Any night that ends with fried chicken has to be a good one.
I just walked in the door and, although I'll likely be paying for it in the a.m., I have to say it was worth it.
My friend has been obsessing over BonChon Chicken for what seems like a couple years. For some reason or another, we never got around to eating it together—until tonight. It all started with a good bottle of Chilean white wine and moved on to a variety by Trader Joe's own Charles Shaw. (Sorry wine snobs, but there's nothing wrong with a little 2 Buck Chuck.)
Before my friends and I knew it, we were ordering a bucket of Korean fried chicken from BonChon's Financial District outpost. Even after all the fried food this week, it was extremely difficult (and maybe impossible) to pass up the double-fried legs and wings.
I have to say that eating amazing, cheap food while hanging with your buddies on a rooftop late night (with a perfect view of the Chrysler Building and Brooklyn Bridge, nonetheless) is one of those quintessential New York moments. I love this city.
The get-together was a nice distraction after Fish Lesson No. 2. Today we filleted flat fish (flounder, to be exact), which proved to be a bit easier than the previous lesson's round fish butchering. Either way, it would be nice to know how much money you're actually saving by doing it yourself versus having a fishmonger provide you with the prepared cuts.
I think I'll pay a little extra for the labor.
My new partner and I made it through the lesson unscathed. Let me add that she rocked it today, even with her one-gloved, bandaged hand. (Please read the previous post if you want to find out what happened to her.)
Tomorrow is shellfish day, otherwise I would say: Give me back that filet-o-fish, give me that fish.
