12 c*cksuckers + 2 see you next tuesdays + countless f*cks = 2 delicious pieces of homemade cinnamon raisin french toast, scrambled eggs and 4 links of sausage.
the language is colorful, the tables are small and the waits are long but damn, shopsins makes the best brunch in new york city. that's right, i said it.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
dare to dream for mcqueen
i don't even see how anyone could debate this. (although fashion bloggers will basically debate anything). this dress makes me swoon and michelle obama works it. if i owned this dress i would wear it everywhere. to work, to do laundry, to dinner and to make brownies.
Friday, January 14, 2011
did i just eat crack pie?
last night, i met some of my favorite ladies for dinner at ma peche, one of the momofuku restaurants. i expected to receive a t-shirt or some kind of prize after i had finished eating because i can now say that i have tried all four of david chang's restaurants. having tried all four, i can safely say that ma peche ranks last. the dishes ranged from delicious (the brussel sprouts and ricotta gnocchi) to good (the shrimp spring roll and beef tartar) to just bad (that poor trout died for no reason). the service was less than stellar (there is no excuse to wait for 30 minutes for a table when you have a reservation without even an apology). i found that ma peche lacked the humor and light heartedness that i have found in the downtown momofuku restaurants. for example, consider the following exchange after we had finished eating:
waiter: would you ladies care for anything else?
the lovely ladies: do you have a dessert menu?
waiter: we don't serve proper dessert.
me: well, do you serve any improper dessert?
waiter: stares at me.
me: what? that's a valid question.
waiter: you would think you are the first person to ask that, but you are not.
me: check please.
after being put in my place by the mean waiter, we gathered our things and headed for the street. as you leave the restaurant there is a small stand right by the door which sells desserts from momofuku milk bar, including the famous crack pie. feeling brutally rebuffed, i decided to drown my sorrows by purchasing a piece of this pie.
behold:
as micol put it, "it tastes good at first, but then you realize that you can't stop eating it." yes, it is that good. i mean, anything where the first ingredient is butter can only be a heavenly heart attack on a plate.
doesn't it look quiet and unassuming? like a tiny piece of pie that could not possibly change your life?
well, it's not. don't let it fool you. i fear that i will be selling off my bag collection in order to find money to buy slices of this pie. pretty soon, i am going to move to full pies. my friends will have to stage an intervention and i will end up on celebrity rehab, the pie edition.
waiter: would you ladies care for anything else?
the lovely ladies: do you have a dessert menu?
waiter: we don't serve proper dessert.
me: well, do you serve any improper dessert?
waiter: stares at me.
me: what? that's a valid question.
waiter: you would think you are the first person to ask that, but you are not.
me: check please.
after being put in my place by the mean waiter, we gathered our things and headed for the street. as you leave the restaurant there is a small stand right by the door which sells desserts from momofuku milk bar, including the famous crack pie. feeling brutally rebuffed, i decided to drown my sorrows by purchasing a piece of this pie.
behold:
as micol put it, "it tastes good at first, but then you realize that you can't stop eating it." yes, it is that good. i mean, anything where the first ingredient is butter can only be a heavenly heart attack on a plate.
doesn't it look quiet and unassuming? like a tiny piece of pie that could not possibly change your life?
well, it's not. don't let it fool you. i fear that i will be selling off my bag collection in order to find money to buy slices of this pie. pretty soon, i am going to move to full pies. my friends will have to stage an intervention and i will end up on celebrity rehab, the pie edition.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
today's obsession is brought to you by the letter R
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Will you be mine?
If you come home with me, I promise to treat you well. I will feed you and play games with you and even snuggle you.
Love,
Jamie
P.S. The larger size would be lovely too.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
New Years, Miami Style
New York - December 27th
Miami - December 29th
Ahhhhhhh.
Despite some serious drama surrounding our flight, Seth and I managed to escape the four feet of snow that invaded New York City and make it down to Miami in time to enjoy a long weekend with the Hilzers. We ate, we drank, we swam and most importantly, we just relaxed. The trip was just in time to save us from early onset insanity. Thanks Hilzers, for being hosts with the mosts!
Miami - December 29th
Ahhhhhhh.
Despite some serious drama surrounding our flight, Seth and I managed to escape the four feet of snow that invaded New York City and make it down to Miami in time to enjoy a long weekend with the Hilzers. We ate, we drank, we swam and most importantly, we just relaxed. The trip was just in time to save us from early onset insanity. Thanks Hilzers, for being hosts with the mosts!
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