RecipeMuncher

It was a funny feeling walking down St Marks street on a Monday night, purse in one hand, gym bag in other. A street synonymous with Asian restaurants, tattoo parlors, and late night college binge drinking, I was there that night neither for alcohol nor Asian food. We passed all my favorite restaurants – Pho 32, Klong, Boka, Je’Bon, Kenka, Zen, and turned the corner to find a tiny Kosher deli tucked away on 2nd avenue next to Pomme Frites and a newly renovated falafel stand. I had (...)