In search of Gyro
damn. i have a craving for a really good lamb Gyro. I had one on 7th avenue near 34th near work. BOO (boo boo boo, i say!! flavorless). Then I had one at the little place on 8th near 23rd near yoga class. EH. Then I had one from the Halal cart outside FIT today -- not bad but too much hot sauce. ... *sigh* Am I Damned to Hunger for the Gyro at SmithHaven Mall Food Court for the rest of my days?
This is New York City for god's sake...
i know. i will google: Best Gyro in NYC.
i'm sure somebody has created a job for themselves rating gyros. bastard.
i mean - good for hir!
I also tried something call Yolato. For all those unfamiliar unsophicated people -- that's YOgurt gelATO. hahah. YO-LATO. On a whim - i went to get some. tasty rather. i didn't go after the tiny little spoons for sampling though. it was killing me to see all those use-once spoons go in the little garbage can -- KILLING ME. After Yolato i wandered and happened upon a Shaolin Kung fu studio on 27th between 7th and 6th. Excellent. these are all near my work. relatively near. not the yolato. i mean yoga and kung fu. i was dying to get up and pummel something during yoga class today. there was a cute girl who gave me my yolato cup. (NOO!!! i dont mean pummel her!!) i think she gave me extra and offered me a napkin and wished me a good day and a big smile -- twice. i may go back there to say hello (minus the yolato b/c i'm that ballsy). i just like saying yolato over and over again. yolato. there was a girl named "Yo" in my Yoga class today. it was so confusing. "That's good, Yo." "Lock those knees, yo!" ... mostly because i talk like that. watch that cute girl be in high school. dammit.
the best burger in the world can be found at the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park.
i heard about it from a skinny girl whose eyes glazed over when she started talking about it. boy was she right...it was perfect. worth the wait in line. worth the 7 bucks for a double. worth the second wait with your ticket and little buzzer. worth searching for a seat and then ending up sitting on a bench where you are vulnerable to strangers and evangelists.
i think i might wait another year or so before having another. they are addictive. it's right next to the flatiron building where (Jocelyn!!!) works. i never really appreciated the flatiron until i realized that's why it's called "the flatiron district" -- right? now it's just so much more significant dammit. though i like the ornamentation of the facade, too, and the statues etc. etc. and now i will know what the heck people are talking about when they say "it's in the flatiron district".
there was a woman who tried to "survey" me about religion today. normally i would be all over that. but she wanted to read a little booklet to me while i ate my gyro. Do i look like I can't read, woman? "No, I would prefer that you not read that to me while I eat." And then she was like -- "it's very short and then there are just 4 questions at the end that are really important!" -- (what? you did not say this was a QUIZ!) Can I guess that those questions will lead me to re-evaluate my place in the universe and the role of Jesus Christ as my personal savior?
Do not pretend to be a researcher doing a survey. That is an insult to real sociologists of religion. or to real researchers of any type. do not come up to me with out any recording device(not even pen and paper) or without a waiver of some sort. do not hover over me and gyro.
This is New York City for god's sake...
i know. i will google: Best Gyro in NYC.
i'm sure somebody has created a job for themselves rating gyros. bastard.
i mean - good for hir!
I also tried something call Yolato. For all those unfamiliar unsophicated people -- that's YOgurt gelATO. hahah. YO-LATO. On a whim - i went to get some. tasty rather. i didn't go after the tiny little spoons for sampling though. it was killing me to see all those use-once spoons go in the little garbage can -- KILLING ME. After Yolato i wandered and happened upon a Shaolin Kung fu studio on 27th between 7th and 6th. Excellent. these are all near my work. relatively near. not the yolato. i mean yoga and kung fu. i was dying to get up and pummel something during yoga class today. there was a cute girl who gave me my yolato cup. (NOO!!! i dont mean pummel her!!) i think she gave me extra and offered me a napkin and wished me a good day and a big smile -- twice. i may go back there to say hello (minus the yolato b/c i'm that ballsy). i just like saying yolato over and over again. yolato. there was a girl named "Yo" in my Yoga class today. it was so confusing. "That's good, Yo." "Lock those knees, yo!" ... mostly because i talk like that. watch that cute girl be in high school. dammit.
the best burger in the world can be found at the Shake Shack in Madison Square Park.
i heard about it from a skinny girl whose eyes glazed over when she started talking about it. boy was she right...it was perfect. worth the wait in line. worth the 7 bucks for a double. worth the second wait with your ticket and little buzzer. worth searching for a seat and then ending up sitting on a bench where you are vulnerable to strangers and evangelists.
i think i might wait another year or so before having another. they are addictive. it's right next to the flatiron building where (Jocelyn!!!) works. i never really appreciated the flatiron until i realized that's why it's called "the flatiron district" -- right? now it's just so much more significant dammit. though i like the ornamentation of the facade, too, and the statues etc. etc. and now i will know what the heck people are talking about when they say "it's in the flatiron district".
there was a woman who tried to "survey" me about religion today. normally i would be all over that. but she wanted to read a little booklet to me while i ate my gyro. Do i look like I can't read, woman? "No, I would prefer that you not read that to me while I eat." And then she was like -- "it's very short and then there are just 4 questions at the end that are really important!" -- (what? you did not say this was a QUIZ!) Can I guess that those questions will lead me to re-evaluate my place in the universe and the role of Jesus Christ as my personal savior?
Do not pretend to be a researcher doing a survey. That is an insult to real sociologists of religion. or to real researchers of any type. do not come up to me with out any recording device(not even pen and paper) or without a waiver of some sort. do not hover over me and gyro.