New York Eats

You guys, I went to New York last weekend and I took a bite out of the Big Apple (thank you, I’ll be here all week). On the serious, I had a wonderful time. Most importantly, I ate some delicious food.

Lauren took us to Freddy’s, a bar in her neighborhood that features a disconcerting video reel and an aloof dog. I enjoyed my new signature drink, a 7 and 7 (or 14 and 14). Lauren looks like the other sister Lexie never knew he had.

Lauren kept us in breakfast pastries with frequent stops at Southside Coffee. I would really love to be drinking an iced Americano and eating a cinnamon roll and/or lemon ricotta muffin right now.

Picture from here.

At Sidecar, I had a drink called the Rosemary’s Baby, which thankfully did not give me nightmares about being raped by Satan. It did give me a serious appreciation of TI’s Rubberband Man.

While Lauren was at work, Alex, H and I had breakfast at Dizzy’s.

This is a picture of what I ate at Dizzy’s last time we went to New York. Look at that French toast!

H got one of many (many, many) pizza fixes at Giuseppina’s, where we had what I’m pretty sure is the best pepperoni pizza I’ve ever eaten. We looked just as sophisticated but several times as sexy as this couple in a photograph from the New York Times.

The most delicious thing I ate all weekend was this feta and olive pretzel eaten on the steps of the Met.


I’ll admit that the deliciousness of the pretzel was mostly due to the fact that my hunger had reached dangerous levels while we looked at the arms and armory. As Grandpa Bill always says, anything tastes good when you’re hungry.

Before we caught our flight back home, we spent a lovely morning in Prospect Park ogling volleyball players, then had hot dogs and milkshakes at Bark.

We ate other places, too, but I can’t remember the names. Rest assured, everything we had was delicious. Thanks for letting us visit, Lauren! We can’t wait to come back (and eat more).

Lady Style: Drew Barrymore

I know a lot of guys who don’t like Drew Barrymore. When I was in high school, I regularly had arguments with a friend of mine over whether or not she was attractive. I don’t understand how anyone could think she’s not gorgeous! More than that, she’s got an amazin(ly strange) sense of style.

First and foremost, she has big hair that I would die for.

What I like most about Drew Barrymore is the fact that she’s capable of looking like this:

Yet she wore this outfit:

As I’ve mentioned before, I think the most stylish ladies don’t care what they look like, and there’s no better example of that than young Drew Barrymore:

Things Men Don’t Understand

1. Carol Channing. I’ve yet to meet a straight man under 40 who knows who she is.

2. What UTI and IUD stand for. They’re never going to have to deal with either.

3. Why you like Adele and Florence and the Machine. You know how dogs can hear high-pitched noises that the human ear can’t detect? I think that’s what’s going on with Adele and Florence. All the men I know seem perplexed by their success.

4. Women’s pants sizes.

5.Short-sleeved jackets.

6. Nail art. The fingernail is a tiny canvas, gentlemen.

7. Sexual assault statistics. Men can never believe this, while all the women I’ve talked to are like, “Yeah, sounds about right.”