Saturday, July 7, 2007

stereo/why do i end up at these places?

I hate being at clubs when they close because then the lights come up and everyone and everything looks like what I imagine hell will look like when I get there.

This weekend I did it up Westchester style - beats the hell out of stereo - and I went to my parents home in Westchester and chilled there, bitched to them about my financial problems (much to their amusement,) and eventually entertained everyone at their bbq by making some killer caipirinhas. Funny how muddling limes seems pleasant when you do it for those you love. Ah, lime muddling.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

lack of trainwreckage in ny!

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Dear Dallas BBQ: you're the best. . .

Say what you want about Dallas BBQ not being authentic, I personally think that Dallas BBQ is an oasis of wonderful trashiness in a sea of silly pretentious New York resties. We are not in Texas, thank God, and if you understand that walking into Dallas BBQ, you'll have a much better time. You are not Anthony Bourdain. Don't talk to me about how the meat on you Dallas BBQ ribs fails to fall off the bone and melt in your mouth. It isn't about the food. Dallas BBQ is about drinking frozen drinks larger than infant's heads, and sitting out on the 2nd avenue patio with your friend's underfed teacup chihuahua on a summer's afternoon and soaking up my homeland, the East Village, in all its semi-gentrified mediocrity.