Memories of New York

Where others collect memories of places they visit and people they meet, my travels net me images of food stalls and restaurants. Not surprisingly, New York to me means delis of Broadway and Times Square.

In that ubiquitous world of sandwiches and salads, some names stand out. One of them is Cosi, where the first sight to greet you is a massive wood fired oven. Every hour, several batches of crunchy bread emerge from this oven. Some of them go on to become sandwiches. If you are salad buyer though, you can pick a piece of warm bread (or two!) on your way out after picking the salad for lunch.

My oft-remembered favorite is the Cosi Signature Salad. It's a mixture of conflicting flavors; some sweet, some savory:

- Mixed Greens (I got iceberg lettuce)
- Pears
- Red Grapes (okay, mine are black)
- Gorgonzola Cheese
- Cranberries
- Pistachios

The dressing is a sherry shallot vinaigrette. You take equal parts sherry vinegar and olive oil, whisk until they emulsify and add 2 finely minced shallots, salt and pepper.

Cosi puts all ingredients in a bowl and tosses them with the dressing. I put everything on a skewer so if dip it in the dressing and gulp it down in one go, I get a burst of flavors that takes me back to New York.

Comments

Srivalli said…

I can relate that Simmi..even my travels usually are remembered by the food that I eat..:)

April 18, 2011 at 11:35 AM

notyet100 said…

;-)
too good,.

April 18, 2011 at 12:16 PM

lubnakarim06 said…

My memories also revolve around food mostly....love that simple and refreshing salad...

April 18, 2011 at 4:54 PM

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