friends

a retirement party


{stoopie + me, one thousand years ago}
before there was music,
there was ice skating.
i skated every day. i did the twirlies and the swirlies...
and at one point i could even land an axel!!
i was pretty much kristi yamaguchi's biggest nightmare. 
クリスティヤマグチ気をつけ

oh, and the little outfits... don't even get me started.
yesterday, one of the greatest coaches in the business retired.
toni was loved. and feared. and inspiring.
in the way that madame boulanger probably was, in the way that miss cox is.
you know, that way when it's 5 am and someone is chasing you around the ice and you're afraid you'll get yelled at if your arms aren't straight enough or your crossovers aren't powerful enough, if your mohawks aren't sharp enough or your lunges aren't low enough. {don't forget to smile} oh to be singled out in front of your team, oy vey, you didn't want that. but still you know it will pay off. like when your team is carrying home the trophy. the trophy. whatup, trophy. 
toni's teams got lots of those.
and so yesterday i greeted and congratulated the real toni,
and three life-size cardboard cutouts of her. 
{btw, if ever there are life-size cardboard cutouts of me at my retirement party, i give you full permission to deface them via sharpie mullets}
congratulations, toni!!
{don't mess with the best cause the best don't mess!}

-yeh!

week 51: cafe sabarsky

the last new york restaurant in restaurant challenge
there are three reasons the answer to can you play this gig? will be a definite yes:
1. the venue is in an unexplored part of town 
{creating opportunities to discover new restaurants} 
2. the performance is narrated by isaac mizrahi
3. it involves 3D glasses 
ok there are other reasons that actually have to do with music and stuff, but the point is this past week i played a gig that included two of the above...
[and i was absolutely kidding about the 3D glasses.]

see?!
for two entire weekends, i was chained to the guggenheim,
playing show after show of {my favorite!} peter and the woof.
and i thought i was out of luck when yelp search nearby said
 starbucks, le pain quotidien, starbucks, the wright...
 until on page four it finally said my dreams come true in the form of
[3 blocks away]
...and so began my residency
on the first day there was what a little austrian girl eats after a long day when it's cold and she could use some comfort:
baked bowties, ham, and emmentaler
and
weisswurst with a pretzel and mustard
it was the best kind of hot dogs with mac and cheese.
and it is a fact that, if there's one underrated wiener in this country, it's weisswurst. 
that s*** is hella good.
on the second day,
there was 
spätzle with peas, carrots, and mushrooms 
bratwurst with riesling sauerkraut
and a high brow version of what the people in my family like to call
hot dog cheese* {käsekrainer... bratwurst stuffed with cheddar}
*one of the most embarrassing snacks i ate as a wee one was a hot dog cut up and topped with little squares of american cheese and then microwaved and served with ketchup. 
it was as embarrassing as its terribly unfortunate name.
the käsekrainer was really delicious and snappy!! and oozy. 
and the spätzle was amazing, once i picked out all of the mushrooms. i know, i know. 
spätzle is another thing this world needs more of. i mean, it is little premature dumplings!
for dessert,
rehrücken
chocolate marzipan cake with organgey things and house made whipped cream
your girl cannot resist some marzipan.
it is like if a clydesdale were a dessert, you know? 
all smart and stately. 
and austria is cool because it doesn't mess with all them fruity sorbets or popsicles. 
they are all about the cakes and the marzipans and the strudels.
and you should have seen this dessert menu. 
on the third day,
i took the newspaper as my date and had a 
liverwurst open-faced sandwich 
which i had a little issue with because the menu didn't specify that my sandwich would be 
open-faced, but i instantly didn't care because 
it was some thick and salty {i lurve salty} liverwurst spread. 
by far the best part about this meal was afterwards when i ran into my little korean friend on the street who asked me what i ate for lunch and, in my best broken korean, i tried to explain what liverwurst is to her, until i realized that i really don't know korean and decided to just point to my liver and then i didn't know which side my liver was on. 
so i think she thinks i ate a pancreas sandwich for lunch...
the other best part about my last visit was that i got an apple strudel on the house.
maybe it's because i went there like twelve times in a week,
but part of me also thinks it's because i was there alone and it was an all male wait staff and i did my hairs real good that day.
regardless, the apple strudel was the perfect christmas time dessert!
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and so here marks the last new york restaurant in restaurant challenge. 
it was christmas-y and festive and delicious. 
wiener-filled, and marzipan inclusive. 
i'm into it. you should be too.

now, get ready for the 1 remaining restaurant.


xoxo

yeh


cafe sabarsky is on east 86th and 5th, inside of the neue galerie. if there's a really long wait, the more casual cafe fledermaus {downstairs} has the same menu.






if you're feeling pooey, or if you want to read an interview, or both.


there is a blogger
that can actually make me go from sad tears to happy tears.
she has a little piece of the internet world where sad and depressing things simply don't exist.
reading her blog is like having an afternoon cake break. with cake that is laced with crack.
her name is becca and she is so adorably optimistic... that her blog is called adorable optimism.
please stop by her blog and read it,
and while you're there, read her entire blog. 
because i love it. because you will too.

xoxo

yeh

practicing the xylphones, sitting in class, and eating cafeteria food do not an exciting life make.


but i have, in recent past, hung out with some cows and my little cousin {she's the one in the purple, the cows are the ones in the black and white}
and i made the above drawring in french class of george gershwin and gracie.
did i tell you i speak french now? it was almost enough to order a croque madame at the little french cafe that i went to in williamsburg a few days ago. but then it wasn't enough so it ended up being something like, "can i have a croque madame s'il vous plait et un... iced coffee?" i'm getting there.
i also began teaching again!! yay little kids. only a majority of my students this year are about one watermelon taller than me. so if i assign one too many rudiments, i face the possibility of them beating me up. evs. 
furthermore, i write for a music blog now! it's called campusounds and it's about college musicians around the world. i just interviewed one of my fave dinosaur/composer hybrids, armand ranjbaran. he's the goofiest person ever but also really smart, so read about him. 

other then that. my life is back to cafeteria honey mustard, counting rests... and then yesterday i learned about twelve bar blues. {no comment}.


xoxo

yeh