We finally had a chance to eat at Wenwen, a few hours before flying to the midwest. The food was good, but it was also fun to eat.

We lucked into a table at Eyval, one of Brooklyn’s hottest Persian restaurants.

Venerated as a low-cal treat without the compromise of froyo, Tasti D-Lite couldn’t open locations fast enough. Then the venture capitalists promised a global empire.

We were hungry and walking down the street when we came upon this deli that looks like its straight out of a vintage Italian American magazine. We decided to try it, and it was great.

Let me begin by saying we were in the Flatiron district. I know, those words sound silly even as I type them out. Why would anyone be there of all places? My wife was at a coworking space and we were meeting my brother who was coming from the Upper West Side, and suddenly it seemed like the easy place to meet.