My Living Room

There is a spot in my living room,

now home to the end of a soft blue couch,

that once was bare.

 

It was there we danced on New Year’s Eve

to a Mariah Carey song

I admitted to you always made me cry,

and by danced I mean

we stuck our socked feet firmly

to the old wooden floor

and swayed like December palm trees,

leaves laced together, rooted but light.

 

It was my favorite dance I’ve ever done.

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Spin Class

The old woman behind me

in Sunday morning spin class

has dozens of gold

bracelets jingling

from her delicate elbows

to her relaxed wrists

which she’s showing off

to the young woman

on the spin bike next to her.

She is half the size

of my right thigh,

not one bit on pace

with the class

reading the newspaper

while pedaling slowly.

The rest of us are

grinding away at our energy;

she just keeps on pedaling.

The Vestibule

His cigarette was sweet,

as the smoke weaved over the rusted

wrought iron fence and slid through

the cracks between the double glass doors,

while I waited for a delivery truck.

The leaves curled over themselves

curling over the welcome mat,

exactly the way it smelled to drink

hot beer in the square in Krakow,

but on a Saturday afternoon in Queens.

Very Bad Blogging

In my struggle effort to reach the coveted title of “semi-functioning adult,” I realized I’ve fallen into this hole of forgetting to carve out time for food adventures. Neglecting the blog and all of the wonderful things there are to eat in this world is the last thing I want to be doing, so I offer you some notes on three Manhattan spots that have taken the internet by storm. Let’s raise our desserts to making time to do what you love.


Milk & Cream Cereal BarLittle Italy

My old roommate and I actually stumbled upon Milk & Cream by accident, on a gray Saturday afternoon in May. It plays upon the success of Momofuku’s infamous and ever Instagram-worthy cereal milk ice cream, but on a major sugar high. If you go traditional, you’ll be allowed one cereal choice to blend into your ice cream and one topping, all in a cup or in a The Konery cone (As a heads up, the Birthday Cake Konery cone is pretty but is not a good choice.) If you’re fancier, go for a Signature Blend. No worries about the size of the line, the staff is totally on it!

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Personal fav: Vanilla ice cream with Cinnamon Toast Crunch blended in, topped with chocolate chips *drools*.


DOGreenwich Village

DO now has adorable storefront Greenwich Village, after churning out edible, egg-less cookie dough from a kitchen in Kips Bay for quite a few years.

It’s sugary, creative, and actually feels kind of naughty… like you should be eating all of whatever you order before whomever used to bake cookies with you comes back to scold you for sticking your fingers in the raw dough and give you a lecture on the dangers of eating uncooked eggs. However, just like back in the day, one scoop is probably all you need, even without the raw eggs; it’s very dense. Prepare yourself for a minor food comatose shortly following.


EgglooChinatown

When my friend Kendra comes to town, all we do is eat. So when she told me she wanted to find Eggloo, I knew it was going to be good.

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And it was. It’s not fancy, just fun. You have your choice of bubble waffle and your choice of ice cream. Oh, and your topping limit is uncapped. Smother your whole life in mini M & M’s and chocolate Pocky while you can.

Commute

I never

look up

on my walk

to work,

but today I

counted windows,

rolled my

fingertips over

crumbling bricks,

stared down

the scaffolding,

and took just

a moment

for the

cloudless Tuesday

morning sky.

There’s More To This

Like sushi rolls, restaurants are even better with something special inside.

I don’t actually eat real sushi… yet. I’m still getting past the fact that most things that are raw are also slimy which is proving to be rather difficult. I can, however, now eat a piece or two of yellowtail sashimi and hold it together, which is a great improvement from immediately gagging on salmon roe (This is still a thing. However, I’m just accepting it because my sister, a true sushi lover, has the same reaction to such an ingredient). I now also exercise zero restraint on California rolls, anything with fruit inside, tempura things, and salmon teriyaki.

Salmon teriyaki is the real MVP. Moving on before a massive tangent happens…

While I might not be fully qualified to weigh in on the cuisine, don’t count me out just yet. A place’s overall vibe is just as, if not more, important. And as far as vibes go, Shokudo is where it’s at.

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It’s a neat and tidy little place with some funk. There’s a solid playlist of pop hits everyone genuinely loves, with a strong emphasis on the new and improved Justin Bieber, and none of that super repetitive junk. The menu is not overwhelming, and even has a few things for those of us who don’t prefer our fish still swimming.

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Delicious Miso action for starters…

I went the bento box route because I secretly wanted a taste of everything anyway, while my sister went for a modified poke bowl (pictured below). Shokudo took what has become a very trendy (and usually overpriced) dish and dialed it back a little, letting simplicity shine through. It’s true testament to the whole experience. My compartmentalized array of little delicacies was nothing to scoff at either.

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And now you’ve gotten all the way to end of my first food post in a very, very long time and I haven’t even clarified what makes Shokudo so special. The building that houses Shokudo actually has quite the history; my grandparents used to own it. The bottom floor was once my grandfather’s pharmacy. Places with remaining bits of New York City history are becoming fewer and farther between. If you take a seat and look up, you’ll notice there are beams running across the ceiling. They are one of the only remaining original elements of the space. Everything else has been fully transformed.

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Even so, Shokudo is a little oasis amongst all of the Hell’s Kitchen movement. I think even my grandfather, who was one tough cookie, would have given it his stamp of approval; his granddaughters certainly did!


Shokudo

658 9th Ave (Corner of 46th St)
New York, NY 10036

http://www.shokudonyc.com/

Best In Snow

Rooftops aren’t just for sweltering August days anymore.

After Saturday brunch at The Crooked Knife on 30th Street (I tried to write a whole blog post on the experience, but I have to say I struggled. The place was real hipster but was nothing outstanding, and is likely best with a very specific crowd. Anyways, back to the good stuff…) 230 Fifth seemed like the only reasonable after-party… at 5:30 PM. Never too early?

The entrance, which looks at the Flatiron Building, is nothing too extravagant for a bar that is actually a rather famous event space, and therefore my preconceived notions slowly melted away.

It’s free to take an elevator ride to the top. The inside portion of the bar is a cross between a sports bar and a very luxury club, but the outside is what really seals the deal. If you still use Facebook, you’ve likely seen the viral video about the bar in NYC with igloos on the roof. This is that bar!

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The igloos are hard to come by. You’ll likely have to make friends with whomever is already zipped inside, or you need to already be a large enough group to take over an entire one and scare other visitors away. They are comfortably warm, seat about 12 – 14 people, and each is a different color, which makes finding your way back easier (Ours was red!).

The outdoor bar sort of resembles a line of drive-through windows. It’s very expensive. However, I purchased a Hot Chocolate spiked with Bailey’s, and quickly ignored how much I ended up paying for it because it was just so. damn. good (I feel the same way about Irish cream as I do about chorizo. If it’s there, I must have it, because everything tastes better with it. Kahlua Hot Chocolate is also an option at 230 Fifth, but choose wisely. I’m rambling… sorry… ).

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We were very pleased with ourselves!

And if hot chocolate doesn’t quite sell you on a 230 Fifth visit, perhaps this will:

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Now, go ahead and cross “standing inside a snow-globe” off your bucket list.

Nothing beats a snowy, million-dollar view.


230 Fifth Rooftop Garden Bar & Restaurant

230 5th Ave

New York, NY 10001

http://www.230-fifth.com/

Melted

The strap of

my shoe hung limp

The thread

mangled and matted

to the side of my left foot

The subway grates searing

into my heel

Dusted black

By crumpled napkins

And bottle caps from last night.

Back To School

LIM College tends to get lost in the sauce in the Hunger Games-esque battle that is New York City universities. With major players like FIT and NYU, it’s easy for it to go unnoticed. I personally don’t know anyone who goes to LIM, but I did get well-acquainted with their resident café, Pickler & Co.

The small café is a sandwich counter and a coffee bar snuggled inside of one of LIM’s Midtown buildings. There’s one big table, about eight chairs, three stools facing the old-fashioned windows, a classic sandwich shop menu, and that’s it.

I ordered a Chicken Tender Wrap: lettuce, chicken fingers, cheddar, honey mustard and a whole wheat wrap. The three people ahead of me and the two behind me (All actual adults on their lunch breaks, for some more context…) ordered exactly the same thing. It was the same kind of sandwich my college best friend and I used to get after a particularly bad week or a tough exam. A kind of comfort food, I suppose, except most of the food in our college cafeteria was one step above, if not equivalent to literal plastic (Admittedly, some days the nostalgia takes hold and I actually miss it…?). Pickler & Co.’s was the real deal.

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I ate the other half before remembering to take a picture. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

In the name of a real review, I ordered a coffee too (Really channeling my inner university student here because that would make it my second cup of the day, whoops?). Nothing crazy, just an iced coffee, but a good one. So good, in fact, that I entertained the idea of revamping my mini top coffee shop list. You have a choice to flavor it, if that kind of thing suits your fancy. I’ve been told September means pumpkin-flavored things are socially acceptable again. This one was Caramel…

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Thanks, Pickler & Co., for taking me back to my NYC student roots for a hot second. I can’t possibly think of a better use for my lunch breaks.


Pickler & Co.

216 E 45th St

New York, NY 10017

http://www.picklernyc.com/