Harlem Hops (***)
2128 Fredrick Douglass Blvd, NY, NY
The hubby and I had a date night that involved a movie and a dinner. We decided to see “Aladdin” and have dinner (and drinks) at Harlem Hops. I guess we both were feeling a little fishy because we ordered fish-based dishes.
My dish – Brook Trout
Hubby’s dish – Grilled Salmon
Overall, the food was decent, but nothing amazing. I took a bit of a risk ordering the trout; mainly because you rarely see trout prepared in a non-fried manner. My trout was a bit dry, but the butter/lemon caper sauce kind of helped it out. The hubby really liked his salmon, and I’ll admit that his salmon was leaps and bounds better than my trout.
I do not know how I feel about coming back to this place; I usually give restaurants and bars a second chance. You know, the restaurant could have had an off night or I could have been in a cranky/bitchy/hatin’ mood.
Annoyances of the restaurant:
- The service was kind of struggle. The bartender spent A LOT of time chatting with two customers. I’m guessing that those customers were regulars at the bar. The bartender did redeem herself (slightly) but giving us a round of drinks once we finished.
- The restaurant was SUPER loud for it being elatively empty. I have to say there were about 15 folks inside the restaurant. Maybe it’s an effect of me getting up there in age, but I’ve noticed that the volume of many newer restaurants is extremely high. Perhaps, folks are using building materials that do not have great sound absorbing properties.
- I did not really understand the seating. We picked this place because it has outdoor seating. However, the hostess told us that she did not have any available seating BUUUUUUUT, there were a few empty tables outside.
Eh. Maybe I’ll only return just to grab drinks.
Oh, y’all like my movie treat?
Whenever I go to the movies, I always get a blueberry or cherry Icee and dump some booze (usually vodka or gin) in it.
Any fun plans for the weekend?
Yesterday, I accidentally fasted for 21 hours instead of my normal 16 hours, but I did not really notice until I left the office at 8:30 pm.
After work, I dropped by Cantina. This is the first restaurant the BF and I visited after moving into our apt.
Although I had not eaten for 21 hrs, I was not super hungry, I only wanted an adult beverage, to be perfectly honest. I decided to go with the nacho appetizer with chorizo (for an extra 3 bucks) and a frozen beverage. Overall, the nachos were a delicious gooey mess, and the amount of guacamole was quite generous. I was expecting a little, struggling side container of guac. I was a little disappointed that the cheese was a velveeta esque cheese because I was expecting REAL cheese from a Mexicanish restaurant.
How can you drink a frozen drink during a polar vortex? Ummmm, I’m not drinking it outside … duh.
At first, I was disappointed with the size of the beverage for the price of $14, but the Rum Punch definitely packed a punch (no pun).
I was bitching to the BF about the loudness of 90% of the restaurants/bars in this area of Harlem. He brought up a good point. The bars are super loud to keep talking to a minimum, making you drink more. That could be true. Yesterday’s visit to Cantina was an example of this logic. I really wanted to buy another drink but I was getting annoyed that the person sitting next to me couldn’t hear me. Oh well, I guess that I saved another $14. Hey, that is almost the cost of a pack of cigarettes in NYC. Since I’m approaching 40, I typically leave after one drink in loud ass restaurant/bars. An exception – when I’m at a club/lounge-type of place because I’m expecting it to be loud as hell. (Not so) quiet as it’s kept, I’m usually the loudest motherfucker in a place.
This week the BF and I decided to explore Harlem even though we have been living here for a little more than a year. Normally, I like checking out many different new places in an area and line up a few regular spots. But for some reason, I found my local watering bar within two weeks of moving to the neighborhood, and that’s my main go to. Unfortunately, the restaurant/bar will be undergoing “renovations” for the next couple of month. Many times, “renovations” mean the owner is striping the place so he/she can sell it. But we’ll see.
We decided on Ethiopian food and visited, Abyssinia Ethiopian Restaurant – 135th and Fredrick Douglas Blvd. I was very pleased with the food.
A nice platter for two.
Of course one cannot forget a nice (actually, I do not know if it was a nice bottle) of wine.
Yeah, we tore that shit up, and there was so much leftover food. This is the first time that my hunger was fully satisfied with Ethiopian food.
I’m a little mad with the server because I specifically asked her to pack the chicken bone in the doggie bag. I was going to make a stew. 😉
It has been a while since I’ve posted an FPOTW. For some reason, I just have not been able to get into my WordPress groove . . . much like my diet plan.
Tacuba Hell’s Kitchen ( *** )
The restaurant is a kind of bougie-style, slightly upscale Mexican joint. This was my second time visiting the restaurant. For my first visit, I really had to pee so I bought a margarita, which was delicious. Normally, if I have to use a business’ restroom, I will order an item . . . it’s just polite. This was my first time eating at Tacuba. Although the food was good, it was a bit pricey because I have eaten better Mexican food for half the price. In NYC, you pay for a restaurant’s rent, not for the food.
I was playing around the small ass tortillas. Then again, I do have large hands.
Some drink served in a pineapple
My roommate from grad school and I shared this $24 “adult” pineapple beverage. It seems as it was a $24 thing of pineapple juice. I believe that there are grilled pineapples in there somewhere . . . maybe that’s why it was so pricey.
All in all, it was an ooooook place that I would visit once in a blue moon. I would not mind getting happy hour drinks, then going someplace else for food. I tend to visit more hole in the wall type Mexican restaurants because the food is cheaper and you get more bang for your buck