The Fat Radish | NYC

In the centre of "Chinatown meets LES" there is a restaurant called The Fat Radish! The Lower East Side (LES) is a little bit of a mystery to me and it feels like a rough diamond yet to be fully discovered! So did I really want to go there? But in one of my nyc guides I trust, Petite Passport.

So this is what happened. On our first night of our trip we took a dive into the unknown and we discovered this hidden gem. The Fat Radish has a bright clean glass facade that stands out in the slightly deserted neighborhood. First impression: hip, trendy, cool, white, wood, cozy, ideal. And my beaus's first impression: thank god the chairs have a back! After a few moments I could even hear hallelujah bells! If the food was as good as the decor than this was a match made in heaven. What makes The Fat Radish so interesting is the fact that they are not trying to be too hip or too trendy. You know the places I am talking about: you walk inside and all the hipsters and models are screening you: do you have the right cheek bones, are you wearing the right bag, is she from the Upper East Side? Nope even the Opening Ceremony kind of staff of the Fat Radish is uber perfect. 

And then I realized I was in bloggers heaven. Taking photos amongst the hip and trendy has become fairly forbidden in nyc. But at this place I killed 2 birds with 1 stone: I was permitted to take pictures and the light came straight down from bloggers heaven. Oh and what about THE FOOD. One problem: I am a food novice. My english is pretty good but most of the time I am clueless about the menus. Besides that I have no idea what is going on in the magnificent world of foodies. So what does a novice order: chicken (no idea how to say it with fancy food words)? play it safe mama. The food and the drinks were pure perfection. Never did I have a better chicken in my life: sweet, soft and ultra flavored with the best aromas in the world. Let me critique the food with a famous belgian expression: the food is like an angel that is peeing on your tongue. Yes it was that damn good. 


PS please do not judge our nation by this expression. 

check out The Fat Radish and Petite Passport