New York

My summer’s almost at a close. I start school again one week from Tuesday (whoah!) and all the goals I had for myself this summer (a) get in shape, (b) write a masterpiece, (c) star in a one-man show exploring the life of Suzanne Somers (damn! she beat me to it!) shall remain goals for…

From Amanda Hesser’s “Cooking for Mr. Latte” (pg. 60): “I listened as the regulars [at Pearl Oyster Bar] who stole my seat begged the chef to let them eat at Mary’s Fish Camp, which is owned by her former girlfriend. When they split, one kept Pearl, and the other, in one of the great defiant…

When young Clotilde devoured New York she went to a spot-o that I hadn’t been yet where they sell gelato. On the Lower East Side near Katz’s deli Walk south on Orchard Hear the growl in your belly. Outside it’s humid you feel yourself sag “Gee, how much further?” Aha! Here’s the flag! Inside it’s…

Down in SoHo today, I decided to quit my job as a concierge at the Hotel Mercer because some asshole kept complaining about his phone “not being able to call Austrailia” and I made my way down Sullivan Street for some lunch. I’d already done Pepe Rosso (which I loved) and Peanut Butter & Co.…

There are nights where you plan out your evening meticulously—dinner at 6, show at 8, group sex at 11–and nights where you don’t. Last night was a night we didn’t. Lisa came over at 7 and we began to stroll. It was quite lovely out and our goal was a place with outdoor seating. Rafaella…

I am not the best candidate to spend $600 for dinner at Masa. My brief brush with Masa is the conversation I had with Danny of Year in Food in which he revealed he’d dined at Masa. “How was it?” I asked. “Was it worth it?” “It is,” he said, “if you really like sushi.”…