One of the things that most men dread, and some women too, its shopping for clothes. It’s a necessary evil, and one that I do not like at all anymore. I actually did not mind hitting the shops to pick up some gear for my bod back in the past. I was a bit of a clothes whore. That was when things actually fit me the right way. Before my body changed a bit. Before I moved into NYC and caught the foodie bug and became a gluttonous beast. I mean, let’s get real here, one of the reasons so many of us live in a cosmopolitan fantasyland like the city I reside in is that fact that there is pretty much every fattening and delicious food on the planet here. Amazing restaurants. Ethnic diversity of meals. Food stands on almost every corner. Food trucks parked on the streets. Temptation is everywhere. Everything freaking delivers! Massive Gastronomica! Continue reading Massive Gastronomica, Clothes Shopping, and Spanx in NYC!→
The “SALTY PIMP” SMACKED me around like the HO that I am, and demanded that I get my man-gina out there and bring him more money! WRAP YOUR LIPS around that cone! You better work!
Now that I had the pimp-hand smack me around a bit I was ready for my first Big Gay Ice Cream truck experience. Waiting on line in anticipation I was contemplating which creative concoction to try – the Salty Pimp, Bea Arthur, Gobbler, CoCoCone, Wasabi Cone, or the Monday Sundae. All have really inventive toppings and flavorings added to the wonderfully creamy and airy vanilla ice cream. There is no real way to describe this ice cream. It is worlds apart from Mr Softee, crazily better then many gelato stands, and beats the heck out of Pinkeberry and Tasti D-Lite. If there is one ice cream truck you should bring visiting friends and family to on a hot summer day it is this one. Hands down. Continue reading Big Gay Ice Cream Truck – the NYC Salty Pimp!→