December 2008
84 posts
Itinerant Eater →
OH RALLY?
Eater spends months and months and months hammering R & L and now they’re giving it their first “Rally Cries”? It’s a Scrooge on Christmas morning level conversion that beggars belief.
Elton John, T.I., Katy Perry, Ludacris and Carson...
I’ll stay away, but is there any way to give Luda and Sir Elton their own show, driving across the US in a vintage El Camino? “Luda and the Lord”? Alternatively, it could be a shoot-em-up driving video game, where you have to visit T.I. to get fresh ammo.
One Sentence Review: Hundred Acres →
Okay? →
Great column, but Judy Garland said it better
peterfeld:
“The next time I go looking for my heart’s desire, I won’t look any further than my own backyard; if it’s not there, then I never really lost it to begin with.” -Dorothy
winstonwolfe:
“John Kennedy led us on a journey to discover the moon. Obama needs to lead us on a journey to rediscover, rebuild and reinvent our own backyard.”
There’s no place like home.
Thomas Friedman - Time...
Literally, this dog, he's a champ, God bless him. →
PAY RICKEY →
(via maura)
My favorite quote from the excellent New Yorker profle of Rickey a few years back came when Rickey was negoitating a new contract: “All I want,” he said, “is what I’m asking for.”
A Christmas Story
Or something. I hopped in a cab from Grand Central this evening, none the wiser that I was to experience one of my stranger cab rides. It ranks above the Moroccan with whom I smoked cigarettes on the way back from Brooklyn but below the transsexual hippie clown and the dilettante food critic.
“Oh! Lower East Side—we’re neighbors,” said my hack. He had both a Puerto Rican...
Merry Merry →
What happens when the metropolitan diary has been... →
San Francisco Treats →
(via thegurglingcod)
I haven’t been in two years, but I loved breakfast at Canteen the last time I was there. Some of the nation’s best corned beef hash—make sure you sit at the counter. Just don’t bring your uncool niece.
Rocco rococo →
(via thegurglingcod)
I can’t remember where I read it anymore—I suspect it was Alan Richman, though it might have been Tony Bourdain—but there is an extensive description from one of that cantankerous cadre of a dinner at Union Pacific when Rocco was the head engineer. After Richman/Bourdain was spotted, a punishing tasting menu ensued, one that alternated between fantastic...
“Our institution has partnered with the makers of baba ganoush, as well as...”
– The Atlantic takes no sides in the hummus v baba ganoush debate.
Even when he's prevented from mauling a disturbed...
A man jumped into the Berlin zoo enclosure of famed polar bear Knut on Monday, but officials were able to keep the animal away from the intruder by distracting him with a leg of beef, police said. The 37-year-old man jumped over a fence into a water-filled ditch at the edge of the bear’s enclosure Monday morning…before being let go, the man told them that he felt lonely and the bear...
A Cloudy Crystal Ball for Hotel Deals in 2009 →
One Sentence Review: The Oak Room →
One Sentence Review: Congee Village →
Oaky, with a hint of pomade
I made my first visit to the renovated Oak Room last night. They managed to not mess it up, which is the point in a classic New York City space. Drinks, however, are sheer theft: it’s $26 for the cheapest champagne. I’m not counting prosecco because c’mon, you drink champagne when you’re at the Oak Room. Even on a company tab, though, I didn’t spring for it because I...
WatchI love Gary V, but it’s hard not to extra love him when he’s out tasting champagnes in a snowstorm.
Six of One, Half-Dozen of La Otra
I thought this is where La Otra is going. Is that now dead too?
July in Christmas →
Strange Brew
Jamie is without question the best “coffee brewer”, whatever the fuck they mean by that, in New York right now. If you can fit, just watch him work for thirty minutes in Abraço. He operates at a different frequency than anyone else I’ve ever met. Who else would open a tiny storefront with a $15,000 espresso maker and no place to sit? Just don’t ask for espresso to go....
One of the less subtle ways to call your Mom an... →
Txikito is not the bomb →
Bobby Flay Has Designs on Mohegan Sun -- Grub... →
Visiting Mohegan Sun is very much like being trapped in the Poughkeepsie Galleria for an entire weekend. If you don’t have a crippling gambling addiction when you go in, you will have it by the time you leave, just out of sheer boredom. I love Vegas, but at least the excess is, you know, worth it there.
Lucas Electrics! →
“Mommy, is Santa real?” my 5-year-old asks pretty much daily. In the way of...”
– Slate’s “Jewish Parent’s Guide to Christmas Specials”
Gentlemen, Quartered.
If you had suggested to me a few years ago that I’d be more of a GQ fan than an Esquire fan, I would have scoffed. These days… C’mon Esquire, does the “What I’ve Learned” issue have to be the annual celebration of when the magazine forgoes publishing any real content for a month?
Plus, we all know that Tom Chiarella and Tom Junod the same person. I’d...
Fat Flakes!
In middle school I was able to discern whether there’d be enough snow for a snow day before the storm even started, based on smell and the heaviness of the air alone. Kinda awesome, but I wish I used my powers to save a busload of children rather than to determine whether I needed to do my homework.
Krugman on Brian Leher
Just suggested that if the deficit spending continues, eventually we’ll have to “consider the solvency of the US Government”. Crap.
Don't call me Charley, either
The main difference between tonsilitis and losing one’s voice is that I can still speak, it just hurts like a motherfucker to do so. And when I do talk, it sounds like a cross between Kermit and Sean Penn in I am Sam. Not good at all.
What’s worse is that the lost-voice-rasp is pretty self-explanatory, but the muted bugle sounds I currently make are not. The upshot: people are...
midtown suggestions?
twentysomethingtales:
I really should know the answer to this…but…looking for somewhere classy to have a drink around east Midtown tonight. Thinking something sort of old New York…Oak Room at the Plaza type thing. Has to be relatively close to Rock. Center. Ideas?
King Cole Bar? Oak Room is heinously overpriced these days.
Hum-Dinger →
It’s Called The Economist, Not The Futurist -... →
I love the Economist’s “World in 2009” issue, no matter how off-base their predictions were last year (and are every year, except when the predict when elections will take place). It’s so soothing! Like a warm bath of wonkiness.