
The Yemen Cafe was worth our wait (we had great Turkish coffee and Arabic tea across the street first). Molten hot pots of beans and tomatoes simmering, the largest hunk of fresh baked bread (pictured above), a smear of babaghanoush and cup after cup of a dark black, sage and sweetened tea, yum.
Our adventure ended with pockets full of fresh pitas, pistachio halva, and some date cream with almonds. One shopkeeper told me to eat the halva with a banana (new to me), which I haven't gotten to try yet, but look forward to.
For now, the goods are on the table for some Turkish-like breakfast each day.
Next up: Arthur Avenue for Italian and Jackson Heights for Indian.
Sara may need to quit her day job and start leading tours!
1 comment:
Arthur Avenue is really neat, and is where I learned that many of the pizza places in NYC are owned and/or run by Albanians. Even on Arthur Avenue. -Jennifer M.
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