I feel like when you cook or bake yourself, to find a restaurant that serves “home cooked” tasting food is near impossible. No matter how hard you try, it tastes, “store made.” It never seems to have that made from scratch feel, at least in my opinion.
It sucks, because when you are exhausted, seem to have had the longest week of your life, and just want to have a quiet weekend in the country, sometimes you don’t want to have to cook. Yes, I find the act of chopping and standing in front of the stove soothing, but sometimes, when you hit that sheer exhaustion point you want to heat some grub up and hit the couch, hard.
For all the Hamptons seemingly lined pockets, and New Yorkers who only expect the best in their culinary food, I must say the East End is lacking. Desperately in need of some decent restaurants, and even more decent to go joints would be an under statement. That is why, I thank all that is holy for Mattituck’s Goodfood.
Now, Mattituck is not necessarily the “Hamptons”, it’s part of the North Fork, which I’ve written about here before. I find the North Fork soothing, it calms my nerves in some yester-year way. So after a week or two of having my nerves shot in the city, I found myself ambling about on a windy-cold Saturday in the North Fork.
There, the pre-couch necessities stands, Goodfood. Goodfood is what I wish the Hamptons had. What I wish I had for a personal chef, quite honestly. Home cooked, made with love yumminess. They had a mac n cheese there, that I literally could not make eye contact with.
So what do I drive forty-five minutes for when I’m exhausted in hurricane Joaquin? Empanadas and crab cakes. Now, it’s not to say they don’t have more, they do. But, I find a good crab cake one of the hardest things to find. So when we discovered the perfectly crabby-peppery crab cake here, I can not not order it. That, and the empanadas. Oh my empanadas.
I’ve never like empanadas. This has always been a wonder to me, it made no sense. I love pierogies, can murder a dumpling, and my love for samosa’s knows no bounds. So why wouldn’t I therefore love empanadas? I’ll tell you why. Too much dough, always too much dough. One of my best friends always orders them at a restaurant in the city called, Yerba Buena. I always want to get on board, but I always find myself saying, “they’re ok.” The empanada lady at the farmer’s market? I want to devour hers. But, last time I got a sample I literally had to spit it out. So why am I dedicating so much time to the subject of empanadas? Because people, these are the best I’ve ever had, and I’m assuming, what an empanada should taste like. Light fluffy crust, with just a bit of crunch. When you bite into it, oozing hot yummy inside. The last one I had was the spinach–feta. Perfect amount of cheese to vegetable ratio. It needed no dipping sauce and was devoured in the car, before I even put it into reverse. Goodfood has tons of mouth-watering meals and snacks, like sandwiches, soups and pastries to make any baker weep. If you are ever on the East End, or even an hour within the North Fork, Goodfood is seriously worth the drive. You can load up whilst there, have snacks on the drive home, and binge on the couch. Not that I’ve ever done that before;)