January 6, 2009

So very glad//Thakoon diffusion line

Myne.

Myne.

I am so very glad I bought this Thakoon for Target Shibori dress before it sold out. Yes, so very glad. Michelle G’Obama’s fave designer really came through with this line - I deem it the best diffusion line yet - resort wear meets affordability meets quality. Oh, HI. It will be perfect to wear on the French Riviera or on any island (Manhattan is an island, yes?). Too bad it’s so cold out and I’ll have to wait for the sun to shine before I can envision myself in this ensemble. Sadness meets happiness.

January 2, 2009

From the desk of Karl//regarding meat

 

One and Only.

One and Only.

Fur. A controversial subject in the world of fashion but in the world of food, where it is considered green to eat “from head to tail” so as to not have the animal you are snacking on not die in vain, wearing leather would make sense…We make chicken stock out of a picked over roasted chicken so we make sure the animal has given us it’s all. In the world of fashion, fur is a very controversial subject so let us sit at the throne of Karl and listen to his words:

“As long as you wear leather and eat meat, don’t discuss that…”

“In a meat-eating world, wearing leather for shoes and even clothes and handbags, the discussion of fur is childish.”

Can’t argue here kids. My take on it: buy vintage fur. It’s cost effective plus you aren’t as guilty for buying it as the original user was. I mean, it was already purchased right? You’re just saving it from taking up room in an old lady’s closet. Or, convince yourself like my mom does: the animal killed itself. Fur-icide. 

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A sideways glance at me in the vintage furry.

 

January 2, 2009

Consider this your warning and other things that make me angry//Paula Deen

WARNING: please sit down and hold onto your life when you view this. It’s repulsive and entirely irresponsible for the food network to have even aired such a heinous display of gluttony and stupidity. Let this serve as your inspiration to lose that beer gut and start running for your life. I’m all for chowing down but this takes it way to far. I’d like to titled this “2 girls, 1 heart attack”. 

*special thanks to Pet who made this video known. 

January 2, 2009

I’ll have the celery//Name dropping on The City

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Surely you watched The City Monday night. SURELY you did. The ever lovable and vacant Whitney Port has done it: she left everything she knew behind in Hell-ay and headed for a faux job at DVF in NYC. And like any New Yorker, she takes cabs to work and wears stilletos every day (what? you DON’T?). Most importantly, the gals of the The City dine out in style…final roll call for the restaurants they went to in the one hour, double-epi slam: Nero, Cornelia Street Cafe, Cafe Noir, Thom Bar, Soho Billiards, Extra Virgin, Tenjune, and Philippe. More importantly, I want to know if they eat…and if they do, what did they order? The chicken satay or peking duck at Philippe? And what can possibly be good to eat at Cafe Noir? And when will start showing up at Buddakan, Pastis, or Scarpetta? I mean, they work at DVF which is in the Meatpacking district, it’s only a matter of time before they start dining there too. And I simply can’t wait for the faux party scenes at Plumm or Goldbar or Chloe 81. God I love this show. SAVE me. Actually, don’t.

January 1, 2009

Ananas//A delightful song to ring in 2009

C’est tres drole! 

This is yet another song that makes me giddy with fromage. Note the classique 70’s beat in the background and the fantastique grocery store scene. Makes you want to swagger around wearing Agnes B and ride a bike…similar to the Dior video I posted a few weeks back. Happy new year GastroGirls and Boys…

Related: Let them eat cake

December 29, 2008

things that make me happy//PS1

 

Covet

Covet.

 Oh high! I’d like to introduce you to my new best friend, PS1. Proenza Schouler’s first bag…let’s oogle her…isn’t she dahling? I must say it’s quite the well structured piece for PS’s first time out on the handbag tip.

Top and bottom are the medium midnight leather (top) and sand suede (bottom) plus the goes-with-everything nude leather clutch (tippy toe bottom). I’ll make you dinner if you get one for me mmmkay? Si? We have a deal yes? 

 

Covet. Part Deux.

Covet. Part Deux.

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Covet. Part Trois.

 

December 28, 2008

A Tale of 12 dishes//Boqueria Soho

Boqueria Soho, so good, so-ho-good

Oh yea? Well get your Rioja outta my Tempranillo

One fine and cold night last week I was planning a dinner for four. Hmph, I thought. Where to? What would be a fun and new place to drink wine and eat lots of food? What would be a great object-of-my-obsession-Spain-centric spot? Hmph! Boqueria Soho. 

As per my usual no reservations game-plan, I sat with a fine glass of rose cava (Spanish sparkling wine tends to have larger bubbles and it’s less refined than champagne) whilst I waited for the rest of my team to show up and ignored the fact that the knowledgeable bartender called me “sweetheart” (I may look 18, but don’t call me sweetheart mmmkay?). The wine list was thourough and explored the various regions of Spain and various price points. I ordered a great Rioja for one team member who had a rather hard day at work and we ended up drinking it the whole night.

Upon entering and sitting at BoqSo, one easily takes notices on how well the decor fits the food like my new Abaete dress fits me. The former Kin Khao space is outfitted with a long white marble bar, sleek blonde wood panels, an open kitchen and tall banquettes lining the walls…I had some time to muse about my surroundings as most everyone was a touch late but I’m not complaining…mwwwahhahaha. 

In more news, we had to wait quite a while to be seated but it was worth it as we dined at a coveted corner banquet where the quickly men realized they had no say in what we ordered as we femmes took over the menus. Tapas? For 4? We started with 9. Here’s a run-through of what we ordered + my comments of which you may or may not care to read. 

Patatas Bravas: classic, well prepared and well spiced.

Pimientos de Padrón (Shishito peppers): I wanted then to be saltier and they could have charred them a touch more but we all know how I love my shishito’s…

Dátiles con Béicon (Dates stuffed with almonds and Valdeón, wrapped in bacon): Ain’t nothing wrong here kids. It’s a classic flavor combination: sweet, salty, creamy and crunchy. 

Croquetas Cremosas: Setas, Bacalao y Cochinillo (Creamy croquettes: Mushroom, Salt Cod and Suckling Pig): Light and delicate textures. The clear winner was the suckling pig. I could have done without the mushroom. 

Poor Man’s Rice: This was a surprise hit. Creamy rice with lamb sausage. It was a hearty dish and welcomed on a table spread with finger nibbles. 

La Serena (A soft floral cheese made with unpasteurized Merino sheep’s milk): This was one of the most incredible, sophisticated, feminine, silkiest, smoothest, fragrant and floral cheeses I have ever had. Simply amazing. 

Aged Manchego (12 month aged sheep’s milk cheese from La Mancha,
notes of caramel and
nuts): Nothing new here. Manchego is a solid, standard Spanish cheese. A tad mundane. 

Jamón Serrano (Spanish ham, aged 15 months): I wanted this to be better. So far the best Jamon I’ve had in New York has been at Despana on Broome St. 

Chorizo Cantimpalo (Mildly spicy pork sausage cured in pimentón): Mon favorite! Chorizo is one of my cured meat boyfriends, I love the spicy, smoky taste and the vibrant red color - owed to the paprika used to cure and spice the pork meat. 

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After I we licked the plates clean, the rumble in my tummy wasn’t satiated yet so we stayed the course and ordered: 

Cojonudo (Fried quail eggs and chorizo on toast): It’s breakfast for din! Chorizo is a great meat to pair with eggs. The yolk oozes out onto the toast making this tapa (singular form of tapas, heeee) a perfecrt bite. 

Monte Enebro (Unique semi-soft pasteurized goat’s milk cheese, aged 2-3 months in ash): Smooth. Mundane. 

Valdeón (Creamy, sharp blue cheese made with a blend of sheep, cow and goat’s milk): Wahoo. This was the same cheese stuffed in the dates and it’s the craziest fromage I have ever tasted. It’s as if a Gorgonzola made babies with Carmelo Anthony’s foot after a playoff game. Stinky and lovely. 

12 agreeable dishes and a few bottles of Rioja was convincing enough for me to know that Boqueria Soho is without a doubt one of the best “I have to plan a dinner for a group and have no idea where to go” solution. Spanish tapas easily lends itself to group satisfaction, even for the pickiest of eaters and at Boqueria Soho they aim to please with a few easy dishes and a handful of more adventurous ones. The atmosphere is jovial and fun and there is certainly a wine for every palette. I do wish the service was warmer and less “downtown” as it would behoove the establishment to do-as-the-Spanish-do and make you feel like some sort of dysfunctional family.

Stay gorgeous.

Boqueria Soho//171 Spring St//212.343.4255 

December 25, 2008

Ahhh//Amaranth

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Hi. Je suis Amaranth

Due to a certain Mr. A and his local neighborhood haunts where he pleasantly gets greeted by name, I’ve been to Amaranth quite a few times in the past few months and it’s quickly come to be on my lurve list. 

Located a dangerous block away from Barney’s on 62nd b/t 5th and Madison, Amaranth is a warm, sexy and elegant European deeelight. One of the first notable pluses is that the service is warm, and attentive; not one moment after we sat down did the maitre d’ bring over 2 Bellini’s, who doesn’t love ‘em? The French-rendevous-avec-les-Italians menu has something for everyone, including their famed Focaccia Robiola - robiola, tomato and arugula sandwiched between two pieces of focaccia and baked. It totally saved my life. I was starved for cheesy, crispy love. 

Each time I sit down at Amaranth, I insist on ordering the mussels steamed in white wine. The mussels, fresh. The broth,briny, buttery and worth dipping your frites into. My favorite thing to do it let a few toasted slices of french bread sit in the broth to soak up all of its sea brine, white wine, butter and parsley love. It’s a  simple and well-prepared comfort dish and I don’t think twice about ordering it every time. 

The fries are another notable. There is nothing “special” about the fries but that’s the point. There is something familiar about the crispy and slim exterior and the fried, starchy taste and I’m not complaining one bit…

Mr. A always orders a fish and fries combo and never have they ceased to disappoint. Though there are certainly a good number of dishes on the menu that I have not tried, the few that I have were simple European dishes executed with care and fine ingredients (hugs self). 

Cut to the alcohol: The wines are moderately priced at 8-12 a glass. I tried the Oregon Pinot Noir prior to the solid glass of cabernet. Neither was outstanding but both were very drinkable. Annnd. Scene.

What makes Amaranth so special is that hard to find combination of location, atmosphere, yummy bites, attention to detail and really pretty people wearing fur. Seriously. 

Stay sexy. 

Amaranth//21 East 62nd//(212) 980-6700

December 17, 2008

oh i don’t know//mid-week special

blanc de blanc

blanc de blanc

I have been neglecting you.

It’s not my fault.

It’s the holidays/present buying/gift shopping/parties that made me.

I am sorry.

Here’s out review list fot this fine day. A bit slow but we do get the doomed zero-zero from the NYT.

- Bruni visits David Bouley’s Seceeion and, not surprisingly, gives the doomed venture zero stars. In the process he attributes much to “…the menu of an unfocused, distracted mind”.

- Robert Sietsema finds unsuspectingly good Vietnamese in an unsuspecting neighborhood of the Bronx, Jerome Avenue. Now, I have been fully obsessed with Vietnamese food lately so this is quite the breaking news for a pho-lover. Also, also, also! I love that he titled his article Edgar Allan Pho. Teeheehee! It’s wickedly witty.

- New York needs more restaurants like Wilfie & Nell, which was visited by The UG at New York Magazine.  No bells and whistles, no white table cloths and all standard pub fare. Chicken liver pate, Berkshire pork sliders, grilled cheese (Murray’s, of course). In the words of the singular Mary J. Blige, no drama. I’ll be visiting next week…fo sho.

- Gotham Gal unsurprisingly loves The John Dory and reports on her complete meal. Needless to say, this newest from the folks that brought us The Spotted Pig is most certainly on the top of my list. Chef/Owner April Bloomfield can do no wrong with her hearty, heart-felt fare.

- Lastly, I will post a laughable/heartbreaking article in today’s NYT on Rocco DiSpirito who fell from grace as the next-big-chef-thing at Union Pacific to a running joke (Dancing with the Stars anyone? anyone?). A huge part of me feels a touch sorry for him but the bigger part of me is laughing. Eeeeeee. I am mean. I should be thrown to the garden gnomes.

December 15, 2008

Everything is ok//Monday’s

I'm ok. I'm ok. I'm ok.

I'm ok. I'm ok. I'm ok.

Every thing’s going to be all right baybee. Help me not call this food porn please. It’s a tired and boring description. What do we call this type of mouthwatering photography? Can someone whisk me away to Cesare Casella’s Salumeria Rosi pwease! Oh lovely cured meats and pasta, how I adore and appreciate your salty cured-ness and al dente mouth feel.

*photos courtesy of Serious Eats