters, good
ol’ NY of C! New York City, simply put,
is wonderful and continues to be my favorite city in the United States, and it
all about the food and culture, the pace and architecture that makes NY what it
is. On a recent trip I rediscovered why this place rocks my socks… lets take a
peek together, shall we? Obvi…
The Grey Dog
242 West 16th Street
New
York City
The
Novice Fork gives this neighborhood
spot
4 forks for charm, reliable food
and
friendly, unpretentious service.
Arriving early Friday morning for a long weekend in my
favorite US city, my first foodie stop was in the land called Chelsea and to The Grey Dog. Established as a coffee
house in 1996, this hole-in-the-wall
in the heart of Chelsea is a favorite of locals (I.E those who live on the same
block) and all New Yorkers thirsty for morning coffee, eggs benedict (or
rancheros) and rustic charm. I loved it here! Reclaimed wood tables, mason jars
for water glasses, amazing dessert and freshly prepared pastry selection, and
very friendly, laid back staff, this place reads more Brooklyn or even Portland
(Maine or Oregon) than fast paced and often expensive Manhattan.
But this is what makes The Grey Dog so appealing. The
atmosphere, dining room layout and even color on the walls add up to a warm,
cozy and familiar atmosphere that makes hangover eggs on Sunday morning so much
tastier. That Friday morning I noshed
on their “Ol’ fashioned omelette” with cheddar and mushrooms that was on the far
better side of standard. Their toast was thick-cut and delish. Home fries? Not
bad either. My cohort had the Breakfast Quesadilla, which was also delish. With
iced coffee and a slice of surprisingly good rhubarb pie later, I was ready for
the weekend ahead. And thanks to The
Grey Dog, that weekend included a few extra lbs… gee thanks.
