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Bedford Cheese Shop

21 Jul

Part Parisian fromagerie and part hipster hang-out, Bedford Cheese Shop is the ultimate cravings-buster for dedicated Brooklyn turophiles, and a tear-jerker to boot…  It’ll have you weeping with gratitude — all over the French pastilles and black, Venezualan chocolate.

Nestled nookily on the corner of North 4th Street, Bedford Cheese Shop is a treasure trove of imported and local hand-made gourmet treats, housing a rather breathtaking bevy of high-grade international cheeses.

Pastel pink packets of caramels, glass bottles of proper English worcestshire, and boxes of crisp German spice cookies line the shop’s walls.  Faded floorboards creak amicably if one kneels to search for Vegimite.* Scores of crusty fresh baguettes poke their heads out of wooden market boxes, and the whole shop is fragrant with Spanish chorizo and smoky saucisson.

The staff are old-fashioned cheese people who not only know their Morbier from their Gruyere (duh) but also know the best things to pop under, smoosh on top or wrap around each cheesey wonder.  Best news: this fromagerie is all about the sampling! But rumour has it you SHOULDN’T bring, and then open, a bottle of wine while you’re doing that.

Let’s cut to the chase. Here’s what’s delicious: their dense Hoch Ybrig.  Their creamy Clochette. Their zesty, sheepy Crozier.  Their pickle selection.  Their hoodies.

If you like your dairy digital, you can even browse their cheese portfolio ONLINE. You should. And someone should also snap up that Chris. His words are as tasty as his Chabichou.

* Calm down, they’re out of stock til next month.

Featured image from Paper and String, last image from Raymond Adams.



19 Jul
Don’t you wish you’d thought of this?  The Dutch guys behind ixxi are veritable graphic design MAGICIANS.  They have the secret technology to transform a photo, design, or digital image into a giant art feature for your trendy, Scando-inspired apartment.
Pixels become individual coloured squares of high-grade synthetic matte paper, which you can then arrange and hang as you please.  So swish.  So Dutch.
Co-captain ixxi himself*, Roel Vaessen, was even cool enough to answer some ixxi and food-related questions.  See?

What did you have for breakfast?

Yoghurt and strawberries. And fresh orange juice. There is plenty to do today!

How did the idea for ixxi come about?
Ixxi grew out of the project ‘The Brabant House’. This project consists out of around 20.000 postcards. We found out that there was no system to connect postcards. The system got fantastic reviews (we were nominated for the Dutch Design Awards) so we decided to develop the system to a consumer product. ixxi was born a year later.

What was the biggest challenge in setting ixxi up?
To make choices. You can do so much with a small cross. One thousand ideas come up, but you cannot develop all of them at once.
What has been your favourite ixxi project so far?

The Brabant House, the start of ixxi.

Ultimate Christmas in July gift?
An ixxi of course!
Eggs, bacon, chips or cheese?**
Eggs and bacon in the morning (only on the weekend), chips, cheese and wine in the evening!
All images from ixxi.
* Disappointingly, not actually a pixie.
** Does anyone else remember playing this?

Barcibo Enoteca

8 Jul

You kind of (really) want to be on a date here.   You want to be that woman in the LBD – even more glamorous in the dim lighting – leaning towards her handsome beau across a marble-topped table, sipping a glass of regional something.

Or you want to be the Italian woman at the table next to us, happy solo, nibbling on some crispy bruschetta post-theatre. (How how the hell does she pull that off?)

Or, more likely, you want to be with your favourite eating friends, wallets feeling portly and appetites crescendoing.  Fingers crossed they live in the Upper West Side though because Barcibo Enoteca is a decidedly Neighbourhood Establishment, and I think we’ve established that you want to belong here.

Barcibo is all small plates and wine list, and also happens to be one of the best-looking wine bars north of 14th street.  Alfresco patrons are sheltered by topiary box hedges that keep Broadway’s hustle and bustle at a sophisticated distance, while inside candle light and neutral tones work wonders on the parties of twos and threes sharing platters of Italian cured meats and cheeses.

Following in the footsteps of its big sister, the nearby Bin 71, Barcibo offers a whopping 40 different Italian wines by the glass. Feel like something subtle from Apuglia? Sure thing. An unusual red from Sardinia? Nessun problema, bella. Or if you’re feeling all enoteca-shmeca, just order a craft beer already.

For the peckish there’s the aforementioned salami, perhaps a codfish crostini, marinated calamari salad or even a crunchy panini. Or go all out with something bigger, like the sweet sausage and artichoke risotto.

Dateful or not, you’ll be totally loved up after a Sicilian pistachio gelato or good old-fashioned raw tiramisu.  And no matter how the night pans out, there’ll always be Barcino’s excellent selection of artisanal bourbons just waiting to help you drown your sorrows.  Or, more likely, toast your new flame.

All images from Barcibo Enoteca

The Dutch

6 Jul

We love things that are Dutch, right?  Tiny pancakes.  Hagelslag.   Re-using mustard jars for drinking glasses.  (Ok maybe not that one so much.)

So it follows: we love The Dutch.

Part trendoid bar, part almost-fancy restaurant, The Dutch is in the heart of Soho and blasts with flirty, shouty, 3o-somethings in shiny shoes. If you can elbow your way past the loved-up beautiful people and make it to the bar, slick bartenders will mix you up something wondrous — like a snarky New York Sour, a fresh, chartreusey  Sullivan Street Fix-Up, or a simple and elegant gin and tonic — heavy on the Tanqueray.

If you REALLY want to fit in here though, get your puppy dog eyes on… Because I’m pretty sure every Dutchman has a crush on the restaurant’s chef, Andrew Carmellini. Really.  And I’ll tell you why.

He’s no Damien Walters, but the man has skills. He is the creator of The Dutch’s sloppy duck, the champagne seafood ceviche, the creamy eggplant dip that will bring tears to your eyes — as well as something mysterious called Asian Whiteboy Ribs. The creator of a crumbly corn bread to nibble on with your drinks.  Of the sweetest rabbit potpie and house-made fries taste like they are HEALTHY.  The guy even foraged for the first melon of the season!

If you don’t lust over the chef or his late night menu, maybe it’ll be the selection of American whiskeys? The smooth, oak-lined bar?  The leafy view out of the wide open windows?  Less so the wait staff, who are either a touch snooty or just playing hard to get.

You might have missed Koningnnedag this year, but The Dutch is worth celebrating any day.

Images from The Dutch and New York Times (Evan Sung)

Birreria Eataly

4 Jul

Birreria isn’t a particularly easy word to say – especially if you have a few said birra under your belt and a mouthful of formaggio.  But foreign tongue-twisters are the last thing to get in the way of this city’s boutique-beerophiles.  Drop in the words ‘rooftop’ and ‘artisanal sausage’ and the throngs of people waiting at the elevator hidden at the back of Eataly suddenly make sense.

New York’s newest rooftop beer garden is all bright red metal chairs and not-too-long wooden tables under an enormous retractable roof. (That’s to ensure perfect drinking conditions in every season. I know, I love them too.) Copper tanks gleam at the garden’s entrance, brewing the masterpiece unfiltered ales created by birra afficionados Sam Calagione (of Dogfish Head Brewery), Italian experts Teo Musso and Leonardo Di Vincenzo, and house brewmaster Brook Carretta.

One thing’s for sure here: it’s beer first, food second — so the menu has been designed with liquid amber firmly in mind. And what goes better with a perky craft ale than a chunky sausage, a braised pork shoulder or a hefty cheese board? Exactly. Nothing.

A word of warning: the all-important elevators to get you up there aren’t easy to find.  One might get lost in the labyrinthine deli, disoriented by pyramids of imported Italian biscotti, distracted by gleaming plates of fresh oysters, or lured into having a glass of merlot at an open marble bar.

The trick is to ignore Eataly’s culinary red-herrings, outsmart your stomach. Your reward? A merry courtyard filled to bursting with over-excited barflies sipping house-brewed ales.

With practice, it might get easier to SAY ‘Birreria’ — but it’ll always be hard to leave it.

Images from Hoptopia, Eater NY and DNA Info