The boy had never walked the Brooklyn Bridge, so I made him cross it this past Sunday to catch the sunset he wanted to see the night before. Halfway across the bridge, the McDonald's he'd had on his way out of Bayside caught up with him: soda and coffee toyed with his bladder and I was hungry so we decided to find somewhere to eat close by. Yay for the Yelp app!
Actually, I had neglected to notice Noodle Pudding was cash-only, and we almost missed the restaurant like other reviewers, because the address and establishment sign are inside the restaurant instead of outside...please explain yourself, Noodle Pudding. We were seated, I opened the menu, rifled through my wallet, and then waited for Scott to come back from the bathroom to ask him if he had cash on him. Back to the smartphones we went. We left without a word, and wandered back in a half hour later. The host greeted us, "You're back!"
"Yeah, we had to go to the bank."
"In Manhattan?"
The nearest Chase ATM is at the Duane Reade on Court (the actual, ornate Chase branch on Montague was impossible to get into despite its beckoning blue ATM light). Capital One was nowhere to be found, so I paid for dinner. We tipped a little extra, because I didn't feel like asking for a 5 and singles to break my 10 in change, which is fine since our waiter acted as a living water fountain and we are very thirsty people, and service was prompt and courteous.
We cracked open the menu a second time, and realized we had little to no idea what we were looking at...and Noodle Pudding's spelling is questionable sometimes. The waiter asked if we needed some help, and I informed him I don't eat pigs or cows - he walked me very quickly through the entire menu. Once in a while, though, I delight in being boring as can be. I love a good, interesting meal, but food doesn't always have to be out of the ordinary to hit that magical sweet spot. The preamble is to prepare you for the fact that after all that, I ordered Capelli D'Angelo Al Pomodoro, otherwise known as angelhair in tomato sauce. With a sandstorm's dusting of Parmesan, I was a happy girl. This was after I ate 5/6 of the bread and olive oil. Scott was more adventurous and got the fettucine with mussels, clams, and shrimp. He was full, I had finished off my entire pasta dish, but I couldn't shake the craving for dessert.
The host found us first. Did Noodle Pudding have a dessert menu? Why yes, would we like to see it? Of course. The waiter: "There are no pigs and cows on this menu, by the way." Haha, okay. We opted to split the hazelnut gelato and the espresso chocolate cake, which must have been flourless because it was closer to a delicious fudge than a real cake, rich with coffee. The hazelnut gelato was flavorful and wonderfully nutty, but I wonder if it took a minute too long to be served (or if the glass dish it was served in was still hot from its last cleaning) because it had melted along the edges more than I thought it would. We heartily enjoyed both desserts anyway, and since I am now owed a dinner, I might find my way back over here again. read more