Due to my eating exploits around New York City I have an abundance of foodie memories, gastronomic comas, and not to mention a few extra inches around my waist. From simple eats, to comforting meals, to all out disgusting pig-outs.
Therefore, these are the experiences that will be henceforth locked away in a new page on this blog – The Gluttony Files…..
Island Burgers & Shakes
If you ever get the hankering to eat a cow, this is the place to go!
After a recent Broadway event a group of friends and I were quite hungry and needed something to fill our belly’s. What better then huge slabs of meat with all types of toppings for a sloppy delicious gut busting meal? Island Burgers & Shakes satisfied our carnivorous cravings – and then some! Continue reading If you ever want to eat a cow, this is the place to go!→
Sometimes we just want to escape the city for a day, or take a weekend getaway. Many people don’t realize there are quick day trips that can be made using Amtrak or the Metro North railroad. One of these is Tarrytown which is also known as Sleepy Hallow. It’s only around a 45 minute ride a bit north of NYC. The train fare is affordable, there are many things to see and do in the area, good places to eat, and you really don’t need a car to get around as there is a local taxi service to use.
I recently watched a series on the History Channel titled “The Men Who Built America“. It was a facinating look at the powerful men of the industrial age of this country who forged companies that became behemoths, monopolies, and made them wealthy beyond comprehension. Sure, none of these men were saints, and all were cut-throat, but they helped America become the world’s premier industrialized nation at the time. One of these men was John D. Rockefeller and his amazing family estate is open for tours. Continue reading Looking for something to do near NYC? A quick day trip to Tarrytown.→
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 –
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!→