We're not sure what's in those boxes but we'll eat it anyway

We’re not sure what’s in those boxes but we’ll eat it anyway. via Flickr user Robyn Lee

Sunset Park is the largest of Brooklyn’s Chinatowns. Yep, there’s more than one. Follow this guide and discover what to see, where to go and what to eat, and you’ll quickly fall in love with the bright and dizzying culture. Whether it’s the incredibly cheap produce or the inexpensive snacks, there is sure to be something that you’re going to want to purchase — but the people-watching and window -hopping game is strong in this neighborhood, so even just a couple bucks is enough to make a day of it. (more…)

01/02/13 7:55am
It's calling to you... photo via Facebook

It’s calling to you… photo via Facebook

Along with “eating all the sugared cereal I want,” playing video games all day without anyone telling you to go outside is one of the more popular fantasies about getting older and being independent, when you’re, say, eight. The problem with that one though is that video games are expensive. If only there was some way to make them cheaper… Oh wait, here’s one: a Groupon for $30 worth of credit for $15 at Chinatown Fair arcade. That was easy. (more…)

Taiwan Cucumbers

Taiwan Cucumbers. Photos by Hannah Rosenblum.

Chinese supermarkets are chock-full of delicious, inexpensive stuff—that we know from many a past meal. Still, for the uninitiated, between the hustle and bustle (and often questionable English signage), the stores can seem like impenetrable fortresses. You know that fuzzy squash-looking thing is cheap, but… what to do with it? We decided to head to a couple of Sunset Park’s staple supermarkets and see what we could find, and how to use the stuff back at home. We compared the prices with those at a couple cheap non-Chinese spots (our local C-Town and Key Food). Here’s what we found: (more…)

03/04/10 2:22pm
The author's roommate isn't pleased. Photos by Vanessa Velez.

The author's roommate isn't pleased. Photos by Vanessa Velez.

I have the utmost respect for my predominantly Chinese neighbors in the minimally gentrified nook of Sunset Park that I call home, but those feelings are not what drew me into the world of traditional meat drying. I was driven to investigate this little-understood foodway solely by pangs of curiosity and the stench of unemployment—not necessarily in that order.

Last winter, when I was gainfully employed, my roommate Peter and I moved into a brand new nondo. During the tour, Peter was spooked to discover that from the balcony above us hung damp slabs of meat offset by a faint glimpse of the Manhattan skyline. (more…)