Oh, Astoria. You fun little neighborhood, you. Tonight we ventured down the barren strip of land known as 11th Street to Bulgara, a B-F-E restaurant serving delicious food in the middle-of-nowhere NYC. It’s perhaps the best Bulgarian food this side of the Ottoman Empire, or at least the East River. Tonight, Brendan, John, Dora and I were the only patrons at the overtly red-themed restaurant, but the solitude allowed us to giddily and unabashedly enjoy the divine cuisine.
Hilarious photos of scantily clad Bulgarian ladies lined the walls, all autographed with the salutation “Za.” And, Bulgarian TV played in the background. They were but mere distractions: As is so often the case in Astoria, the food was yummy, from the rich creamy Russian Potato Salad to the juicy, gooey, feta-infused fried burek. With all this food in our bellies, we had no choice but to walk back home. We left and walked down Vernon Boulevard, which lines the East River.
This part of Long-Island-City-slash-Astoria is mostly industrial, with a smattering of residences and churches tucked among the factories:
And the occasional parked and abandoned spaceship-like pedicab:
We stopped in Rainey Park to absorb the view. Goodbye, New York.
(The same photos, plus a few more, are available here )