If this were an Outkast album, it’d be called SpottieOttieTikiDuckalicious.
Happy motherf**king Tuesday.
Say hey to Kings County Imperial, a charmer of a little Williamsburg Chinese spot that’ll throw open the doors tonight.
Those Williamsburg dates: always nice and laid-back. The light seems to hit everyone just right. The prawns have been turned into fries. That last one is specific to this spot. And somewhere, a potato sheds a single tear.
Let’s take a shot at the vibe here—early-20th-century-American-guy-making-some-kind-of-deal-in-a-Chinese-urban-center. Yes, that’s it. For you, no deals. Dates, as mentioned. Dates, dumplings, lotus-root salad (they grow Chinese vegetables out back) and family-style Sichuan-marinated duck.
But what of tiki cocktails, you ask? To which we reply, don’t worry, the Coco Palms is full of rum, blue curaçao, pineapple juice, Coco Lopez, macadamia-nut syrup and nutmeg.
And damned if the light doesn’t hit that just right, too.
Happy motherf**king Tuesday.
Say hey to Kings County Imperial, a charmer of a little Williamsburg Chinese spot that’ll throw open the doors tonight.
Those Williamsburg dates: always nice and laid-back. The light seems to hit everyone just right. The prawns have been turned into fries. That last one is specific to this spot. And somewhere, a potato sheds a single tear.
Let’s take a shot at the vibe here—early-20th-century-American-guy-making-some-kind-of-deal-in-a-Chinese-urban-center. Yes, that’s it. For you, no deals. Dates, as mentioned. Dates, dumplings, lotus-root salad (they grow Chinese vegetables out back) and family-style Sichuan-marinated duck.
But what of tiki cocktails, you ask? To which we reply, don’t worry, the Coco Palms is full of rum, blue curaçao, pineapple juice, Coco Lopez, macadamia-nut syrup and nutmeg.
And damned if the light doesn’t hit that just right, too.
