they go into the num wah tea parlour's rice roll w/ fried dough.
and then into your mouth. and whether they come out that way or another way... i guess is between you and your stomach juices.
-yeh?
-yeh?
new york
timeless.
i have a favourite bar snack and it is the
cheese + onions + crackers {with mustard}
at mcsorley's. there is something refreshing about onions when you're drinking dark beer, and *ohmygah* that mustard is by far the strongest mustard i have ever had. ever. ten times the hotness of amora, i'm serious.
when i was 12 and experienced new york for the first time, with my dad, we stumbled upon mcsorley's. "oh hey, this is the place where all of my friends went after concerts... but i wasn't old enough so i was left out," he said, as he dragged me in to see the saw dust on the floor and old pictures on the wall.
and then last night after my cheese and crackers i thought: what if timedimension didn't exist? what if a 12-year-old me came teetering out of mcsorley's into that sunny october day to find present-day me standing on the curb and laughing with rob? would i say hi to the 22-year-old me, who by this time, having gone back to unwaxed eyebrows, minimal facepaint, and the same ponytail that i was wearing on that day ten years ago, would be absolutely unmistakeable? would the fact that 22-year-old me was in new york confuse me? why wasn't i in evanston or boston? why on earth does my bag say juilliard?
do you have any tattoos? she'd maybe say.
no, i'd answer.
is stoop married yet?
no.
why does your breath smell like that?
i--you--eat onions now.
what else do you eat now?
everything.
NO.
oh right, still no bananas or mushrooms.
what about spinach?
love it.
*guffawwww* what is your job?
you'll find out.
do you ever go on a date with--
GO. you're about to experience zabar's for the first time. you'll love it.
bye, geezer
bye, doofus head.
snappy snappy
in new york
donny is teaching me how to take better pictures.
he taught a wonderful little class this weekend at 61 local.
we ate & shot ricotta/honey/pistachio toast, some cheesies, and other tasties.
after the class, i practiced my new skills on the olive oil cake at one girl:
and then on some emergency midnight nachos at fred's:
-yeh!
brooklyn star
last night i had a yummy dinner
with an amazing group of people
in a beautiful and spacious and acoustically friendly room.
it was so joyful!
too often in restaurants in this city, i go bonkers over feeling like my personal space bubble has been popped or like i have to yell to be heard...
and in those cases, i might as well just have a plate of poo in front of me.
but last night, it was like being back home, where elbow room exists and conversation quality can reach a good height.
oh it was so great.
and the food was wonderful, too!
when donny said fried chicken dinner i thought better bike a million miles this week but with all of the delicious sweet/sour pickles, green beans {which may have been soaked in aminal fat?} and watermelons to even out the heaviness of the mac and cheese, cornbread, and chickens,
i felt like a good $500,000 bucks afterwards.
it's experience meals like these that fill my happy bank and then some.
-yeh!!