Delivery is a staple in New York City, as I suppose it is in any city where people work late and/or have dollhouse-sized kitchens. It's not just Chinese food, although come to think of it, that probably is the standard. Pizza, of course, is also popular, but almost every place around here delivers. Greek, Japanese, Middle Eastern, my favorite Thai restaurant a few blocks away -- they could all be at my door in 30 minutes or less.
Yet we had never done it. I think there's two reasons for that:
- Paul cooks better food than many restaurants, and he enjoys doing it.
- If I want to eat restaurant food, I want to have a restaurant experience.
So Paul wasn't in the mood for cooking, and I'm never in the mood for cooking. Instead we got out the menu for our very favorite Chinese place -- and probably Paul's favorite neighborhood restaurant -- Grand Sichuan House, six blocks away. We ordered our favorite dishes: ma po tofu with minced pork for me, beef with cumin flavor for Paul. (You can see photos and descriptions of the dishes at my previous post on Grand Sichuan House.)
It came with the stereotypical Chinese take-out container of rice, and two fortune cookies. And the spicy food was the perfect antidote to the freezing cold weather.
And like any good New Yorker, Paul gave the delivery guy an extra tip for making the trip in such weather while we stayed cozy and warm.