Wednesday, March 17, 2010

exposed: underground eaters

table for 2 on the 4 train to brooklyn? i'm sorry, this might be public transportation but it is NOT a public dining hall. confession: i have eaten on the subway before. it was a granola bar. an individually packaged, unscented, non-offensive quaker chewy granola bar. 

and i don't really think that falls into the same category as sharing a full-on asian stir fry feast. who wants to eat a hot lunch when you're surrounded by 30 plus germy strangers, in a confined space, while moving through an underground tunnel populated by new york city's finest rodents? seriously people, eating a meal on the subway is just unsanitary. 

for more not ok moments, check out this post from the gothamist featuring blogs subway douchery, the n train gossip and train pigs. makes me real glad i walk to work. (caution: these sites are extremely graphic in nature and i would not recommend looking at them before or immediately following lunch.)

subway snackers spotted en route to the BK target by the East Village Vanguard.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

a vision in neon pink.

possibly ok if you're at the airport in gunnison, colorado.
slightly ok if you're on a stopover en route to park city, utah.
NEVER ok when deplaning a flight from minneapolis to new york's la guardia airport.

it's like she layered on everything she wanted to bring on the trip and then zipped the pink onesie over it all. as for the perfectly coordinating neon pink suitcase, there are. no. words.

you know you're from minnesota when...?

photo courtesy of the East Village Vanguard.

my new boyfriend.

conversation in real time:
"ohmigah look at the guy's tattoo!"
"you should take a picture of him for your blog."
"you should get in the picture with him!"
"and done... that's a great tattoo, what does it mean?"
"it's the road to salvation baby. can i buy you a drink?"
end scene.

spotted in meatpacking giving pauly dee a run for his money.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

confessions of a foodie

i love food. and i love ny mag. so it should come as no shock that when i get bored, i can literally spend hours on reading restaurant reviews and plotting my next meals. sad? maybe. basically, ny mag food blogger = my dream job.

in the meantime check out adam platt's "where to eat in 2010". yum.

and now i give you, the best of claire's iphone food photos (because disturbingly enough 80% of the pictures on my phone are of food), a slightly less refined culinary journey through new york city, well mostly my apartment.

thai terminal - peanut curry w/ chicken
whoa. this stuff is GOOD. i would basically recommend anything from thai terminal especially if it's drenched in peanut sauce. monday night my roommates and i actually placed 3 separate orders over the course of the evening to this delightful little slice of heaven in the east village. sorry delivery guy, but it was snowing and i'm not about to walk 5 blocks when i can have it delivered.

crif dogs - spicy redneck and waffle fries
maybe you think this looks disgusting. maybe i do not care. it's like the texas state fair meets backyard barbecue meets texadelphia queso fries and topped with jalepenos. late night eating extravaganza. try it.

my adorable valentine's day cupcakes, not sold in stores.

and finally, the epitome of class and ultimate wine and pasta pairing: yellow tail merlot & easy mac.

i swear sometimes i actually eat legitimate meals. bon appetit.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

where are they now?: american idol edition.

just because i know everyone has been DYING TO KNOW.

ruben studdard- get ready america, in 2K10 ruben plans to release a greatest hits album. seriously. the only ruben jam i'm even semi-familiar with is "i'm sorry (i'm sorry for 2004)," and that's only because it was on VH1's most awesomely bad songs ever, so how it's possible to release a greatest hits album is beyond me. bring it on, studdard.

fantasia- apparently fantasia won season 3, which i must have missed because i have never heard of her or any of her songs. she's starring in a reality series on VH1 this year called "fantasia for real." set your dvr and pray this is better than that awful series with bobby brady and whatever D-list celeb he married.

clay aiken- season 2's runner up, i personally found clay a little creepy ever since his first single "if i was invisible" basically portrayed him as a stalker. he wants to be a "fly on your wall?" think that clay, don't actually say it. well i guess recently clay came out as being gay which was really no shock to anyone except maybe himself. he recently published an autobiography that i'm sure is verrrry insightful.

carrie underwood- carrie is basically flawless. she's sold 11 million albums worldwide, won multiple grammy's and cma awards and last year got engaged to hottie hockey player mike fisher and scored at 12 carat diamond ring. not to mention, she's from OKLAHOMA. carrie wins.

sorry for this post. these are the kind of things that happen to people who are in the office on what should be a snow day and happen to follow US weekly on twitter.

Friday, February 5, 2010

repeat offender.

shhh don't tell, but i'm wearing the same sweater today that i wore on monday. oops. actually i'm wearing the same exact outfit, didn't even re-accessorize it. oh well. i work in an office of all guys. the only time anyone has ever made a comment on my outfit was the day i wore my fur vest. which is understandable, seeing as that vest is AWESOME. so my apologies for not feeling the need to come up with some creative ensemble today. it was a good outfit, i'll repeat. no shame. it's not like it was dirty. although in my opinion, clothes are really only dirty if you are unfortunate enough to spill something on them (which in my case if usually one of three things: coffee, red wine or pizza sauce).

i mean, everyone knows pants are never dirty. but you know what else is never dirty? dry clean/hand wash only clothes. 'dry clean only' to me is basically code for "this will never be washed." sorry i don't have $500 a month to blow on dry cleaning. it takes a lot for me to fork over $18 to wash my regular laundry which is essentially only gym clothes, underwear and socks. especially since doing laundry is pretty much my hell on earth.

i LOATHE doing laundry. i mean it's just the miserable schlepping of the 40 pounds of clothes allllllll the way (read around the corner) to the laundromat, making sure you have cash and then converting the cash to quarters in the machine which is a feat in itself seeing as all my dollar bills inevitably look like a dog chewed them up and then sitting in the nasty, grimy establishment that is LAUNDERAMA (wondering if your clothes are even getting clean) and trying not to stare at the freak old man washing one t-shirt and singing showtunes in the corner. on a good day, there will be enough quarters to finish all the laundry but if you're me, you will be about 50 cents short trying to dry the rest of your towels and have to either a) take money out of the ATM that charges a $3.00 fee and then walk across the street to the deli and buy a bottled water to break the $20 so you have ones for the coin machine or b) carry the towels home slightly damp and hang them in the bathroom where they never fully dry due to the shower humidity and have the same mildewed smell they did before you washed them. ugh. laundry. i might even hate it more than times square. which is A LOT.

the day i have an apartment with a washer/dryer AND a walk in closet. i will know i have succeeded in life.

well, i'm only working a half day because sister is coming in town. who's jealous? you should be. HAPPY FRIDAY!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

PANCAKE MONTH, need i say more?

so OK it's not even funny, february is PANCAKE MONTH and clinton street bakery is going all out.

here's a sneak peek at some of the delightfulness to come...

wow. i think i might get up early every day this month so i can eat here before work. who's with me?