Like Justtwomorethings said, she came to visit me last weekend. Aside from Sleepy Hollow, we also spent some time in NYC. While Justtwomorethings got a haircut, I wandered around. And found…kitties!
(I really don’t know why she was so surprised. People ought to expect this from me by now)
The first kitty was a pretty little tortie. It was a tiny thing between kitten and adulthood, and clearly on a mission–it trotted up to us, fuzzed my hand, and then darted off in search of food, playthings, or both too quickly for me to snap a pic.
The next one was more accommodating. A spice shop near the hair salon had a handsome cow-spotted male (appropriately named Myrrh) sitting in the window. He took some time out from his staring contest with the dog outside to love on me a bit.
The final one wasn’t nearly so friendly, but just as handsome. His name was Oreo and he lived in community garden a couple blocks over. Oreo was profoundly unhappy that day because his favorite gardener hadn’t come because she was recuperating from a fall. In typical kitty fashion, he proclaimed his frustration loudly. Still cute though.
Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
Fall’s become an increasingly frenzied time of the year for me and entropyenator, both on a general level (I swear, Christmas stuff up before Halloween) and on a personal level. So on my latest visit, we opted for a nice, low-key, low-impact jaunt up to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, setting of the TV show she likes, and burial place of an author of whose work I have very fond memories. It’s a very densely-packed patch of ground, but the hilly landscaping and gorgeously flaming fall foliage do a lot to break up the tombstone clusters into manageable chunks. And on a bright autumn day, with a crisp breeze, it’s a beautifully peaceful stroll. There’s a walking tour, and a stand with free maps at the entrance, but otherwise it’s just another resting place for the dead. I was pleased to see that they’ve resisted the urge to plaster the place with Sleepy Hollow/Washington Irving branding.
No comments on what it looks like at night. Halloween’s been and gone, so not the season for a scare, as far as we were concerned.
As part of my recent visit to see entropyenator, I made a point of introducing her to a couple New York classics, Russ and Daughters (no pics; sadly, I forgot my cooler and it was steamy hot out, so no point in buying food that’d boil before we got it home) and Katz’s Deli. As you may remember, I’ve been before. I think entropyenator was a bit put off by the brusque waitstaff and the inaccurate signage (apparently, you do not order the egg creams at the drink counter, but at the grill, right under the sign that says drinks are ordered down-counter), but the food was still awesome. Chocolate egg creams are sort of my kryptonite. If the menu has it, I’ll order it. If I’m walking down the street and I see the place advertising egg creams, even if it looks super dodgy and gross, I’m…going in and ordering it. Katz’s, however, is not somewhere where you need to worry about the quality of the egg cream.
Chocolate egg cream: Still awesome
Totally unrelated to the food, but I want to document this somewhere before the dye fades, I got myself a purple streak:
I spent most of the Tribeca Film Festival living off of fast food. Which isn’t to say that it was bad or nongourmet, because it wasn’t. It just was stuff that I could order and take with me while I was standing in yet another rush line. But I did sit down for a meal at Momofuku Noodle Bar.
Rotisserie duck, ramps on side, Momofuku Noodle Bar
In my opinion, the Momofuku restaurant line is not the greatest food ever, but it’s still pretty damn good. A couple pieces of the duck were downright raw at the edges, but I like raw meat; more importantly, the skin was properly crispy and the layer of fat underneath was warmly melted, ready to fall apart on your tongue, and the ramps were nice and smoky with soft interiors. Spring in a bowl.
I finished up the festival with, basically, a bunch of empty visual calories. The fun stuff. The insane stuff. The stuff you wonder what on earth were the programmers thinking when they let this in, what, I thought film festivals were all Serious and Arty and not at all about the drunken/baked college demographic (full disclosure: I was slightly buzzed when I saw all of these aside from Electric Slide, either from beer or from the exhaustion of running on four to six hours of sleep a night because I kept booking late-night screenings). But hey, why not? Sometimes you go for the six-course tasting meal, and sometimes you go for the fried everything basket.
i will admit that TFF’s $40 ticket package for matinees and late-night showings was more than worth the money, paying off after I redeemed four of the six tickets you get. Would’ve been an even better deal if I’d been able to come for an additional weekday, but I do have to earn the paycheck.
If last weekend was (oddly, and totally unplanned) all documentaries, this one is shaping up to be nearly all narratives.
I have to say that it was a gorgeous weekend in New York, so at least it looked good outside while I forgot my pre-printed tickets, struggled to get the hotel printer to work (by the way, Google, setting up Gmail to default to remembering you even if you log out is crap for shared terminals), and then ran across town to the first of three rush lines I was planning to hit (with a stop at Union Square for ramps, because RAMPS. Finally. Such a harsh winter).
Well, waste of effort for my first two films. Nobody in the rush line even got in for the second. I don’t know that I really buy the TFF pitch of being a film festival for all, considering how easy it is for people with passes costing upwards of $500 to block out people trying to get single tickets. But anyway, what I did get into:
Cider donut with smoked foie gras, Maiden Lane
When I was in NYC recently, I stopped at Maiden Lane in Alphabet City for lunch. It’s a little niche bar with barely room for a prep counter, a couple tiny freezers, a sink and a slow cooker on the countertop. Making the most of the space’s shortcomings, the gimmick is that the place specializes in high-end canned seafood–not as in the icky cat food excuse for tuna, but as in usually imported, canned in olive oil, silky-smooth rich shellfish and sardines and anchovies (and other deliciously fatty fish). They also do some cured/smoked fish, and salumi, and things like pâtés that can be made up off-site (probably) and stored for a bit. It’s very refined bar food, and quite tasty.
But what really got my attention was the lone dessert: apple cider donut with shaved smoked foie gras. I ordered it, mildly afraid that the foie gras was going to come over overly strong, but instead the thin strips are more like a slightly pungent butter. They melted into velvet on the warm donut, which was jampacked with acidic cider that offset the fatty richness. I do hope this wasn’t just a one-off special and they have this one again, because it was definitely a destination food.
Popped into NYC for a quick weekend of shopping and hanging out with friends. Naturally, the weather gods decided to flip on the wet, windy, icy, blizzard:
Yes, that is a waterfall in the very back. Query what that water bill must be like to keep it from freezing.
I did see the drunkenness that was Santacon attendees rambling all over the place, but ditched photographing that in favor of some more touristy sights (since hey, I’m once again one of them):
A good meal and cocktail at Otto:
And a good set at an atmospheric venue like Webster Hall:
Webster Hall – Nick Waterhouse
I’m going to miss the place, for sure.