I was walking to work the other day and got handed a menu for the Tuck Shop, an Australian Meat Pie shop hidden away in an Internet Cafe that I wrote about a little over a month ago. In the menu I saw an item that I hadn’t noticed before… “The Floater”. Any Aussie pie of your choice, covered in pea soup made by Madeleine the Crepe Lady (a little old French lady who makes crepes in the same Internet Cafe). It sounded like a marriage made in heaven… and with the weather starting to get gross- the perfect winter lunch.
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Tuck Shop (or the Hidden Jems of the CyberCafe- Part 1 of 2)
Nothing is more fulfilling then finding a hidden food jem in Midtown. It can come in all forms too. There’s the place that is well known, but literally hidden- like the Burger Joint, hidden behind a curtain at the Parker Meridien Hotel. Then there’s the place that looks like a boring deli, but has a hidden specialty- like the Korean food at Cafe Duke. And of course there is discovering that good food cart, which in Midtown is literally like finding a needle size hot dog, in a haystack size pile of gigantic sausages.
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Imagine this bit of sci-fi: A mad scientist decides to put his dinner, a chicken pot pie and a slice of meatloaf, in a teleportation device. The experiment goes awry of course, and what comes out is a melding of these two stalwarts of American comfort food. Behold the meat pie. In fact, the meat pie is not a Frankenstein amalgamation, but a favorite snack from Australia. It's the specialty of Tuck Shop, the Aussie takeout restaurant that started in the East Village and now has opened a second branch in midtown.
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I noticed that Nomad offers a $15 prix fixe and Robert from the Village Voice gave it a pretty good review. He waxed nostalgic about a North African appetizer called a brik which is a fried phyllo stuffed with tuna, potatoes, capers and some other stuff. Sounds like a tuna pie that I need to try.
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The Tuck Shop’s menu claims that “waking and baking is our job,” pun very much intended. While my inner stoner respects that existence, and my inner drunkard celebrates its proximity to many favorite watering holes (it's located on 1st St. between 1st and 2nd Ave.), my inner food critic kind of wishes the pies were a little fresher. That said, if you want a pie with ground beef, the Tuck Shop’s traditional pie ($5) is where it’s at. Spiced nicely and not over-greased, it was far better than the mysterious special “steak and Guinness” pie, which didn’t taste much like Guinness or the advertised horseradish. The sausage roll ($3) was less disappointing; a combination of ground pork and sage easily outpaces the average pizzeria’s rolled offerings. We were offered dessert, but to the proprietor’s great surprise, he was completely out of desserts. That’s what happens when you smoke up with a full refrigerator, pal – take it from one who knows.
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Sometimes you'll see something out of the corner of your eye, like a car careening down the road (towards you), or a squirrel attacking another squirrel over who can dig a better hole. Other times, you'll see see a chalkboard sign declaring "EAT PIE / FEEL GOOD". Maybe all three will happen at the same time, but in my case, I saw this sign while walking down quiet 1st Street (while lugging a bag of Japanese snacks from Sunrise Mart; I'll have to fill you in on that later) towards Tuck Shop, where I intended to eat pie and feel good. Dammit.
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