It's Snowing in Manhattan and
I had a McDonalds for the first time since the Fourth of July.
Back then, I was looking to grub in the absence of the previously trusty ole dining hall. I opted for the most American of meals -- one both inexpensive, poor quality, high quantity, and supremely unhealthy.
This evening's occasion, on the other hand, is more personal.
I recently finished "Chew on This" -- but not as recently as Terry Pratchett's splenderrific "Mort" of the Discworld series, which I completed on the train ride home. "Chew on This" is the semi-sequel to "Fast Foot Nation," a book which needs no explanation to my erudite, well-read readership.
Anyway, "Chew on This" furthered my already-developed distaste for fast food, but I wanted to show the book who was boss, wanted to show the book that I was in control, that I wasn't afraid. To prove my fortitude, I ordered -- straight-faced, mind you -- a double cheeseburger, a four-piece chicken McNuggets (or are they just "nuggets" now?), and a small fry. Thank you, Dollar Menu.
I ate said meal, paired with a bottle of imported beer that cost as much as the sum of the meal, as well as the equivalent cost to my intermittent diet conscience, which is considerable.
This "food" greeted the prior inhabitants of my stomach from the dusk's previous forays, including a slider (aka "mini-burger") from The House of Brews, where I joined some concert-going, pre-gaming friends. Amongst the slider, the liquid contents of our post-work imbibery reside, among them a quartet of sampled beers -- Czar's Revenge Imperial Stout (black, opaque, chocolatey), Arrogant Bastard Ale (first time I'd had it draft), Blue Point Winter Ale (a seasonal), and Kona Longboard Ale (I have a memory for food snobbery, you could say.)
The highlight of the evening, however -- and, because I'm a jerk, far more exciting than my comrades, however awesome they may be -- was my consumption of the strongest and most expensive beer in the world, Sam Adams' Utopias. My single ounce cost $13, but I was glad to have it, since a 750 mL of the beer runs north of $100, and I desired but a taste.
All in all, it was tasty, and appropriate, and I value the experience, though I doubt that I'll drop that chunk of change on such a small portion again. Ah, marketing...
Wednesday evening was an Annandale reunion of sorts, with Nikki (of UVA) and Bayla (circa 2003) gathering for a fabulous(ly inexpensive and meaty) Filipino meal in midtown. I had the fried pork knuckle, naturally. Good times were had.
Previously, I attend the ninth session of my 11-lecture "Advertising and Marketing 101" course with the Ad Club of New York. This week's discussion was my favorite thus far, featuring a presentation by the integrated marketing team that translates Unilever's needs to Time Warner properties.
Last week, I attend the Media Studies advisory board meeting, which was held in the Hearst building, and then took advantage of Altria's generosity to Comm School alums, which sorta includes me, with a fabulous top-shelf open bar in their lobby for a good few hours. Needless to say, I reconnected, etc.
Next Time:
+Movin' on Up
+Tops Tens
+More!
Back then, I was looking to grub in the absence of the previously trusty ole dining hall. I opted for the most American of meals -- one both inexpensive, poor quality, high quantity, and supremely unhealthy.
This evening's occasion, on the other hand, is more personal.
I recently finished "Chew on This" -- but not as recently as Terry Pratchett's splenderrific "Mort" of the Discworld series, which I completed on the train ride home. "Chew on This" is the semi-sequel to "Fast Foot Nation," a book which needs no explanation to my erudite, well-read readership.
Anyway, "Chew on This" furthered my already-developed distaste for fast food, but I wanted to show the book who was boss, wanted to show the book that I was in control, that I wasn't afraid. To prove my fortitude, I ordered -- straight-faced, mind you -- a double cheeseburger, a four-piece chicken McNuggets (or are they just "nuggets" now?), and a small fry. Thank you, Dollar Menu.
I ate said meal, paired with a bottle of imported beer that cost as much as the sum of the meal, as well as the equivalent cost to my intermittent diet conscience, which is considerable.
This "food" greeted the prior inhabitants of my stomach from the dusk's previous forays, including a slider (aka "mini-burger") from The House of Brews, where I joined some concert-going, pre-gaming friends. Amongst the slider, the liquid contents of our post-work imbibery reside, among them a quartet of sampled beers -- Czar's Revenge Imperial Stout (black, opaque, chocolatey), Arrogant Bastard Ale (first time I'd had it draft), Blue Point Winter Ale (a seasonal), and Kona Longboard Ale (I have a memory for food snobbery, you could say.)
The highlight of the evening, however -- and, because I'm a jerk, far more exciting than my comrades, however awesome they may be -- was my consumption of the strongest and most expensive beer in the world, Sam Adams' Utopias. My single ounce cost $13, but I was glad to have it, since a 750 mL of the beer runs north of $100, and I desired but a taste.
All in all, it was tasty, and appropriate, and I value the experience, though I doubt that I'll drop that chunk of change on such a small portion again. Ah, marketing...
Wednesday evening was an Annandale reunion of sorts, with Nikki (of UVA) and Bayla (circa 2003) gathering for a fabulous(ly inexpensive and meaty) Filipino meal in midtown. I had the fried pork knuckle, naturally. Good times were had.
Previously, I attend the ninth session of my 11-lecture "Advertising and Marketing 101" course with the Ad Club of New York. This week's discussion was my favorite thus far, featuring a presentation by the integrated marketing team that translates Unilever's needs to Time Warner properties.
Last week, I attend the Media Studies advisory board meeting, which was held in the Hearst building, and then took advantage of Altria's generosity to Comm School alums, which sorta includes me, with a fabulous top-shelf open bar in their lobby for a good few hours. Needless to say, I reconnected, etc.
Next Time:
+Movin' on Up
+Tops Tens
+More!