Philadelphia. Home of the free, land of the Wawa. Wawa Food Market, Arch Street and 17th StreetRittenhouse SquareRita’s Water Ice, 1511 Spruce StreetOld City and Penn’s Landing We were welcomed with 101 degree weather the day we arrived to Philly. It felt as if we were walking in soup that had gone airborne, a bad […]Read more "Food is (Wawa in 100 degrees.)"
Today was the eight month anniversary. I used to look at people who celebrated 8-month-anniversaries in the same way I used to look hippopotamuses at the zoo, always wondering when they’d move from that pool of piss and lettuce. Now I rather quite like them. Hippos too. It’s the eight-month anniversary and I’ve sipped a half […]Read more "Food is (an encounter with a Mermaid, and one day away from WAWA.)"
Day two (and part one) of my Washington Adventure. A week after it happened. Some of it will be vague. Most of it is still tangled to my optic nerves. Columbia Heights Coffee, 3416 11th Street, Northwest, Washington, DCMeridian Pint, 3400 11th Street Northwest, Washington, DCThe Farmer’s Market, 14th Street and Park Road NW, Washington, […]Read more "Food is (a seventeen mile hike through Washington- Part 1.)"
Cafe 474 – 474 4th Ave (between 11th St & 10th St), Brooklyn, NY Cocoa Bar- 228 7th Ave (between 3rd Ave & 4th Ave), Brooklyn, NY Park Slope. City within a borough within a city. I take the F from the shoebox-littered streets of Delancey and Essex and within fifteen minutes I’m above ground speeding across a land of evergreen and […]Read more "Food is (the devil.)"
Good Co.- 10 Hope St (between Roebling St & Havemeyer St) Brooklyn, NYExtra Fancy- 302 Metropolitan Ave (between Driggs Ave & Roebling St), Brooklyn, NYThe Woods- 48 S 4th St (between Kent Ave & Wythe Ave) Brooklyn, NY The magical land of Williamsburg. Alcoves cut through decrepit factories make way for hidden treasures seeping in PBR, Stumptown Coffee, and flannel-filtered […]Read more "Food is (in the Woods)"
So I do this thing sometimes when I haven’t been working out. I punish myself and what that means essentially is that I tell myself that I won’t eat a goddamn thing until my stomach flips inside out and suddenly it’s looking and feeling like a ceramic from Pier 1 Imports. I tell myself that […]Read more "Food is (prepping for the Williamsburg Bridge.)"
I’m trying to cut across the Red Sea in my own way, and so until that whole mess is figured out and I’m able to carve my own staff out of a olive branch, I can’t think of a better time to start talking about Washington, DC. Last time I had talked about it, I […]Read more "Food is (a whole lot more than a convenience on the National Mall)"