The intake didn’t occur simultaneously (bourbon and dumplings), but come to think of it, a whiskey sour with veggie dumplings sounds kind of…not too shabby. FYI, the one from The Leadbelly changes lives. I’m convinced it’s my weekly dosage of anti-inflammatory, cold-fighting remedies–ginger. Anyways, life had come to the point where I almost had to eat my phone if another Mimi Cheng’s dumpling surfaced on Instagram. No need, I went with Jilly and attacked these kale, zucchini, mushroom and egg mighty veggie dumplings. Boom, off the list.
At least it’s not an avocado toast…? Kale is one of those inevitable things you might hate to love or love to hate on, but I can’t pass up an epic kale salad when it stares me in the face (they almost always do). And this was round two at El Rey and it was just as good, if not better.
…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.
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.