Eat like an Italian, Drink like a Spaniard
Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010Tre
173 Ludlow (Houston and Stanton)
Time: Monday 5-11
Price: Unlimited spaghetti and meatballs and sangria, $19
Spaghetti and sangria: two things that don’t really go together, like a Mac and Cheese burger. But that doesn’t stop it from being awesome! Right off the bat at this hip LES restaurant, they bring you a large glass of crisp, sweet sangria. And then out comes a hearty bowl of spaghetti and meatballs that would even make The Situation miss his mama. The pasta fills you up quickly; I was able to get down a bowl and a half before raising the white flag. I have no idea how many glasses of sangria were served to me, as the waiter came by and filled us up every time our glasses were half-full. We wined and dined for over two hours before the waiter cut us off, and believe me, that was plenty. This made me wonder, what other amazing things have yet to be combined? Guacamole and cheesecake? Tequila shots and lobster bisque? The world may never know…Tre also offers a Sunday-Thursday 3-course prix fixe and a bottomless mimosa brunch, blog for $19, so a ReBlog or two could definitely be in order.

(4 out of 5 hot dogs)
I’m a superfan of all-you-can-eat meal deals, as you can imagine. And Dakshin does not disappoint. With several different dishes: chicken, lamb, potatoes and veggies all with different sauces and curries, it’s yummy in da tummy. The quality is what one would expect with an Indian buffet, but the quantity is what’s important. Unlimited. And that goes for the naan and rice, and all the chutneys as well. You’ll eat so much that curry will be seeping through your pores for a week. You’ll eat so much it would make Ghandi blush. You’ll eat so much that strangers will come up and rub your Buddha belly for good luck. So hop on your elephant, and ride over to one of the three NYC locations! (P.S.- I’ve dined here several times, but never had my camera. So I popped in today and took a picture, causing quite a stir among the staff and the patrons. Oh, the life of the anonymous blogger!)
Or are you just happy to see me? This unassuming little French restaurant turns out to be what one would call a festival of sausages. A sausage fest if you will. And I will. It seems hardly a coincidence that its name directly translates to “Without Pants.” Although don’t take your pants off, or they will call in security (so I’ve heard.) Each table is presented with what can only be described as a ‘Tree of Sausages,’ which I attacked ferociously while Mim cheered me on (See: Left.) Along with the links, each table is bizarrely brought a basket of fresh produce (whole green peppers, tomatoes, cantaloupe, etc.), pâté and rolls, pickles and house dressing, for your engorging pleasure all before even getting to the main course. For my entrée, I munched the mussels in cream sauce (That’s what she said.) They were served in a heaping bowl, a portion that could only be described as ‘hugantic.’ For the desert I had the house crepe with ice cream and chocolate, which was pretty stellar. Be sure to slip the remaining sausages in your man-purse, up your sleeve, and in your pockets for a free breakfast the next day!
I have found El Dorado.