First ever Viva La Comida! A celebration created by the 82nd Street Partnership.
Nothing beats standing in a line that never seem to move for some crazy good arepas from the Arepa Lady or hanging out with fellow food loving friends (and meeting new ones), while trying not to get killed by a bus zooming down the street.
The bbq plate from The Cardinal, East Village NYC.
It's so hard to put things into perspective. Things I think are important to me, are actually not that important. Like "oh shit, I lost my iPhone!" and then I go being all sad and complain a whole bunch because I lost my phone. Or that my boss is an ass and I just want to punch him in the face. Sure, these are all bad things but in the end, they are not that important.
I have my health, I make enough money for me to go out for drinks and to get bbq whenever I crave for it and I have a roof over my head. There are people out there that are way worse than I am. I understand it's hard to look beyond our own circle but try. I'm trying. I'm trying not to let one phone call make me depress or worry about the future and the what ifs.
You thought this was going to be about the delicious meat stuff I ate last night, sorry.
Midtown Lunch's Street Meat Palooza 5
Sometimes all you want is to stuff yourself crazy with street meat over rice with white and hot sauce.
Eating (and being obsessed with) street meat is a new thing to me. I have never heard of street meat till I started working in midtown. Even then it took me a while to really find it OKAY to go up to a cart and get a box of mysterious meats over rice. There are countless number of street meat options in NYC. There are carts that use only the white meat of a chicken while some use the dark meat. There are good ones, there are bad ones and there are average ones. There are ones that touches your soul and you're hooked for life.
A chocolate dipped donut from Leske's in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn