Wayla, Wayan, Wayo. Confusing times for Google these days. Most confusing since Ilili, Leyla, Lilia, and Laila. I’m not making any of this up. These are all names of restaurants in NYC that sound and spell alike, and some of them opened around the same time. Naming your restaurant is as important as naming your child. I remember spending countless of bathroom hours looking at baby names before finally finding the one that clicked. Its such a great feeling! Until she says no and puts you in your place. “Ugly Baby” should be a lesson to all future owners as that perfect name that is both meaningful, and easy to remember.
Restaurant owners should get into the habit of Googling the names before settling. Wayla opened close to a year ago, yet when I Google it I still get “did you mean Wayan”. Maybe Google simply figured me out, and tried to warn me. Its not far fetched AI to build an algorithm that will match you with the correct restaurants. But there’s not much AI can do to stop them from over-frying the noodles. For now.
Wayla, considered by some one of the best Thai in the city, still feels super buzzy today. Hence difficult to reserve, even though their website hints the opposite. “We accept a limited amount of reservations each evening and welcome walk-ins”. What that really means is.. “you see those two at the uncomfortable bar that looked like they havnt seen each other in decades and have much to talk about? As soon as they are done, we’ll text you. Meanwhile, go to REI and buy something you dont need”. I was surprised to learn that all tables are reserved, not just a select amount.
Much as been said and written about the Moo Sarong, fried noodle-wrapped meatballs that requires a unique set of skills possessed by only one person in the city. His name is Liam John Neeson. Its essentially one noodle wrapped around a pork meatball and if the noodle breaks in the process, you need to start all over. In Thailand this forgotten dish got a life boost after it was featured on a soap opera, but only the wealthy can afford to have this labor intensive dish. And here we are, eating it in a Lower East Side basement for 9 bucks. Spoiler alert: Its not good.
Its tough to criticize an appetizer that costs $9, but I’ll do my best. The balls are fried to such a crisp that none of the ingredients shine. It doesnt taste like anything really. After the meal, I looked at Insta to see if the colors matched my darker than expected, and saw 50 shades of brown. I can only guess ours spent an extra 30 seconds in the fryer. Its $1.50 a pop (you get 6 balls). For $1.50 you can get a nice plate of dumplings in every corner nearby. The Chicken Satay ($15) special however was more like it. Bulky, meaty skewers with an abundant, nicely balanced peanut sauce.
The crab fried rice ($24) is one of the better ones I’ve had. Heaps of chunky crab, albeit as expected for the price of a main course. The problem with this dish is that there are other attractive noodle/rice dishes on the menu forcing a carb fest. But I’ll make it easier for you. Skip the other signature, Lobster Pad Thai ($36) . The sweet, peanuty flavor of the noodles just doesnt play well with the other dishes and its just an ok use of expensive lobster. Its a far cry from Wayan’s terrific lobster noodles a couple of blocks away. Should have listened to Google I suppose.
The saving grace was a fried Branzino ($31). Normally I wouldnt order fried Branzino in any restaurant but the preparation here was intriguing. The fish is deboned, flash fried, and cut into cubes. While I found it much more aromatic than Mrs Z (meaning the fish, not her. She smelled like Orchids and white Alba truffles). The fresh herbs and spices was more like the best of Thai on a plate. The Mango Mousse Sticky Rice was good but could have used some cowbell. By that I mean something like coconut milk to give it another layer.
Wayla
100 Forsyth St (Basement, Grand/Broome), Lower East Side
Rating: One Z (out of 4)
Stars range from Good to Exceptional. Simple as that
Recommended Dishes: Branzino, Chicken Satay
I’m starting to get the hang of this. Rediscovering the borough of Queens. My friend Howard moving to Jackson Heights was just the excuse I didnt know I needed. It really feels like a different world out there. Or 160 different worlds to be exact. From the price, warm hospitality, to dishes I’ve never heard of. Its a foodie wonderland. Highlights so far include a standout crab Ramen at the new Japan Corner, a grocery store in Woodside hosting rotating chefs from Japan. And Thai Cook at iCook, or “iCook Thai Cook” according to Google, sort of a restaurant within a restaurant. I’ve been plotting a return trip to that one ever since.
Considering I eat mostly in Manhattan, I’m all inspired to include prices here, like other

Next month I’m turning 50, and this one feels different. It almost feels like I need to make some lifestyle changes, or at least make a list of things I need to accomplish. Do I need to take a pottery class or something? Is there a manual for this? Age is just a number, until its not. At 50, you start remembering hockey player’s dads. At 50, if you go to Toro on Valentine’s Day, everyone around you including the staff will be half your age. At 50, you are the only one at Toro who doesnt get a bread basket. Smart! No bread for you!

Before I visit a new place I like to spend some time perusing their website. It paints a picture, and often tells the story. I love a good story, but they are getting increasingly rare in corporate NYC.

My last Anguilla post of the season. Although I seem to discuss Jacala often on various social media sites including this blog, it occurred to me that I never actually wrote a post about it. Its only arguably Anguilla’s best. While Hibernia may be the best overall experience, Ember the most well rounded destination, Jacala has the best food. I can see many island regulars nodding in approval while reading this, while some shaking profusely. Dont worry latter group, I got you covered too, albeit with a thin layer of sugar.
On paper, these are my favorite kind of owners. The fully present ones. They oversee every aspect of the operation the entire time they are there. Shmoozing with a customer for 30 minutes is not fully present. While Alain is busy in the kitchen, Jacques is running the front, taking every order, and even has time to prepare Martha Stewart’s favorite steak tartare, table side. He will also tell you if you order items that dont exactly mesh. Its a level of service you just dont see very often.
Simply put, every single dish we’ve had at Jacala ever was outstanding. That creates all sorts of challenges when you order, choosing between the proven and the new. Its hard to pass on the magnificently fresh, and expertly crafted Tuna Tartare for example. Or the stupendously moist and flavorful chicken breast rolled around lobster, chicken mousse, and served over lobster sauce. The latter has been pretty much on the menu since day one.
As we get older, mental lists get less and less effective. We start to forget things, and sometimes get in trouble as a result, especially with the spouse. The saving grace is an equally forgetful spouse, but not when she has different habits and writes everything down. 

A much needed update to the “Bread and Butter” of this blog. Seven year old Hell’s Kitchen Survival Guide still outperforming all other posts year after year. The Z-List and the Turks & Caicos page complete the top three. There are many sources for Hell’s Kitchen out there today but I truly believe this is still the most comprehensive and up to date of the bunch. Most HK guides written by people who dont spend much time there and/or dont really understand the area well. But enough about me…
Added to the list:
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to write posts like this considering everything that’s going on in the world today. Fires in Australia, mayhem in Iran, Hong Kong, impeachment, and this dude is writing about some beach in Anguilla. But this is a place worth writing about. And as I get older and wiser its becoming more and more clear that in this fragile world, a beach and even looking at pictures of a beach (which I dont do enough) has crazy healing powers. Numerous recent studies
Rendezvous Bay (special shutout to the person who invented copy and paste) simply put is the perfect beach. Just like most such beaches, you may not find it at its best behavior when you first see it. The winds can get too strong, and sometimes it may feel deserted for a reason. When we first saw it four years ago we werent impressed. But after spending a week at what looks like its best side, we understood. It’s one of the most walkable, most swimmable, and most perfect size beaches we’ve seen. But most of all, its almost empty! From my vantage point, best seat in the theater, one person walking by every 20 minutes. It’s one of the best sheer beauty to people ratio in the Caribbean.
One of the cool things about this bay is the lack of hotels. You got CuisinArt in the west as the lone major resort, and a few boutique hotels. One of which is the reason for the post.