New Year's Eve we ended up dancing to 1970s Motown music at Nowhere Bar.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Roberta's
The day after Christmas brought a blizzard to the city. Housebound all day after sleeping off the Christmas dinner food coma (preceded by the Boy's mother's cooking food coma) and playing with our new toys, we planned to go see a movie. However, the weather changed our minds, yet being inside all day and night wasn't a satisfying way to pass a day off. So, with our neighbor Joel, we layered up and bundled ourselves out the door into the storm to get a drink.
We headed down Troutman towards Tandem, only to discover the bar wisely shuttered. We turned back and stopped by 250 for another layer and then re-treaded our way towards Roberta's.
The restaurant was not entirely empty. I removed my upper layers, and set my wet socks on the seat to warm up. With my feet bare under the table we studied the menu.
Joel and I each ordered a mug of eggnog laced with bourbon. The Boy ordered a Cheeses Christ pizza, which he shared. We topped of the night with a glass of beer each - a lager for Joel, an ale for the Boy, and a pilsner for myself.
And then we headed back through the heavy winds and stretching drifts of snow towards the warmth of home.
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The Gift
Lt. Blender's Eggnog in a Bag, 12-Ounce Pouches (Pack of 3)
We headed down Troutman towards Tandem, only to discover the bar wisely shuttered. We turned back and stopped by 250 for another layer and then re-treaded our way towards Roberta's.
The restaurant was not entirely empty. I removed my upper layers, and set my wet socks on the seat to warm up. With my feet bare under the table we studied the menu.
Joel and I each ordered a mug of eggnog laced with bourbon. The Boy ordered a Cheeses Christ pizza, which he shared. We topped of the night with a glass of beer each - a lager for Joel, an ale for the Boy, and a pilsner for myself.
And then we headed back through the heavy winds and stretching drifts of snow towards the warmth of home.
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The Gift
Lt. Blender's Eggnog in a Bag, 12-Ounce Pouches (Pack of 3)
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Star on 18
After brunch with Luswin I met up with the Boy in the Checkered Shirt and Ramona to check out some galleries in Chelsea. Among them the Prince Street Gallery and the Bowery Gallery, both no longer found on their namesake streets.
After a couple hours of taking in art and walking under the High Line, we found this diner on 10th Avenue. The Boy ordered a cup of chamomile tea and an apple turnover, while Ramona and I had coffee and pie (blueberry for her, apple for me). We all helped ourselves to bites from a scoop of ice cream on the Boy's plate.
After a couple hours of taking in art and walking under the High Line, we found this diner on 10th Avenue. The Boy ordered a cup of chamomile tea and an apple turnover, while Ramona and I had coffee and pie (blueberry for her, apple for me). We all helped ourselves to bites from a scoop of ice cream on the Boy's plate.
La Grainne Cafe
It had been a while since Luswin and I had some one on one time to kvetch about everyone else, so we met up at noon on Saturday at this French cafe in Chelsea. He was early and I was on time.
We each had a cup of coffee (mine with cream, his with skim milk) and shared a croissant aux amandes. He ordered an omelet and I had a bowl of muesli with fruit and yogurt.
We each had a cup of coffee (mine with cream, his with skim milk) and shared a croissant aux amandes. He ordered an omelet and I had a bowl of muesli with fruit and yogurt.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Today on the L Train
After the loud skater teens got off to terrorize Union Square, the hipster girl in horn rimmed glasses and day-glo hair sitting across from me turned to the guy in the OSU hat and asked him if the Buckeyes/Wolverines game was today. A lengthy discussion of OSU's football schedule ensued, followed by the disclosures that she is from Mayfield, Ohio and he from Dublin, Ohio. His friend sitting silently nearby was from St. Claire Shores, Michigan. I chimed in too, but they had never heard of Put-in-Bay and I effectively killed the conversation.
I momentarily missed the loud skater teens. The train felt very slow.
And then it finally arrived at 8th Avenue and we parted.
I momentarily missed the loud skater teens. The train felt very slow.
And then it finally arrived at 8th Avenue and we parted.
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Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Chez Frank
With our extra hour from the end of daylight savings time, the Boy in the Checkered Shirt and I went to Frank's new place in Chelsea for brunch. Frank is subletting the apartment for the next year and it is lovely.
Amusing to me, it is a railroad apartment. Reminiscent of a trailer, these narrow floorplans dot the city. They can be difficult to decorate, cohabitate, and entertain in due to their flowing layout. In Bushwick they are the standard and a stumbling block to the neighborhood's gentrification.
But in Chelsea, Frank's place is stunning. Wood floors, intact molding, open doors, southern exposure, and ingeniously created closets plus the comfortable leather club chair made the afternoon a relaxing end to the weekend.
When we arrived he had French sandwiches, grapes and cantelope, mint tea, nuts, chips and hummus waiting for us.
We followed the meal with a walk down the High Line.
Amusing to me, it is a railroad apartment. Reminiscent of a trailer, these narrow floorplans dot the city. They can be difficult to decorate, cohabitate, and entertain in due to their flowing layout. In Bushwick they are the standard and a stumbling block to the neighborhood's gentrification.
But in Chelsea, Frank's place is stunning. Wood floors, intact molding, open doors, southern exposure, and ingeniously created closets plus the comfortable leather club chair made the afternoon a relaxing end to the weekend.
When we arrived he had French sandwiches, grapes and cantelope, mint tea, nuts, chips and hummus waiting for us.
We followed the meal with a walk down the High Line.
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