Verizon’s failure to understand my needs has resulted into an apparent cell phone blood bath. Driven to the edge by the disconnect, my cell phones, one by one, have resigned in the most atrocious of ways. Life has by now almost left my tank-like Nokia phone which I purchased on ebay to replace its vitamin-water-drowned predecessor. Read more…
D and I headed to this St Marks Place on-the-go food Mecca with one thought on our mind – chickplant! Certain to cause craving attacks and a definite sandwich hall-of-famer – chickplant is a pita stuffed with hummus, roasted (well, lets be honest here - it’s deep fried) eggplant, mashed boiled egg, mixed finely cut greens, and pickles. Read more…
Despite its prohibitive title, this 60s-styled diner bar on Smith street is vegetarian friendly and features a menu of usual suspects with a special twist. Our “corn beef hash,” mine sans beef of course, came as a delicious mix of potatoes, roasted beets and onions. Read more…
AJ, I so hearted you, and now you are gone. Way to let me down! I was so into you, but I guess you weren’t into being IT. But let’s be honest AJ, you are not a model. You are a dork. You are a girl at the counter of a food co-op. You are a coffee shop regular. You are a book worm. You are also my hero, AJ! My Wednesday nights will not be the same without you!
Lydia and I came here for a night cap after our recent Brooklyn escapade. Lydia was lured in by the sounds of live music. I was lured in purely by the sighting of alcohol. Though in the past I was always quick to make fun of Bar Tabac for its overly hipster-like patrons, this time I immediately appreciated the friendly staff, the fun atmosphere and the special attention that we got from the bartender. Read more…
I am already a failure as an aunt in law (or more exactly an aunt in sin) because on the first day of his existence in the world I mistakenly called D’s new nephew Connor. The little cutie foot’s name is actually Carter. He is the third C in my favorite Saint Louis clan. Carter was born a tiny bean but, from what I hear, has no trouble sprouting. He will be one month old next Thursday!
So yesterday I committed a crime. Forgive me, all the lefty, anti-corporate vegaquarians of the world, for I have sinned. I failed you in the worst way possible. I got a Big Fish sandwich at a Burger King along the Jersey Pike.
I urge everyone to note that my sin was not that of conviction, but rather one of expediency and despair. In addition to the BK, New Jersey Turnpike presented no option other than McDonalds, Popeyes or Nathan’s. Of course, some will say that I could’ve avoided this misdeed by dining on a Carvel cone. Read more…