One thing I love about urban life is the plethora of ethnic cuisines you can try, at nearly every street corner. What I love even more is when I have a friend whose ties to their motherland are way more recent than mine (pretty sure all of my ancestors were in the U.S. by 1850 or so…), and can therefore show me the ropes of a cuisine I haven’t yet tried — as Mariez did with Filipino food at Krystal’s Cafe 81 (7th Street, between 1st and 2nd Avenues).
The restroom at Krystal’s Cafe 81 is all black. The only digression from that theme, in fact, unless you count the toilet paper and paper towels, are the brown wood doors. Oh, and the floor is gray (but isn’t gray just light black?), which gives your eyes a bit of a break from the black toilet and sink, and the black marbled tile all over the walls. The toilet and sink, in addition to being the unusual black color, are also very angular — this is particularly interesting with the toilet (notice the sharp angles around the base, which are mirrored on the tank, but that you can’t really see in the photo).
We ordered the sizzling sisig (chopped pork belly and liver with egg), and gollygeewhiz was that a fried heart attack served up on a platter. Phew. Awesome and delicious, but you can eat that only once in a lifetime, I think, without subtracting years off your life. The rest of my meal wasn’t memorable — I think I had something traditional, like chicken adobo — but I do remember Mariez eating a whole fried fish that came with banana-flavored ketchup; whole fish freak me out. Filipino cuisine, at least in NYC, is too greasy to be one of my favorite types of food, but I’m glad I tried it.
Restroom Rating: [rating=2]