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Seated behind me on the way home was Jennifer Hudson from American Idol, Oscars, etc. Since I didn't want to be too creepy, I took a quick photo on the way to the train. When she sat down in the seat I told her that she was good in Dreamgirls. Nice thing to say except I never saw the movie.
I am stuck in NYC voluntarily because I took a payoff from Delta to come home later. Because I have time I would like to comment on the stupidity that is the preferred entry line for frequent flyers. It looks like a great deal with 2 lines but there is typically only one working so the magical Breezeway carpet may as well be labeled "idiot rug". I just realized that I sound like Andy Rooney - sorry.
Traffic stinks coming back from Yonkers. It is 1:30 pm and it feels like 5:00 pm. The added bonus of hooking and flying fingers make it even more fun.
I love pastrami and this was a nice twist on a deli classic. The cole slaw in the middle was a nice balance to the salty meat.
The people behind the counter also make sopresatta and I did not want to scare them with a papparazzi picture.
This picture has a weird aura and it is from the smoked meat. As soon as they invent a smell blog, I will add more.
Since there weren't any earlier flights out of NYC, I stopped by my favorite Yonkers grocery. I will try to take some pictures without "the Man" catching me.
How could I not order this artery clogging entree of goodness. I had taking pictures for a while and when I took a picture of my food, the manager came over and showed the health inspection certificate. I am now a health inspector as well as a food critic.
If I had to draw and design an old diner, this is what it would look like. Notice the mini jukeboxes and stainless steel lunch counters. If you are from the Northeast this commentary may seem dumb but remember that in the South a diner is a Waffle House with yellow linoleum.
Looks authentic to me - like the kind of place that has been around since the 40's.
Instead of the standard Courtyard breakfast consisting of fake eggs and bad coffee, I sought out a real diner for breakfast.
I am in Yonkers wrapping up a project and flew into LaGuardia late last night. They gave me a tank suitable for my disguise as a resident of Del Boca Vista Phase 1.
We went to Arby's and I tried to get a healthy option but this looked like a lettuce truck ran into a Hellmann's truck. They were better off when they were carving fake roast beef and making horsey sauce.
This was a nice company picnic and a chance to go to a place I would not pay to see. Pictured is the cake we could have had if weren't rushed to clean out the hippo pen.
Without the knowledge of knowing we were at the petting zoo, this post could be grossly misinterpreted.
There were lots of monkeys in an open area and discovered they could not escape due to their neckwear. They are pictured here planning their escape.
The bears would not look at us so I think the bears are teamsters and hire bear doubles so they can go to discos.
Not since the Lief Garrett posters of the 70's has raw sexuality been captured on film. I am unsure how to actually spell Lief so give me and spell check a break.
This one was in the pen too and he looked way too relaxed.
SunGard had their annual picnic at Zoo Atlanta. Enjoy the series of pictures you could probably see in a real zoo if you went outside.
It is nice to be home with a sleepy puppy behind me.
When you toast a frozen waffle in the toaster oven, magical goodness occurs. This method does not work in a standard toaster.
Every trip I have made for this client has given me a timeline of who has left the presidential race. I bought a Giuliani for President shirt for a dollar but the Hillary bobbleheads have not met my stringent budgetary requirements.
The views leaving the stadium are nicer than the view of a losing team.
With my wife's strong recommendation I had some grease with potatoes. I will report back on the effects.
I assume based on the first inning score and the boos, this team sucks. 5 runs in the first inning - fail!
I think they are either playing baseball or lacrosse. I am unsure from this height due to the lack of oxygen.
The Metro let us right at the stadium and lucky us it is enormous shirt day. Everybody gets a shirt that could fit Marlon Brando - yay.
I ventured out of the luxurious Hotel Palomar and went to Cosi to get breakfast. While it was good, the odd part was the walk back where a homeless woman in an Obama shirt yelled at me for my bright white shoes. I promptly stepped in a mud puddle.
Here it is - compare and judge. Either way it was good. Very fresh and tasty.
I ordered 2 appetizers instead of an entree and since this looked like my other appetizer, I thought it was tuna tartare. I am an embarassingly bad foodie but give me some slack when you see the other photo.
This pretty shrimp dish was the highlight of an meal with good bread, good entrees, and poor desserts. It is amazing how a good meal can end on a bad note when your ice cream dessert is freezer burnt. They even admitted that they were having issues. I suppose since my short ribs were good and we had a $30 coupon, we'll give the Buckhead Life folks another chance (it also does not hurt that we recieved another $30 to spend at Chops).
My colleague ordered what she thought were lettuce wraps but little did she realize she ordered an assembly line. This seems to be the pattern of this place. Every plate seemed like it was "Dom Deluise" size. They are the reason America needs airline seat belt extensions.
How could you go here and not have the specialty of the house. The matignon is a chocolate enrobed ganache that is as good as it looks.
We went to a new local joint from a French chef who specializes in pastries. The bacon and collard green quiche was the best I have ever had and was a nice interpretation of a Southern staple.
I have been asked by several readers to put a picture of the rice in question. Notice the 1 kilo measurement - maybe that was a sign.
There is a new Crown Club to go to in Jacksonville but the view is of fat guys jackhammering outside. It shakes the whole place violently. In other exciting news, I was detained for about 15 minutes for having rice in my luggage. I bought it at the Columbia Restaurant in St Augustine and I almost had to open it. I am now the rice bomber. The TSA will also be detaining people with beans, sprouts, and other legumes. Pray to Allah and Uncle Ben.
This building holds all of the transfer forms. It is called Apathy Hall. It is named after the famous Spaniard Francisco del Apateo who transferred his citizenship to Cuba for the rum.
In honor of my wife's first year of college, I stopped by her old school. She tells me that 87% of students end up transferring to other colleges so the alumni association is made up of a guy named Ed and his common law wife Bertha.
Nice view after my sobering walk through town.
I found a place that has 50 taps of beer including some nice Belgians like Chimay and Delirium. Pretty nice find among the old buildings.
I was driving back to the hotel and noticed that St. Augustine was 18 miles away. Guess what I did?
I have previously had their short rib sliders and loved them. I decided to get the full entree and was blown away. It came on a blue cheese spinach risotto and with a nice cabernet, it was nice. I know my regular readers will wonder why I am not having beer. I am trying to expand my horizons after our enlightening trip to the wine country in California.
I come to Jacksonville twice a year and always try to make it here. It is a small place downtown and it is just hidden enough to keep morons at bay with a nearby Quizno's.
I am in a boardroom doing a series of meetings and this is my view of the afternoon rain on the river. I feel metropolitan and fancy.
The Jacksonville Marriott on Salisbury Road is known for their stucco architecture on concrete block and for their pressed meat steaks.
Is it lame to post? Yes but if you saw the old one you thought you were landing in 1978. The funny thing was that I landed around 7:30 pm and everything was closed like it was 3:00 am.
We made our monthly trek to Inman Park for Cheryl's gluten free dinner and we found these delights filled with pork belly. I will be dreaming of these Krystal sized pockets of joy.
Wildfire does baby versions of their massive desserts and I did the peanut butter cup one with a nice espresso. It is helping me study...
To keep on my low carb brain diet, I went for this blue cheese sirloin salad. I feel smarter know (insert spelling joke here).
