5 Restaurants to Try at Yale

by Caroline Gentile ’17

Imagine the scene. You arrive to Yale on Friday night (or Saturday morning), excitement humming through the polluted New Haven air. Perhaps you are a bit buzzed, perhaps you aren’t (but you probably are because this is the one weekend Harvard kids act like its Harvard State). Regardless of your level of inebriation, you are very likely hungry. But where should you go to eat in New Haven? Do they even have restaurants there, in a place so riddled with crime and gothic architecture?

Surprisingly, yes! New Haven actually boasts many great restaurants, ranging from cheap eats to expensive gourmet fare. Below are some of the best picks on the cheaper, college-student-friendly end of that spectrum (disclaimer: there’s a lot of pizza on this list, but only because pizza is something that New Haven apparently does really, really well):

  1. Alpha Delta Pizza

Location: 371 Elm St., New Haven, CT 06511

Hours: 3pm-3am

Type of Food: Pizza

Price range: $

What to Order: The Wenzel, a deliciously greasy conglomeration of fried buffalo chicken, hot sauce, mozzarella, lettuce, and tomato atop a sub roll.

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  1. Ivy Wok

Location: 316 Elm Street, New Haven, CT 06511

Hours: 11am-2am

Type of Food: Cantonese

Price Range: $

What to Order: The curry soup or the fried pork dumplings.

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  1. Mamoun’s Falafel

Location: 85 Howe St, New Haven, CT 06511

Hours: 11am-3am

Type of Food: Falafel

Price Range: $

What to Order: Chicken kebabs.

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  1. Miya’s Sushi

Location: 68 Howe St, New Haven, CT 06511

Hours: 5pm- midnight on Fridays and Saturdays

Type of Food: Sushi

Price Range: $$

What to Order: The Late-Night Specials, offered after 10:30pm, which consist of award-winning sushi made from leftover premium ingredients at a much lower price, as well as 1/3 off pitchers of beer, cocktails, and all bottles of wine. Also, their spicy-mayo-covered shoestring Tokyo fries.

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  1. Pepe’s Pizza

Location: 157 Wooster Street, New Haven, CT, 06511

Hours: 11am-10pm

Type of Food: Pizza

Price Range: $

What to Order: Any of their pizzas! Pepe’s is probably the most well known restaurant in New Haven, and is actually opening up a store in Boston soon!

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Just Quad Things: an Exploration of the Quad Grille

by Richa Chaturvedi ’18

image1Evolutionarily, humans weren’t meant to stay up past sunset. In a largely agrarian society, people’s schedules revolved around sunlight – the workable hours. With the advent of electricity, people began staying up later and later, culminating in one single event: you, last night, staying up to finish your pset. It’s late and you’re hungry. If only there was somewhere to go!

But there is! It’s called Quad Grille, and it has everything your tired and sleep deprived heart could want! Their best dish by far are the mozzarella sticks, which taste like pieces of fried heaven. A good mozzarella stick is hard to do – you have to have the perfect temperature for the cheese and the ideal crispiness on the outside – so hats off to Quad Grille for doing it well.

My blockmates love the chicken fingers, claiming that they may even be better than the HUDS version (how could that be?).  The Grille is even nice enough to provide you with everything from barbeque sauce to ketchup – the selection of sauces is almost as varied as the food itself.  And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the curly fries. I don’t know if there’s much more to say about them, except that you need them in your life.

And it takes board plus! In my honest (and perhaps unsolicited) opinion, this is the best way to spend that free cash. That’s right, I said it. It’s even better than Greenhouse. So next time you find yourself in the Quad, sad, tired, hungry, or just bored, make your way to the Quad Grille. You will leave with more mozzarella sticks you had when you entered, so it’s obviously a win.

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The Search for the Greater Gau: The Kong (part 1)

By Adam Wong ’17

It was a crazy idea, and one that was unlikely to come to fruition: my freshmen roommates and I would taste and critique General Gau’s chicken from every Chinese restaurant in the Greater Boston area.

Why General Gau’s? Well, we love it, every respectable Faux Chinese restaurant serves it, and with a calorie count upwards of 1300, it is a better nutritional deal than a big mac. For us the choice was obvious (especially for Tim– he’s an economist).

Unconcerned with fickle municipal boundaries, we decided to start off our culinary quest in our figurative backyard: The Hong Kong. Located directly outside our freshman dorm, its golden sign beckoned us to consume animal proteins and simple carbohydrates when the time for worrying about such simple matters of nutrition was naught (2am).

As I walked in, the owner looked up, and gave me a warm smile as he patted my back and sat me down at a window table as far away from the bar as possible. (I had a bit of a reputation). After being given chopsticks, playing drums with my chopsticks, and having the waiter take away my chopsticks, I was joined by my compatriots. Tim: rowing extraordinare, economics degenerate. Greg: six pack, piercing green eyes. And me, Adam Wong, waggish cavalier conspiracy inventor.

Team assembled, we quickly named our project: THE SEARCH FOR THE GREATER GAU. As fledging food bloggers, we observed our surroundings to judge the full experience of the Kong and its general Gau’s chicken.

(But first, the bathroom. It is calm, quiet, and the gentle Lysol massages your senses into catharsis. It is a pentagon– a very strong choice. As a unisex bathroom, it unfortunately lacks the convenient urinal and fortunately lacks passive aggressive sharpie graffiti.)

The water came out early and judging from the ice, condensation on the outside of the glass, and the way my teeth hurt while drinking it, the water was cold. Check plus! Knowing the importance of hydration on a crazy Friday night we downed our complimentary waters. Noticing our desperation for hydration, our waiter left a pitcher at our table, showing conscientiousness to our plight. The ice, not quite toothsome, was none the less chewable.

The ambiance is familiar: a painted relief of a Chinese mystic flying on a dragon, her hand formed in a Buddhist symbol, or more likely (judging from the tasteful Steve Miller Band playing in the background) the symbol for “rock on”.

About five minutes after we placed our fateful order, the General ambushed.

Marmalade heaps of deep-fried chicken floated onto our table. The feeling of seeing an old crush fluttered into our respective hearts. Bite-sized pieces glazed in a sweet-and-sour chili orange sauce, sprinkled with creamy white sesame seeds, and broccoli (because we are dignified, thank you very much). Each man mercilessly stabbed a piece and flung it into his gaping mouth. As the chicken came near, the characteristic sweet-and-sour smell wafted into our noses and ticked our sinuses. We put it in our mouth. It was sexy. I fully embraced the hot, sticky chicken, delighting as my teeth cut easily through the sweet, succulent meat. As the tangy orange sauce dribbled down the corner of my mouth, the sour vinegar gave way to the sweet of the sauce, and finally the savory of the chicken. I swallowed, and kept the mouth party going with a subsequent mouthful. I looked up from my mouth meditating, and saw Tim, slumped over his chair in bliss, and Greg, staring comatose into the ceiling. How could so much satisfaction come at the low price of $10.95?

Once we went into beast mode, it didn’t take long to finish the plate. There was a significant amount of the sauce left-over, which went well with the non-sticky, long-grain rice that came with the Gernal Gau’s combination plate.

The check was delivered soon after and we all received fortune cookies of the Lucky Panda brand. To our delight, the fortune cookies were delivered uncracked, unopened, and most definitely containing fortunes. Cracking the two, golden-yellowish sides in half, we put them in our mouths in such a way to avoid ingesting the paper. The cookies themselves –mildly sweet but otherwise flavorless — fragmented like chips in our mouths as we bit down on them.  To our surprise, the papers had words, and to our amazement, the papers told us our fortunes. Realizing the terrible nature of predetermination, we busted the heck ‘outta there, but only after leaving a generous 20% tip.

Ramen–Coming Soon to Harvard Square

By Adam Wong ’17

The word is out: Santouka, a Japan based ramen chain, is opening within smelling distance of the Harvard Inn and Wigglesworth. Lucky for them too, because by the beginning of second semester, the new ramen joint will be cooking up the kingpin of modern Japanese cuisine–complete with rich and savory broth, tender simmered pork, and mouthfuls of long wheat noodles. This ain’t your supermarket’s “chicken flavor top ramen”.  This is the ramen big leagues.

Traditional ramen, the granddaddy of instant ramen, is a broth and noodle soup with incredible regional variety from all over Japan. The broth can range from the light and refreshing clear broth of Yokohama, to the bolder and fragrant miso ramen of the north, to the deep and rich flavor of Tonkotsu broth from Kyushu made by stewing flavorful pork meat and bones for hours. The broth is paired with long strands of springy and toothsome noodles, set in a deep bowl with garnishing of spring onions, crunchy bamboo root and roasted seaweed. Placed on top, like a champion on a pedestal, is the pork. Ahh, sweet pork. Melt-in-your-mouth, coat-your-tongue, holy-crap-I-just-had-an-out-of-body-experience: pork. Put together these ingredients and you’ll get a team more potent than a Harvard Class of 20XX flame war.

The promised land.

I think I am not alone when I say that I am very excited for this addition to the Harvard food scene. It will add versatility to the late night grub grab. As delicious and timeless as Noch’s, Felipe’s, and Tasty Burger are, thepizza-burrito-burger trio loses a little spark after the fifth weekend in a row. Ramen provides something new. Yes, yes, eating ramen is a religious experience, but you can just get that in RELIGION 2541: Religious Experience Seminar. What’s the real value of ramen in our everyday, conveniently located lives?

Imagine this: Late night. Getting back from that party in Mather. You know it’s a long walk, and that’s why you hate how cold it is outside. All that raging has built up into a raging appetite. You want food. You want warm. You want to walk into a room heated and scented by the rolling boil rich broth. You want to chew on noodles and slurp down just a good soup and have it radiate its warmth through your body as it finds a home in your belly. You want ramen.

Ramen won its fame in the bustle of Japanese metropolises for its convenience, affordability, and flavor. It will do the same here at Harvard. While it is true that ramen exists in our general proximity, it is still neither has the convenience or affordability that it is meant to have. Wagamama, which has ramen as a side show in its pan Asian menu offers a bowl at the pricey 15 dollars a pop. The next closest ramen place is Yume Wo Katare in Porter Square authentic as it is, but nobody is going to causally jump on the T to go to Porter after partying in Mather. Santouka is our best, and only, hope.

Let me end with a quote from the CEO of Santouka on ramen. Surprised to see the only ramen options for Harvard students were as expensive as $15, he said, “It should be a cheap comfort food for you to have with a beer after a long day.”*

This guy gets us.

 

 

 

(*If you don’t believe me, you can see it here for yourself.)