Veritasty: Truthfully Delicious

Nothing says "summer" like a nice cold beer and something yummy to eat with it.  I'll admit: I used to not be a fan of beer, but my palette has since changed in favor of a good brew every once in a while.  We may not be beer connoisseurs, but we've done a couple of of homemade and professional beer tastings, enough for me to start to really appreciate a good beer. And that's precisely what's on the menu for this Edible Manhattan event this week, Good Beer.  It will be a smorgasbord of all different beers paired with delicious and diverse foods from New York restaurants.   Just a preview of what's to come: fan-favorites from Brooklyn Brewery, Veritasty's favorite Crabbie's Ginger Beer, a selection of exciting ciders, and definitely some tasty beers that await discovery!  To punctuate every sip, we'll also have kati rolls from The Kati Roll Company, tangy and terrific sweets from Steve's Key Lime Pies, and always-delicious bites th

Guys, listen up: I have had the best pretzel in my life.  Not in any German bierhall, not from a dirty water hot dog street cart.  The title of Prize Pretzel belongs to Pier A Harbor House down in Battery Park. Pier A is a revamped old pier jutting out into the Hudson River.  There is a spacious beer hall on the first floor and a fine dining room upstairs. We grabbed a seat by the huge open windows overlooking the water (and I got the scare of my life when a big wave crashed into the dock below us and nearly sprayed water through the open window!).  First, we ordered a big pretzel and I was dismayed at the price: $12!? This had better be some good pretzel.  We also got some beer, fish and chips (for Alex), and a truffle chicken salad sandwich (for me).  Needless to say, the food was delicious and I'd gladly go back to Pier A to eat, drink, and be merry. Let's talk about this blue-ribbon pretzel.  It's probably more than a foot wide, with thick, dark b

Does anyone else out there get cravings for chicken wings?  I haven't met a chicken wing I didn't like.  I have a vivid memory of my best friend Jackie's birthday party back in middle school when her dad made a giant platter of homemade fried chicken wings and I devoured my weight in poultry that day.  My dad used to work in a restaurant in Chinatown that was famous for their chicken wings, which tasted like they were basted in just a hint of soy sauce: the flavor is obviously not unique since I've had lots of Korean fried chicken with soy/garlic sauce, but this chicken from long ago was more subtle.  I haven't tasted anything like it ever since it shuttered more than 10 years ago. One of the best places to have wings in Brooklyn is Kettle Black, a pub/sports bar in Bay Ridge.  We checked it out one hot summer day for a giant platter of chicken wings.  We shared an order of buffalo wings and an order of garlic Parmesan wings.  I wasn't quite expecting the