I Want to Tell You About the Lamb
Flushing is one of those great parts of Queens where you could boot a blindfolded person out of the back of your car and ask them to guess what country they’re in. China would be a good guess. Korea, also acceptable. In Jackson Heights and Corona, you might say Colombia, Mexico, Peru, with splashes of the Philippines.
Some people don’t have a taste for all that variety. Give them meat and potatoes, not carne y papas. I recently ended a three-year stay in Meat & Potatoes America. There were other lures: mountains, desert, towering trees, wide-open spaces. Nice place to visit, but we woke up to find ourselves living there.
Which brings us to the lamb.
This is it:
Muslim Lamb at Fu Run in Flushing
A full and colorful explanation can be found at The Girl Who Ate Everything, a wonderful title for a blog and so much more appealing a subject than kicking a hornets nest. What you need to know about the Muslim Lamb is that it is indescribably sensational. With the first bite, the sensations unleashed in my taste facilities made me think of landing on a small island, hunting down a corpulent, surprisingly fierce beast and roasting it on the beach encrusted in a paste of hallucinogenic seeds and herbs.
Which brings me to urban density and why I came screaming back to New York. According to this article in The New York Times, I am a Vietnamese chef, or at least I think like one. The short version of the author’s treatise is, the more people in a community, the more chance for exotic delights like Not Meat & Potatoes. Increase the density several fold and you get places like Fu Run in Flushing, and the magical Muslim Lamb (which, as far as I can tell, has little or nothing to do with Islam).
Strangely, Fu Run and its many delicacies including, well …
Stomach or spine? So hard to choose
… can be found across Prince Street from the Bland Houses.
Escape to Fu Run when it gets too bland.