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I’m convinced someone over at The Village Voice sold their soul to the devil because it was strangely beautiful on the day of Sirenfest (The Siren Music Festival, run by The Village Voice). In the first Saturday in weeks, we weren’t inundated by rainstorms, flood watches, and general meteorological crapiness. It was the way it should be in New York during the summer: blisteringly hot and humid. And so, David and I were off to Coney Island for some sun, music, carnival craziness, and of course food. MORE »
In the summer I get antsy. It’s hard to sit in a restaurant for too long when it’s gorgeous out, especially this year in New York when the number of sunny days are eclipsed by rainy ones. I want to be outside and feel the sun on my face. As a result, I find myself grabbing quick eats best enjoyed sitting on a park bench or lounging in the grass; a bagel here, some Mexican corn there, and when the carnivore in me demands it, jerky from Malaysia Beef Jerky. MORE »
“I’m here for the world famous kati roll.”
This is what I heard behind me as I stood engulfed in a sea of nondescript dress shirts and khakis. No, they didn’t start selling kati rolls at Banana Republic, I was waiting in front of the Biryani Cart a week after they were mentioned in the New York Times. Not sure what I was thinking, but hunger sometimes clouds a otherwise sensible mind. About twenty minutes later, I got my order and I was off with two kati rolls in tow. MORE »
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Since Vermont, I’ve become determined to find a good waffle in the city. Not the heavy IHOP version covered in a downpour of powdered sugar, cloying “maple” syrup, and slimed with fluorescent berry ooze, but light Belgian waffles, crisp with caramelized sugar. Last year, the interwebs went crazy over Wafels & Dinges, which at the time I ignored completely. I assumed the worst, and to be honest, was too lazy to go on the hunt for the elusive Wafels & Dinges truck. Last week however, as a serious waffle craving haunted my every minute, especially after an unsatisfying waffle experience over the weekend at Windham, I decided it was finally time to check out the waffles from Wafels & Dinges. But first, I had to find the truck. MORE »
It’s in the twenties these days in New York, which is pretty darn cold. Speaking of which, why are women’s fashions so freaking useless? I got a cute wool blazer recently, but the sleeves are 3/4, so now when I walk around outside, my forearms are freezing, while the rest of my body is toasty warm. Well, I guess I should just be grateful 3/4 length pants aren’t in fashion now. Sheesh.
So anyway, today it was crazy cold, so I decided to take my frozen forearms over to Kwik Meal to get a Lamb Pita. I figure, in this weather, the street vendors need my support. God love them, rain or shine, they’re always there, ready to serve you with a smile. That’s more than I can say about the service at the golden arches and the like. Really, I can’t deal with teenage angst when I’m hungry. MORE »
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David and I were talking last week, and considering the global financial markets are all in the crapper, the DOW is at an all time low, and the US dollar is not worth the paper it’s constantly getting printed on, we decided that it might not be a good idea to go on another vacation this year. Sigh…. He also said we’d be entering a severe depression soon and anarchy and mayhem would erupt everywhere like Mad Max and this week we were going to learn how to operate a machine gun so we could defend ourselves when the time came. This part I chose to ignore, because call me stupid, but I have a bit more faith in mankind and my fellow New Yorkers. And besides, my purse is just not big enough for a machine gun. In any case, no vacation doesn’t have to mean no exciting culinary adventurous, especially living in a city as diverse as New York. So last week, as it started getting colder and I started dreaming about warm waters and white sugary beaches, I did the next best thing and ate tacos, many, many tacos. MORE »
I love art and I love sausage, but sausage art? Ummm, I’m not sure about this one. Supposedly, a few classic masterpieces, such as Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa and Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, were replicated using sausage in Russia and people were invited to eat them. Personally, I’m not sure I would want to eat cured meat on display in a public space. I don’t know what it’s like in Russia, but I know I wouldn’t want to eat something left out in the open in New York. Remember a few years back when a homeless man went into a deli and sprayed the buffet table with liquid containing feces? Spasiba, but no thank you. MORE »