August 29, 2009
May 7, 2009
It’s fast food, but I swear someone spent hours on the sauce. Go Go Curry, 38th & 8th in Manhattan, serves up a curry so deeply brown, sweet and heavy it sent me to bed at 9:30 pm. It’s comfort food to the Japanese, and to any starch + fat- loving American out there.
So basically, you start with gobs of curry sauce over sticky rice and add on the proteins. The Katsu, or fried pork cutlet, curry is a popular choice; but of course, I wanted to try it all. My husband and I split the Grand Slam platter, which–with a squinted eye–resembles a plate of the same name from a certain 24-hour breakfast diner (essentially, a pork cutlet and glutinous rice replace pancakes). I checked my dietetic registration at the door.
So where does Matsui and baseball come in? The “Go Go” in Go Go Curry is “55” in Japanese, and NY Yankee Hideki Matsui’s number. According to the copious amounts of Matsui paraphernalia wallpapering the joint, he’s #1 and curry is #2. Menu items are also categorized in baseball terms, with the (not so) small being a “walk”, building up to the homerun and the #6, Grand Slam Curry.
And worth mentioning, they feature a competitive eating contest; however, the rules were in Japanese. Anyway, the menu tells me I am already an MVP just for ordering the Grand Slam.
If I can’t afford a ticket at the new Yankee stadium, this will do just fine.