What New York Taught Us (It Wasn't at the Michelin Restaurant)


Hello Reader, It's Yukari!

Last week in New York, we ate at one of the best restaurants in the world...
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Eight courses, Michelin star, the whole thing.

And yet the meal I can't stop thinking about?
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A $5.00 bodega sandwich, eaten on an airport bench at midnight.

Let me explain. πŸ˜„


Food, Food, Everywhere!

We've been to New York several times over the years, and the city has always amazed us.
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But this time, it really showed us what it's about.

Maybe it was summer.

Maybe it was the World Cup.

There was a river of people in Times Square, where we grabbed a few slices of New York pizza.

We saw a man walking around asking if anyone wanted an extra whole pizza.
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He'd bought too many. πŸ˜‚

The Argentina fans had their own party in the rain after an incredible late comeback against England.

So many faces.
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So many languages.
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So many stories walking past us.

We found a cute little macaron shop, "Macaron Cafe," where the owner explained each of his creations.
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Even though we were completely full from all that pizza, we bought six macarons...and ate them in the hotel room with a glass of wine. 🍷

We had a pastrami sandwich at Katz's Delicatessen.
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Yes, the "When Harry Met Sally" place, and found a famous bagel shop, "Russ and Daughters" for breakfast.
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(We went twice. They were that good. 🀩)


We hopped on the subway to Harlem, home of our favorite chef Marcus Samuelsson's restaurant, Red Rooster.

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The staff was wonderful. 🧑
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Chef Marcus is intentionally hiring more female chefs and servers to change restaurant culture.
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My server suggested a wine from a female-owned winery, and we ended up trading Broadway stories.
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She told me I had to see "Hell's Kitchen" because I love Alicia Keys, and the show is built on her music.


Then Aric took me to Le Bernardin, Chef Eric Ripert's Michelin-starred restaurant.
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The contrast was fascinating.
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Fried chicken and oxtail meatloaf at Red Rooster one night, an eight-course decadent dinner the next...
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An exquisite caviar and tartare dish at Le Bernardin, plated with a delicate sauce swirl on the left, two pieces of large, crispy fried chicken with mashed potatoes and Kale from Red Rooster on the right

And Then... New York Had One More Lesson for Us.

On the way home, our flight didn't just get delayed.

We ended up spending the entire night at LaGuardia. 😭

But here's the thing.
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Before heading to the airport, we'd stopped at a corner bodega and grabbed sandwiches, just in case.

Somewhere around midnight, sitting on an airport bench, we unwrapped them.

A few days earlier, we'd eaten eight courses at one of the best restaurants in the world.

And I'm telling you... that bodega sandwich, at that moment, was every bit as good.

Because a great meal isn't about the price tag, it's about the right food, at the right time, with the right person. 🧑


What New York Taught Us

People, culture, and food are all connected... just like the subway.

One stop, and you're in "Italy" with pizza.
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Another stop, "France" with macarons.
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Next stop, Harlem, where soul food and jazz hold a community together.
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Then an eight-course tour of the whole world.
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And the last stop before home?
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A $5.00 bodega sandwich at midnight.


Every time a newcomer arrives in this country, we get a new destination.
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Their culture, their food, their story.

Melting pot.

So many cultures, so many flavors... all sharing one table.

That's what we'd love to see at this tiny Kitchen Table, too.

Different kitchens, different comfort foods, different stories.
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All welcome here. 🧑

Someday, we want to bring a little of that spirit to real kitchens.
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Showing up, fixing real dinners, one home at a time.
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But that's a story for another day. πŸ˜‰


Thanks for being at our Kitchen Table on this cozy little corner of the internet.
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We appreciate you following along and letting us share not just what we cook but why we cook. 🧑
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With gratitude and friendship,
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Aric & Yukari
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🐱🐢 (Ka-En and Senna would like you to know that they have never been delayed overnight. Staff problems, apparently. πŸ˜‚)
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​P.S. What's the one city whose food you'll never forget?
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Hit reply and tell me! I read every single one! πŸ™
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The Kitchen Table with Aric and Yukari

Hi, I’m Yukari! I’m a home cook married to Aric, a talented chef, and together we share practical, encouraging kitchen content for people who want to cook more at home without feeling overwhelmed. We believe food is more than fuel. It can be comfort, connection, creativity, and a small way to care for yourself and the people you love. Here, you’ll find budget-friendly cooking ideas, meal prep help, relatable stories, and simple encouragement to help home cooking feel more possible in real life. And yes, you’ll also occasionally meet Senna, our Bernese Mountain Dog, and Ka-En, our ginger cat, who are very committed to supervising everything we cook. 🐢🐱 If you’re looking for cooking that feels more doable, cozy, and joyful, welcome.

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