Ever have one of those days when you just miss the subway? Get caught at every red light? Miss the lottery jackpot by one number? How about people just infuriating you on a daily basis? Heck, even something as simple as riding the elevator can ruin your day. Here are a few of my personal pet peeves of elevator enragement!
–The guys that won’t stop talking business, or the ladies that won’t shut up with all the gossip, plus they won’t lower their voices.
Really? Can it wait a minute or two until you get out of the small coffin box we are all stuffed in? I really don’t care about your call reports or coworker problems or what idiots your kids are dating. Can I just have some peace for a minute before hitting the office?
– People that crowd into the elevator and get in your personal space.
What is it with people that feel the need to get all up in my grill when I am standing at the back of the elevator? Can you step forward just a bit? Sometimes I make out I am sick and start fake coughing and sneezing on them. Ha! That usually works. Continue reading Elevator Enragement!
It’s inevitable. You are out and about in NYC. Shopping, sightseeing, at a restaurant, relaxing in Central Park, stuck waiting on a subway platform, having drinks in a bar, or just walking around the city streets. It comes on all of a sudden. That feeling from deep inside. You feel the pressure building. Your body informs you that it is time whether you like it or not. Doesn’t matter where you are or what you are doing. Your body betrays you. You try to pretend it’s not there. This is not happening. Not – Right – Now! You panic as you realize there is no place close by to go. You need instant relief. You start to get all flushed as the sweat perspires on your body. You shake and shimmy to hold it in. There is no recourse. No time to wait. The #2 is gonna happen whether you are ready or not.
Time to drop off the kids at the pool! Time to lay some cable! Time to pinch a loaf!
IT’S TIME TO TAKE A DUMP IN NYC!
Continue reading When ya just gotta do the #2 in NYC!
I love cheesy. Always have, and the cheesier the better. There are an abundance of cheesy things to do in NYC but there is one that is just a bus ride away into the mystical land of New Jersey.
Not too long ago we actually did the most cheesy thing you can do in the tri-state area. Ridiculous amounts of beer, grog, giant souvenir glasses filled with frozen rum and vodka drinks, goofy flags, screaming for kill shots, eating with our fingers, falcons, the king and his court, jousting, sword fights, booing the bad guys, cheering the good guys, knights in fake battles to the death.
Yes kids, we went to Medieval Times!!!
Continue reading Cheesy Fun in Mystical New Jersey!
One of the greatest things about living in NYC is the outrageous abundance of mouth watering places to eat across all five boroughs. One of the hottest right now for the foodie scene has to be the borough of my birth – Brooklyn USA! Easy to get to from Manhattan by subway. So many things to see and do. So many places to drink and eat!
Here is another one for The Gluttony Files –
How do I even begin to describe probably some of the greatest mac & cheese I have ever eaten? I mean, this stuff was devastating and blew my mind. I dream about it. I have cold sweats like an addict that can’t get his fix as it’s been too long now since my last hit of gooey goodness. Just inject that fatty cheesiness right into my veins!
If there is one thing that DuMont does exceptionally well, it definitely is their mac & cheese. Thick soft pasta shells covered by layers of mouth watering different cheeses, pieces of thick bacon mixed in, and a crust that is crisp and browned on the outside with real breadcrumbs. Wow – that crust is the stuff of mac & cheese legend, and it’s the kind of thing that wars are fought over. I still stare at the picture I took of it. They give you so much on the plate it begs you to share, but I was having none of that! Yes, I am disturbed, I know, but I just can’t help myself. DuMont has ruined me for mac & cheese at any other place I go the rest of my life. The after effects were a food coma like non other. Continue reading Mac & Cheesy Mac & Cheese in Brooklyn!