The kind of attention being paid to ramp season has reached a fever pitch usually reserved for depraved celebrity gossip. Last season, after food blogger Augie enjoyed a pizza at Otto topped with ramps and a fried egg, several readers rushed over to the restaurant in attempt to order the same, and were promptly shut down by a noncompliant waitstaff. This year, Gothamist was shocked by a heaping side order of ramp greens at Telepan, and Grub Street is now reporting Mountain Sweet Berry Farm ramps have arrived at the market en masse; as ramps come to town, so goes the winter. Or something like that.
Results tagged “berryfarm”
This is the first in a weekly column exploring what is fresh in the city’s markets. For the next few months you can expect the focus to be on the various Greenmarkets around town. Who knows what will happen when the dark days of storage root vegetables arrive.
- A case of boysenberry jam and a bucket of Mrs. Knott's chicken from Knott's Berry FarmThis is like a big FU, implying that we have no sun and beachy good times and can't sing have a theme song by Phantom Planet. Gothamist wonders who gets the swimwear and surfboard when NYC will collect the booty - we really don't want to be forced into seeing some Mayor B photo op where he's in swimwear...though wiping out on a surfboard is another matter entirely. And will his staff act from The O.C. script - clearly, Mayor B would be Caleb Nichols.

Dennis Crowley, Founder of Dodgeball.com



