Restaurant Review – Waffle Cafe

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Intrigued by an article I read in the local newspaper about a new breakfast place in my hometown of New Rochelle, NY, I invited my lifelong friend, Joellen, to join me at the Waffle Cafe.

On a cold, crisp Saturday morning, we headed out and finally found parking after a third go round seeking a spot that wasn’t illegal. It was 10:00 am when we walked into the Waffle Café and selected a small table by the window. The interior was fun, funky and bright; even the menus were bright and quirky. We felt a good vibe from the other, mostly younger than us, patrons. We waited for someone to take our order, but that was not to be. A very nice young man who would also serve as our waiter, New Rochelle resident Christopher Hinchey, came over and advised us that we needed to order at the counter, receive an order number and then have our order delivered via a waiter. Christopher was very friendly, patient and adorable. I wouldn’t be surprised if the young ladies go to Waffle Café to see Christopher first and then get breakfast!

Joellen and I made a good choice in ordering cappuccinos as they were very tasty. I believe most of you would agree that there is nothing like a great cuppa to start breakfast off on the right note.

We then decided to share a Breakfast Overload Sandwich (Turkey sausage, egg, cheese, and hash browns) and the Old Fashioned Waffle (plain waffle with powdered sugar). The Breakfast Overload Sandwich came on a waffle — what joy! The egg was cooked exactly as we requested, and the waffle was served with syrup that tasted like the REAL DEAL….no skimping on the good stuff. One of my biggest pet peeves is being served a blob of something yellow that resembles butter or margarine, so I give them two thumbs up for providing REAL butter pats!

Our bill was extremely reasonable at only $21. Except for driving around three times for a parking spot, our visit to the Waffle Café earned an A+. Heads up: arrive early if you plan on dining there, because by the time we left, people were waiting outside the door! We ran into a New Rochelle police officer I happen to know, and he said the Waffle Café had become the police officers’ new go-to place for breakfast and lunch. That alone told me the Waffle Café is the new cool place to be!

Waffle Café, 618 North Avenue, New Rochelle, NY 10801 (914) 881-3374

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Breakfast Review – Comfi

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During this summer I visited a good friend and her husband on the New Jersey shore. While on my visit, we ventured out for breakfast at a local restaurant, “Comfi”,in Belmar,NJ.

Of all the breakfast reviews I have done with friends, this time I made my friends feel very uncomfortable. My ordering of my breakfast is a close second to the way “Sally” from the movie, “When Harry met Sally” ordered her food in restaurants. K and M, as I will refer to my friends in this breakfast review, since no names will be used in this article, just initials, to conceal their identities and to protect the innocent.

We were served a cup of good, but strong coffee. K, not a coffee drinker, ordered a large glass of OJ, which was so good, he had a second glass. The place was very welcoming with many signs hanging throughout the restaurant with various thought provoking sayings
to entertain yourself while waiting to be served. Our waitress, Christina, was friendly, efficient and happy. Whenever a waitress or waiter comes to my table with a big smile, that is always a great beginning to an enjoyable meal. .

This past year or so, I have been ordering a big breakfast and taking home half for my husband to eat at a later time. This has worked out great for both of us. I am an early riser and go out with friends for a 9:00 am breakfast. Half the time my husband is still in bed. He always is happy when he gets up to see what leftovers I brought home for him. So, it was my intention to do the same on this morning as I was leaving for home immediately after breakfast at Comfi.

M ordered scrambled eggs,potatoes and toast,which she thoroughly enjoyed. K and I ordered the same breakfast – “I am still Undecided Breakfast” – (the name of the entrée) which was a sampler dish that included French toast, pancakes, eggs, choice of meat and breakfast potatoes. All this for $11.95! Well, this was the biggest breakfast I have ever seen. It must have been 3 scrambled eggs, 2 tremendous pancakes, a mountain of potatoes, a large piece of French toast and bacon. It seemed like this one breakfast could have been shared by 3 people. Let me just add that they had real maple syrup, and real butter pats, always a plus for me. Everything was delicious and K took home leftover potatoes, while I took home almost the whole meal for my husband. The breakfast potatoes were cooked perfectly, nice crunch on the outside and soft potato on the inside. All in all, it was an A plus breakfast experience.

K and M you are safe now to go back to Comfi’s for breakfast. Even if I was tortured, I wouldn’t reveal your real names, or would I?

Comfi, 707 Main Street, Belmar, New Jersey 07719
(732) 749-3583

Mom’s Cookbook

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I love cookbooks. My collection of recipes is ridiculous. The collection started in high school, from a co-worker at a part-time job after school. I worked at an accounting office during tax season after school and on the weekends. One day, Tess, a tax consultant brought in this amazing sour cream coffee cake. To this day, Tess’s recipe, handwritten on a piece of paper from the tax office is still part of my collection of recipes. I was hooked from that day forward on collecting and trying recipes. Tess’s recipe was the first but not the last. Now, I read a cookbook, make a copy of the recipes I want to try and then donate the book to the local library. Not all of the books, thank goodness get donated.

Recently, I took a good look at all the recipes I have accumulated over the years. I felt overwhelmed by how many cookbooks and cut out recipes I have. I decided to purge the cookbooks and get rid of most of my collection.

Autographed cookbooks are here to stay, that’s a given. There are a few that I still enjoy going through again and again, but the majority will be donated. This task of getting rid of my cookbooks isn’t easy for me but slowly I am getting it done. Then a miracle happened. To my surprise, I found my mom’s 1951 The American Family Cookbook. Inside, she had cut out magazine and newspaper recipes with check marks next to recipes she must have tried. Not only did she save recipes but a there was a four-page article on wine and a cocktail guide using Sambuca. Mom did love her cocktails! Mom and Dad were great entertainers and good cooks, both of them. Many a party, holiday, and Sunday dinner was at our house. Of course we had a bar in the basement where all the adults gather and I guess those cocktail recipes came in handy.

Among her handwritten recipes I found how to make meatballs and sauce. This must have been told to her by my gramma, my dad’s mom. It was common in my mother’s generation, to receive recipes from their Italian husbands’ mothers. I know my mom and her sisters, all married to Italian men, got instructions from their mother-in-laws. The hand-written recipes are the icing on the cake for someone like me who loves to collect recipes. Nothing could be more precious and priceless than finding my mom’s recipe cookbook and handwritten recipes. For me finding this cookbook and her recipes, was my mom telling me – I am still here with you. What better joy is there than that!

Ricotta Pecan Coffee Cake

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Ricotta Pecan Coffee Cake

  • Servings: 8
  • Difficulty: Easy
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2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon salt

1 1/ 2 cup butter, softened

3/ 4 cup sugar

2 eggs

1 cup ricotta cheese


1 cup brown sugar

1 cup chopped pecans

1 1/ 2 tablespoon cinnamon

1 teaspoon nutmeg


1/ 2 cup sweetened and salted whole pecans

Powdered sugar


  • Grease lightly the bottoms of 2 8-inch baking pans, then line with parchment paper.
  • Beat the butter and sugar until fluffy. Add the eggs and ricotta cheese. In a separate bowl, sift together the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
  • Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and continue beating until well blended. Batter will be thick.
  • Pour 1/ 2 of the batter into lined baking pans equally and evenly.
  • Combine the brown sugar, chopped pecans, cinnamon and nutmeg. Sprinkle 1/ 2 of the topping over the top of the cake batter. Repeat another layer of batter and topping.
  • Lastly, press lightly the sweetened and salted whole pecans on top.
  • Refrigerator uncovered for 1 hour.
  • Oven to 350 degrees. Bake cakes for 40 to 50 minutes. Test center with a toothpick for doneness. Cool completely.
  • Optional – Before serving, sprinkle top with powdered sugar for decoration.  
  • ENJOY! – Best coffee cake with ricotta cheese ever!

This recipe came about because of two reasons. Reason number one, an unexpected guest was coming on Sunday for coffee at around 11:30 am and it was already 9:00 am. Reason number two, I found all of the ingredients handy in my refrigerator including just the right amount of ricotta needed. The topping of sweetened and salted whole pecans was a total last minute thought that turned out to be a great addition. Sometimes you have to be quick on your feet when it comes to entertaining at the last minute. I am always up to the challenge of whipping up something, even if it isn’t all homemade.

Years ago, my husband mentioned to me, last minute, that he invited some of his family over for dinner because they would happen to be in our neighborhood, in a few hours. I had no idea what I would serve; then like a drill sergeant, I started barking commands to the family. To my husband, “Get the dining room table pulled out and set up the room so I can serve buffet style.” To my son, who was driving at the time, “I need you to go to Price Club and buy two bags of frozen stuffed shells and one bag of frozen ready made meatballs.” There is always homemade spaghetti sauce in my freezer and I had everything to make a salad. The menu for dinner for about 15 people altogether was two trays of stuffed shells, a pot of meatballs in sauce, a tray of salad and Italian bread. When the family arrived for dinner, it was as if a tornado had touched down in my house and whipped up all the food into a cyclone and took it away. They came, they ate, they left. Nothing but a few meatballs at the bottom of a pot of sauce was left standing. When you use your own homemade sauce, everything you serve with it tastes ten times better. Don’t sweat the small stuff, so what if I didn’t make an elaborate dinner, I made dinner and in a short amount of time no less. That is what is important at the end of the day. Dinner was served.

Mangia, and the whole world Mangias with you!

Pancetta and Brussels Sprouts Risotto

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1/2 pound Brussels Sprouts
1 cup Arborio rice
2 tablespoons olive oil
1/2 onion, chopped
3 ounces pancetta, chopped
16 ounces chicken broth
1/4 white wine

Romano cheese grated

1. Remove the outer leaves and stems of the Brussels sprouts, rinse with water and cut in half (If very large Brussels sprouts, cut into quarters), set aside.
2. Meanwhile, in a medium pot, bring chicken broth to a boil. Gently put the Brussels sprouts into the boiling chicken broth. Cook for 3 to 5 minutes. With a small strainer, remove the
Brussels sprouts to a bowl and set aside. Keep the chicken broth to use when preparing the risotto.
3. In a large frying pan, add the olive oil and onion, saute until tender. Add the pancetta and cook a few minutes more, until golden. Add the Arborio rice to the pan and cook until
lightly toasted, continuously stirring while cooking. Add the white wine and continue cooking until the wine is absorbed.
4. With a ladle, spoon the chicken broth in the pan one ladle at a time until the liquid is absorbed before adding another ladle of chicken broth. Continue Until you have the last ladle of
chicken broth to add, then put the Brussels sprouts in the pan at the same time as the last ladle of chicken broth. Cook until rice is al dente, 10 to 15 minutes.
5. At this time taste the risotto, if a bit too hard, cook a few more minutes until more tender.
6. Serve immediately, garnishing with grated Romano cheese on top.
7. ENJOY! – “Risotto” is the new rice!

This recipe is one that originally came to me from an email newsletter I subscribe to called Sunday Pasta, which sends different recipes for Sunday dinner.
The website is

The combination of Brussels sprouts and pancetta in risotto piqued my interest enough to attempt to prepare this recipe. But the recipe was for twice the amount then I wanted to make, so I took the liberty of adjusting the ingredient amounts to half. My preference was to use chicken broth and Romano cheese in my version of the recipe and I eliminated the pepper.

The traditional Sunday dinner is disappearing from my own family’s dinners. Sunday dinner was sacred at one time. Dinner time was late afternoon, no one played with their cell phones and the meal would last for 3 hours. Whether dinner was at home or at an Italian restaurant it was never rushed. Just a few weeks ago, I tried to plan for my kids and grandkids to come to a Sunday dinner at our house in the upcoming weeks. Well, Sunday will not work out because of prior commitments, but Saturday will work. At this point, I am thrilled to have the family for dinner no matter what day of the week it is. Times are different but the value of sitting down to a meal together with generations of family remains the same. Of course, Sunday Pasta will be served!

Christmas Traditions

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Christmas traditions are what make the holidays memorable. Whether it’s the seven fishes dinner on Christmas Eve with family, opening presents Christmas morning together, attending church the same time every year or making handmade Christmas ornaments for the tree, all of these traditions make for some wonderful memories to cherish.

Ever since I became a gramma, I wanted to cook and bake with my grandchildren. My granddaughter, Mackenzie, really enjoys baking. ChiChi (her nickname) and I started the tradition of baking Christmas cookies together when she was about four years old and we continued to do it every year. Mackenzie, now eleven years old, gets to pick which cookie she wants us to bake together. Her choice this year was Aunt Ellia’s butter cookies (you can find the recipe on Somebody’s Mom) and peanut butter cookies.

ChiChi, I hope you want to bake cookies with me every year, no matter how old you get. May you carry on the tradition of Christmas cookie baking with your family one day and remember fondly our time together spent in the kitchen.

This Christmas tradition is one that warms my heart as much as the oven warms the kitchen.

Breakfast Review – Little Crepe Street

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A few months ago, my good friend, Linda, and I planned a get together for brunch. Linda lives in Connecticut and I live in Westchester.  Our go to meeting place is Mt. Kisco because it is in-between as far as distance goes for both of us.

Mt. Kisco is a great town. There are stores for shopping and more places to eat then we realized.  Searching the internet for places to eat in Mt. Kisco was a bit overwhelming at first until the Little Crepe Street caught my eye.  Crepes were very popular years ago and I was very happy to relive a blast from the past.

When we first walked into the Little Crepe Street, we both thought it was interesting to say the least. There is a counter and they prepare the crepes right in front of you.  The décor is very bohemian looking, and comfortable.  We both needed to use the rest room and were told it is in the Little Kabab Station next door.  Mind you, a doorway size opening between the restaurants joins both restaurants together.  The one restroom was for both men and women and had graffiti painted on the door.  Linda was braver than I was and used the restroom first.  Her experience told me to wait for another restroom.  It was more like a janitor closet that served as restroom.  It was a bit crowded in there with the bucket and mop and other cleaning products.  Maybe it was there temporarily on that day.  Let’s hope so.  My suggestion is do not drink too much of anything while visiting the Little Crepe Street or next door at the Little Kabab Station.

Our waiter, Enwer, was seasoned, experienced and knowledgeable. He was helpful with suggestions when Linda asked about the many different choices of healthy drinks listed on the menu.  Linda chose the “Power To Do More” juice, which consisted of carrot, apple, beet, ginger and celery.  Linda enjoyed it so much, she took a to-go cup to bring the remaining juice with her to finish.

Linda ordered a veg crepe, which consisted of zucchini/peppers/onions/spinach/mushrooms and gruyere cheese. I ordered the chicken spinach crepe, which was made with chicken/spinach/onions/ goat cheese and béchamel sauce.  Linda and I split and shared the two crepes.  Both were amazing and we were delighted we came.  Our bill came to $32.75, without tip, which was average for brunch.

Definitely going back to the Little Crepe Street Restaurant for the crepes and nostalgia, just not the restroom!

Little Crepe Street, 29 East Main Street, Mt. Kisco, NY 10549

(914) 242-0200