September 2010
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take your time.
sunday brunch on stylish steroids — nolita, new york city. photo by yours truly.
Cafe Gitane was one of my favourites in New York. The coffee is spectacular. The food doesn’t scream at you but certainly makes you double take.
I just wish I could turn the hurry and flurry down a couple of notches. Almost everyone was going everywhere, talking to someone, reading a paper, browsing on...
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countries that eat the most (and least) meat. →
I am genuinely and thoroughly surprised that Australia doesn’t rank in the top 10 for consuming the most meat per capita. Maybe the vegan hipsters in Newtown are making a dent after all.
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a week (or more) of vegetarianism
Primero, Jonathan Safran Foer did not convince me to become vegetarian. My body did.
New York is a great city for food, but when on a budget and in a rush, there is a tendency to go for the tastiest, fastest, and often least healthy food option out there — most of them involving a ton of meat and not a lot of greens.
After the indulgent week in New York of
Diving into 10 oz...
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who doesn't love a chocolate chip cookie the size... →
no joke, this may be the largest cookie you’ll ever get your paws on. we’re not talking just large, pancake-sized ones — these are basically small mountain ranges. i had to split it down the middle and save the other half for later.
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chernobyl in every pork-filled bite. →
amazing selection of sake, sochu, and other alcoholic japanese vices.
the small plates hit it home, though. hai, wasabi shumai. delicious nose-blasting eye-watering pork goodness.
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the secret places are great. even more so when... →
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two alcoholic vices in one perfect pair. →
one of the most perfect martinis i’ve ever tasted — grey goose pear, st. germain, lime. and hey, it’s called “the perfect pair”.
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perfect for a coffee and drooling over beautiful,... →
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Could spaghetti poison be the answer to Milan's... →
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awesome con leche.
is there anything rice can’t do? maybe i’m just biased ‘cause i’m chinese.
if you have never had the pleasure of spooning gloopy delicious latin peoples rice pudding into your mouth, then brace yourself.
[insert comment full of sexual innuendo about pants and rice pudding.]
arroz con leche (rice with milk, i.e. rice pudding) serves a bunch. recipe adapted from secret...
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epic pudding.
i freaking love almond croissants. especially the ones at thorough bread with crusty almond meal on the top, delicious almond meal custard inside (but not too much), and crispy flakey bits that fall on your shirt and you have to pick them up with icing sugar dusted fingers. which leaves you looking like someone who failed tremendously at doing a line of coke.
a few things to note:
i...
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beggars can't be choosers. except when they're... →
so despite all of the delicious smelling mexican hot dog stands, the almost gratuitous number of burrito joints, somehow we decided to ignore all of that and make a beeline straight to serranos for cheap pizza.
when it’s $3 for a giant slice of cheese pizza you really can’t go wrong. even more so when you top the hell out of it with oregano, chili flakes, garlic, and more cheese.
and...
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a case for vegetarianism. or, at least,... →
i’ve been devouring (pun intended) this book over the last few months. but not at my usual break-neck speed, because of how uncomfortable it makes me feel about eating meat.
shortly after reading a chapter on the slaughter process, i had the pleasure of waking up after this dream:
i was working on a farm and responsible for slaughtering the day’s meat. the said meat was a calf,...
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a wipingthesugaroffmymouth while... →
hello, sugar buns.
(also only available at coffee bar. permission to enter smug mode? thank you.)
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how could i forget a drink with a name like... →
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“Do not even think about looking at the other choices on the menu. Yes, Hotei is...”
– finally, someone’s writing something about katsu curry in san francisco.
and by finally, i mean “when can i finally get some decent freaking katsu curry in me?”
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pupusas, tortillas, and salsa, oh my! →
i cannot walk past this place without floating on a wave of fresh corn tortilla smells and into their front door.
and, looking at the lines in the morning for their pupusas, tacos and burritos —neither can anyone else.
