I have so much to write about but let’s start with my awesome birthday lunch with my Mom and my Man.
I woke up thinking about The Ivy’s grilled veggie salad, maybe because my family had a bad habit of celebrating all birthdays there until our we grew too large to fit in any room they had to offer.
You know when you really love someone but you feel like you need a break from them and you hope they’ll be good to you when you come back to them? You tell yourself if it’s really meant to be it will work out?
Well guess what, you’re selfish and they will be so hurt by your self-centered need for “time off” that they will make you think you have food poisoning every time you try to eat them.
Beef. It’s not what’s for dinner. At least for a little while.
Day Two, first order of business was to accidentally walk into a tourist trap and eat something that I’m allergic to according to some herbalist in Reseda.
lasted 10 months longer than I ever meant it to last and I will probably never consume as much meat/fish/chicken/etc. as I used to thanks to that experience. Felt good while I was doing it until it didn’t feel good.
If New York had an embarrassing past of being in a weird 90s white rap-ish group, do you think it would have been called New Yorky York back in the day but would totally get pissed if you called it that now?
I have no idea what I’m talking about.
On a related note, here’s more food from over there.
A salad with falafel, tahini and hummous from Tahini in the East Village: