Auspiciously, we were seated right away, and we ordered a round of beers and some edamame.
Overcome by the sort of silliness a spontaneous summer day affords you, our table soon descended into an all-consuming giggle pit.
Between fits of laughter and played-out bits, we came up for air only to snack on the warm pods, which arrived unexpectedly blistered by a grill, rather than blanched or steamed.
The pleasantly smoky exteriors yielded to beans that had retained some of those fire-kissed flavors.
There’s a certain bliss to blistered vegetables.
Locations:
Prospect, Yorker