News for the Day

Alright, alright I'll blog already. I've had some interesting meals, but there was a week when I was traveling bag free so I didn't have my camera. It's a liberating feeling, this bag free lifestyle. Ultimately, it's limiting, so I don't recommend it.
Anyway, this little mushroom popped up in my mint plant. Poor minty, I left it at the office on a weekend and it dried out. Since then, it's been struggling to grow. It probably doesn't help that it has to share the pot with a robust basil plant. Greedy basil must take all the soil's nutrients. And now this little parasite rears its ugly head. I have a window fan that must have blown some crazy mushroom spore and it planted itself right next to my little mint.
Last night Greg had his birthday at the soon to be crowded hipster bowling alley The Gutter. As we were walking to the next venue, I came upon this truck with LED screens behind plexiglass on the sides and back. Also bungy corded to the back were big coolers filled with ice and this new energy drink, Howling Monkey. We helped ourselves to the Red Bull like liquid. One was Red Bull flavored, I don't know what the flavor was really supposed to be and the one I had was Cola flavored. It tasted like Coke and Red Bull mixed together. I thought it was kind of gross, but if you're having a party and you don't have much money, look around for that truck because the company is trying to get you hooked for free. The cans are really big and it would be a good mixer with vodka or rum. Personally, I think it gave me nightmares. I dreamt last night that I was driving into a huge pot hole that engulfed our car. Then I was in a huge bathroom line at a museum.
What does it all mean?!!

Indian Food in Jackson Heights

I know this video actually has very little video in it;it's mostly photos that have the iMovie Ken Burns effect on them. It's messy, but I wanted to get something up quickly with the photos I took yesterday at lunch with Carol and Melissa in Queens. I'll add more to this entry and explain a little more what you're seeing some day, just not today!

The Beginning and the End of the Road

Today is the last day of work for me on Revolutionary Road. It's been rocky, but not terrible, especially when I've been in charge of the craft service for the Art Department. Back on the Departed, we were spoiled and got egg sandwiches for breakfast every Friday, so I've tried to keep that tradition alive. Luckily, our office is near Trio Bakery. All the breads are freshly baked right at the store on 476 9th Ave. between West 36th and 37th St. The guys that work there are really nice, if a little hasty, but their egg and cheese sandwiches are tops! This one has ham.
I'd write more later, but I've got to wrap it up!

The Gleaners & I

You know that column in Us Weekly, "Celebrities, They're Just Like Us." It's pretty much an ad for whatever the celeb is holding because it's almost always some picture of drinking Starbucks or Red Bull. Well, here's my version!
Someone had to go to the movie star's apartment that was rented for him here in New York to clear out the stuff he left behind. When you and your girlfriend are jet set, you just buy stuff and leave it. So here's what they left. Can you see the stuff in the boxes? By the time I took the picture, it was a bit picked over. Shower to Shower, Listerine, hotel samples, baby wipes. There was some other scandalous stuff, but I'm selling that on ebay for when I'm really broke. Just kidding! I took the Shiseido sunscreen and a bottle of minty conditioner, though I could really use some new toothpaste. I couldn't help myself; it's expensive stuff that would have been tossed otherwise! I swear I'm not turning into one of those freegans, scoring stuff off the street.

In addition to the beauty products in his pad was a beautiful flourless chocolate cake from one of the best bakeries in New York, Bouchon Bakery located in the Time Warner mall. I took my visiting sister there recently at the end of a long Saturday and she thought there wasn't enough selection. I kept my mouth shut and didn't say anything, especially when we ended up going downstairs to the Whole Foods to get some boring dessert bar that she said wasn't that great. Anyway, I had a piece of the cake yesterday and it was like eating a piece of fudgy butter. I only felt a little dirty that I was basically eating the movie star's trash. So what's worse? Consuming junk, or letting good junk go to waste?

Cupcakes are so 2002

I've been toying with turning I EAT NY into a celebrity blog because of the fun gossip I hear from my jobs, but I post so infrequently it wouldn't be worth it. The director of the film I'm currently on has the same birth date as me, and his wife and I are the same age. Originally, I thought this was a good sign to take the job, but it's been a rocky production. Oh, well.
Today the production staff sent a PA to Magnolia Bakery in the West Village to pick up 150 cupcakes and drive them up to Connecticut for the shooting crew. That's 2 bucks a cupcake, plus at least a half a tank of gas. What? There's no bakery in Connecticut that makes cupcakes? Don't get me started on carbon footprints! The director and his wife are on diets, so who knows if they even eat the cupcakes. If anything, I hope it helped the morale of the crew after such long hot days of shooting.
Back in New York, I requested root beer floats for my birthday. Nothing says fun like the creamy head created by getting vanilla ice cream and root beer together! But who knew that it would be nearly impossible to find the two ingredients with real food ingredients? I told my boss to try to get get vanilla ice cream without any corn syrup. He came back with Bryers in the black carton. Tasty stuff, no corn syrup, but strangely, in the ingredients list, there's no vanilla. Just natural flavors. On the front side of the carton it touts real vanilla bean specks. Is it just for show or are those specks flavoring? As for the root beer, I told Erik to get something in a glass bottle. We agreed Boylans would be good because they use real sugar, not corn syrup, but the overpriced Gristede's closest to our office only had Stewarts in a bottle. Didn't matter, they still tasted good.
When's the last time you treated yourself to an ice cream float?