H stands for Hammer Time street

We really dragged ass getting going today, got off the train at NoMa and had a very scenic walk through the various ethnic food markets on the way to Union Market. Inside, the market had an open floor plan which was odd at first but as I moved around and saw that everything was all “organic” and “free market” it made more sense. Red Apron was a full service butcher with some of the most mouth watering cuts of meat in the window I had ever seen. Unfortunately there were only 5 things on the menu, I got the mufaletta. I think I chose wisely. Other than the distinct lack of meat (it was more of a grilled cheese with some meat added than a meat sandwich with cheese) it was all very tasty. We then posted up at Buffalo Bergen and partook in a couple of their designer drinks, they were very pleasantly concocted and had stupid names which  we loved, Natalia had the Rick Astley and I had the Stand and Deliver. The names having, of course, nothing to do with their ingredients but still making us laugh.

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Now we begin our annihilation of H street which commenced at Argonaut. After a round of drinks and some delicious muscles it appears that the apocalypse is upon us, the weather has quickly deteriorated and it looks like we are going to weather the storm where we are sitting. Brando tells a story about a job sight where someone, unfortunately, got stuck in quicksand up to their chest. Natalia’s first thought is “what would happen if you’re stuck in quicksand and you have to pee?” Talk quickly deteriorated into her lack of formal education in physics, then hydrodynamics, fluid mechanics, so on and so forth. While her vocabulary on the subject was quite impressive for lay person, her knowledge of the key concepts seemed to go wanting.

After the storm passed we headed to Toki for what I was told would be the best Ramen of my life, unfortunately that experience would have to be deferred since this place only has 14 seats and doesn’t take reservations, 2 hour wait… No worries, we headed to the bar downstairs, the Pug. There we spoke some more garbage, had a few laughs with the bartender and the hours just flew by.The ambiance in here was interesting as it was jam packed with stuff, and it made for a very interesting back drop for our wait.


Into Toki we go, I was convinced to get the Dan Dan Mien as it was described as a staff favorite and was not broth based (and my stomach was replete with liquid as it was). I was not ready for what was placed in front of me: perfectly cooked noodles, deep fried chicken, braised pork cheek in a bean paste. The flavor was so rich, it was seemingly a sum that was greater than its parts. I also, humbly, have very little knowledge of the preparation methods or spices used but I was blown away. If you can eat here, please, for the sake of all that is holy, do.


The next spot we hit up was the Smith Commons, we could see it from where we were sitting in Toki and were intrigued by it’s look. 3 levels, mostly open to the air, after a bit of rain made for a very nice breezy couple of drinks. Christian joined us and we got into a huge discussion when he asked if we had heard of this new kind of storm called a “Jericho” which all of use screamed at him for. It turns out that what he was talking about is a “Derecho” but for some reason it was being pronounced “de – ri – koh” instead of “de-re-cho” which through the mostly spanish speaking group. It was hilarious.

We were waiting to try and get into this arcade bar that everyone was sure I’d love but it wasn’t open yet so we headed to Beergarten Hause where I had a very nice dark lager and we watched the end of the heat game, not that I care, but the heat owned. The staff were beyond helpful and very accommodating to the beer uninitiated me. We finished up and headed to Atlas Arcade. Holy shit it’s like someone had asked me what I’d like to do with my evenings. There were arcade cabinets all over the space, all classics: Marvel VS Capcom, the Simpsons, an original Galaga, After Burner, Mortal Kombat and if you were sitting at the bar there was an NES an SNES and a SEGA you could play for free, and yes I said at the bar. After dumping some bucks into the cabinets Natalia and I played some StreetFighter on SNES where we each had our share of wins and loses, her hundred hand slap was impeccably timed. They also had a hacked cabinet that played tons of games, one of which was an edited Galaga that had you piloting a helicopter instead of a spaceship and the aliens were insurgents, the interceptor ships were turban wearing bearded men. I’m not saying I condone this, I’m just saying it was there.

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We were reeling after all the running around we had been doing and needed something hardy to end the night so we headed to Dangerously Delicious Pies. This place is serious, the menu is split into sweet and savory so you could get an apple pie and a pulled pork pie and alternate bites of each if you want, but that’s gross so none of us did that. I got the rocky with bacon which was basically a chicken pot pie with the added heaven of bacon. Needless to say this induced the highest levels of itus so we headed home for the night. More to come later.



One Response to “H stands for Hammer Time street”

  1. I’m super sad that I didnt make it out that day. I’m in love with Biergarten Haus, so I’m happy to hear that you went. The Argonaut is also fantastic. Btw, Dangerously Delicious Pies also has a food truck! Super yum.

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