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Paris, Day One (Part Two): The Eating Begins [Charles Traiteur, Boulangepicier, Le Clou]
Here I was, eager to share with you every moment of every experience I’ve experienced thus far on my Paris adventure and then Typepad goes nuts and won’t let me post for two days. Ah well: now’s the opportunity to scramble and catch up. John’s already asleep so I’ll keep my typing noise down and…
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Paris, Day One: I Have Arrived
My battery has 40 minutes left on it (I haven’t bought a converter yet) and knowing my computer that really means 20 minutes, or less, so I will be fast and tell you all about my journey from my New York to here, gay Paree, where I am sitting on a tiny bed on the…
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To Paris I Go!
My semester is over (finally!), my bags are packed, and the “Amelie” soundtrack is playing right now on iTunes. I sit here at 1 am and realize that in 24 hours my plane will be touching down in the City of Light. I’ve printed all your comments and e-mail suggestions; I went, as someone advised,…
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Lisa’s Birthday Dinner at Hearth
There’s a scene in Annie Hall (my favorite movie) where Alvy Singer buys Annie lingerie for her birthday. “Oh ho ho,” says Annie. “I think this is more a gift for you than it is for me.” The same could be argued about Lisa’s birthday dinner. I tried to defer to her wishes (“Where would…
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5 Dumplings for $1 at Fried Dumpling
Let’s play William Safire for a moment and ponder the word cheap. I’m not using a dictionary here, but my guess is that cheap is defined as “inexpensive.” Therefore the opposite of cheap, it would seem, is expensive. If you call a woman cheap, it’s an insult. If you call a woman expensive, she’s a…
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The Sandwiches are Popular at The Grey Dog’s Coffee
On Friday, I met Kirk for lunch. We met down by Bleecker street. On the subway ride over I pondered, ever so slightly, where it was that we’d eat when I arrived. A few days earlier I’d taken Patty and Dan to Shopsin’s for their first time. Kirk’s already been to Shopsin’s so we wouldn’t…
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Journey To Chocolateland
Lauren, my beloved former roommate, was in town for one of her labor law cases (she’s a labor lawyer) and she called me Monday to go to dinner. I quickly whipped out my New York magazine and set upon the task of choosing a venue that would serve both our needs. My needs are very…
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Feeding in FLAH-rida: Ago, Cafe Boulud, Norman’s
My friends mock the way I say Florida. “FLAH-rida,” they tease when I tell them where I’m going for the holidays. “How do you say it?” I protest. And then they correctly pronounce it: “Floor-IH-dah.” After much examination, we’ve determined that mine is the case of the New York Jew pronouncing words through a Long…
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Who Needs A Taverna When You’ve Got A Snack?
Like most people did this Sunday morning, I woke up at 9:30 and made my way down to NYU to watch a screening of My Neighbor Totoro with my Animation class. [Ok, get it, that was a joke—cause most people didn’t do that this morning. (And by the way, the movie’s really great, if you…
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A Weekend of Celebration: Meals at Mo Pitkin’s, August, Le Gigot and Beet
Ever since news of my book deal leaked its way on to the internet [Ok, so it was leaked by me, but still–there was leakage] the food blog media and my screaming fans are desperate to know whether I’ll still be the same old Adam or whether fame and fortune will change me. Let me…
