Main Street, that bustling artery that courses through the heart of downtown Flushing, is known for many things: massage parlor touts, Chinese supermarkets, street food, apothecaries, and food courts to name a few. Other than the random fellow playing the Chinese fiddle, aka the erhu it is not especially known for street musicians. Thus my fascination wit this cat I saw blowing outside Roy’s No. 1 Beauty Salon.


The other day I happened upon a street art paradise in northern Astoria near 30th Avenue and 12th St. These are just three of the many whimsical pieces thrown up on walls and roll-down gates. All of them have a sensibility that’s more late 90s Soho than Five Points. By the way where is my banana?

Despite the container this is not a salad from Blimpie. It’s an order of jal muri,a delicious Bangladeshi chaat made streetside by a distinguished older gentleman who goes by the name Baul Daada. The combination of crunchy puffed rice, kala chana (black chickpeas) chopped tomatoes, cilantro, green chili paste, red onions, dried soybeans, cilantro, and spicy fried noodles is crunchy, spicy, and quite refreshing thanks to the addition of lemon juice and tamarind. Find Baul Daada at 73 St. near 37th Ave., Jackson Heights, from 5 p.m. to 11 p.m. daily.

The food offerings at Rockaway Beach these days would leave the Ramones scratching their heads: fish tacos, lobster rolls, Venezuelan hot dogs. One of the newest entrants to the beach’s gourmet grub scene is Surf Sushi (Beach 96th St.) Taka Terashita makes some fine sushi including spicy tuna rolls and the Rockaway Beach Roll (smoked salmon, tuna, avocado, spicy mayo, and yuzokosho). Better yet ask him for an omakase like this inside out roll consisting of fluke and avocado topped with negi toro.

Eddies Sweet Shop (105-29 Metropolitan Ave.), the antediluvian ice cream parlor is one of my favorite spots for summertime refreshment. Sometimes I go for an ice cream sundae. More often than not though, I go for a product of artisanal soda jerksmanship, like the orange freeze, a shake that must surely be the inspiration for the Creamsicle. The other day I cooled off with a peach thick shake. Ah summer!

Hi this is Rego Park-based food scribe Joe DiStefano of World’s Fare. I love Queens because there is a seemingly infinite amount of characters, cultures, and cuisines around every corner. One of my favorite things is to dig into a dosa at the Ganesh Temple Canteen in Flushing (45-57 Bowne St.). Don’t be surprised to see Tumbls from me about the Kung Fu Laundromat and other only in Queens oddities.

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Queens’ rapping chef (or is that cheffing rapper) Action Bronson gets his Korean BBQ on at Woo Chon in Downtown Flushing.

In Tibet this lacy golden-brown disc is known as a bhulu. Crunchy, sweet, and buttery it calls to mind an Indian jalebi before it’s been anointed with sugar syrup. Bhulu are one of several Losar Khapsey, or Tibetan New Year Cookies. I found it at Gangjong Kitchen (72-24 Roosevelt Ave.), a newish spot in Himalayan Heights. Technically it’s an offering. This did not stop me from devouring this hubcap-sized treat in full sight of the Dalai Lama who peered down at me from the wall. Losar is tomorrow, so today is the last day to score a bulug. Don’t worry if you don’t get there today you can always come back for His Holiness’ birthday on July 6 to bag a bhulu.