I forgot that I had a blog for a while. Sorry. :[
If it makes you feel any better (but I'm not sure how it would), I've spent at least 10 hours of my life in the past two days writing the shittest essay I've ever written in college for my history class. It's about Indian and Chinese Buddhism and isn't very long, but I think the crap factor was due to writing an essay about a topic that I was neither very interested in nor knowledgable about for the first time in the past four years. What usually happens is that I write about something I'm interested in but don't know much about (hence why I want to write about), or I'm forced to write about something I don't like but at the very least have learned about in class, thus giving me at least a pinch of confidence that I can write something coherent.
Whatever I wrote today (which isn't even finished; it's conclusion-less) is a mass of jumbled crap that makes very little sense full of information that I culled only from websites, some of which seemed to contradict each other. SWEET! On top of all that, I took the class pass/fail, meaning that all I have to do is...pass. Which seems easy enough. Perhaps.
The class just wasn't worth my time. [sigh]
It's wrong how I waste my time in college. I could write endless kilobytes about how unfit I am to be a member of the human race for not being grateful enough for anything or working hard enough or blah blah blah, but that's not the purpose of this blog.
For some good news, I'm out of NYU housing's grasp and shall live in a real apartment in a room I don't have to share with someone else and my housemate is not insane and oh my god I'm rambling because it's like a dream come true, or at least not a nightmare! I will give more exciting details later, perhaps when I move in. Sorry about the previously posted overreaction. If anyone's wondering, you can cancel your NYU housing before the appointed "CANCEL BEFORE THIS DATE OR DIE" date by emailing them. Poof, that's it.
Back to food. I never wrote about my breakfast sunday morning in London with Su-Lin at The Wolesley. As we walked into the restaurant we gasped at the sheer huge-ness and beauty of it. ...For it is huge and beautiful. And quiet. The color scheme was something like marble, black, gold, and silver. In the center of the restaurant sat a round table neatly piled high with French viennoiseries (correct me if this isn't the right term for breakfasty types of pastries).
Of course, Su-Lin and I broke out our cameras as soon as food hit the table (this is her marrochino, espresso with chocolate and steamed milk). And then...
"I'm sorry, but we don't allow photography."
Our faces fell in unison. Or something inside each of us died. We put our cameras away and then went into our discussion of "OH GOD WHY WON'T THEY LET US TAKE PHOTOS, and in such a beautiful place, ohh the frustration!" You know you're too obsessed with taking photos of food when not being allowed to do so riles you up. We're just dedicated, okay?
So no photos, despite the ridiculously photogenic-ness of everything we ate. The perfectly balanced poached eggs on my smoked haddock fishcakes looked like white, bloated teardrops. I half expected them to explode when I poked them with my fork. Luckily, there was no explosion, just a runny stream of nutritious yellow chicken embryo foodstuffs. The haddock fishcakes reminded me of crab cakes, except made of smoked haddock. And I know that's a totally pointless explanation, but I'm just trying to differentiate between the Asian or Norwegian style of fish cakes (they're kind of similar and I could probably thow in other similar fish cakes if I could think of any) and the chunky patty crab cake type. Got my drift? Alrighty.
Never in my life had I ordered such a rich dish for breakfast that combined two things that I wouldn't ever think to eat, not because I don't like them but because breakfast "Robyn foods" tend to fall in the waffle and pancake categories. But they were delicious and I'd want to eat them again despite the after-effects of feeling like your digestive system has died.
Su-Lin's Omelet Arnold Bennett was possible more digestive system-deathy than mine. It was seriously half hollandaise sauce, half egg. Combined. With porky bits. For optimum tastiness. And death. It was victoriously delicious and coated my mouth with creamy fatness, but one bite was enough for me.
I also ordered a basket of buttered, toasted crumpets (a basket being two), which came with most awesome selection of spreads I had ever seen before. Lemon curd, hazelnut chocolate spread, orange marmalade and strawberry (or some other berry) jelly came in tiny cylindrical porcelain tube-esque things, each with a dainty silver spoon to spread onto the crumpets with. So adorable.
OH IF ONLY YOU COULD SEE A PHOTO.
Oh well. The serving dish for Su-Lin's toast was also very cute, kind of like a bunch of napkin holders stuck together, but for..toast. And that was actually a really bad description, but I think you know what I mean. It kinda looked like a nicer version of this.
On top of my belly busting meal, I ordered a vanilla milkshake. Yes, lipid overdose is the Robyn way. Although it had the best vanilla flavor I had ever tasted in a milkshake, the black vanilla bean-specked drink was disasteriously thin...in my humble opinion. Tasty, but not worth the moolah.
Near the end of our meal we saw a waiter walk up to the second floor (almost like a balcony as anyone sitting on the second level has a view of the whole room) with a wooden chessboard towards a well dressed family of four. He placed the chessboard in between the two young children. Yound as in possibly elementary school children. This restaurant encourages games of chess during breakfast? What kind of alternate dimension of adolescent cultured minds is this? My mind was sadly not made to play chess, but to form phrases like, "Mm, tasty cookie." Good god.
We got a happy group shot outside of the photography-unfriendly restaurant. TAKE THAT, WOLSELEY! (Not that they care, but...whatever.)
Su-Lin was a ridiculously cool, friendly, food loving, easily-excitable-by-waffles-and-pastries person to meet. And she eats as much as I do! I hate it when I eat more than other people and subsequently feel like a huge pig. I'd rather feel like a pig with someone else. ;)
If you want more foodiness, I did a random post for Parisist on Tuesday, aka a day later than I'm supposed to. Argh to being non-punctual!
I have to wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to go to Belgium for a day trip, so I'll write something more substantial later (in between studying for my finals).