Albany John and I made it back to my car in time to not get a ticket. Woo woo! My sister was already waiting for me because
I got us lost on a few wrong trains because the 7 train wasn’t running between Queens and Manhattan my sister is very timely like that.
One place I’ve been jonesing to visit was Engeline’s a Filipino bakery and restaurant located reaaaally close by at 5828 Roosevelt Ave. It’s closer to the 61st Street exit on the 7 line, but the 52 nd street exit is really close too, just walk the other way. I walked us down to Queens Blvd and then we realized it was the wrong direction.
This puppy is like 65-70% pure fried bones, fat ,and skin, but there are some meaty bits as well. Seeing as how I would eat chicharrones 24/7 if given the option, the Crispy Pata really appealed to me. I think they must have boiled or steamed it to prep-cook it, and then fried it to order. The meat was very tender, and the skin was piping hot and crackling.
It was Sistah’s birthday (not to be confused with my Sister, who was catching a ride back), and she loves Filip food, so I picked her up some cute purple sponge cake rolls they had up front. She said they were totally awesome.
I’ve got to go back to try… everything else. Their menu was very affordable and everything looked really good. Did I mention my deep fried pork knuckle was delicious?
After I got the goodies from Engeline’s I hightailed it through Queens and Manhattan up to Orange County. I almost got hit a few times, but having some pork knuckle bits in my mouth was really comforting – like a meaty pacifier. I know I’ll be hard pressed to travel out of Woodside without it the next time I’m leaving.
I managed to make it to Nina just in time to celebrate Sistah’s birthday.
Sistah ordered the San Remo Salad ($9.95) which came with grilled chicken, roasted red peppers, artichoke hearts, prosciutto, and fresh mozzarella. She ended up taking some of it home because she is super skinny like that.
The shoestring fries were okay, but mostly limp and greasy. I’d have preferred them crisper.
We kicked it with Sistah at her place for a while, but eventually had to muck on back to Albany. Le Sigh.
My Sister & I both love grocery stores. I wanted to go to Shop Rite… it was only a little detour, but I didn’t want to add to the drive time if no one else wanted to go, so I left it up to Sister.
Thank Blippy we’re related, because she said “GO”.
So I maybe went over my food budget goal for the month, but I don’t care because Shop Rite is freaking awesome and I got wild caught salmon for $4.99 per pound and the best pickles I’ve ever eaten.
Sometimes I just get wrapped up in the holiday “oh, what the hey” momentum when I go down state. It’s not always a bad thing.