Wednesday, August 31, 2011
I'm on 4 hours of sleep and I have to be up super early tomorrow so I'm trying to race the clock but I wanted to share my (quick) thoughts on Ajna. It's beautiful. It's huge. It's owned by that douchebag, Hung, who won Top Chef a couple of seasons ago. The food is good but you pay for ambiance as is the deal with most of these types of restaurants. & it's in the Meatpacking District. My favorite neighborhood for nighttime outings...& getting my heels stuck in cobblestone.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
Being that I've had to deal with countless hurricane warnings (& survived Hurricane Andrew which completely destroyed South Miami back in '92), I wasn't too concerned about Hurricane Irene. I planned on ignoring all the hype Saturday but with everything closing early and the MTA down, I was forced to stay in.
I took full advantage and the weekend consisted of an at-home mani/pedi, about 6 romantic comedies, quiet naps and tons of bad food. It wasn't the most productive weekend but it was far from terrible. As for the "hurricane", we got some heavy winds and rain here in Harlem throughout the evening but if anything else went down, I was blissfully unaware.
I took a walk around my neighborhood Sunday morning to assess the damage. As you can see, the only thing that suffered any devastation was my waistline.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
You get on the train. You smell something peculiar. "Excuse me, ladies & gentlemen"...
There's a black dude that looks about an inch away from death. I'm concerned for him. He looks like he's about to keel over at any second. He's always barefoot and is both bald and has dreads?
A white guy who goes around asking for change and says something that sounds a lot like "shalum". Not shalom but shalum. I'm trying to figure out what this means.
There's one that sings "Can you please help the hungry and the homeless? Can you please spare change for a dolla?". He's my favorite.
Earlier this week there was a Dominican guy really upset that "women to women" can get married. "Be careful. God is not happy", he preached loudly at 7am. He was on the other side of the train and it felt like he was screaming directly into my ear. I am not a morning person. & New Yorkers are rude? Yeah, right. No one asked him to kindly shut the fuck up and it went on from when I got on at 145th until 42nd street. "Santo sea el nombre de Dios".
Don't get me wrong. The A train & I are tight.
& when you happen to be on a local train and you pull up to a station to see the GLORIOUS A train across the platform. What a rush! Will I make it?!
So far, I've always made it.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I felt as if I was transported into another decade. Can't you just envision Scarface slouched in a corner booth, smoking a cigar? He would have hung out at The Hurricane Club, for sure. Bartenders & waiters wear white smoking jackets & gloves. I don't even really know what a smoking jacket is but I can bet that that's what they were.
I can't be sure that my friends were happy with their choices but I was more than satisfied with both my drink and my meal.
I need to go back with pork lovers. They serve whole roasted pigs. YUM.
The soap in the bathroom smells nice.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
It was supposed to rain all weekend but luckily Saturday turned out to be an absolutely beautiful day. After an indulgent breakfast at Norma's, Boots, who was in town all weekend (!), and I headed to Central Park to unwind.
I've realized that if I'm ever having a bad day, I should head to Central Park. It has magical powers over me that never cease to amaze.
By the way, please run to Norma's. You're going to want to order the Very Berry Brioche French Toast with a side of bacon. It got Boot's silent "my mouth is too full to speak" nod of approval & I've turned him into quite the knowledgeable eater.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
1. (L) My walk to work every morning. (R) I've become one of those people. Those people who literally walk on your heels, pushing you without physically touching you, urging you to GET.THE.FUCK.OUT.OF.MY.WAY. Slow walkers irritate me. Especially on a crowded subway platform.
2. (L) The highlight of my Friday afternoons is getting home from work to see the laundry room is unoccupied. Rare occurrence around here. Happy hour does not compare to clean sheets & towels. (R) My Friday night. Really delicious bottle of $7 Riesling. Ha.
3. (L) I take myself on matinee dates regularly. Saw The Help. A little long but the ending was perfect. The book is (as always) better. (R) Shout out to Shazia from Himalayan Threading Salon on 47th & 6th for hooking up my brows.
4. (L) Skinnygirl Sangria has been found! I had to rape and pillage but it was worth it. Just as good (and strong) as her margarita. If you haven't figured it out, I am obsessed with Bethenny. I want to be her. I am her turned down about a few thousand notches. (R) Me, my nails (and my Con Edison bill) are ready for fall (military green in "sew psyched" and taupe in "mink muffs"). I am not looking forward to winter so please feel free to linger, Fall.
5. (L) Rainy Sunday through my window (R) calls for breakfast in bed. Mangu, fried eggs, fried cheese, fried salami and jugo de chinola. I'm Dominican therefore this does not gross me out. In fact, I would willingly eat it every morning.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
After a grueling 11 hour work day, I had exhaustion written all over my face and was desperately awaiting the arrival of my train home. My hair was a hot mess, I was wearing baggy slacks and these really attractive shoes yet I still got a "God bless you, gorgeous". Well, damn...really? Today?!
New York City men always know how to make you feel beautiful. Even on your worst days.
Keep it up, gentlemen.
Monday, August 8, 2011
I've been here exactly one month today! Best decision ever? Top three, for sure. Wanna hear about my daily loves? Sure you do.
My neighborhood - or more so the fact that the express train is literally a 50 step walk from my front door. I have everything I need within a two block radius.
My neighbors - Everyone is so friendly and quiet. The windows in our apartment face the back so we get no outside noise. It's so serene and a nice escape from the hectic streets. We even have a "doorman" that goes by the name of Mega that assured me that "If anyone fucks with ya'll, come find me. I'll fuck them up. I gotta take care of my ladies." I should mention that he's in his mid-50's and wears a du-rag. Love.
My deli - Abdul! He greets me every time I walk through the door or down the sidewalk. I was paying for something one day and he goes "You have nose like my wife". I said "Oh no, so your wife has a big nose?". He looked a little confused. Next day I go in he takes out his phone and shows me a picture of his wife. Sure enough, I DO have her nose. & it's big. But he married her and her schnoz so I'm flattered, really.
My job - I work in the Financial District right now and I love the energy down there. & the neighboring nail salons that offer mani/pedi combos for $20. & the fruit cart guys right outside my job that greet me at 6:25am and without fail, say the exact same thing every morning "OKAY, how are you, my friend?!" while smiling, nodding and offering me some of their finest produce. They're so sweet. I have to stop myself from squeezing their cheeks and kissing the tips of their noses.
I could not have asked for a smoother transition. I get a little antsy on weekends wanting to explore every nook of this city. I have to remind myself that I live here now and I have plenty of time. I just feel that there's so much to do, see and eat and I really want to take it all in.
All in all, living here is a dream. Except for the pigeons. Will never love the pigeons.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
1. This is what happens when I get bored. I need friends in this city asap. Here's what's in the bag (in mustard).
2. My Saturday night. Bad ass cheesesteak from "my" deli (my man Abdul knows exactly how I like my sangwetch.), Little Debbie's and the NYC Food Handler's certificate online course. I have my Florida certificate but it doesn't transfer over and my job requires one. I can tell you all about escherichia coli and temperature danger zones. You ain't about this life!
3. I think I'm going to go around the West Village just photographing doors.There are some fancy doors in that neighborhood.
4. I'd been on a search for peonies but I guess they're spring time flowers? No idea what these are called but they make my room happy.
5. Beef, pork, veal & pecorino sliders from The Little Owl on Bedford Street. Juicy.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
It's that time of year where I tell you what I want to buy myself for my birthday and post pretty pictures that make me happy!
1. Clarisonic Skincare Brush
2. Hunter Rainboots
3. 9 Course dinner at Per Se. Only $295 pp. & worth every cent, so I've heard.
4. Marc Jacobs wallet
5. A variety of Sprinkles cupcakes
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
I don't really feel like doing anything right now. It's 12:30pm on a Sunday. Do you know what that means? It means it's time for a nap! So here's a quick list.
Things you should know about Red Rooster:
It's the trendiest restaurant in Harlem but you will still hear sirens throughout your meal.
Your friends will think it's expensive. It's not.
The host will tell you to order the crab cakes. I assure you you've had better crab cakes elsewhere.
But the host has a really sexy voice and dresses spiffy so you'll probably get the crab cakes anyway.
Go with the mac & cheese.
My pillow awaits.