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.

nha trang, yeah trang

yeah, nha trang! this place has sort of a sad significance to me, because my ex introduced me to it. but fuck that. it's mine now.

i even got my mother hooked on it, we go each time she's in the city. this is a woman who wears heels during the day and gets her hair blow dried three times a week. but, damnit, she will still come to this dirty place with bad furniture because the food is (90% of the time) that good.

i highly recommend the vegetable pho. this will clean you out in one hour. it cures the flu. it kills any hangover. it's like magical vietnamese remedy.





as a person who like condiments, i must say this place is heaven. don't be scared of fish sauce. it may smell like your ex-girlfriends underwear, but squirt just a little in your soup and it is salty and delicious and packed full of healthy omega three fatty acids. your ex-girlfriend was just packed full of fatty ass.



these things are called hollow vegetables. check it out, they really are hollow. like my soul. but you can eat these and they are delicious.



YOU MUST try the lemonade soda. squeezed lime juice and sugar in ice, and then you pour your own can of soda water on it. you know, it's interactive.



this place is great. i would say that 1 out of 10 times the chicken is rancid but it hasn't stopped me from going back-if that tells you anything. (although,, recently i switched to a strict vegetarian ordering policy there.)

tres cheap, too. and they accept credit cards.

what can i get for $10? any-ting you want.

centre street just south of white

nha trang

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

lovely day

hi. don't these two look like they are having a fucking un-lovely day? we ate there yesterday.

that is brad k. he is an artist. a real one. like he has a book of his work and sells stuff at deitch gallery.

this place is pretty good. but my green curry was so spicy i couldn't eat it. but to their credit, the cocunut milk was thick--most places water it down.



pad thai good too.

sorry. feeling so average today. it might be all my meds. can't cry, can't laugh.

lovely day

vietnamese sandwiches

i have been meaning to try this place since i moved to nyc.

one of my drinking buddies, nick (hot, architect, sweet...ladies--email me if you are interested), is half vietnamese half american. his dad was in the army during the vietnamese war. you do the math.

he showed us the way to yummy yummy baguette land. it was like willy wonka but instead of chocolate rivers, there were sriracha rivers, and instead of lollipop flowers, there were cilantro trees. you get the idea...

OMG is it good. we ordered one of every sandwhich on the menu. (only about 10).

this place is unbelievable. and i don't think it's just that i was drunk...

they have fresh coconut water, crazy pastries, ice cream... i couldn't even process it and it was such a small little store.

sandwiches were around $3.



also, for my prep school friends, DO YOU REMEMBER THESE? holy shit. orange sorbet push pops. we used to eat these in 8th grade. knowing full well that our licking big orange logs that are the exact same size as a dong would drive our prepubescent boy classmates crazy.

so cruel.

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

Olive you

kelly and ping, baaaad.

olive's, deeeeeecent.




too much drama for lunch today. so olives was the next food selling box we walked by. don't be intimidated by the seeming lack of organization. the line moves at a zen like pace and beginners needn't feel shy.

the tomatos are bright red and the lettuce is crispy. the lemonade is cold and tart and they happily let me charge all the food. i also had some sort of orzo salad.



one caveat. the cookie tasted like cardboard. it may be that i am a little partial to hampton chutney company. that is a whole other story, though.

olive's

kelley and fuck you

kelley and ping's food is average, at best. their system of ordering is overwhelming and their menu makes my brain hurt.

but, i went there for lunch anyway. after two and a half mini panic attacks about what to get, i decided on the $8.95 spicy bean sprouts. total rip off, but whatever.

meanwhile, the dude in front of me was having his own panic attack.

KELLeY AND PING HAS GONE CASH ONLY.

whaaat? no way. what do we do now?



THEY HAVE A FUCKING ATM INSTALLED IN THE CORNER!!

oh, NO they di-int.

when the manager directed us to the ATM, my friend soraya said it perfectly, " what is this, a strip club?"

amen sistah.

we will take our reward points elswhere.

please note, we weren't the only people to walk out.

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