The past Friday, I’ve finally eaten out with Mary and her friend and fellow co-worker, Mei. How Mary and I know each other was actually through Robyn. Small world, no?
We’ve been discussing for nearly several weeks about getting together for lunch and despite the fact that it’s recruitment season (Mary being snowed in with a TON of work by her bosses), she promulgated that Friday would be our lunch date, whether her bosses like it or not. Hey, I don’t mind. I don’t have anything urgent to take care of on my end. After exchanging several emails with Mary and Mei, we finally decided upon having our faces stuffed with stuffed cheeseburgers from Stumble Inn, after I was inspired after reading A Hamburger Today’s post about this place.
Several weeks ago, I had a light dinner with a bunch of girl friends, Giulia, Helen, and Sarah at Terroir. We figured going out to a funky, affordable wine bar that won’t break the bank since a few of us are still in school and we don’t want to go broke for one night of fun. Continue reading “Terroir Wine Bar and Desserts at the Dessert Truck” »
On Friday, I managed to get myself out of bed and my house in this dreadfully cold, white, and snowy morning. When I heard that it’s going to snow for the past several days, I was thinking it’s just an inch or two, no biggie. Except when I stepped out of my door it looked like this…
LOTS OF SNOW!
As I trudged myself through the now slushy sidewalks of Manhattan to work, I almost felt inclined to cancel my dinner with Ariel at Merkato 55. Except I didn’t just because I don’t want to suffer another uneventful weekend at home, so I called him around lunchtime and confirmed our dinner and other activities that I will explain later. Continue reading “Merkato 55 and Boozy Outings” »
For a long while now, I’ve always wanted to go to The Spotted Pig but I never have because I keep forgetting to go there because it’s somewhere hidden in the crazy maze of West Village and the fact that I need someone else to eat with me since I don’t want to make multiple visits. But finally, I went there the past Thursday for lunch with my friend (that I know from Kim) Eno.
As my original fear for coming, Eno had a bit of trouble finding the place (thankfully I was prepared by remembering the map online) and we eventually found each other by talking to each other on the phone and I moved my butt over to the busy intersection off Hudson Street to make it easier for her to find me. Anyway, we exchanged greetings and complained about our apparent state of starvation as we walked to the Pig.
I apologize for not writing for a while, even though you see the photos from my Flickr photostream on my sidebar and the page itself, it’s just because I’m busy with work, studying for LSATs, and now my family is going through a rough time because my mother’s seriously ill. I’m just writing to you guys now for the sake of not focusing on my mother’s situation and keeping myself sane. So, here’s what happened on Monday, when things were generally mirthful.
It’s been an awful while for me to have a real day of fooding. What I mean is that I went to more than two places for the sake of food or drinks in one day. Where have I been to? Just read on.
During the morning, I went all the way to the Upper West Side for the sake of cookies. You might be thinking, “Cookies for breakfast? You must be nuts!” Well, for me there is no time restraints for the sake of sweets. Think about it. Some of us eats donuts, muffins (which sometimes taste like a cupcake), chocolate croissants, or danishes for breakfast. How can you tell me that eating a cookie is a ridiculous idea? Anyways, I went to Levain Bakery.
The past Friday evening, I had dinner at the Bar Room at the Modern with Ariel.
Since I have arrived there earlier than he did, I took the time to take in the atmosphere and the vibe of this place since it is so different than what I have experienced for lunch the last time I was here. It’s more energetic since it is a Friday night: the after-work crowd, friends and dates having their dinners. It’s definitely more relaxed, loud, and arguably chaotic due to the talking, noise, and the start of the weekend.
I have heard soo many great things from foodies about Alta that I was dying to go there for the past few years. The two things that held me back was the fact that they only serve dinner and I don’t have anyone to eat out with me. That’s until I went there a few weeks ago, my friend Dave was willing to come along with me.
I know I haven’t written something significant for a while. I’m sorry. It’s just the finals were driving me mad and I had to put blogging on hold. I kind of regret it now since I’m backed up for a good week’s worth of food and so much photo editing (Argh…). I want to shoot myself in the foot for doing so. But I’m fine and school’s over.
Please note, I’m skipping a bunch of food stuff that happened since Wednesday night was the most unusual experience I ever had in my life. In a good way.
To keep this story not too complicated, back about a week ago someone from SIRIUS Radio e-mailed me an invitation to Martha Stewart’s premiere broadcast of her satellite radio show, At Martha’s Table.
