4009 30th Ave (between Steinway St and 41st St, Astoria)
Fatty Kat Eats: Fried Chicken and Homemade Waffle
Astoria is one of my favorite neighborhoods in the city simply because it doesn't feel like the "city." I'm not trying to blow past suits on my left and fashionistas on my right. My blood isn't racing at a thousand miles per hour trying to make the red light. And most importantly, I don't hear incessant honking. In Astoria, I can be a few stops away from the concrete jungle that is Manhattan and actually breathe! Not to mention, I love watching the little old ladies with their little old lady carts.
I landed at Queens Comfort with my 2 favorite Australians in tow, @em_hanna and @jimmylorimar. All of us loved the chilled out farmhouse/shack vibe that wasn't trying too hard. It's a great place for brunch because you can get drunk and fat and no one will judge you. I mean, the restaurant's tagline is: Baked Smoked Fried. We like.
Queens Comfort
Jimmy's South By South West Benedict was pretty hardcore (i.e. see the big knife?!). I'd expect nothing less from this manly man. The corn tamale, smoked pulled pork, BBQ sauce, poached egg and hollandaise was worth the heartburn and heart attack. I love me a fine poached egg and hollandaise, but this dish took it to another planet with the generous pulled pork and BBQ sauce.
Chicken + Waffle...what genius came up with that combination? The Fried Chicken and Homemade Waffle was phenomenal, but please don't abuse the extra butter and syrup. I'm taking baby steps to a healthier life, even if it does involved fried chicken. Since I get a food coma just writing about this dish, I'll leave it at: hot and juicy chicken, expertly fried, waffles = hallelujah, amen!
Em's Spicy Chicken & Bacon Enchilada was also very good. The enchilada got a little messy, but the flavors were there. Thankfully, the spice was subdued with cheddar, a fried egg and cream. I love soft eggs because the egg yolk can make it into every little bite. Unfortunately, I don't really like enchiladas. Judge me.
If all that food wasn't enough, the kitchen sent us the Homemade Ice Cream Cake with all the fixings--pretzels, sprinkles, chocolate sauce and the list goes on. All I can say is: Da Bomb Diggity.
It'll be a long time before I go back to Queens Comfort and only because my arteries need some time to recover. I dream about that Chicken and Waffle...mmmm! I miss these two kids. Hopefully they'll be back soon so I can fatten them up again.
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