05/07/13 2:00pm
Schools Chancellor Dennis Walcott and student Arianna Francisco have a vegetarian meal together on Tuesday at PS 244. Photo credit: NY Daily News.

Schools Chancellor Dennis Walcott and student Arianna Francisco enjoy a vegetarian lunch at PS 244. Photo credit: Kendall Rodriguez.

The United States might be the country with the highest number of obese people, and especially children are increasingly concerned, but it is definitely also the country with the most innovative ideas to resolve that problem. Healthy nutrition has been a priority for the Obama government. More locally, Mayor Michael Bloomberg is known as a fervent supporter of more or less aggressive health policies, his latest controversial decision being the ban of soda drinks. So it is almost no surprise that this week the first all vegetarian school lunches have been introduced in the U.S., more precisely at PS 244 in Flushing, Queens.

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05/06/13 3:00pm

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Traditional Xinjiang Barbecue is the original and most popular of five Xinjiang BBQ carts in Flushing. The location on the corner of 41st and Kissena is prime too. Protip: within 100 feet: $40 RX eyeglass lenses, massive library, Kung Fu bubble tea, last remaining Irish pub.

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Don’t be scared. All those who operate these BBQ carts in the area wear those spooky nameless-killer-from-late ’80s-Japanese-low-budget-torture-film doctor masks. What do you want from them? They’re standing over charcoal all day. Real charcoal.

Unlike a typical food cart griddle, which would sear everything into a single compressed layer, the hardwood charcoal doesn’t come in direct contact with the meat, so it’s slower cooking. The smoke brings the juices out and some drips onto the coals creating a second smoke specific to the meat, which really seals over the spice mix (which we’ll talk about in a moment) without really forcing it.  (more…)

02/18/13 10:47am

“I see John Liu!” announced a kindergarten aged boy to his mother as the Chinese-American New York City Comptroller, and Flushing native, walked by with a small entourage carrying signs of his smiling face. “Happy New Year!” shouted out Mr. Liu as he waved to the crowd. “Happy New Year!” they all shouted back. He was quickly drowned out by the low collective drumming of the local chapter of the Self Help Innovative Senior Center who were on his heels. There was no time for dawdling. This was the Lunar New Year parade in Flushing’s Chinatown. And everyone wanted a piece of the moon pie. (more…)

01/20/13 9:09pm

Up until recently, I was wrong about some things. As far as Asian food was concerned, I always believed my world ended in Flushing. You could certainly travel east of there, but you’d find nothing but oceans – first, a traditionally liquid one; then, an ocean comprised entirely of European food. To my knowledge (or lack thereof), you’d have to travel as far as Kashgar before you found the next great Asian restaurant. But then we discovered  Mapo BBQ.

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You could take the 7 train as far as it goes without ever reaching Queens’ Murray Hill. Far beyond Flushing, past dozens of nondescript apartment complexes and a handful of residential dentists, lies this tiny neighborhood where our real journey begins. Looking more like a suburb of Pittsburgh than a borough town, Murray Hill is strikingly quiet and empty, even on a Sunday afternoon.

We took the rare LIRR ride to try what many call a legendary BBQ experience. Mapo, like most restaurants we love, is nothing special in terms of location, decor, or atmosphere. The beauty, of course, is found in what can be eaten. We huddled through a small doorway and were met by a single family enjoying lunch together. There were almost a dozen of them, and ten times as many plates spread across their tables. This was the place.

Mapo_BBQ_Queens_FamilyTried to be discrete. Was not discrete.

My favorite culinary experiences are exactly that – experiences. While most restaurants offer a standard, rushed itinerary, spots like Mapo treat you like family on Thanksgiving. It’s intimate and exhausting, and can easily turn into an all day affair if you’re not looking. Shortly after being seated, one server explained the menu while another prepared the charcoal. We knew we were here for ribs, and ribs we ordered: 2 orders of Kalbi Beef and 2 orders of BBQ Pork ended up being more than enough for five of us.

Mapo_BBQ_Queens_CharcoalThe charcoal is prepared.

While we waited for the meat to arrive and the charcoal to warm, our servers brought out the “Banchan,” an endless array of carefully prepared vegetables, sauces, and sides. From kimchi and barbecued onions to grilled corn and spicy tofu soup, the selections were as eclectic as you’ll find in New York. I’m not exaggerating when I recall that we may have had three to four hundred thousand plates on our table. It was heroically overwhelming.

Mapo_BBQ_Queens_GroupThe “Banchan.” This was just the beginning.

 After grilling our meat for us right in the center of the table, it was time to begin our long awaited experimentations. Using massive pieces of lettuce as our canvas, we got to work. At Mapo and other Korean BBQ places like it, there are endless combinations to try. On one piece, you might pile up Kalbi beef, kimchi, tofu, and the spicy house sauce; on another, you might try BBQ pork, cucumbers, jalapeños, onions, and crab. One thing’s for certain, though – whatever you try will be impossibly delicious.

Mapo_BBQ_Queens_ServerGetting intimate with our server.

The complexity of the flavor combinations found here is currently unmatched, at least in my own personal history. Everything is seasoned to perfection, and there is truly something for everyone. Two hours later, after having tried dozens of things for the first time, our journey was coming to an end. Leaving the restaurant felt very much like coming back from a spirit-awakening adventure halfway across the world. There was suddenly so much to say; so much energy; so many realizations about the world that you didn’t see clearly before. And all of it just 30 minutes from Penn Station.

Mapo_BBQ_Queens_MeatCU, meat.

It’s safe to say that this is the most inspired I have been to share in a long time. Though it’s certainly out of the way, and though it may take a whole lot of convincing to get a group out to Murray Hill, I implore you to try Mapo BBQ. It offers one of the few culinary experiences in the city that can take you far, far away from New York. You will likely spend $30-$35 a person here, but trust me – this is a meal you can’t get in Manhattan for two to three times the price. Go. Go now.

Mapo_BBQ_Queens_CreationOne of our many creations.

Mapo Korean BBQ   [Map]
41st Ave and 149th Place
Murray Hill, NY 11355
718.886.8292

Afterword:  Thanks to Connor for the recommendation!  

08/29/12 9:34am

Untapped New York’s subway-art series  ends with an appropriate grand finale: an exploration of the Arts for Transit installations in the heart of the city, following the 7 train, which cuts through the center of Manhattan and extend to the reaches of the most diverse neighborhood in the nation.

Way out in Queens, at the Flushing — Main Street station, Ik-Joong Kang referenced the neighborhood’s diversity and vivacity with Happy World (1999). The over 2,000 ceramic tiles at the eastern entrance to the trains are based on canvas works that Kang created as a way to capture the scenes of life he encountered on the subway. The tiles are not illustrations but symbols and signs, creating a pictorial language out of idiosyncratic snapshots, some universal, some “Only in New York.”

Ik-Joong Kant, Happy World, 1999.

Several stops southwest at Woodside — 61st Street, I found Dimitri Gerakaris’s Woodside Continuum (1999). Here the artist shaped the metal bars of the “control area” to reflect the Woodside neighborhood and its historic relationship with public transportation, creating sightlines that reach from the viewer to the station to the community around it.

Dimitri Gerakaris, Woodside Continuum, 1999.

Dimitri Gerakaris, Woodside Continuum, 1999.

Along the “home stretch,” as it were, lie three major New York subway stations, including 42nd Street – Grand Central. Although the terminal above is one of the most photographed and iconic sites in NYC, there is art underground, as well. Dan Sinclair created two assemblages called Fast Track and Speedwheels (1990), emphasizing the hustle and bustle of this transportation center as well as the mechanics of the trains. The shapes are familiar””futuristic yet retro, a combination of art deco and steam punk””and mimic the grinding gears only yards away that keep this city’s 8 million people moving.

Dan Sinclair, Fast Track and Speedwheels, 1990.

Dan Sinclair, Fast Track and Speedwheels, 1990.

Just a few avenues over, 42nd Street — Bryant Park is home to one of the most beloved Arts for Transit installations, based on this author’s scientifically rigorous inspection of Tumblr photographs. Samm Kunce’s Under Bryant Park (2002) is an expanded mosaic that, as one of the system’s largest works, escorts commuters on their transfer between the 7 and the B/D/F/M lines. The walls are patterned to mimic the underground of the city: pipes, roots, dirt. Woven throughout are quotes from Carl Jung, Mother Goose, James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, and Ovid.

Samm Kunce, Under Bryant Park, 2002.

Samm Kunce, Under Bryant Park, 2002.

Then, the station residents love to hate: Times Square — 42nd Street. This station is filled with artwork: pieces by five artists, more than any other station. Tucked away by the 41st Street exit is Jack Beal’s The Return of Spring / The Onset of Winter (2001/2005). The artist has said that the mural is a modern take on the classical myth of Persephone, who had to live part of every year underground with her abductor/husband, Pluto/Hades. Her mother Demeter, goddess of the harvest spent those months in despair and seclusion, affecting the agricultural seasons. That context makes the mosaics richer; initially, I had just been tickled by the unusually interested facial expressions of the New Yorkers as they watched the film shoot, since I’ve only witnessed a range of emotions along the tight spectrum from “Annoyed” to “Livid.”

Jack Beal, The Return of Spring / The Onset of Winter, 2001/2005.

Another figurative mosaic in the station is New York in Transit (2001) by Jacob Lawrence. The twentieth-century African American painter’s style is instantly recognizable: the flattened, graphic shapes; the vivid, fully-saturated colors; the layered yet shallow representation of space. The artist’s last public work, the mosaic represents the similarly layered life of the city””its simultaneity and convergence with gestures and overlap and noise.

Jacob Lawrence, New York in Transit, 2001.

Not very far away is another famous twentieth-century painter’s contribution: Times Square Mural (2002, collage 1990) by Roy Lichtenstein. With one of the most recognized (and replicated, and parodied) art vocabularies in the world, Lichtenstein is considered a standard of art history, specifically of American and Pop art. For Times Square station he conceived of a celebratory collage featuring images of subway tiles, cityscapes, and a futuristic train. In the city’s most famous space he motioned to its specificity, with a giant “42” in the style of subway mosaic design, and its collective urbanity, with a vision of the future city.

Roy Lichtenstein, Times Square Mural, 2002 (collage 1990).

I’ve never been sure why Jane Dickson’s The Revelers (2008) is one of my favorite pieces, but ever since I had to take a weekly bus from Port Authority Bus Terminal and walked the hallways from 42nd Street subways to PABT, I’ve enjoyed it. The work isn’t groundbreaking””it consists of multiple mosaic figures, meant to represent New Year’s Eve revelry. And Times Square on New Year’s Eve is one New York tradition I intend never to experience. I think it’s the scale of the figures””who dance and hug at roughly a rushing commuter’s size””and their spaced out placement that make them so delightful to me: playful and unexpected.

Jane Dickson, The Revelers, 2008.

But also, it’s what New Year’s Eve means to this city. It’s is only one day a year, but it’s important enough for us to acknowledge the other 364 days in public and in stone. And why do we have such a celebration over the passage of time? Waxing a little sentimental, I think it’s because New York never grows tired of looking forward. Every time a new year begins we invite people from all over the world to a big party””we kiss, we drink, we dance in celebration of the clock moving forward. I don’t ever want to go to that particular party, for the reasons most people who live here gripe about, but I’m not going to pretend that I don’t love living in the city that throws it.

Jane Dickson, The Revelers, 2008.

Get in touch with the author at @kaygegay

08/17/12 12:10pm

Last Saturday, we ventured out of Manhattan to Spa Castle in Queens, an over-the-top mega spa complex right in our city. It was an adventure just to get there to say the least. We rode the 7 train to Flushing-Main Street, then walked a few blocks to a shuttle van that picks up along the Flushing Municipal Parking Lot on 39th Avenue, that took us on a 10 minute drive to the spa. It’s probably safe to say that there isn’t anything like Spa Castle in the city:  4 floors of baths, a sauna “Valley,” massages, relaxing rooms, pools, hot tubs and massages. Even the architecture–a blend of faux Greco-Roman details plastered on top of suburban concrete facades–was bold in its falseness. An all day pass costs $35 on weekdays and $45 on weekends.

Spa Castle isn’t really “untapped” though,  it was crowded for a warm Saturday afternoon.  But crowded means people watching, and people watching is my favorite hobby (after drawing, napping and eating cheese). Please meet some of the characters we came across:

This little girl was adorable. She had such a great time with her mom and dad. Every time her mom would push her by the water jets she’d squeal on top of her lungs. It was hard not to smile.

On the other hand, this older man was super creepy. We ended up in the Japanese wooden hot tub with him at one point. He was almost laying down with three girls tending to his every need. But he kept catching my eye and smiling with a big creepy toothy grin. I shudder just thinking about it.

Guido light came with 2 friends. I call him Guido light because although he had a blow out, gold chain and big sunglasses,  he was missing muscles and a tan.

This staring guy was also a character. He just walked around slowly while drinking his drink, sometimes stopping and just staring at someone for a few minutes. No one was off limits, he even spent time looking in the kiddie pool area. He clearly didn’t come with kids.

I could draw a whole column about the tattoos we saw that day. If I brought my sketch book and didn’t care about looking creepy this would be a totally different column.

Spa Castle is located at 131-10 11th Avenue  College Point, NY 11356 [Map]

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