I was in New York City for seven days. I could write about the daily scandal but I'm not going to. I want to preserve some of the mystery of New York. I'm going to keep up the oral tradition of story telling and I've reserved the best. Maybe these stories will be written someday. You'll just have to stay tuned and find out. Before New York is over I must pay homage to two more people.
Dave and I rode our bikes to a farmer's market. There we met an old friend who helped manage the market. Sarah Leonard raged with us two nights earlier and ate one of the most amazing dinners with us the night before. We each had some kind of hang over. Her friend Jack, who we had also met earlier, showed up at the farmer's market. Having to work, Sarah couldn't have lunch with us. Dave, Jack, and I went to a legendary Japanese restaurant. Momofuku works behind a couple different store fronts and each one sells different types of food. Because I'm always searching for ramen, we went to the noodle house. My ramen cost $16 dollars which is almost not okay. It was good but $16. Jack's girlfriend, a dancer, met us. The more faces the higher the chance of smiles.
Curiosity mounting we searched out another in the Momofuku strand. This time it was the cereal milk bar. There were strange ice cream flavors such as cereal milk, which is exactly what it tastes like, creamed corn, also tastes just like creamed corn, purple drank, grape kool-aid, and BBQ. All of our faces thizzed on BBQ. The gems happened to be the Momofuku cookies. I had a blueberry milk cookie and Dave had a compost cookie. We bought extras for later they were so good.
Before leaving for lunch, we left Sarah fifteen dollars to pick up supplies from the farmer's market. When we returned she had a bag full of locally grown plants and homemade bread and honey and had only spent a third of the cash. She's a saint.
We all converged again that night but that dips into the aforementioned mystery.
A whole week in New York sounds real good right now. Riding a bike through New York, stopping at farmers market, grabbing overly deliciously priced food, meeting people, getting hang overs and trying exotic ice cream flavors. What an experience. I must book my next trip to NY.
ReplyDeleteKudos to your friend Sarah for her great bargaining skills @ Farmers Market!!
I wonder whats in store for you next. Best of wishes.
Hello! Your blog is so funny and the description of the Japanese restaurant Momofuku was amazing the details made me feel like I was there for example when you paid $16 dollars for ramen, I was surprise and outrage. I mean $16 dollar ramen come on. However, the reason why I started reading this blog was the title. I was capture by your text from the first minute I read it. I do not know why but the title really got my attention it just feels so alive as if these simple two words could make every experience good or go on forever. Not to mention I totally agree with keeping the oral tradition, after all it is a practice that is been around for centuries and that is how many great cultures get their history across. An example of that is the odyssey; the natives also did story telling, and the African American slaves, so keep the oral tradition that the worlds needs so much.
ReplyDeleteThanks for writing about your daily adventures in New York and putting your self-out in today’s cruel world.
Ps. Now I really want to visit New York and find out the mystery that you speak about.