Entries tagged with 'Kare'
Kåre Week, Day 8: Pork Katsu and Pumpkin Ice Cream
Note: This entry originally took place on October 23. Sweet jesus, I'm slow. A life without tonkatsu (or pork katsu) is not worth living. ..Okay, that's a little extreme. I guess it's still worth living; it just won't be as...
Kåre Week, Day 7: Banchan and Korean Tofu Stew at BCD
Note: This entry originally took place on October 22. While I tend to plan meals in advance, I hadn't thought of anything for the Wednesday night after my violin lesson. (I'm no Andrew Bird; it's a beginner class for adults...
Kåre Week, Day 5 and 6: Home Cooking, Over-Porked at Minca, and Soft Serve Sundaes
Note: This entry originally took place on October 20 and 21. Also: WOOHOO, OBAMA WON! But I knew he would. Seriously. Now it's time for American to suck less. While I possess the ability to cook (that is, I have...
Kåre Week, Day 4: Dim Sum, Random Art, and Arepas
Note: This post originally took place on October 19. I've never really understood why people in New York City have a tendency to go apeshit over weekend brunch. Not to say that pancakes, waffles, and ten variations of eggs aren't...
Kåre Week, Day 3: Dumont Burger, Midtown Horrors, and BBQ (Fried) Chicken
Note: This post originally took place on October 18. A few months ago I was made the editor of Serious Eats' burger blog, A Hamburger Today, despite that my burger fiend quotient is 1/100,000th of these guys. Yet I'm at...
Kåre Week, Day 2 (Part 2): Lower Manhattan Tour, Bubble Tea, and Sonia Rose
Note: This entry originally took place on October 17. When Kåre and I stepped off the Staten Island Ferry, we decided to take in some of the Staten Island sights. It's the sun! OH YEAH, CHECK OUT THAT SKYLINE!!! But...
Kåre Week, Day 2 (Part 1): Freakin' Sweet Lunch at Momofuku Ssam Bar, and Riding the Staten Island Ferry
Note: This entry originally took place on October 17. Anthony Bourdain's back and David Chang "Hey, Olivia!" I said as she rounded the corner of Momofuku Ssam Bar. "ANTHONY BOURDAIN. IN THERE." Her eyes were aglow with the fiery passion...
Kåre Week, Day 1: Falafels at Taim
"So...what do you want to do?" "Oh, I'm dunno. Just walk around?" That's Kåre (pronounced something like "koh-rah" with a rolled r, in case you ever hear me say his name in real life and have no idea who I'm...
Doughnuts Galore, and Why the Hell Am I So Busy?
Many things have happened lately. For example, the earth moved around the sun for a bit, and I ate a lot of stuff. But first, there's this. DOUGHNUTS!! A few weeks ago I went on a doughnut hunt with Kathy...
When You Turn 23, You Get Rickrolled and A Giant Manatee
[Warning: THERE IS NO BIRTHDAY FOOD IN THIS ENTRY. That will come later. Maybe October at the rate I'm going. On the bright side, I'm 2/3rds of the way done with a real entry about food. That should appear soon.]...
Bologna: Day 16 and 17 (Gelato and Sadness)
WARNING, THIS IS WHERE I SOUND WHINY: Having to recount my final days in Bologna is pretty depressing. [Cue sad face.] Right now I'm staring at my photos as I tend to do when having to recall things that happened...
Bologna: Day 15 (Gelato + Torpedo Penguin)
"Morten, there isn't any coffee coming out of the pot! And it's been on the stove forever..." I sat on the porch munching on something breakfast-like, paying mild much attention to what was happening on the other side of the...
Florence: Day 14, Part 2 (Gelato, Gelato and Steak)
[If you haven't read part one, you should do that before reading this entry. THAT'S AN ORDER!] SWEET! And then we found the holy grail. I mean, we found gelato. WOOHOO! Yom yom Here! I followed Morten's lead into K2,...
Florence: Day 14, Part 1 (More Climbing! Sweet!)
[A note of sorts: While I originally planned on making this one unbearably long entry, it was becoming unbearably long, thus I'm splitting it into two parts. I'm also getting sleepy because it's almost 2 AM. And it shows in...
Bologna: Day 13 (So Many Steps...Why?)
I hobbled onto the front porch to see 75% of our refrigerator's contents strewn upon the table. I mean, neatly strewn about on plates and whatnot. Apparently it was one of those "eat everything left in the fridge and make...
Bologna: Day 12 (I Cannot Make Dough)
You may recall that on day 11, Morten had a little microbial mishap with an unfriendly seafood dish. And by that I mean there was a lot of reserve peristalsis going on. And by that I mean he puked a...
Bologna: Day 11 (Failed Pizza, Successful Alcohol)
"This was the day I just sat around and peed," announced Kåre as he elevated himself from the sitting position to make a visit to the little boy's room. Diana, if you're wondering what we did the day after you...
Parma: Day 10 (Mosquito Attack)
On the morning of September 20th, I made a mortadella, lettuce, and maybe-something-else sandwich. Sammich It basked in the glittery rays of the warm Bolognan sun. Oh, how it basked. Yes, sandwiches can bask. They're just like you and me,...
Bologna: Day 9 (Crescetina, FTW)
I could visit major landmarks. I could peruse famous museums. But you know what I'd rather do to expand my cultural horizons? Meat. Like. Whoa. Browse a local supermarket. Okay, maybe I don't want to "expand my cultural horizons" as...
Venice: Day 8 (Land of Fuckery)
[Although this is the least food-centric entry of all my Italy-based entries, it was probably the most memorable day and fun to reminisce about. PLEASE, ENJOY.] Yes, that is the best title I could think of. Soon you shall find...
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