Dorks in Manhattan: Thurs-Sat
Team Line Party at the Game of Thrones Food Truck (except Lisa who took the photo):
Delicious Head Cheese from Friday at the truck:
So good we fought over it, then went back for seconds when we discovered the truck hadn't given away everything and was standing alone.
Venison:
Duck:
When I say "Game of Thrones Food Truck," this is what I mean.
When not going out to stalk the food truck (first come, first served, 300 portions per evening of two entrees), I have been wandering around the city having fun.
My flight left Houston on time at 7:30, and we landed at Philadelphia a bit early. But in between, there was a medical emergency on the flight. A young, strapping-looking guy suddenly collapsed on his way to the bathroom, right at the end of my aisle. This was the first time I have heard a flight attendant get on the loudspeaker asking for a doctor, nurse or EMT among the passengers. The crew was very efficient and helpful, and there turned out to be a doctor and a nurse on board, and the gentleman was apparently suffering from dehydration and low blood sugar from not eating. All was well at the end, and we still made our gate on time.
Once I landed in Philadelphia, I took the train to 30th Street Station, where I had some time to kill before my train to NYC so I had lunch and spent some time charging my phone at a random plug under an advertisement.
The train ride was awesome - outlets at every seat! If I had known that I wouldn't have been so paranoid about plugging in in the waiting area. I dozed off for a lot of the trip, listening to Gurrumul.
From Penn Station, I got myself without incident to E's apartment, and then after a bit of relaxation time we went off to find the Game of Thrones Food Truck and Lisa and Chris in the West Village.
We stood on line for the truck, then ate our food outside, even though it was freezing and rainy, and by the time we had eaten my toes were numb and my hands were aching with cold. I was definitely regretting not taking some time at E's to layer up a bit more. Extra socks would have been good.
Once we finished our food truck food (there were six of us, so we split our orders three and three and shared. Delicious!), Lisa and E and I headed to Red Hook for Pub Quiz at Rocky Sullivan's, where we were joined by Robin and Jaye.
I have not always enjoyed my pub quiz experiences when I come back into town, I think I've rather lost the taste for so much stress and intensity around what is really just a game, so while I was trying for "Yay, back with my friends fun!" the groups around me were still in high-stress mode. Our team had some bad moments, and the team that won was really just kind of rude, and while claiming to be friendly was quite mean. It was dispiriting, to say the least, although I did enjoy the food and the company anyway.
And I'm sure I'll go next week, too. It's tradition. And perhaps everybody can take a chill pill once the weather stops being awful (let the weather stop being awful!)
Friday was a lazy day for me. E had to work, so I slept in, and then had a leisurely breakfast, then caught up on a bit of news, read my book, and made a shopping list. I went out into the wilds of Manhattan for groceries and socks, both of which were speedily acquired. Then with my new layering power of double socks, I bundled myself well and went off in search of the food truck again, this time in Chelsea on 14th and 9th Ave.
The final meal for the food truck was themed on Winterfell, and featured head cheese. It was AWESOME. The head cheese was delicious, just lightly salted with wonderful accompaniments, and when we were splitting it up we had extra and fought over it. LOL. Dueling plasticware!
The six of us once more split the order between head cheese and venison, then headed over to Chelsea Market to eat it. Chelsea Market has all kinds of really cool public art, as well as tables and food court type situations. We sat outside a milkshake joint, and the rest of the crew ended up acquiring milkshake deliciousness. I sampled several flavors, but opted not to get too dairy-heavy after the food truck stuff.
On our way back to the subway for our parting, we discovered that the truck was still serving, and the line was done. So at the urging of the folks from HBO and the promotions company, we got on line for seconds. More head cheese! Yeah!
At the truck we met Jeremy, who stuck around with Lisa and E and me as we headed deeper into the Village proper for actual dinner. We ended up at a really cute little sushi place, which was very delicious as well, and a good complement to the rich gamey Game of Thrones food.
E and I got home to find a post-it note on her door from her neighbors explaining that they were having friends over to watch the Cricket World Cup and cheer for India, so apologies in advance if they woke us up with the cheering. They said we were welcome to come by if they did wake us, and watch some of the game and learn about cricket. It was very cute.
Saturday morning did see us rousing slightly at the cheering and moaning from next door during the cricket match. It was quite funny, trying to figure out what was going on according to the sounds. I slept through a lot of it, but finally we got up and got ready for the day. On our way out, we knocked at the door to find out how it was going, and India was not doing well. We wished them luck and went on our way.
We met more fun folks at the Jewish Museum on Fifth Avenue to see an exhibit of Maira Kalman's illustration. Everybody else seemed to know this person quite well, I felt like a doofus a bit for having no idea who she was. But she certainly did a lot of interesting stuff, and I did recognize a few pieces once we were inside. The paintings were great, and a lot of the found object art made me smile. In the museum there was also an exhibit of Wedding Contracts from various Jewish diasporas, going back to medieval Cairo up to a modern art one with cut paper. It was very cool.
After the museum we went to lunch at a cute little cafe on 3rd Avenue, and sat outside. It was still just cool enough that we kept our coats on, but that was comfortable. We met a beautiful puppy who also had to sit outside, and enjoyed a meal full of accidental spills but no major damage. Ah, rickety outdoor tables and people with bulky coats on. Fun times.
Once lunch was finished, E and I headed back to her apartment to relax for a while before going to Brooklyn for a fundraising dinner. I knew only one person there except for E, but it was still rather nice enough. The folks were interesting and the food was exceptionally good. Beautiful homemade guac and salsa and enchiladas and roasted cactus, among other things.
On our way home from Brooklyn, we ran into a mighty MTA fuck-up, when the trains abruptly stopped running and offered no alternative routes or shuttle buses or anything. There was apparently a passenger injury or something farther up the line, and no cops or MTA uniformed personnel were around to tell us what our options were or even how long the delay might be before the trains they had stopped ran again. Tons of people were still sitting on the 6 train when we left, because the announcements were ambiguous about whether it was stopped as well as the 4. We thought about walking a couple blocks to a different train, as we were down at Brooklyn Bridge, but in the end I made an executive decision to flag down a cab. That wasn't exactly the best idea, either, but mostly because the cabbie seemed emotionally wedded to that one avenue, even though the traffic was horrid between the Brooklyn Bridge and the Williamsburg Bridge. Yargh. But the important thing is that we made it home and fell into bed and slept. Ah, sleep.
And now we are at Sunday, and I hope to have dinner later with Seminary classmates. E and I are preparing to leave for the Brooklyn Flea. Yay!
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Delicious Head Cheese from Friday at the truck:
So good we fought over it, then went back for seconds when we discovered the truck hadn't given away everything and was standing alone.
Venison:
Duck:
When I say "Game of Thrones Food Truck," this is what I mean.
When not going out to stalk the food truck (first come, first served, 300 portions per evening of two entrees), I have been wandering around the city having fun.
My flight left Houston on time at 7:30, and we landed at Philadelphia a bit early. But in between, there was a medical emergency on the flight. A young, strapping-looking guy suddenly collapsed on his way to the bathroom, right at the end of my aisle. This was the first time I have heard a flight attendant get on the loudspeaker asking for a doctor, nurse or EMT among the passengers. The crew was very efficient and helpful, and there turned out to be a doctor and a nurse on board, and the gentleman was apparently suffering from dehydration and low blood sugar from not eating. All was well at the end, and we still made our gate on time.
Once I landed in Philadelphia, I took the train to 30th Street Station, where I had some time to kill before my train to NYC so I had lunch and spent some time charging my phone at a random plug under an advertisement.
The train ride was awesome - outlets at every seat! If I had known that I wouldn't have been so paranoid about plugging in in the waiting area. I dozed off for a lot of the trip, listening to Gurrumul.
From Penn Station, I got myself without incident to E's apartment, and then after a bit of relaxation time we went off to find the Game of Thrones Food Truck and Lisa and Chris in the West Village.
We stood on line for the truck, then ate our food outside, even though it was freezing and rainy, and by the time we had eaten my toes were numb and my hands were aching with cold. I was definitely regretting not taking some time at E's to layer up a bit more. Extra socks would have been good.
Once we finished our food truck food (there were six of us, so we split our orders three and three and shared. Delicious!), Lisa and E and I headed to Red Hook for Pub Quiz at Rocky Sullivan's, where we were joined by Robin and Jaye.
I have not always enjoyed my pub quiz experiences when I come back into town, I think I've rather lost the taste for so much stress and intensity around what is really just a game, so while I was trying for "Yay, back with my friends fun!" the groups around me were still in high-stress mode. Our team had some bad moments, and the team that won was really just kind of rude, and while claiming to be friendly was quite mean. It was dispiriting, to say the least, although I did enjoy the food and the company anyway.
And I'm sure I'll go next week, too. It's tradition. And perhaps everybody can take a chill pill once the weather stops being awful (let the weather stop being awful!)
Friday was a lazy day for me. E had to work, so I slept in, and then had a leisurely breakfast, then caught up on a bit of news, read my book, and made a shopping list. I went out into the wilds of Manhattan for groceries and socks, both of which were speedily acquired. Then with my new layering power of double socks, I bundled myself well and went off in search of the food truck again, this time in Chelsea on 14th and 9th Ave.
The final meal for the food truck was themed on Winterfell, and featured head cheese. It was AWESOME. The head cheese was delicious, just lightly salted with wonderful accompaniments, and when we were splitting it up we had extra and fought over it. LOL. Dueling plasticware!
The six of us once more split the order between head cheese and venison, then headed over to Chelsea Market to eat it. Chelsea Market has all kinds of really cool public art, as well as tables and food court type situations. We sat outside a milkshake joint, and the rest of the crew ended up acquiring milkshake deliciousness. I sampled several flavors, but opted not to get too dairy-heavy after the food truck stuff.
On our way back to the subway for our parting, we discovered that the truck was still serving, and the line was done. So at the urging of the folks from HBO and the promotions company, we got on line for seconds. More head cheese! Yeah!
At the truck we met Jeremy, who stuck around with Lisa and E and me as we headed deeper into the Village proper for actual dinner. We ended up at a really cute little sushi place, which was very delicious as well, and a good complement to the rich gamey Game of Thrones food.
E and I got home to find a post-it note on her door from her neighbors explaining that they were having friends over to watch the Cricket World Cup and cheer for India, so apologies in advance if they woke us up with the cheering. They said we were welcome to come by if they did wake us, and watch some of the game and learn about cricket. It was very cute.
Saturday morning did see us rousing slightly at the cheering and moaning from next door during the cricket match. It was quite funny, trying to figure out what was going on according to the sounds. I slept through a lot of it, but finally we got up and got ready for the day. On our way out, we knocked at the door to find out how it was going, and India was not doing well. We wished them luck and went on our way.
We met more fun folks at the Jewish Museum on Fifth Avenue to see an exhibit of Maira Kalman's illustration. Everybody else seemed to know this person quite well, I felt like a doofus a bit for having no idea who she was. But she certainly did a lot of interesting stuff, and I did recognize a few pieces once we were inside. The paintings were great, and a lot of the found object art made me smile. In the museum there was also an exhibit of Wedding Contracts from various Jewish diasporas, going back to medieval Cairo up to a modern art one with cut paper. It was very cool.
After the museum we went to lunch at a cute little cafe on 3rd Avenue, and sat outside. It was still just cool enough that we kept our coats on, but that was comfortable. We met a beautiful puppy who also had to sit outside, and enjoyed a meal full of accidental spills but no major damage. Ah, rickety outdoor tables and people with bulky coats on. Fun times.
Once lunch was finished, E and I headed back to her apartment to relax for a while before going to Brooklyn for a fundraising dinner. I knew only one person there except for E, but it was still rather nice enough. The folks were interesting and the food was exceptionally good. Beautiful homemade guac and salsa and enchiladas and roasted cactus, among other things.
On our way home from Brooklyn, we ran into a mighty MTA fuck-up, when the trains abruptly stopped running and offered no alternative routes or shuttle buses or anything. There was apparently a passenger injury or something farther up the line, and no cops or MTA uniformed personnel were around to tell us what our options were or even how long the delay might be before the trains they had stopped ran again. Tons of people were still sitting on the 6 train when we left, because the announcements were ambiguous about whether it was stopped as well as the 4. We thought about walking a couple blocks to a different train, as we were down at Brooklyn Bridge, but in the end I made an executive decision to flag down a cab. That wasn't exactly the best idea, either, but mostly because the cabbie seemed emotionally wedded to that one avenue, even though the traffic was horrid between the Brooklyn Bridge and the Williamsburg Bridge. Yargh. But the important thing is that we made it home and fell into bed and slept. Ah, sleep.
And now we are at Sunday, and I hope to have dinner later with Seminary classmates. E and I are preparing to leave for the Brooklyn Flea. Yay!
This entry was originally posted at http://zephre.dreamwidth.org/485763.html.
comments posted to original post.