&otIf my posts seem hasty tonight, that’s because I really have to pee but I’m scared to get up and (a) lose my chair (it’s crowded in here), or (b) lose my stuff if I leave it in the chair to reserve it only to have someone steal it. Welcome to New York.[Ok, ok, the…

In the game of “my city’s better than your city,” there’s one area where Atlanta will always, unquestionably, indubitably lose and that area is bagels. Atlanta has the worst bagels in the world and yes, I ate in Bagel Palace. Bagel Palace is to bagels what Cindarella’s castle in Disney is to Buckingham Palace in…

Dear Amateur Gourmet Readers,Lolita the cat here. Please, I beg of you, contact PETA and relay to them the following.1. Last week, without any prior notice, my master–your Gourmet–suddenly removed all of my beloved furniture, including the bed I’ve slept on and under so many times, without any reason and/or explanation. I was left without…

Should my move to New York ever provide fodder for a novel, one of the themes of that novel might be “Big Corporations Suck.” Specifically, there was that moving company that screwed me over, now it’s RCN. To be fair, RCN didn’t really screw me over—they simply promised they’d be at my apartment today between…

Aight, peeps, yo’ homeboy freshstuff gourmet kicking it up to ya live here from da big appilio, NYC style fo’ realz.But seriously.Hello! I am here typing to you from the Starbucks on 27th and 6th because my apartment is still internetless. This Starbucks wireless costs $6 an hour, not a terrible price, but not cheap…

As I was just giving my apartment a once over, I noticed a giant green box of Godiva chocolates and when I opened it, it was filled with recipes. Then I remembered: this was my recipe box from three years ago. It’s been a long time since I’ve used it.The box is way too big…

Tomorrow is my last day in Atlanta (sniff/sniff) and so tonight I hired a bunch of actors to play my friends and to join me at my well-thought-out final Atlanta dining spot. (Well I suppose tomorrow night’s dinner will be my final Atlanta dining spot, but you get the idea). To be honest, I didn’t…

Moving is a beyond stressful experience. Sure, my stress was amplified by the villainy of East Coast Moving Systems (which, if you missed that post, cancelled on me the day before they were supposed to move me); but just the process of going through every drawer, every cabinet and every pantry can be excruciating. Even…

How fitting that my final Food Network show is somewhat regional; Paula Deen is a Savannah chef and therefore a beautiful metaphor for the end of my Georgia experience. Too bad her food looks disgusting.To be fair, I’m burnt out, maybe this food isn’t disgusting. But Beef Wellington with oyster pate looks disgusting to me…

Back to Sara; now we’re doing fish. She said, “You may be surprised to know that some of the freshest fish in NY is in a train station.” Sure enough, in Grand Central there’s a great looking fish shop (now I forget the name). Maybe I’ll buy some housewarming fish there upon my arrival.In other…