This past week was Easter Break at my school, so I’ve been home on the island. After visiting the city with my parents on Saturday, I joined my friend Astrid* (or as I like to call her, Asid) who invited me to dinner with her and a friend she knows at Columbia University.
After scoping out the East Village for an open table (note: it may be keen of you to make reservations if you’re eating out on a Saturday night in NYC), we finally snagged three bar stools at a narrow, bustling Thai food place called “Ngam”. The interior vibrated with that “cool” attitude so often associated with NYU’s neighborhood: a diverse crowd of students mixed with native New York men and women were squeezed into the long tables running down either side of the main aisle, and the exposed ceiling dripped at its center with light bulbs dangling at various lengths. Instead of blasting music over an ominous radio speaker, the walls bounced back noises of laughter and joyful conversation. In front of us, three or four chefs cooked away at an open kitchen, pounding out bean sprouts and searing sustainably sourced shrimp.
Yes: I said sustainably sourced shrimp!