Supercore

You know in the movies when a car passes someone standing on the street and splashes the dirt and grime that builds up in puddles on the shoulder all over the poor fool caught waiting outside in a rainstorm? If you’ve seen it happen in the movies, have you witnessed it in real life- or even better- have you ever been that sorry sap drenched on the street?

I sure have.

It must bring some sort of bizarre good luck, like a bird pooping on your head, because who does that sort of thing really happen to? Me. Lucky me.

Back in February, I was caught in a hailstorm and new to the “streets,” when a car passed by and unexpectedly forced me to ice a knee injury that I had been ignoring for far too long. Thank you, universe. Soaking wet, I continued on my journey to the G train. Next stop, Brooklyn. This night ended with my very first bull-riding experience, and I received the honor of the keys to a bar after helping one of its tenders make snowballs. I’m getting off track. The point is, the beginning might have been hardcore crazy, the ending even crazier, but the middle of the night, now that was Supercore.

I’ve been talking about this Supercore salmon for months. Finally, I returned to that gem of a cafe on Bedford Ave in Brooklyn. The weather has since warmed up, and the patio area is now open. As if this place had any room for improvement, stepping through that back door onto a wooden patio flanked with strung lights and candles on a warm night transports you straight to vacation mode. A vacation with dogs peaking their excited little heads through holes in the wooden fence. I should mention next door is a fantastic bar called Lucky Dog. A dog friendly bar. My kind of bar. A bar situated right next to my kind of salmon. I have actually met Lucky, the dog, in person. The owner has two dogs. I couldn’t tell you the other dog’s name, but I refer to him as Shadow. He’s a black dog so it fits, especially since he is living in Lucky’s shadow. If I ever open my own dog friendly joint, I will name it “Shadow of Sam” because that beautiful unknown dog, Shadow, deserves his fake name immortalized somewhere. It’s only fair. If you’re ever hungover and find yourself in the Bedford Ave neighborhood, drop in to Lucky Dog for a Bloody Mary. It comes with pickled Okra, and a hair of the dog.

Then go next door for some Supercore salmon.

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Supercore is a Japanese café that is incredibly affordable and even more incredibly delicious. Their Miso Salmon- their miso salmon- their miso salmon made me want to change my last name. I’d put a ring on it. Actually, I’d rather change my first name to Miso… or make it a prefix: Miso Stephanie. “I am so Stephanie,” I would respond.

The atmosphere of Supercore is casual, the Japanese tapas are easily shared, and the drinks are heavenly. Try a carafe of Sake Mimosa or their Sake Mojito. Post lunch or dinner, try one of their Matcha Lattes.

This place makes me happy in the truest sense. Because after all happiness is, according to Miso James Altucher,

“Happiness. We never learn [through formal education] how it’s a combination of the food we eat, our health, our ability to have sound emotional relationships, our ability to find something bigger than ourselves and our egos to give up our spiritual virginity to.”

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Happiness is Supercore. Locations in Brooklyn and Tokyo.

305 Bedford Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11211

718-302-1629

Mon‐Sat: 11am‐1am

Sunday: 11am‐12am

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Cold Brew

I wear my sunglasses at night. I drink cold coffee in winter.

Fortunately, only one of those statements is true.

Perhaps this post, a love letter to my favorite java joint in Wappingers sent last Valentine’s Day, revealed that my relationship with coffee is not the norm.

The first step is admitting it.

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On a fine day in Queens I found myself habitually sipping some iced Jet Fuel at Sweet Leaf in Long Island City on a cautiously old table. If you’re not a fan of coffee but are in the neighborhood, stop in to try their magical yogurt parfait. This stuff turns from Greek yogurt, fresh strawberries, and granola into apple crisp right in your mouth. There are no words. Now for my fellow caffeine fanatics, the Jet Fuel, cold brewed coffee with chicory and maple syrup, and their VooDoo Child, Vietnamese style cold brew, are the stuff of legends. I could get used to that place, and some good strong cold brews.

Aching to be recreated, I happily accepted the cold brew challenge.

Still waiting for that challenge.

Like a good relationship, this brew’s beauty is in its simplicity; in its effortlessness.

Here is what you need (filter not pictured):

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For the type of coffee grinds, use what you have. I actually went out of my way, slightly, to venture into the new Aldi on Route 9 in Wappingers for my grinds. Epic fail. It’s like the Big Lots of grocery shopping, which is great for certain things. Fine coffee is just not one of them.

Reading up on this process a little bit, I learned that the quality of coffee is less important. You can also use a variety of types from finely ground to coarsely ground beans. With cold brew, you’re not going to get the earthy, robust, distinguishable flavors that you get when coffee is freshly ground and brewed at its optimum 195-205 degrees F. It yields a smoother and less bitter product, making it ideal for iced creations and can keep up to a week in the fridge.

For the brew, my ratio is 3:1 water to grinds. Adjust ratio to your taste. Typically, you’ll want to aim for 4:1. Obviously, I like rich and strong. Raise your hand if you don’t. Higher. I still don’t see it.

For the method, simply mix your grinds with room temperature water and let it sit for at least 4 hours and up to 24 hours, covered and kept out at room temp. Then strain the grinds from the coffee concentrate using a filter of your choice, cheese cloth, or a French press.

If you’re going for Vietnamese, or Thai style, add some sweetened condensed milk to a glass full of ice. Add your coffee concentrate and mix. Top with evaporated milk. Enjoy through a bold straw.

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That’s so Bangla.

For you St Patty’s Day aficionados out there already planning, this year start your holiday with a cold brew Irish coffee. Replace the water with Jameson, follow the method, and then add your milk or cream over ice. It may not quite be on par with the Buena Vista in San Fran, but it’s a fair start.

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Five Leaves

I’ve become pretty familiar with Brooklyn lately, at least the best parts.

A favorite discovery: Five Leaves.

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Spending the day in Greenpoint, my girlfriends and I were near passing out on the hunger scale when we were instructed to check out a staple on the Greenpoint/ Williamsburg border that is a neighborhood favorite, and a project of Heath Ledger’s prior to his passing.

I fell in love with this place before I knew its true beginning. Now that I know where the concept came from, the amount I adore it just multiplied, five fold.

Yes, the food is incredible, perfect, but the draw to this place is more about a mood, an effortless sense of home and being exactly where you are supposed to be.

Five Leaves was opened after the passing of Heath Ledger. He had the idea to open a coffee shop with two friends. One he met at a beach party in Australia (possibly/hopefully a full moon party) and the other was a tattoo artist he met in Williamsburg. The three became fast friends. While living in Brooklyn, he spent a lot of his time in Greenpoint and Williamsburg, during which he discovered the space that would one day become Five Leaves on Bedford Ave right on the border of the two neighborhoods—while skateboarding, no less. Originally he wanted to buy the whole building and make it a commune for all of his friends. Seriously. That’s so Brooklyn.

But three friends with a dream of a coffee shop couldn’t possibly settle on something as simple as just coffee, or oats for that matter. From coffee, the idea expanded to become an Australian-meets-American restaurant-bar serving organic and local food that would be the type of place Heath would have liked to hang out himself. Gasp. I love Australians. And a restaurant-bar where they meet Americans!? Completely perfect.

Three friends. One dream. A hangout we could all feel comfortable in.

The space is tight. The menu is small. The food is masterfully simple.

Yet absolutely everything falls into place perfectly. It’s comforting… the vibe, the intimacy, the diner-esk stools at the bar, the coffee window, the fried egg on top of the perfectly cooked burger, the dim lighting, the tea lights, the oysters, the gin, and butterflies on postcards. Old meets new. A frothed milk and honey to bring warmth to your face, surrounded by friends in relaxed, lighthearted moment. Truffle oil on French fries and goat cheese with figs that this girl who hates goat cheese could appreciate. A dog bowl waiting out front seals its fate as flawless.

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We’ve gone back at every opportunity.

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18 Bedford Avenue

Greenpoint, Brooklyn 11222

718-383-5345

{reservations not accepted}

Lover’s Latte

Valentine’s Day is here. Love notes to my obsession are in order.

Dear Bad Ass Coffee,

Roses are red, violets are pasty,
You make coffee strong, and oh so tasty.

Okay so I’m not much of a poet, but trust me this coffee is legit. And it just so happens that I live harmfully close to their only NY location.

According to legend, the name “Bad Ass” comes from the nickname of the donkeys who carry their special variety of Kona coffee beans through the Hawaiian mountains; but I know it really comes from the fact that there is truly no better way to describe their coffee drinks… completely bad ass enough to give this regularly caffeinated girl the jitters. Their friendly staff and choices in pastries, parfaits, pitas, and lattes keep me coming back for more.

My obsession of the season:
Badass coffee lovers latte

A lover’s latte.
Part strawberry, cherry, and white mocha, mixed with espresso and milk, and topped with whipped deliciousness.
All I need.

Truth be told, Bad Ass, you make my world a better place.

XoXoXo.

Love Always,
Your number one customer
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