indian

in my opinion, the best curry in the city is at KAHARI. it's on christopher street, so if you don't mind looking at big black dildo's through the window, then this is the place for you.

the owner is there every night, and even though he looks stressed out, he only wants to please you. they always refill your water without asking.

they deliver, too. here is my chicken tikka masala. and basmati rice, and roti. FUCKING GOOD. but it's so good that i always eat too much and i feel like my tummy is going to pop. which it usually does around 11am the next day.

kahari

guess the place!

ok. so it's kind of sad that i haven't been to this place ever. and i guess i technically still haven't BEEN, since i had it delivered.



it is SO GOOD! i can't believe it! i didn't buy into the hype, but seriously. it's amazing.

had a large pizza with pepperoni. and a salad. i mean, i shared it with two other people, but that's what i ordered.





the three of us couldn't finish the pizza, so i picked off the pepperoni from the leftover slices and shovelled 'em down.

kinda pricey. $36 for pizza and a salad. will DEF go back. makes joe's seem like domino's.

so...?? which joint am i talking about?

sandwiches

new assistant and i went to a place i have wanted to try for a while.



it's on crosby at bleecker. i had no idea what to expect, so when i walked up to a box with two hilarious greek guys making gourmet sandwiches, i was confused--to say the least. they were so nice, especially the fat one in a wife beater. there is no way this guy beats his wife, though. i think...



i asked to take their picture and the fat one joked to the skinny one, "hey donny! you gonna end up on one of those dirty sites again." as he gingerly sprinkled fresh dill onto my goat cheese and sundried tomato sandwich.



here is my "kiddy" sandwich: whole wheat hogie, goat cheese, romain lettuce, julienne cucumber, apple, sundried tomato.



it's insane. the turkey is freshly carved with skin still on it. no deli meat here. the cheese is brie, not american.

they don't sell sodas, but they offer you free bottled water. the fat guy liked me, so he told donny to make us fresh iced tea. then donny ducked down for a minute and came back with two cups. he said it was freshly made powdered iced tea. HILARIOUS.



cash only but who the fuck cares. these guys made my day.

*i have know idea what donny's name is, he just looks like a donny*

CHECK OUT THEIR WEBSITE. THIS PLACE IS AMAZING.

crosby connection

grilled lonely with a side of lonely

today was a quiet lunch. just three of us. me, us weekly, and people. i did most of the talking.


we, i mean i (those sluts are concerned with body image), ate at washington square diner. way better than waverly, in my opinion (except waverly has way better fries).

grilled cheese with tomatos, well done.



it was nice being alone. i could think.

think about the hot outfit i was going to wear to my friend's birthday party tonight. is the box still cool? can't be alone forever, you know.

(washington square is on west 4th and 6th ave)

it's raining.

can we take a moment for the victims of 9-11?

(moment)

thanks.

god is crying. i say that because i was never good at science and i don't really understand where rain comes from. so that means, following this reasoning, thunder is god farting. (i am hysterically laughing at that, soraya doesn't think it is funny at all.)

i love rain from a window, and i love rain when it is time to play in it, but i don't like getting wet just because i don't have a car to run my errands. so i ordered from east village thai. yes, the one from the other night.

this vegetarian thing is really starting to stick. but i have found food without meat just does not taste as good. regardless, the spring rolls are incredible.



the best part of today's eating is the malteser's from england. got them as a gift and boy are they awesome. it makes (the american version) whopper's taste like wax coated sand.




today's post sucks. i am PMS-ing. my boobs are going to pop and all i want to do is eat chocolate and cry. and laugh. and cry. wait....no....cry.

thai dinner

there is nothing i hate more than live music. i can handle a song, or two. but if it's not the rolling stones, i don't care to hear more than 10 minutes of it.

i was dragged to joes pub. the first song was great. the second song was good. then each song after that sounded the same and my ears hurt cause it was so loud. i think they even bled a little. just a little.

i like cd's. i can tell the band to play, tell them to shut up, and if i miss something i can ask them to repeat themselves.

i made my friend go with me to EAST VILLAGE THAI since i went with him to hell.



this place is unbelievable. you know you are there by the garfield clock on the wall. everything is so good and my best friend is thai so that gives me some sort of authority by proxy, i figure.




cash only. but worth a buck seventy five ATM fee.

the best thai food in new york city, hands down.

East Village Thai

grey dog

grey dog coffee. i don't really know what to say about this place. i see what they are going for, but i just don't buy it.

another menu that tickles my panic nerve. the sandwiches are numbered and you have to order by number and then you decide what kind of bread and then you stand in line and you pay in line and people are bumping into you and if you want water you have to get it yourself from the stupid cooler using those cheap plastic cups and then you claw your way to an empty table and wait for someone to say "CANDICE!" and then you stand up so they can see you flag them over and then they deposit your order on your tiny table and you realize you need ketchup....which is all the way on the other side of the crowded restaurant.



some other annoyances:

1) there is an arrow on a sign that reads "refills." but you have to pay for refills. refill rhymes with freefill. so you don't pay for a freefill. other wise it's a payforanewfill. a new fill. not a REfill.

2) the red stuff in the tabasco bottles is NOT tabasco. it is texas pete's cayenne pepper sauce. if you know, you know. big difference. and why the dupe? why not just keep the texas pete's in the texas pete's bottle?



i hated my soup. minestrone. it wasn't soup. it was thick tomato paste with some zuchhini and macaroni noodles. um, yah.

the sandwich was in inedible, too. unless your mouth opens as wide as lindsey lohans. or have all your front teeth pulled like the hookers in third world countries.

foul mood much? yes. i hate you. and you, and you, and you.

(grey dog coffee is on carmine street between bedford and bleecker)

cool blue

today i had to wait for a couch to be delivered at my friends house. a fake meis van der rohe looking thing. but it works.

i ordered from this crazy sign restaurant called KOOL BLOO. yes. that is how it's spelled. you know, for fun.

sometimes i get on this no meat kick because i get grossed out. by chomping on flesh.

i ordered a black bean veggie wrap. it was mostly lettuce and unsalted black beans. and the salsa was just tomato sauce with some peppers or something.





remember that pace picante sauce commercial, where the cowboys go,

"this stuffs made in new york city!"
"new york city??"
"get a rope..."

maybe they only played that in texas, but it is so true.

well, i didn't really eat the wrap. but the chocolate milkshake was SO SO GOOD.




um, ok. that's it.

rice

ordered rice delivery. it was fast. cash only. lentils and brown rice. the rice krispy treats were stale.

i am in a really bad mood. gotta go.

rice

thai

when in doubt, i go asian. i really wanted vietnamese soup, but my soup partner was not in the mood today.

back up is thai. a better than decent thai restaurant is on centre street across from the police building.

also, i support them because they take credit cards and deliver.

today i got pad cashew nut chicken. this is a chicken and rice dish. no noodles. pretty good today. delivered quickly and hot.

saha thai cuisine 212-966-7886