I don’t spend enough weekends in Brooklyn, but I’m glad I stayed home this weekend to witness the food-loving splendor that is The Great Googa Mooga. With all the crazy, bad weather we’ve been having, this weekend was a slice of heaven. Sprawling over Prospect Park, the grounds of Googa Mooga were littered with people on blankets and booths serving some of the best food in NYC. It was an all around perfect day to be outside, soaking up some rays, drinking a few beers, and consuming half my weight in food. Music poured through the airwaves and we danced around trying not to spill our beers but refusing to put them down.
Never mind the fact that I had absolutely no cell phone service and couldn’t upload anything to Instagram and Twitter. It was a bit like the dark ages in a way that makes you yearn for the days when life was simpler. I didn’t find myself checking my email every two minutes, instead I enjoyed the sights, sounds, and spread of delectable culinary goodness. My favorite was a toss up between the pork belly tacos from Colicchio & Sons and what I’m almost sure was crawfish mac and cheese from Crawfish Monica. Lest I forget, the summer heat bearing down on my shoulders – beyond the booze was a special treat from People’s Pops. One ice block, a shaver and a tasty plum tarragon syrup made for a refreshing shaved ice treat.
There may have been an almost intolerable swarm of people, but the music and food made it bearable. I’m looking forward to next year and I’m making my way to The Spotted Pig and Red Rooster as soon as possible to get a real taste of their offerings.
I’d been dying to try this place Cafecito Bogota in Brooklyn, because I’d read somewhere or other about their Colombian Eggs Benedict. The Eggs Bolivarianos features Colombian salami instead of peameal bacon with two poached eggs on arepa halves with passion fruit sauce instead of hollandaise, sounds good right?
Well with one perfectly poached egg and the other wildly overcooked, I have to say I was disappointed with my meal’s main star. It didn’t help matters that the salami’s flavor was so strong, my arepas weren’t toasted and everything else needed salt (something I refuse to add to my food once it’s been cooked). The passion fruit sauce, Maracuya, it just didn’t have the pop of flavor that a passion fruit is supposed to have: wonderfully tangy and sweet, divinely delectable. The flavor composition just didn’t melt in my mouth the way I desperately wanted it to. At $15.50 for the entire brunch (even though their website menu says brunch is $14.50), my three glasses of passion fruit sangria were the best part of my meal. I’d go back for the cocktails perhaps, but I’d only eat there again if their chef learned the art of using a little salt or spice to better develop the flavors that simply fell flat on my cute banana leaf shaped plate.