where are all the fruit flies from?
Well, I went to Devi and it sucked. The chef has fallen off. Way off. The food was bland and overpriced. The best part of the dinner wasn't the food, it was destroying the hopes of the food photographer from NY Magazine that sat next to us and asked us for a recommendation.
Food photographer to Chef of Restaurant: "I am a food photographer I've worked in Fancy Magazine #1, Fancy Magazine #5, and Fancy Paper #2. Let me know if I can be of service to you!"
Food photographer's friend: "yes, Head Chef and I are friends, I like his food"
FP to Chris as we are leaving, food left uneaten and free dessert turned away: "Perhaps you could help us with a recommendation?"
Chris to FP: "No, no. They've fallen off"
FP: GASP!
Rachael to FP: "Yes, we used to come here a lot but in the past month the food has fallen way off. Very disappointing."
FP watches us leave, slightly crushed looking, FP's friend looks scared.
Probably ruined his night, poor guy. Oh well. So I have to find another fancy delicious restaurant in New York where I go to treat myself. If you have recommendations, let me know.
I went to Boston last weekend, it was fun! It was good recompense for having to endure a mysterious raging UTI that disappeared within the 24 hours it took to get a doctor's appointment. Massive amounts of water and unsweetened cranberry juice did the trick! Massive -as in, I came home, sat on the toilet with a gallon jug of water and just sat and drank/peed/cried for half an hour. I'm glad I don't have to take antibiotics.
So anyway, Boston! I tagged along on a Chris business trip and got put up in a fancy hotel suite! oooO! Got to walk around in the Old Town area which was pretty neat, and the waterfront was pretty. I took some movie footage of the harbor area because the sounds were really cool, but some bum kept crashing trash cans around in the background and I got scared of him and my movie became frantic with audible curses at the bum.
I also checked out Faneuil Market. I think that's how you spell it. And the Old State House. And yes, I wandered around on the Freedom Trail. Saw the site of the Boston Massacre, where Crispus Attucks (poor, tragic Crispus Attucks!) was the first to fall to the tensions of the British Gurad. Decided I really liked the name Crispus. Then I got really cold because it was 35 degrees all day and I hadn't yet gotten my winter coat out of storage. So I retreated to a bookstore until Chris found me. I did not get to go to Toscanini's. Next time.
Oh yeah, Chris lost his job -a victim of the unfriendly economy. My job is still there, and while I am grateful for that and for my benefits, frankly, I kind of wish it wasn't. I kind of wish, in fact, that I had been blessed with a desire to learn computer-related things when I was young and malleable, and not taken to books so, because then I might have been earning AT LEAST 50 K a year, starting salary. But no. No.
No, I decided that reading was fun, and decided to major in it. And then here I am, doing something I got my only "C" on in high school for 35 a year, with benefits and carpal tunnel. How utterly soul-destroying.
Well, in the spirit of being thankful, I am thankful that I don't have any kids. PHEW. I am thankful for IUDs. I am thankful for health insurance, even if it means I have to work a job that offers nothing creatively. I am thankful for friends who I never see or hear from but I know are still there. And I am thankful that William S. Burroughs put it much better than me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8m_J6sXj_0
Food photographer to Chef of Restaurant: "I am a food photographer I've worked in Fancy Magazine #1, Fancy Magazine #5, and Fancy Paper #2. Let me know if I can be of service to you!"
Food photographer's friend: "yes, Head Chef and I are friends, I like his food"
FP to Chris as we are leaving, food left uneaten and free dessert turned away: "Perhaps you could help us with a recommendation?"
Chris to FP: "No, no. They've fallen off"
FP: GASP!
Rachael to FP: "Yes, we used to come here a lot but in the past month the food has fallen way off. Very disappointing."
FP watches us leave, slightly crushed looking, FP's friend looks scared.
Probably ruined his night, poor guy. Oh well. So I have to find another fancy delicious restaurant in New York where I go to treat myself. If you have recommendations, let me know.
I went to Boston last weekend, it was fun! It was good recompense for having to endure a mysterious raging UTI that disappeared within the 24 hours it took to get a doctor's appointment. Massive amounts of water and unsweetened cranberry juice did the trick! Massive -as in, I came home, sat on the toilet with a gallon jug of water and just sat and drank/peed/cried for half an hour. I'm glad I don't have to take antibiotics.
So anyway, Boston! I tagged along on a Chris business trip and got put up in a fancy hotel suite! oooO! Got to walk around in the Old Town area which was pretty neat, and the waterfront was pretty. I took some movie footage of the harbor area because the sounds were really cool, but some bum kept crashing trash cans around in the background and I got scared of him and my movie became frantic with audible curses at the bum.
I also checked out Faneuil Market. I think that's how you spell it. And the Old State House. And yes, I wandered around on the Freedom Trail. Saw the site of the Boston Massacre, where Crispus Attucks (poor, tragic Crispus Attucks!) was the first to fall to the tensions of the British Gurad. Decided I really liked the name Crispus. Then I got really cold because it was 35 degrees all day and I hadn't yet gotten my winter coat out of storage. So I retreated to a bookstore until Chris found me. I did not get to go to Toscanini's. Next time.
Oh yeah, Chris lost his job -a victim of the unfriendly economy. My job is still there, and while I am grateful for that and for my benefits, frankly, I kind of wish it wasn't. I kind of wish, in fact, that I had been blessed with a desire to learn computer-related things when I was young and malleable, and not taken to books so, because then I might have been earning AT LEAST 50 K a year, starting salary. But no. No.
No, I decided that reading was fun, and decided to major in it. And then here I am, doing something I got my only "C" on in high school for 35 a year, with benefits and carpal tunnel. How utterly soul-destroying.
Well, in the spirit of being thankful, I am thankful that I don't have any kids. PHEW. I am thankful for IUDs. I am thankful for health insurance, even if it means I have to work a job that offers nothing creatively. I am thankful for friends who I never see or hear from but I know are still there. And I am thankful that William S. Burroughs put it much better than me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8m_J6sXj_0