It’s been a busy busy past few weeks, with many visitors. Having guests in town means eating a LOT. We mostly spend our time getting one from one restaurant to the next. It’s also a great excuse to get to those restaurants I’ve been wanting to try out. Like Sylvia’s Restaurant in Harlem. I’ve been to its’ fancier (and slightly pretentious) neighbor, Red Rooster, which has an Ethiopian/Swedish flare on American comfort food, but wanted to try the simpler version. Even though I’m from the south, our dinner table never had collard greens, fried chicken, or okra.
Just perusing the menu, I wanted to try EVERYTHING. So, naturally, being me, I made sure our table covered all bases and ordered almost one of everything (two of some dishes).
Once the food arrived, our conversation was solely on what we were eating. I might not have seen these friends in months, but I did not give two cornbreads worth what they had been up to once that food was on the table.
This is what we sounded like:
Me: Holy %$@#^ $^%#@ #$*&% this is soooo good!
Friend 1: Yes, this is delicious.
Friend 2: Ugh, try this one, it’s amazing!
Friend 3: This is the best corn bread I’ve ever had.
Me: bltrjsisue gskjhgSeu (me trying to say how good something was with a mouthful).
Friend 4: %$# &^! &!%* @$% Foooooooooooddddd!!!!
(An hour later)
Friend 5: I think is the only meal I’ve ever had where all we did was talk about the food.
Friend 1, 2, 3, 4, 5: I could not possibly eat another bite.
Me (to waitress): We’ll take one of each dessert, please.
There were also two orders of Peach Cobbler that were eaten before I could get a picture.
I’m drooling all over the computer while writing this, that’s how delicious Sylvia’s is. I wasn’t even a fan of collard greens, salmon, or corn bread before coming here, now it’s all I can think about. I can’t wait until the next visitors so I’ll have a good excuse to binge on mac n cheese again.
I guess I could mention about something other than the food. It’s a no-fuss, down to earth place. Though constantly busy, the wait isn’t very long. Very southern hospitality in the middle of a ‘not always hospitable’ city. The chef walked around often and was more than happy to refill our drinks. And our waitress, Tweety, was as sweet as her name.
I can’t wait to go again for the Sunday Gospel Brunch.
Hallelujah – ZZ