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.

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!

New Ashiya
167 1st Ave (at 10th Street)
Time: All the time
Price: $30 unlimited sushi, sake and beer

I have found El Dorado. You may have heard legends of the all-you-can-eat-and-drink-sushi fountain of youth, and here it is: your treasure map on ITJS. For real. Boundless spicy tuna, shrimp tempura and dragon rolls flowing forth in golden streams of cold beer and hot sake springs. With an extensive sushi menu and the fixings for limitless sake-bombs, this is truly an oasis in a desert of over-priced/non-satisfying sushi venues populating the city. You have two hours, which is plenty of time to consume at least $200 of food and drinks. Expect at least three overzealous diners to vomit during your stay, so pace yourself! You might feel horrible after coming here; you might want to take a fork and dig out your own intestines, but in the best way possible, I assure you.

For a factory, maybe they should take a little tip from Henry T. Ford, and set up some assembly line action, because the service here is extremely slow. On the sign outside, Kebab Factory advertises a lunch special of unlimited kebab and curry for $6.95. But the reality is, if you want chicken you have to pay a dollar more. Misleading advertising: something that really grinds my gears. The chicken is tiny (maybe 1/3 the meat you’d expect on a kebab), but it is spicy and pretty tasty. The naan is standard, and served with four pretty good dipping sauces, my favorite had chick peas in it. Unfortunately, the service is horrendous. I continually asked for more naan and kebab, and they were extremely slow. They never offered to refill my water (rusty tasting tap water even, another thing that grinds the ol’ gears), and the server would disappear for ten minutes at a time. I finally had to go refill it myself from the server’s station. That being said, if you are really hungry for unlimited Indian food, and could are more patient than I am, don’t mind eating in a Murray Hill basement, and you bring your own bottle of water, this isn’t a bad place.