I first fell in love with Shopsin’s from afar, while watching the brilliant documentary about Kenny Shopsin’s original diner in Greenwich Village called ”I Like Killing Flies” with my boyfriend in California.
When I found out I was staying an extra day in New York last week to interview with Jeffrey Steingarten (which is another story for another time — over a multi-course meal far away from the Internet, perhaps) I knew I had to pay the place a visit.
This freed me up to get the Mo’ Betta, two giant mac n’ cheese pancakes with eggs and maple bacon in the middle. And yes, it was just as incredible and faintly heart-attack inducing as it sounds.
Though Shopsin’s has since relocated to a stall in the Essex Street market (and seemingly relaxed their rigid rules, at least about takeout, which was actually weirdly disappointing to me), the food is just as wild and the Shopsin family still just as thrilling to see (Kenny shuffled out of the kitchen at one point, and it was as though I was seeing a celebrity.)
Here, a bit of his wisdom that has stuck with me since watching:
I'm a Canadian journalist with a serious crush on America. After five years of falling in love with Boston and Los Angeles, I've self-deported back to the Great White North. And yes, I've been eating my feelings the whole way.