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I had these razor clams a few months back at Recette in the West Village (the old Jarnac spot). They were deep fried and served with a sweet and sour dipping sauce. Like really fancy clam strips.

Meatballs - Polpette

Polpette, fist-sized meatballs, make a delicious Saturday lunch. At Donna Teresa in Naples, they are fried in a pan of oil and served with contorni (vegetable side dishes), but at my house, they were cooked in tomato sauce and served over (more…)

Black salsify, goatsbeard, scorzanera, and oyster plant are just a few names for a root vegetable I have been seeing a lot of in London’s produce markets. It is essentially a fibrous weed with a black peel that grows wild throughout Europe and (more…)


Photo by Katie Jane Parker.

In spite of blizzard conditions in NYC and just about everywhere else on the Eastern Seaborad, Chefs Maryann Terillo (formerly of Jarnac) and Elisa Sarno (formerly of Babbo) will innaugurate their Bistro de la Gare at 626 Hudson Street (more…)

What do you get when you mix procrastination and an iPhoto library with 150,000 photos in it? A new category on Parla Food: Daily Food Photo. Each day I will post a photo of a culinary creation I have seen, eaten, (more…)

When I was in third grade, I made my mom a cookbook. I was in Mrs. Calderazzo and Mrs. Carnevale’s team and for Mother’s Day 1988, each of us brought in a recipe which we copied onto wide ruled paper and illustrated bizarrely. (more…)

This past weekend, after a very pricey and barely filling (but incredibly delicious) meal at the brand new Le Recette in the West Village, I visited the Fatty Crab for dessert. Mind you, this is after eating a deconstructed s’more at Le Recette. (more…)

I have had an endorphin rush brought on by eating very spicy food before. I have tasted foods so hot that it has taken me days to recover from eating them. But I have never encountered anything with spice so intense, so profound, that (more…)

On Friday I wrote about the disappointing salad I ate at Hearth in NYC. That post focused on what was bad about my meal, overlooking what was great about it (sometimes it takes the words of a childhood friend and an emoticon (more…)

Last night dinner plans in NYC went a bit haywire, so to stave off the hunger, Mamma Parla and I swung by Chelsea Market to grab a few snacks to prepare at a friend’s place while we regrouped. Our choices were a tribute to southern Italy (more…)

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