Eating Like a 5 Year Old

Summer drinks ala 2012 and a shot of a robot Paula Deen.

here’s a post dedicated to my [somewhat] awesome girlfriend, liz.  cause I think she may be mad that I had 3 fantasy football drafts this week and I basically ignored her yesterday because it was my most intense draft (ever. 14 teams, 17 rounds). also, she made guacamole and didn’t offer me any, which was kind of rude.

for some context, this is from a lovely dinner back in May, but has been replicated many times since.  also, she doesn’t have a working microwave.  she’s definitely gonna be mad I just put her on blast.  also… kitty!

so… how bout we make dinner tonight, e?

Chinese food is comforting.  King Wok knows how to serve up your typical Boneless BBQ Spare Ribs in the right way… with a mound of meat and a healthy serving of fried rice.  and really… exactly what kind of meat is “spare rib?”  

Who cares? 

That “bbq” sauce is banging. 

Oh, Zafra.  How modest you are… Your chef (Maricel Presilla) finally won a James Beard award, yet there’s hardly anything pretentious about your small, yet totally awesome establishment.  Your Ropa Vieja is to die [die,die,dieeee] for, while your Llapingachos con Salsa de Maní y Ají (potato & cheese patty w/ peanut sauce and spicy aji relish) was passable.   

Oh, and your BYOB?  

Oh yeaaa

Thunder Jackson’s. West Village, NYC.  Passing by at night, this place looks like your average frat-lovin, cleavage-poppin, sloppy drunk dive bar.  I don’t really care about any of that since I stopped by during lunch-time… and it really doesn’t matter since this meal actually blew me away.

Cheeseburger melt with filthy fries is what’s pictured above.  Everything was surprisingly awesome.  Way more awesome than I expected.  Butterly browned bread, juicy burger and melty, droolingly melty cheese.  More impressive was how the burger sandwich kept its composure while stuffing it down my throat.  Those fries are like crack, too.  Crispy with a helping of old bay seasoning, and maybe a little cinnamon.  Also came with homemade ketchup (couldn’t tell you bout it) and truffle mayo (+).  

Yea… I love surprises like this.

Here’s a bunch of stuff I ate on April 15th… 

• 1/4 of a knish from The Knishery.
• 1 piece of raspberry rugelach from Russ and Daughters
• What the hell is this small sliver of pastrami from Katz’s Deli

The three reasons above are why you don’t go on nyc food tours (and that was with some groupon-esq deal).  Who’s supposed to get full off these portions?  I’m not a goddamn elf.  

Also featured: legit-lemon chicken cooked in carrots and potatoes (there may have been parsnips in there, too).  Homecooked by me and E.  

Molly’s Cupcakes. For Breakfast. Around 3 or 4 months ago.. 

Philadelphia in 7 frames…