Oh, my tummy. In the latest installment of my Metromix Dollar Grub column, I take my appetite and gluttony north, to Manhattan's Washington Heights. From pasteles to fried chunks of pork fat and mysterious milky liquids, I have my fill -- and more. Curious? Eat it up!
Dollar Grub: Washington Heights
Previous
Previous
New York Press' Gut Instinct: A Chili in the Air
Next
Next
