Braveheart (not to mention stomach)
Posts are a little scrambled these days, but I know you'll forgive me. As you're no doubt already aware, The Scot visited the FG for a few days in February. We're immensely proud that he's off to med school in the fall, and were thrilled that he made it out to see us now, before he finds himself staggering under the weight of various textbooks, hospital shifts, and dates with cute nurses.
We went to Crema the first night (because The Scot's best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with the girl who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last night ... sorry, got distracted, The Scot's best friend's sister-in-law is the chef. Ahem.). We drank a little too much sangria and ate far too much rich food, starting with a queso flamedo (that the FG did not need on the heels of Project Runway/fondue night the week before). The next day The Scot recovered from his three days of ambulance driving, and then hit The Thirsty Scholar with a friend, where I joined them after work. We drank enough to earn complimentary shots of tequila from my fav bartender, and then went to Cafe Centosette for pasta and a lovely bottle of Mr. Coppola's best.
The next day, we visited the Guggenheim, where we saw the Cai Guo-Qiang's I Want to Believe exhibit, before heading to Sarabeth's for delicious soup and sandwiches, and a bottle of wine. Walking downtown, we built a snow buddha in Central Park at the south east end of the reservoir, we visited Ito-en to shop for green tea, and then drank ridiculously rich hot chocolate at MarieBelle Fine Chocolates. We flew downtown to The Brandy Library to meet The Pastry Chef for a drink - fortunately, she reminded me of how much I adore Lillet, and The Scot (I think) ordered a Sherry casked Bruichladdich. And then we were off to dine chez Ramsey.
The next morning, we work up, puttered about, and went to Momofuku Noodlebar for brunch/lunch. Note to self: arrive between noon and one o'clock, it's a madhouse after 1. There were steamed chicken buns, ramen noodles with shredded pork, and something with duck that I can't find on the menu. (Perhaps The Scot can assist in the comments?) And then he went home, catching his plane with seconds to spare (note to self, leave MORE time when taking the train to JFK.)
It was a delightful visit. And now I am back on the superfood diet ... although I noticed that someone got smart and has turned the master cleanse ingredients into an easy-to deal with powder you can stir into water ... no more messy measuring of maple syrup! Ha!
We went to Crema the first night (because The Scot's best friend's sister's boyfriend's brother's girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who's going with the girl who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last night ... sorry, got distracted, The Scot's best friend's sister-in-law is the chef. Ahem.). We drank a little too much sangria and ate far too much rich food, starting with a queso flamedo (that the FG did not need on the heels of Project Runway/fondue night the week before). The next day The Scot recovered from his three days of ambulance driving, and then hit The Thirsty Scholar with a friend, where I joined them after work. We drank enough to earn complimentary shots of tequila from my fav bartender, and then went to Cafe Centosette for pasta and a lovely bottle of Mr. Coppola's best.
The next day, we visited the Guggenheim, where we saw the Cai Guo-Qiang's I Want to Believe exhibit, before heading to Sarabeth's for delicious soup and sandwiches, and a bottle of wine. Walking downtown, we built a snow buddha in Central Park at the south east end of the reservoir, we visited Ito-en to shop for green tea, and then drank ridiculously rich hot chocolate at MarieBelle Fine Chocolates. We flew downtown to The Brandy Library to meet The Pastry Chef for a drink - fortunately, she reminded me of how much I adore Lillet, and The Scot (I think) ordered a Sherry casked Bruichladdich. And then we were off to dine chez Ramsey.
The next morning, we work up, puttered about, and went to Momofuku Noodlebar for brunch/lunch. Note to self: arrive between noon and one o'clock, it's a madhouse after 1. There were steamed chicken buns, ramen noodles with shredded pork, and something with duck that I can't find on the menu. (Perhaps The Scot can assist in the comments?) And then he went home, catching his plane with seconds to spare (note to self, leave MORE time when taking the train to JFK.)
It was a delightful visit. And now I am back on the superfood diet ... although I noticed that someone got smart and has turned the master cleanse ingredients into an easy-to deal with powder you can stir into water ... no more messy measuring of maple syrup! Ha!
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