The avocados here are expensive. This was my epiphany yesterday, when after 9 hours of principal training my colleagues and I went to a pub next door to relax and do some work. 11.00. 15.00. These are guacamole prices.
It was nearly 8.00 at the taqueria Kristen and I went to on Saturday in East Harlem.
I miss you California.
My days are filled with dining hall grits and student center curly fries and dorm room hot-pot tea.
But the dining halls are closed on the weekends, allowing me, along with new Fromagette Lindsay, to head to S'Mac.
I was fresh off the French airplane and ready for some skillet-cooked mac and cheese. Lindsay wastrying out the Greek version of the classic.
The fact it was about 85F and muggy did not deter us.
We waited in line. Stole a seat. Sat under a dripping air conditioner and nursed our hip sodas. We debated topics ranging from the best place to buy cheap earrings, the best sites to online date, the best versions of mac and cheese.
She favors 4 cheese. I was thrilled to dig into the classic.
It was as bubbly as Amy's frozen fresh out of the microwave with an incredible crisp crust reminiscent of 'fresh bread crumb' but actually a gluten-free one that gave so much crunch you were amazed you couldn't actually see it. I lamented my nosh (small) order and drank more root beer.
The best news? Unlike the guacamole, it put me back just under 6.00. Not too bad for New York.
I think I will get used to this place.