fratelli la bufala

{upper west side}
nevermind the fact that my visit to fratelli la bufala last night included the worst service in the history of... ever* {it opened last week, so i have faith. i want to have faith.} the better fact is that my four dates and i did not starve, and then some. perhaps it was because our pizza arrived at the height of my hungry attack, perhaps this pizza really was some of the best, doughiest, chewiest, tastiest, flavorfullest i've ever had. i guess i'll find out when i go back for a second and third and fourth time, which i fully plan on doing. especially given their industrially rustic vibe which i am weirdly in to. 

*i'll leave this kvetch fest to the yelpers

eight ways of looking at a birthday month

1. this month i will turn 23. it will not be my golden birthday, like it was last year. it will not celebrate the first time that i can drink legally, like it was two years ago. no. this month, i will turn michael jordan's chicago bulls number. and i couldn't be more comfortable about being rather tall.
2. this month will be my last living on the upper west side. does moving out of the neighborhood of one's school signify something about becoming a grown-up? let's pretend. and let's pretend for a moment that next year i will actually stick to my plan of biking into manhattan from brooklyn every day. what a good butt i will have. also, i hope that in my new neighborhood i can recreate this comfortable feeling that i get in my current neighborhood that comes from seeing my regular taco truck, my regular corner donut man, churro woman, my regular neighbor evan. 
3. jesca hoop is who i've been listening to this morning. she opened for punch brothers. it took me many minutes on google to realize that she is "jesca" and not "jessica," but it was worth it, and in another life i would want to be similar to her.
4. my eating habits have spun out of control. a rob coffee date turns into a rob short rib sandwich date, i nonchalantly had fried green tomatoes during the middle set at dizzy's last night. i haven't been to the grocery store in weeks. in april, this worried me. but now it's my birthday month so i can eat whatever i want, correct?
5. lol @ "birthday week" expanding to "birthday month." life is simply too short for your birthday to just be a week. 
6. my body has seen a ridiculous amount of hives in the past week. mum thinks i've tout à coup developed an allergy to something that i'm exposed to regularly. could you imagine if it was an allergy to sugar? or lemons? unfortunately, it's definitely not vegetables since i haven't had them on a regular basis in many days. maybe it's my penguin, or may, or shampoo.
7. the david little opera dog days is something that i can't stop thinking about. it is one of the most ferocious pieces of music that i've ever heard. the story, the lyrics, the use of vibrator on brake drum: it is brilliant. and though i love this month, performing in september's premiere is something that i am very much looking forward to.
8. high-waisted jeans, yo.

indie food and wine

with the birth of a casual cozy cafe with local 
ingredients and a juilliard discount
that serves brussel sprouts and squash soup
and that is located in the butt region of the lincoln
comes the answer to every question that arises
when there's an elite event happening in tully,
or when you want yummy, trendy food before work or a concert.
{assuming you simply didn't dress for the lincoln that morning.
yes, that's why.}
is my new favorite.
it is not perfect. my soup is sometimes lukewarm.
but it is the mature version of the steak n shake from my past life as a teenager:
the regular, familiar eatery where everyone knows everyone
and there are booths and you can sit for hours and talk about the meaning of life or gossip.


week 44: community food & juice

 in the event that your bike was hit by a truck,
that the korean taco truck closes as you roll up on a broken bike,
that you're freezing your tookus off,
your professor is in the hungarian pastry shop,
and pisticci's wait was longer than the radio city christmas spectacular...
your only possible cure is comfort food. 
cuddle-under-a-300,000-thread-count-goose-feather-duvet-with-me comfort food.
but if it comes from a diner, you'll cry. because you need a new restaurant for your stupid blog challenge.
the upper west side's diner-plus
(it's got hardwood floors and organic vodka)
so gimme some mac and cheese:
and matzoh ball soup:
 and something really strong called a huckleberry smash.
 top everything with tabasco sauce and ketchup.
nerrmind that it needed a lotta tobasco, i woulda eaten anyfing at that point.
and let's pretend like this week wasn't stupidy poopidy.

that's it.
happy weekend everyone! 
love you all.


community food & juice is on broadway between 112th and 113th