Chalk up another one for The Gluttony Files! You have to figure that with the amount of bars and fun drinking holes all over NYC that I would end up polluted at a good amount of them. This one involved a whole lotta rum!
Did I really ride a purple unicorn over rainbows while dropping acid last night?
Cienfuegos had me tripping the light fantastic. I still don’t know what happened but I hope I can show my face in public today without getting arrested.
A decor that looks a fairly land scene from True Blood. Everything is pastel colored, sparkling lights, large over sized chairs, and candle lit. It is almost like entering a speakeasy with it’s narrow stairway to the second floor and being greeted by a statue of the Blessed Mother. Huh? Ok – bless the hangover I will end up with after this!
Well, it’s April 1st and time to start really taking a cold hard look at my eating habits. Time to reevaluate what I am putting in my body and my fitness goals. With summer just around the corner I want to rock the six-pack, and not hide the bod from view. I know what to do, how to eat, how to train. I used to be a personal trainer dammit! Yet, it is so hard as temptation is everywhere in NYC!
How on God’s green Earth am I ever supposed to eat normal living in this city of excess? Really, I mean, WTF!!!! WHAT – THE – EFFFFF!!!!!
There are many spots in NYC that can be described as a guilty pleasure. I have made it a mission to experience as many as I can. My taste buds love it, while my waist line, liver, and arteries hate me. Being a foodie one can describe NYC as living in gastronomical orgasmic bliss. This is my taste adventure at Clinton St. Baking Company not too long ago.
The pancake and sugar cured bacon orgy is beyond gluttonous belief!
It makes life worth living. It makes rainbows in the sky. It’s better than puppies and kittens. I want to bath in it. I want to make love to it. I actually shed a tear when I finished eating it.
So much has been written and reviewed about Clinton St. Baking Company, and much of the praise is highly deserved, along with the lambasting of the dreaded long lines and eternal wait to finally get a seat in this place. I thought I would be smart and go here on Wednesday late afternoon on my vacation during Christmas week. Alas, the line gods were kind to us and we only had to wait about 30 minutes before scoring a table around 3PM. The waiter handed us a menu, but I laughed and scoffed at this feeble attempt to persuade me to veer off my mission of the one thing that is a must-order when visiting this establishment for the first time –
Like many obsessed New Yorkers coffee is my drug of choice. I need it in the morning to help get the cobwebs out of my head. I need another cup to deal with the subway ride to the office. I need MOAR coffee to get me through the work day. Then sometimes on the weekends I put aside my coffee addiction to enjoy a spot of tea. There are some neat spots in NYC to partake in some high-tea whimsy and Alice’s Tea Cup is one of them. There are actually three locations – Chapters I, II, and III. This is the Chapter II location on the Upper East Side in the 60’s. If ever in the area it’s worth a visit, but be forewarned that it does get crowded and can be a long wait on weekends.