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 –
I really think we are getting punked by the groundhog. Someone put him up to this. He is getting paid off. There must be some incriminating pictures floating around out there of him and the Easter Bunny or something. He really can’t be frickin’ serious about this can he? I mean, he proclaimed that spring was coming early. Old Man Winter was packing up and heading out on a long vacation. I am waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out laughing and telling all of us in the Northeast that he punked us.
Here we are again at another St Patrick’s Day in NYC. Being that it landed on a Sunday this year it offers a full weekend of drinking revelry. Yesterday was the actual parade during a crappy rainy and snowy day. Still did not stop the drunken revelers from bar hopping last night. Now today it’s a beautiful Sunday morning and the amateur hour will be in full effect all day up and down Second Ave where I reside on the UES. All the idiot bridge and tunnel crowd will come out from the burbs to bar hop all the frat boy and sorostitute bars that line the area. The locals will stumble home and pass out. There will be drunken hook ups galore. There will be a few intoxicated fights. Maybe a few people passed on on the sidewalks. Mostly, there will be vomit. A lot of vomit. Just walking up the street to my local coffee haunt this morning I had to maneuver around a few puke puddles dotting the street. The bars love this day as they make a killing on green beer and mediocre corned beef & cabbage plates. People that live here such as myself just laugh at these morons. Now, not to say I have not been a drunken moron myself on this day when we all pretend to be Irish, as I have partaken in the party a few times too, but I just can’t do it anymore. It’s not worth the pain of getting up the next day for work and feeling like ass all day.
There are some good bars in the area to party at I do admit. Living on the Upper East Side / Yorkville area for many years holds a big advantage on St Patty’s day is that you really have no reason to leave the area to get your drink on. The bars and pubs up here easily serve their purpose on this day. Here are a few suggestions if out and about up in my neck of the woods. Just avoid the vomit bombs on the streets while wearing the green and bar hopping today! Continue reading Happy St Patty’s Vomit Day NYC!→
NYC offers up so many great places to see, explore, and experience. There are a multitude of spots to eat a fabulous meal, take in entertainment, enjoy a delicious cocktail, view culture, and revel in history among others. As a long time resident of this gotham we call home I have yet to really hit up all the things I want to see and do. There is just always something going on here and not enough time to be a part of it. Yet, there is one dreaded place in NYC that “real New Yorkers” refuse to go on a normal bases – Times Square. This Disneyfied version of what use to be grungy and grimy Times Square is a beacon for people from all over the world to visit when arriving here on vacation. In 2012 NYC had a record breaking 52 million tourists visit the city, and I could swear all of them were in the Times Square area! This part of town becomes a frickin’ nightmare for the local New Yorker to navigate, and we all get a bit nauseaus just thinking about having to be there. Unless we head there to take in a show on Broadway we never, ever, really want to venture there. Even then, it’s a quick escape onto the subway or in a cab as soon as the show ends. “FLEE” is the first thing we think of, as this tourist trap hell hole frays every nerve in our bodies.
It’s strange, as even though I still love seeing Times Square all lit up at night like a Christmas tree, I just can’t fathom ever really hanging out in that part of town for any amount of time. Annoying tourists, bad eateries, and lame street performers all add up to avoiding the area like Lindsey Lohan avoiding a jail sentence. Continue reading Times Square NYC – Are You Frickin’ Kidding Me?→