Dennis, a friend and I went to Nobu in New York last month and I’m just processing the photos now. This place is absolutely delicious. Everything we ate was amazing and I highly recommend trying it. Service and drinks were both great. The black cod (pictured) was sweet and savory and melt-in-your-mouth good. The only failure was dessert. We got gelato in wood chip, green tea and black sesame. They were all horrible. The peach soup was decent. Say no to dessert and yes to everything else. The next time I go to LA I really want to try the Nobu down there.
So there’s this old Chinese man that plays this two-stringed instrument in the bay area. I’ve seen him in Berkeley (on campus and outside bart) in downtown SF and Chinatown. It as an erhu, and when he plays it sounds like cats being skinned alive. When I was in New York in may I was lucky enough to hear some music from the erhu (along with another instrument I’m not familiar with). It was quite lovely. Here’s a shaky short video of the musicians. It was very pretty, and such a vast difference from the old Chinese man.
Eating in New York is dangerous. There are tourist traps everywhere — good food that is really expensive, pretty food that is no good, or food that is just plain bad. My latest trip to New York (pics) was foodgasmic.
I feel like a NY sandwich could eat me. When we went to Katz, I ordered a turkey sandwich since I figured it would be lighter than the red meat ones. It was two slices of bread with a mound of giant chunks of real turkey pieces. No lettuce, tomato, onions, sprouts, arugula or anything I would expect in a California sandwich. Just meat and bread. The sandwich was decent, but I liked Dennis’ Ruben much better. I’d never had a Ruben before so I don’t have anything to compare it with, but it tasted really good. There is absolutely no way a person could/should eat an entire sandwich in one sitting from this deli.
Blue Smoke was mouth watering bbq goodness. Authentic bbq was also a first (what we Californians do in our backyards & parks is what bbq snobs call ‘grilling’). The ribs were tangy, sweet, saucy, and tender. I also experienced the best mac & cheese ever.
With so much animal consumed, I needed meat decompression when I returned. I can’t imagine eating meat every day.
Thoughts on vegetarianism & ginger smash drink recipe
The redeye lands us in New York around 7am. After dropping our bags off at the hotel a little before 9, we wander out into the streets again. It is bitter cold and I am still dirty and groggy from the plane ride. Time Square is only a block away and Dennis is happy to wander into Toys R Us with me. It is overwhelmingly large. The ferris wheel spins invitingly, displaying all it’s empty carts like colorful lures twinkling in the midst of the toys. There was no way I could resist it.
Tribeca has long finished, but I still wanted to share a few stories
I arrived Wed eve so that I could document the opening party. The traffic was horrendous from the airport, so I was running late. I quickly get ready, rush out the door, hop into a cab, and… sit in more traffic. I am almost at the BMCC theater when I realize that I had left my cell at the hotel. With no way to meet up with my contact (who had my press pass) I turn around and go back. I burst into my room, madly looking for that little chunk of plastic and metal to which I am completely enslaved. It’s shiny red surface laughs at me as I scoop it up from the bathroom sink. I dash out of the room as I call my contact. Downstairs in the full lobby I head straight for the escalator at full speed–*smack!* It was me versus the glass pane and I lost. On top of that, the event is wrapping up, so there’s no need for me to go anymore. Waiting for the elevator I notice that the elevator-man is looking at me. “It’s one of those days,” I sigh. “I saw,” he says sympathetically.
After some moping, dinner, and more moping I decide to go to the apple store. That’ll cheer me up. What’s more fun than the apple store? A 24/7 apple store! After my brilliant performance of Agorophobia I do some more dancing and singing on ustream (9 minutes in I sing What a Wonderful World, 26 mins I make funny faces, somewhere in there I sing grr’s song).
When I decide to stop streaming, several people come up to me to chat. *blahblahblah* Finally I walk back to the hotel around 3am. I manage to upload a bunch of video as I prepare for bed.
As promised, I have managed to make a movie a day. I have a few in process, but the multiple trips to the camera store has been an unexpected timesuck. I absolutely love it here, but I am so tired. Tonight I am determined to see Lovesickness.
I’ll be in NY to help cover the Tribeca Film Festival. Here is the ridiculous hotel that I’ll be staying in. At first I didn’t intend to spend much time at the hotel, but it’s so pretty I feel like I have to take some time out to swim in their pool or something.
Here’s my flight plan:
From: SFO 8:00 am, Wednesday, April 25
To: JFK 4:37 pm, Wednesday, April 25
From: JFK 3:30 pm, Saturday, April 28
To: SFO 6:39 pm, Saturday, April 28
We will be filming like crazy. In addition to trying to be in the middle of all the action, one of my goals is to make at least one movie a day which will be posted on jumpcut. I will try my hardest to check in with Groovr and Twitter my progress. I may even update my blog as I go. What can I say, I’m feeling ambitious today.
I was hoping that Justine and Dez would be able to come out, but it sounds like Justine is going to be on this side of the coast while I’m on the other.
All three of us got to spend some time together when they were here for the Web2.0 expo. Videos will be coming shortly. Sometimes I feel like my videos and photos give a better summary of what I’m doing than this journal.
Dear Floppy Hat,
Though you weren’t my first, you were certainly my favorite. You were made of nice thick felt and I loved you’re caramel color. Every time I put you on, I received at least 1 compliment from a stranger without fail. I will never forget the day I found you. It was a sweltering hot July day and Ava and I were trying to escape the oppressive heat by hopping into shops. There you were at Rinascente quietly sitting in the corner while your bolder brighter sisters took up the center tables. “Oh, Karen. It’s perfect,” exclaimed Ava, and you have served me well ever since.
I miss you terribly and I’m sorry I was so careless as to leave you at the airport. I keep trying to tell myself “E` solo una cosa materiale” but you have brought me so many pleasing moments, that it’s hard to let go. There will be others, but none as great as you. This is to you, Floppy Hat. Cheers.