Writing about food since 2004.
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I Went to The Gates
I made a special trip today to see The Gates in Central Park. Many people find The Gates suspect, they scream out “waste!” “pretension!” “orange!” but I just took it for what it was and found myself thoroughly seduced. I liked these gates. Here I am appreciating the gates. My facial expression seems to say:…
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Taste Everything’s 2005 Food Awards: Most Soul Satisfying Bowl of Pasta to Eat After Buying A Backpack in the East Village and Walking to the West Village in 8 Degree Weather When You Think Your Face Is Going to Fall Off and Life’s No Longer Worth Living
OK, so a while ago (January 6th, to be exact) I was asked by Hillel Cooperman of Tastingmenu.com to participate in his inspired creation, The 2005 Independent Food Festival and Awards. The idea was simple: food bloggers get to give an award to something they feel passionately about in the food world, that they feel…
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What The Waitress Said About Coffee vs. Espresso After Dinner
In the below post on Le Quinze, I mention that our waitress told us something interesting about coffee vs. espresso after dinner. So Lauren was debating a coffee vs. a cappucino. “I don’t want to be up all night, though,” she said, leaning towards the coffee. “Well,” the waitress explained, “you have to understand” (she…
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You Say French, I Say Venezuelan: Dinners at Le Quinze and Flor’s Kitchen
Over the past several days I’ve eaten two significant dinners. Which isn’t to say I only ate two dinners. It’s just that the others were insignificant. Last night, for example. What did I eat last night? Oh yes–I ate a burrito at Burritoville. It was insignificant. I had sushi the night of our party. It…
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The Birthday Party Dip Wars
The party was Friday and, to quote Jason Schafer, Lauren and I both turned 26 “without a hitch.” There was music (pumping in from my bedroom via my Airport Express), there were little candles on the tables (purchased from Illuminations at a very low rate (I found it amusing that Illuminations doesn’t sell matches or…
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May My 26th Year Be Like Lunch at The Spotted Pig
26 years ago at this very moment my mom was panting in a hospital bed as angelic music played and I made my way into the world, fork and knife in hand, lobster bib already in place. Stories are told of me at a young age: I was a glutton for food. Mom says that…
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Party Planning Day 2: Pan-Fried Onion Dip
There are three parts to every cooking experience: 1. The planning. 2. The cooking. 3. The result. It is during the planning stages (1) that you anticipate the result (3). During my planning stages (1) for the Pan-Fried Onion dip (see title) I expected that it would come out tasty. In fact, the actual result…
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Party Planning Day 1: Hummus and Eggplant Spread
I am SO Martha Stewart. Lauren and I are having our traditional psychic twin birthday bash this Friday (for those late to the game: we were born 3 hours apart in the same hospital and didn’t meet until college) and with 16 people already RSVPed and other late bloomers, I felt I better get cracking…
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Eating With My Peers: Osso Bucco and Sharaku
Eating around NYU is often a treat. You’re near the East Village, you’re near the West Village. You have many options available. Sometimes you make good choices, sometimes you make bad choices. But you make choices. Except when you’re force fed in which case you had no choice. But most of the time you aren’t…
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I Deleted A Little of the Past
So I reached a temporary solution to my space problem which is I started deleting pictures to posts that have no relevance beyond their original amusement factor. Like the time I ate cat food. I don’t think anyone needs to see pictures of me eating cat food anymore. So that should create some temporary space…
