This was such a memorable meal that I had to give it some love here on the blog. It’s been months since we visited this little slice of deliciousness after a 5K running event in Prospect Park on a sweltering humid night in Brooklyn. We discovered this eatery because we just wanted somewhere to eat dinner in some cool AC! Continue reading Kulushkat! Just Shut Up and Eat!→
Sushi burritos? Heck yeah! The Salmon Samba Burrito is really good.
I decided to check this joint out recently while shopping in the area and needed some sort of healthy lunch. Yet, I wanted something different and unusual from the norm. I never had a sushi burrito before so this seemed like a cool choice. There are a multitude of places to eat at in NYC, from around the world, so it’s no surprise to see an unusual foodie experience such as Sushirrito pop up on the scene.
Ordering was pretty easy as the menu is not all that large but the choices are good, yet there is little leeway to customize your food option. My one other gripe is that they need to expand their cold drink choices. At least get some regular and diet sodas here in case people don’t want to choose water or some sort of prepackaged lemonade or iced tea. Continue reading Sushi Burritos in NYC? Sushirrito blew my mind!→
I’m a busy man lately. Been running all around Manhattan performing errands, getting some dreaded Christmas shopping done, dropping off a few coats for charity, and also squeezing in some much-needed fun time with my friends. NYC is a magical place this time of year, and lends itself to a bit of overeating and overindulgence.
Yes, diets and waistlines take a beating during the holiday season.
That being said it’s always nice to have a spot like Westville to drop in for some clean and healthy eats to place your mind at ease, and make you feel a little better about yourself after the previous night’s egg nog consumption and over-eating at the company party. Continue reading Head Westville Young Man for Healthy Eats in NYC!→
Whew. Now that was a grinding run I thought to myself as I crossed the finish line of my twelfth 5K race of the year.
The journey that brought me to this point on a cold and blustery day was one that I did not even fathom way back on Valentine’s Day weekend when this all started. It was also a frigid day back on that afternoon when I finally succumbed to the reality that I looked and felt like crap. Oh, there was no mistake about how I looked. Perhaps I was in denial for months and had settled into the winter malaise that most adhere to, and use as an excuse to let themselves go. Yet, it was more than that. Much more. I have always been an active person with an upbeat and youthful outlook, and from what I have been told, appear younger than my chronological age. That all seemed to fall apart as the winter of 2015 dragged into 2016 and I was feeling the damage of what I had done to myself physically. On that cold windy day in February as I participated in the Cupid’s Undie Run for charity I hit rock bottom. I was out of breath and huffing it after jogging less than a mile. I felt like a slug, and after seeing pictures of my bloated form, looked like one. Even worse, after I had sent my parents some pics of me at the event they mentioned that I looked kind of portly.