Midtown Magic

Manhattan, corner of 42nd St and 6th Ave.

Mondays Are For Letting Go

The feast of Robicelli's cupcakes

Letting go the idea that cupcakes or any desserts are to be eaten after your meal. Why not have cupcakes FOR dinner?

Tuesdays Are For Butts, Legs And Sides Y'all

City Grit, SoHo

I'm a big fan of City Grit and Sarah Simmons and I always enjoy whatever foods Sarah pumps out of the kitchen. Last night was no exception and may just be my favorite City Grit dinner so far.

Along with Anh, Molly and her dad we ATTACKED the plates of bo ssam and fried oysters all served with lettuce, rice grits and few different sauces. What a grand pork butt it was. Sarah said it was her take on David Chang's bo ssam dinner but instead of raw oysters, she fried her's (which I prefer).

OH but there was still more food, a plate of fried chicken thighs/legs landed in front of us, along with sauteed spinach with pickled raisins (nice touch!) and southern fried rice.

To finish the dinner off, it was lemon posset with macaroons and macha cream.

GOOD GOD, HOLY MOLY what a fantastic dinner.

Thursdays Are For Eating All The Meat You Can

The bbq plate from The Cardinal, East Village NYC.

It's so hard to put things into perspective. Things I think are important to me, are actually not that important. Like "oh shit, I lost my iPhone!" and then I go being all sad and complain a whole bunch because I lost my phone. Or that my boss is an ass and I just want to punch him in the face. Sure, these are all bad things but in the end, they are not that important.

I have my health, I make enough money for me to go out for drinks and to get bbq whenever I crave for it and I have a roof over my head. There are people out there that are way worse than I am. I understand it's hard to look beyond our own circle but try. I'm trying. I'm trying not to let one phone call make me depress or worry about the future and the what ifs.

You thought this was going to be about the delicious meat stuff I ate last night, sorry.