Blossom

Ah, the dangers of being rapacious participants in the city's food scene: we go out, we photograph, we take some notes, and then we go somewhere else, we photograph, we take some notes, and meals pile up and meld together and slip from the mind.

Case in point: Blossom, the perennial favorite all-veg restaurant in Chelsea, which we visited months ago. Our recollections have dimmed, but we do recall the cool crunch of the sweet potato rolls, the gentle spice of the black-eyed pea cake with chipotle aioli, the surprising heartiness of the pistachio and pepper-dusted tofu, and the roasted richness of the African peanut stew. If only we'd had some gingko biloba. 

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