Life
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During the Past 24 Hours . . .
I noticed that my reviews of Cubana Café and Fuleen Seafood are finally up on NY Metro.I introduced myself to Mario Batali after using Otto as my surrogate living room for 2+ years.I gawked at Jake Gyllenhaal while he hung out in my "living room."I spoke to the Executive Director of New Orleans Legal Assistance,
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L’Chaim*
Although it had been planned since the beginning of the summer, if not longer, there was something somewhat bittersweet about having a shrimp boil out at the beach this weekend. It made me very sad in some ways, as I thought about the loss of the rich culinary culture of the New Orleans but so
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There Are Times
when I really wonder about my own sanity. Like when I find myself with Abracadabra by the Steve Miller Band stuck in my head. It’s times like these when I really wish I had some sort of mind-eraser that would zap it right out of my brain. Come to think of it, a gizmo like
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A Temporarily Empty Glass
"What the . . .? Who the . . .? ‘Ello, luv." That’s David’s typical greeting for me when I run into him at Otto or ‘inoteca. When I first met him at Otto, we got along well, chatting about this, that, and the other thing, and discovering that we both sang in a cappella
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A Full Belly
Well if I don’t have the energy to write a Gothamist column tonight, the least I can do is write something over here. I’m feeling a little sluggish after the ribs and pulled pork at Blues, BBQ and Fireworks (lunch) and macaroni and cheese (dinner), but at least I went to the gym beforehand. Thanks
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Ahh . . .
I had a perfectly calm and relaxing night last night. Leftovers from my Wednesday night cooking class (an international street food course, taught by the fine gentleman who taught my pig-roasting class and who will be joining me on the Vendy Awards judging panel), a stack of mail to sort through, a load of laundry,
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Slow Down, You’re Movin’ Too Fast*
Very often, when people read my blog, they comment that I’m so busy, or that I do so many things. I suppose I do, but I don’t think about it all that much — that’s the way my life has been for a while now. I have friends I need to catch up with, places
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“And in the End . . .
the love you take is equal to the love you make." One of my all-time favorite quotes, from the Beatles. A similar sentiment from Hugh: courtesy of Gaping Void
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Apparently I Need to Have Coffee Before I Leave the House
Yesterday I stumbled out into the world in my pre-caf haze and headed down into the underground oven of the West 4th Street subway stop. I was thrilled to see that the train was just pulling in as I reached the bottom of the stairway. I entered the cool, air-conditioned haven and buried my head