Alfie's
“my all-around food pick. from pop-up to brick and mortar, down an alley.”
order the charcoal hen, the peek gai tod, the khao soi, the mussels with ’nduja, the som tam pla ra
where to go, where to eat, and whether it earns the trip. every score is mine: my rubric, my money. no sponsored enthusiasm.
two taps: the occasion, the craving. it hands you the room, what to order, and the dash score, printed like the check.
“my all-around food pick. from pop-up to brick and mortar, down an alley.”
order the charcoal hen, the peek gai tod, the khao soi, the mussels with ’nduja, the som tam pla ra
“amazing as usual. one of my favourite dc spots.”
order dry-aged negi toro, scallops a la parmesana, acevichado, crab ají & old bay, salmon belly huacatay
“shoyu or bust. the chicken is enough to eat and have leftovers.”
order the shoyu ramen and the chicken karaage
“a bar called your only friend, and a gimlet made of celery.”
order the celery gimlet, and a sandwich from the window
“spicy, sweet, and unapologetic about both.”
order the caprese, day or night
“the best thing of my restaurant week.”
order the pastel de palmito and the bacalhau à milanesa, then let the doces come
thirty-four rooms in all. let the game pick one for you →
food, room and feeling, curated to an overall — and service counts. a kitchen can be excellent and the score still land in the middle if the room can’t keep pace.
new rooms, the plates, the takes, and the occasional confession. a new to taste essay every thursday.