Bananas Foster

by Liz Heather in ,


Bananas Foster is a dessert made from bananas and vanilla ice cream, with a sauce made from butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, dark rum, and banana liqueur. The butter, sugar and bananas are cooked, and then alcohol is added and ignited. The bananas and sauce are then served over the ice cream. Preparation of the dish is often made into a tableside performance as a flambé.
— Wikipedia

This is my favourite dessert. Okay, my favourite dessert so far. If I ever come into a lot of money and chefs are lavishing my ignorant little eyes with baked Alaskas and souffles, then maybe we'll have a different story. But for now? Bananas Foster me away, baby. 

I think I might love the dish especially because they're so hard to find. But I recently found one at Freeman's (a restaurant at the end of an alleyway in the Lower East Side) and it was heavenly. It was way too sweet to eat alone, so it's definitely perfect for sharing with a person. And that's coming from someone who rarely shares dessert (I mean, c'mon - it's 2015. A grown woman can handle a $10 dessert by herself). So if you've ever wanted to sample one of the greatest desserts out there, you now know where to find it. I do not apologize for not posting a photo of it because, well, it looks pretty unattractive. But that's not its fault. Most old-fashioned desserts have a tendency to look unappealing, I find.

(Speaking of food, I recently decided that my meal-before-execution dinner would totally consist of a steakhouse-quality Caesar salad, a steak Diane, and bananas foster -- all of which would be prepared tableside. Or cellside, whatever. How money would that be?)


The Chicken Pad Thai at Lovely Day in NYC

by Liz Heather in ,


This place has the absolute best thing I’ve eaten in my life thus far. This would be part of my death meal (you know, if you were being electrocuted and you needed to choose a last meal, your death meal, dummy!). 

I do not know why it tastes so perfect. I do not know if many would agree with me in this assessment (there have been some, for sure). If pad thai is ever a thing you order when you’re out, then this is a must-eat meal when you’re in New York City. 

Been eating this for eight years now. Ain’t gonna slow down neither. You can’t stop this guy. Can’t even if you tried.

(What else would be in my death meal, you ask? What a great question. Probably a poutine from New York Fries in Canada. Not really that special, but that dark gravy? C’mon, man.)