Saturday, May 28, 2022

My Morning Coffee - DBZ

 




My Morning Coffee



I've said it before, and I'll say it again, "there's nothing quite like my morning coffee. Yes, I know, it's not just me, it's you and the many millions of Americans and people all around the World who just can't get their day started without a good Cup of Joe, Cappuccino, Espresso, or whatever way you drink it, "It's Coffee," and we all love it dearly, you, me, your grandmother, everybody.

I got up, and made my breakfast, and my daily morning cup of tea, not not coffee at first. I'm a bit different, I love going out for my coffee, to a nice cafe, and I very rarely drink coffee in my house. I have it at the cafe, and that makes it all the more special to me. Yes , I get up, have breakfast with a cup of tea, I shower, get dressed, then I'm out, on my way to my favorite cafe. "Get my Coffee."

Like just about any other day, I walked into the cafe, and felt so good immediately. They have nice people working there, and yes, they have coffee, and I'm going to get one. I can already smell it brewing. It smell so good, it's coffee. 

I great the nice young lady behind the counter, "Good Morning," she smiles and says good moring back. "What can I get you she says." 

"A coffee with milk, please," I reply. The girl gets me my coffee, I bid her a nice day, and she reciprocates, and I have my coffee in hand. Yes I feel good. Does it sound crazy? I think not? Besides the fact that I love the taste and how my morning cup of coffee makes me feel, I love that just for about $4, I can go to the cafe, get a nice cup of coffee or two (refills), sit down at a table, in a nice pleasant atomosphere, liten to sofe music (hopefully), do wome writing, sip my coffee, and relax. There's nothing better. I really do love it. It gives me such great pleasure, and I think that's about all I have to say right now.

"Drink your Coffee, and have a wonderful day."




Daniel




May 27, 2022

Daniel Bellino Zwicke

NYC







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Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Dinner at BAR PITTI - NYC

 


Dinner with Family

BAR PITTI

NEW YORK


With Cousins Joe, Eddie, and Tommy, and friends Tarik and Michele, at our favorite Italian Restaurant in New York, Bar Pitti (20220). Great meal. Giovanni gave us two bottles of Solaia on the house. A personal gift from Gio to cousins Joe and Eddie. Thanks Gio, quite tasty. We had a great meal, antipasti, pasta and our main courses. Good times with friends and family, sharing a meal at the table, can't be beat.





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NEW YORK





LUNCH at BAR PITTI

2008

Me Cousin Joe and Helmut Gingel





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NEW YORK

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Friday, April 22, 2022

Salerno Style PIZZA in NewYork

 




PIZZA






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NEW YORK


"CRUNCHIER Than NEAPOLITAN"





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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

Walkers is Cool Old School NYC

 



WALKER'S

NORTH MOORE STREET

TRIBECA





Inside WALKERS

NEW YORK NY


New York City may be slowly but surely losing its historic neighborhood taverns, but as long as the doors stay open at Walker’s, a slice of Tribeca’s past remains. These days, the haunt plays host to a steady lunch and after-work clientele who drink and dine at the well-worn bar or at the paper-covered tables crowding the slightly cramped front room. Years of late nights (and pre-Bloomberg) smoke have aged the thick paint on the pressed tin ceiling to a mellow patina, while black-and-white photos of bygone street scenes add to the good-old-days luster. As each evening progresses, patrons follow the bar leading to the two quirky, hall-like back dining rooms, leaving the bar to serious drinkers. Straightforward American cuisine is the backbone of the ample menu: shell steak served with roasted potatoes and vegetables, herb-roasted free-range chicken or cowboy chili. But, in a nod to more sophisticated palates, there are more continental dishes, such as grilled yellowfin tuna over field greens and pan-roasted salmon with asparagus, chickpeas, and grape tomatoes. The no-frills tavern burger, meanwhile, is better than you might expect.

Walker's Bar, is a hsitorical bar,  whose first Saloon Licsense w the 1880's. Walkers serves great food at reasonable prices. Everyone is welcome!  At this Varick St and N. Moore St location, there has been a bar and restaurant since the building was first occupied in the early 1880′s. The neighborhood has seen many changes in history. As the neighborhood evolved, so did the bar and restaurant. One thing has remained — a remarkable eating and drinking establishment. 




First Saloon Liquor License

Issued in 1895


 The ceiling is Tin and old wood floors are still there. There are many places that looked like Walker’s back in the day, not so many more. Walker’s evokes the feeling of an old NYC saloon while serving great Guinness Pints (20oz), local brews on tap as well an extensive selection of bottled beer too. 

 WAlker's has been serving great food and spirits for generations. Located in historic Tribeca, there has been a eating and drinking establishment since 1895.

 Great food and drink. In addition to 20oz pint of Guinness, we have nine other brews on tap. Great bottle beer too! We have a great wine list by the glass or bottle (check our daily wine specials). 

The food is great everything from our famous burgers, steaks, salads plus specials every day, And last, but, not least our fabulous brunch on Saturdays and Sundays by Gabriel Cruz. 







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Monday, March 21, 2022

Brooklyn Pizza The Worlds Best

 



AMERICA'S TWO GREATEST PIZZAIOLO

MARK IACONO and DOMENICO DeMARCO


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Friday, March 18, 2022

New York Mourns The Loss of Dom DeMarco





DOM De MARCO

1936 - 2022

"We'll Miss You Dom"

And Your Fabulous WORLDS BEST PIZZA

GOD BLESS



DeMarco emigrated from Caserta in Italy in 1959. He opened Di Fara Pizza in 1965 with his business partner Farina. The name Di Fara comes from a combination of his and his business partner's names. DeMarco bought out Farina in 1978, but kept the name the same.

DeMarco heavily influenced Brooklyn pizza including younger pizzaiolos Mark Iacono of Lucali and Frank Pinello of Best Pizza. Iacono referred to De Marco as the "Joe DiMaggio of pizza".  Others have referred to DeMarco as the godfather of pizza.

Many consider Di Fara's to be the best pizzeria in New York City.

In 2015, DeMarco received a haircut in the pizzeria on his 79th birthday from Brian Girgus, a drummer, barbershop owner, and "pizza freak" from Los Angeles.


On March 17, 2022, DeMarco died at the age of 85.




From The NY POST ... March 20, 2022



A pizza man died last week. The pizza man.

Dom DeMarco was a legend. The immigrant from the Italian province of Caserta opened Di Fara Pizza on the most nondescript stretch of Avenue J in Brooklyn back in 1965.

The shop name was an amalgamation of his last name and that of his partner, whom he bought out in the late 1970s. He never bothered changing the name: It was all about the pizza.

A lot of New York experiences come with a side of New York attitude. Your waiter at Peter Luger will be gruff. The hostess at the hot-restaurant-of-the-week will sneer. Be ready to order when it’s your turn at the Zabar’s counter or else.

But Di Fara has never been like that. It gets busy, sure, but Dom and his kids, who run the shop, always had time to exchange pleasantries with the regulars.

And patience for the tourists. I watched Dom’s daughter Maggie take a pizza order from a visitor who wanted a different topping on each slice. She laughed and wrote it down, and they made it. (Please, tourists to New York, do not do this.)

Dom was a true artist, and everyone knew it. Each pie was a masterpiece. He’d drizzle the oil over the finished pizza and carefully trim, with kitchen shears, the basil that grew on his windowsill. All the ingredients were super high quality.

Few were not dazzled.

He didn’t want to wear the little hat the health department insisted on. He did not wear gloves. He would plunge his hands into the oven to take a peek at the pie inside. Unsatisfied, he’d rotate it until the bottom of the pizza met his expectations. His fingers were gnarled from decades of doing this. Every pie was perfect.

It was not, by any means, a quick process. For a long time, Dom was the only one who touched the pizza. People imagined they could place their order and go for a walk, returning to find their pie waiting for them. Amateur mistake.

I’d go to Di Fara as a kid when I was too young to appreciate its uniqueness among the other corner-slice shops. My first time at Di Fara in adulthood, we placed our order and took a seat. Error. The crowd around the counter was marveling at the man and his work, yes, but people were also keeping up with their place in the line. Ninety minutes after our arrival, starving and miserable, we checked on our pizza only to be told it would still be a while.

We discussed amongst ourselves. Should we leave? Nothing could be good enough to endure this wait! But how could we give up now? We couldn’t. We waited and then waited some more.

Then it arrived. Piping hot, steam rising. Dom snipped the basil on top, grated the Grana Padano cheese. Every pie had his personal touch. “Give it a minute,” his daughter Maggie told us. We couldn’t. We didn’t. We burned the roof of our mouths and loved every second of it. We had never had pizza like this, not ever.

Last week Kim Kardashian made news when she offered her advice to people who want to succeed: “Get your f–king ass up and work. It seems like nobody wants to work these days.” Dom would be surprised to be mentioned in tandem with Kardashian (if he even knew who she was), but he shared this intense work ethic. His children would talk about forcing him to take days off. As he got older, we could hear them encouraging him to sit down.

The last time I had pizza made by Dom DeMarco was in October 2018. Just like the first pie, the last one stayed imprinted in my memory. We’d see him at the pizza shop after that, but he wasn’t making pizza anymore. He had passed on his gifts to others. The pizza at Di Fara is still incredible. 


"But there will never be a Dom DeMarco again."






"Dom"







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