Rangoon Spoon

This place just opened up, and we will definitely be returning. The samosas, pork belly with peppers and the drinks Burmese tea and tapioca drink in pic were all amazing. The soup was probably very authentic but I could t handle it. It had an unusual herb in it that made me taste “earth”. Waitstaff are not particularly attentive.

Great to see a Burmese restaurant in NYC! The place looks clean and is decorated well. Wish the mohinga came with more cilantro and a wedge of lime like how it's served in Myanmar. They have limited menu and opening hours right now.

Very good food. Reasonable prices and good service.

I got the mala pot and it was surprisingly delicious. It's a small place with friendly staff. There aren't that many options on the menu which I prefer because each dish gets a little more zing. Your soda options are coke or sprite. Diet Coke? You wish.

It's comfort food and it reminds me of what my mom would make while I was growing up. They also have some specialties that other Burmese restaurants in NYC doesn't offer. Needless to say, it's very authentic!

After a long day of exploring the glass bottle coast of Dead Horse Bay, Sally and I take the Q35 then the B3 into Gravesend. It's a short walk from the bus stop. We arrive a little early, maybe 6:15, on a Saturday evening. We are the only customers. A waiter stands patiently behind the counter. When I return from washing my hands, the appetizers have arrived: fried fishcakes for me and veggie spring rolls for her. The fishcakes are delicious: spongy and springy and the perfect vehicle for soaking up and integrating the tantalizing flavors of lime juice and fish sauce and chili. The spring rolls are good. Standard veggie spring rolls, probably not Burmese, but Sally had a hankering and who am I to judge? The main dishes come out shortly after. She gets the Shan tofu thoke and I get the kauk swe thoke. Both dishes are served cold. The shan tofu is cool and creamy, providing respite from the heat. The kauk swe thoke is superb. I pick up flavors of chili and lime and peanut. A woman comes in carrying roses and asks us if we'd buy one. I tell her I only have a card on me and have no cash. It's a blatant lie but she takes the hint and heads back out front where she meets with another woman carrying roses. They have a brief but heated salvo before darting away in opposite directions. We order the spicy lentil fritters and the Pashun fried rice and one falooda to share.The television is on and the news is saying that Brett Kavanaugh has been confirmed into the SCOTUS. Sally glares at the screen and gets up to use the restroom. Waiting for my friend to return I take out my phone and start browsing Instagram. I suddenly see a post that brings about an involuntary ejection of air from my mouth, mid faloodah consumption, causing the snakey pieces of gelatin to go slithering out of my mouth. It's from my ex, Rachel. A little curly-haired infant is sitting on her lap and she's holding hands with some guy. The caption says: Excited to announce that our little family of three is about to become a family of four. I immediately begin to panic. What is all this emotion? Jealousy? Relief? Sally gets back and the next portion of the meal is served. The lentil fitters have a pleasant curry powder flavor and come with a sweet red sauce. The Pashu fried rice is okay. The pickled mustard greens are the saving grace of the dish because they add heat and sourness into the mix as well as a nice crunch. I go back to eating my kauk swe thoke, really scooping it up and tossing it into my maw. Can the rapid flickers between mouth and plate outpace my unpleasant thoughts? No. The embers catch and I can feel the wagging heat building up in my mouth. My teeth start buzzing. I turn to Sally and say, "This is so spicy. My teeth are starting to buzz." "What?" "From the heat. You know, when you eat really spicy food and your teeth start to buzz." "I don't think that really happens to me." "My ex-girlfriend from two and a half years ago is pregnant with her second child and I didn't even know she had a first and I'm weirdly jealous." "Aha." I let out a sight and ask the waiter for our check. The car ride back to Bed-Stuy is silent and long. Later, walking back to my apartment from Sally's, I'm overcome with this euphoric sensation of bewilderment and sadness. It's strange how the birth of one thing, in this case an actual human person, can signify the death of another, i.e., my youth. Death, I think, both literal and figurative, is the ultimate catalyst that propels us into the next stages of our lifelong transformations. In conclusion the food here is tasty and unique, giving New Yorkers a rare opportunity to explore an internationally underrepresented type of cuisine. The waiter was friendly and efficient and the food came out quickly. I probably won't go all the way out the Gravesend for the sole purpose of eating here alone but it's worth checking out if you find yourself in the area. 4 stars.

Pretty decent Burmese food. However, as a native Burmese, some food are bland, such as Jay Oh and Shan Noodle. However, the side dishes Fried Shan Tofu, Pae Paratha, Shan Tofu Thoke, Samusa are pretty tasty and I highly recommend to try !!

Food are not great. Curry chicken is so blend. Portions are small. Pricy. Very slow service. I have waited for more than 20 minutes for a set lunch. Not going to come back.

A cool cozy Burmese restaurant in NYC. Food is excellent and real Burmese taste. If you are a Burmese then you must go there.

Def not my favorite cuisine but very tasty and my wife loooooves it