We again ate at Tibetan Yak (Roosevelt Avenue between 72nd and 73rd Street, Jackson Heights Queens extremely close to E, F, R, 7 trains)). Plenty of room (no one else there) and quiet, peaceful. Superb lamb curry, deep intense broth with handmade maltagliati noodles, bits of beef, spinach and radish, much more. The potato and spinach dish Jim adores was on tonight and the buttersalt tea a revelation. All too wonderful. And how many of you will ever get to try it? So few patrons, undoubtedly they will close soon. The experience is like eating at Bo in its final days, knowing it would end soon. And so much ado about lesser places. . .
My own question - why a stellar and authentic Tibetan restaurant is ignored by those "in the know" - was answered to the point by a friend outside London. After pointing out that while Richard Gere and Philip Glass fuss over Tibet, their cuisine isn't "in" and will languish until the trend shifts. By then, the Yak will have closed.
Just had my fourth meal there tonight.
This is indeed a great restaurant, if you take it on its own terms (and forgive some slight inconsistency). "It's own terms" means kind of gristly beef, but I can't imagine they use prime cuts in Tibet, in any case. It tastes great. It works. It's authentic, exotic, and (most important) very very delicious.
Please, folks, a little legwork here. Bo closed, shall we let this one go as well? It's a block from an express stop of the E/F ("Jackson Hts, Roosevelt Ave"), three stops from midtown.
re: Jim Leff
Agreed that the food is delicious, and that it must be taken on its own terms. I had my second meal there this weekend -- I'm getting to really love that salted butter tea, but it's something I can't imagine craving in any other context besides Tibetan Yak. (Well, maybe if I was in Tibet...) The momo on the other hand are awesome without any appeal to context -- I could see wanting to be eating those dumplings almost anywhere.