…Include kicking ass and killer cocktails, both of equal importance. Now that we have boxing and bourbon on the table, let’s discuss. Overthrow boxing opened up in the city this month, and I was almost hesitant to share it because it’s just too good and I want to make sure I can still get a spot in the class.
Because of tequila and New Year’s celebrations, I hibernated in bed for most of the day. While resolutions are great, and a healthy start is optimal, I NEEDED bagels and lox, and it was kind of a life or death situation. The cheat is that the spread is an herbed tofu, not full-fat cream cheese. Boom. It was perfection.
Actually, I may not be quite over the fact that I dished out $13 on an avocado toast that would probably approximate to the under $2 range when made at home, but let’s just go with Bob and imagine that every little thing is going to be alright.
It’s actually a sweet potato appetizer with za’atar, coconut cream, pumpkin seeds and buckwheat found lingering somewhere around Chinatown, my new home. It was preeeetty good.
This was the only title deemed appropriate considering the beastiality of the consumption.
Think about the amount of f*cks given, multiplied by a rainy Saturday, and add in deli mustard. Now, throw in a warm, hefty helping of salty, melt-in-your-mouth pastrami, and shove it in rye bread. According to my nonexistent math skills, the answer comes out to: Katz Deli.
Yes, another one. Because the only thing to do on weekends is mindlessly food crawl until the cash runs out and you need a walking break until the next coffee pit stop.
That so called “list” you hear about from time to time are my never-ending scribbles of restaurants, bars, holes in the walls, (even books, music, etc.) I take note of to revisit in more detail. Last month, Dudley’s came off the list.
I have a problem. (Okay, several.) But every time I am in the presence of serious, life-changing food, I mumble the words, “Omg. This is literally the best thing I’ve ever had.” And because I have said this in vain so many times, at such diverse dining experiences, I cannot recall any.
New Yorkers and brunch is like Alexis and almond milk lattes. Some kind of holy matrimony that penetrates deep beyond the surface, meshing like a goat cheese and fig crostini—yes, that epic of a grouping is the only way to describe it.
Note: this is not an edible post (for a change). Recently, Warby Parker (the reason I now wave to the right people and read street signs) launched a few different collections for the current and upcoming seasons. With new styles in both the sunglasses and eyeglasses departments, this $95 investment is probably the only one your face will need until…further notice/your mascara runs out.
Just wanted you to meet the Honey Mule from Bardot. Next time you’re at this Miami lounge and decide to resort to your lame calling (vodka soda, or anything of that nature), go for a little splurge and order this instead. It’s their version of a moscow mule, with a nice touch of honey, and unfortunately is served in a glass cup instead of a copper one.