tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32116443260775118512024-03-05T04:44:29.828-05:00HowFresh EATSHOWFRESHOWFRESHOWFRESHOWFRESHHowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-81414142400439629442016-02-01T23:17:00.001-05:002016-02-02T23:41:41.429-05:00Just Enjoying a Brewski With the Biebs. AKA Justin Beerber.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GTZqFMXukOfzuztGEHCOk408_x120YIbWVkTDZWIDrxbBpLJq2wfMYgK9sAu93WRaCTZ5yH71fUHthMm-d9SAZVeu59ckEZFqQLcwnho0M_aO-djvExHA61Wu9wyTo_tTDBb4sn-wgI/s1600/Bieber+Brewski.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GTZqFMXukOfzuztGEHCOk408_x120YIbWVkTDZWIDrxbBpLJq2wfMYgK9sAu93WRaCTZ5yH71fUHthMm-d9SAZVeu59ckEZFqQLcwnho0M_aO-djvExHA61Wu9wyTo_tTDBb4sn-wgI/s320/Bieber+Brewski.jpg" /></a>
<P>Fuck it. I'll admit it, I'm a Justin Bieber fan. Is it too late now to say sorry???? </P>
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<P>If you think this post is about a brewski named after the likeness of Justin, you are mistaken. That is just the foil to expound about my newfound infatuation with the Biebs. <i>(You peep that Canadian reference?????)</i> Otherwise I'd risk my manhood. So let's pretend this is about beer, macho macho beer! However there are some cool backstories to this beverage. It is a collabo project between Evil Twin, Westbrook and <a href="http://www.charlestonbeerexchange.com"="_blank">The Charleston Beer Exchange</a>, a city and store I'm quite fond of. And its a Berliner Weiss, a refreshing and effervescent tart beer. As it turns out, Blåbær is Danish for blueberry, and this is brewed with the fruit. It's an enjoyable beer. A style of beer better in the warmer months, but not too bad in the winter. The blueberry isn't as prominent as expected, but the inherent tart quality of the berry lends itself to this type of beer. </P>
<p>But enough about the beer, how did I become a teenage girl trapped in a young man's body??? I'm not sure exactly. I kept hearing <i>Sorry</i> and <i>What Do You Mean</i> and I had no choice but to move, still unaware who it was. Was it the angelic voice? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. The production is on pizzy and you don't need much more. I became a Belieber without even knowing it. That's how they get you. But I can't front jack, the shit goes. It wasn't that long ago he did a joint with <a href="https://youtu.be/nPwnutCA2O4"="_blank">Raekwon and Kanye over some Wu shit</a>. You could say I was hating. But he sounded like a prepubescent whipper snapper and that's never been my thing thing. Our tastes have changed and are now reconvening on the H-Pod. And I'm big enough to forgive the poor decisions of his youth. (See below). And hopefully you are too. </P><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSeiDgda-LE1we6o-6BqZPjy7FPKn5YyQzPW7IL7wHAyIjsdsS2pAIAQxizdbxuqDBfGoFjHAdDuP6B8zQ7ft8PwGCuhSAiEDhUreNNat9V-LHSqrLdfUnc04V6EcZsHjQpDGhWmBReuY/s1600/justin+bieber+wayweather.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSeiDgda-LE1we6o-6BqZPjy7FPKn5YyQzPW7IL7wHAyIjsdsS2pAIAQxizdbxuqDBfGoFjHAdDuP6B8zQ7ft8PwGCuhSAiEDhUreNNat9V-LHSqrLdfUnc04V6EcZsHjQpDGhWmBReuY/s320/justin+bieber+wayweather.jpg" /></a>
<P><i>FULL DISCLOSURE: Several weekends ago we hit the VEVO channel hard on the Apple TV. Lazy Saturday vibes channeling Tiger Beat. Had the Biebs Fest on repeat. Shit was lit. Threw in a little Selena Gomez, Ariana Grande, The Weeknd, Demi Lovato, and Taylor Swift for some extra flavas. That day sparked this obsession.</i></P>
<p>If you aren't able to get your paws on this Beerber, no worries, any brew will do. So crack one open, sit back, and enjoy the show. </P>
<p>Iceland. Time to book that ticket to Reykjavik!!</P>
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<P>Since one version of Sorry is not enough, I provided you with 2!!!!!!!!!</P>
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How I feel when I'm starving and hit the supermarket
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Probably my least favorite
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<p>If Exhibits A through F haven't proven my case, then let the Illmatic one handle closing arguments...</P>
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<p>January 13, 2016. The day before National Hot Pastrami Day. The excitement was brewing. Which sandwich was I going to devour, and after nearly a 2 year hiatus... DOCUMENT!?!?!? Yup, you heard that right, the pointer, the middle finger and the thumb wanted to reunite the band and get back to the drawing board. And where better to do it than at a Jewish Deli reincarnate!</P>
<P>A lot had happened since the heyday of 2008 and they yearned for some of that good thing back. The trio missed the flashing lights, the endless shellfish towers, the flights to exotic lands to taste endangered vegetables, the red carpet treatment, the gluttony. They wanted to shock the world once again. And so they reconvened on a cold Wednesday night in Alphabet City to see if they still had that magic. It was nearly 8 years ago since they concocted the hit single <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/06/pastrami-dreams-finally-come-to.html"target="blank">Pastrami Dreams</a>. </P>
<p>But Katz's Deli isn't in Alphabet City you say? New neighborhoods are created everyday and lines are blurred to self serve all these <a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/schmegegge"target=_"blank">schmegegge heads</a>, is that the case? Nope. The truth is, something new has arrived. I bring with me a heavy heart, yet a seasoned palate, and an open mind when I admit and come to terms with this. The Houston St. mainstay will always be in the Rushmore of deli meats, but in 2016 we break from tradition and forge a new path. Dad, I'm sorry, I think that even you, someone set in their ways, would see the light through carnivorous eyes. I'll bring one to the cemetery and let the juices drip down and permeate the ground so you can share in the pleasure and joy. I miss you pops.</P>
<p><i>(Apparently one thing that hasn't changed since my last posts is the rambling. But that's what you get when you buy tix to the Howfresh show!)</i></P>
<P>So now let's get to the meat of it! <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmiiW936jqw"target="_blank">Hardyharharhar</a>. But before that I have one more confession. There was no rye bread. NO RYE BREAD. WHO THE FUCK AM I??? Do I blame my shiksa girlfriend? She's actually my Latina novia but she's from Parkchester so she knows the private handshake and throws out yiddishisms whenever she can. The funny thing is I didn't even realize I was sinking my teeth into a hoagie roll until half the sandwich was missing. I was in the moment stuffing my face, and I loved it.</P>
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<p>So without further ado, I introduce Harry & Ida's <i>Pop's Pastrami</i>. 1/2 a pound of rich, juicy, tender, smoky pastrami accessorized with "buttermilk-fermented cucumber, caraway cracked rye berry, anchovy mustard & dill" in a chewy yet light hero roll. Cut in half so you can ooh and ahhh from the impressive cross section.</P>
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</P>The roll is quite generously stuffed with crimson chunks of pastrami and the accoutrements are delicately placed near the mouth of the bread. For the size and quality, $17.50 is reasonable. My only complaint is that there wasn't enough of the thinly sliced cucumbers and sprigs of dill. I'm a sucker for dill and I do like to get the dillz sucked. Just saying. Otherwise, we're talking MVP candidate for sandwich of the year and the season hasn't even started!! It's that good. Always a fan of black pepper, there is no shortage of it in the brine. It resonates on the tongue for a considerable amount of time. Don't let the anchovy mustard spook you, since I didn't notice anything even remotely fishy, just mustard.</P>
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<P>My grandfather's name was Harold, so the diminutive Harry already had me at hello. And of course the H!!! But I went in unbiased, aside from the fact that H&I Meat and Supply Co. is the brainchild of Will Horowitz and his crew at <a href="http://www.duckseatery.com"target="_blank">Ducks Eatery</a>, a restaurant I keep wanting to return to. They just don't make subpar food. Thought, attention to detail and adventure are what you sign up for and they don't disappoint. The half a dozen or so other sandwiches on offer have piqued my interest, namely the smoked eel, and there are several homemade sides (faro salad) on the menu. <a href="http://www.foxonpark.com"target="_blank">Foxon Park sodas</a> from Connecticut are stocked in the fridge, a brand you don't see too often. If one of the 3 or so stools by the window counter is unavailable (no tables) gladly grab grub to go.</P>
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<P>Katz, I'm sorry. </P>
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<P><b>Harry & Ida's Meat & Supply Co.</b></P>
<p>189 Ave. A (off 12th Street)</P>
<P>New York, NY 10009</P>
<p>646-864-0967</p>
<p><a href="http://www.meatandsupplyco.com"target="_blank">www.meatandsupplyco.com</a></P>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-52003823998454267082014-05-15T17:15:00.001-04:002014-05-16T03:45:52.299-04:00Food Porn is For Sacrilegious Sinners.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2odr-24x0T8RiaYi5vFrrESTOx79vus6ArsjRE-amn_NxY-o6ZN1DZTwuj5DgsC4RP4ZtrVaQyQhEb2kl_bHCpKmizyl8doV_yqI0fR745yBOCJ8MTnpmpXNSMlK5zfdGuGoUY6R0MkY/s1600/Lewis_&_Clark_at_Three_Forks+Sacagawea.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2odr-24x0T8RiaYi5vFrrESTOx79vus6ArsjRE-amn_NxY-o6ZN1DZTwuj5DgsC4RP4ZtrVaQyQhEb2kl_bHCpKmizyl8doV_yqI0fR745yBOCJ8MTnpmpXNSMlK5zfdGuGoUY6R0MkY/s320/Lewis_&_Clark_at_Three_Forks+Sacagawea.jpg" /></a>
<P><i>Peace to Lewis and Clark, <a href="http://www.nationalgeographic.com/lewisandclark/"target="_blank">the godfathers of the American exploration game</a>. As I navigate the city streets, I channel their 2+ year expedition, presumably in a safer and more civilized fashion. I'd also like to take this time out to pay homage to my father, whose passion to travel and revisit their trail has been ingrained in me, via several trips out west. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacagawea"target="_blank">Sacagawea</a>, the woman in the painting was his favorite Native American female. Outside of my mother, Saca G was tops on his list. Explain why else would we have visited her namesake park in Livingston, MT.</i></P>
<P>When I <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-im-here.html"target="_blank">started this blog</a> nearly 6.5 years ago (HOLY SHIT!!!!) my intention was to shed light on restaurants and food spots that had no exposure. And obviously talk my shit. Plenty of times I would drive by a spot that looked appealing, went home to google it (pre smart phone era), and zilch. I couldn't be the only person inquiring about said place? So I took it upon myself to do the knowledge. </P>
<P>At the time I was living in Woodlawn, the North Bronx. An Irish enclave, I wasn't checking for any scone, bangers and mash, or blood pudding reviews. In hindsight I should've had a Cadbury bar a day post but nope. Sorry lads. Rather I was hyped for the smorgasbord of West Indian delicacies lining White Plains Road, just a stone's throw away over the Bronx River. And there were tons of them. Where to start? Is this spot really the king of jerk chicken? The self-proclaimed patty champions? It was tough. Entering a different culture's establishment can be nerve wracking. The unknown. Language barriers. Embarrassment of having no clue what you're doing. The "Did I order the right thing?" panic. And since I did the majority of my grub all by my lonely, there was no one to get suggestions or recommendations from. </P>
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<P><i>Photoshop courtesy of yours truly</i></P>
<P>I say all this because I'd like to bring HFE back to the essence, or at least attempt to. The fun, the excitement, the challenge. The idea that my words, my thoughts would be digested by others is very cool. Being the source of food intelligence, I want to be that, and I've been slacking. Yes, the climate is extremely different now. Food porn is rampant and I will join the Right Wing Foodist Values sect to put an end to this. The Lord does not agree with those that use delicious goodness as descriptive terminology. Nor does the Lord condone hashtag nomnomnom. Hashtag fartfartfart. It is an uphill battle, but I have filled the tank with ethanol and we're going to keep trucking! <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/30/business/30biowillie.html?pagewanted=all&_r=0"target="_blank">You crazy for this one Willie!!</a> </P>
<P>With that said, stay tuned for updated accounts on the Odyssey of Howfresh. Side note, looking for a staff taxidermist to handle all roadkill and game that poses a threat. The mantle is naked and could use some accessorizing.</P>
Q-Tip, Phife and Ali Shaheed provide some of the soundtrack for this journey. And of course, sit down Indian style...
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<P>They gave us mythology. They gave us <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1991/02/27/garden/greek-diners-where-anything-is-possible.html"target="_blank">the diner</a>. They gave us Yanni. They gave us fraternities (<a href="http://smokeandmirrorsblog.com/2012/05/24/dr-dreidel/"target="_blank">I had the best pledge name EVER</a>). I mean, they even gave us democracy. But what the Greeks can do to an octopus trumps all of the afore mentioned. How they tenderize this cephalopod, it defies logic. But maybe I'm giving the entire culture too much credit. My best friends since nursery school are Greek. Can they outsmart <a href="http://www.scientificamerican.com/article/are-octopuses-smart/"target="_blank">the 8 armed Mensa member</a>? I highly doubt it. </p>
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<P>But Taverna Kyclades, a recent addition to the East Village, knows how to. After killing the game on Ditmars Blvd. for years, they took it to primetime. No disrespect to Queens, <a href="http://tastoriaqueens.com/2014/02/11/the-myth-of-the-trek-to-queens-lets-end-outer-borough-othering/"target="_blank">I got love for ya</a>. The kitchen, it's as if as if Zeus is manning the grill, Poseidon walks in with the fresh daily catch, and Hephaestus sparks the grill. Peace to the gods for real. By no means am I an octopus expert, but more often than not the consistency is tough, fibrous, a tad too chewy. 2 visits in less than 2 months, and the dish was basically identical. Looks, texture and flavor. Fall off the bone tender, even if there is no bone. Minimal ingredients and simple preparation, charcoal grilled served with olive oil and some lemon juice. The epitome of Greek seafood. </P>
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<P>A Greek salad? Cliche? Not when it's banging malaka. A huge brick of feta cheese sitting on a tomato heavy salad. Clean and refreshing with just enough olive oil. Just wish there was more of the chopped romaine lettuce and that the chief of salad was more heavy handed with the kalamata olives. I need that briny hit playboy! Sidenote, the small is large. More than enough when ordering a bunch of items.</P>
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<P>Back to the grill again, the grill again! I'm a seafood junkie and I need another hit. <i>Come on trick daddy! Just one tentacle baby!</i> You have the option of calamari grilled or crispy. Healthy How opts for the non fried version, especially when dealing with fresh product. Again, olive oil, lemon and a charcoal grill. Tender with a little snap. Just how you want it. Had this cold the following day and it was just as enjoyable.</P>
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<P>Oooooooh, the Pikilia aka home made assorted Greek style spreads. This dish was actually served first, but we kept dipping throughout the entire meal. From left to right, Melitzana, an eggplant yogurt dip, my least favorite due to my eggplant allergy, but apparently also the lady's since it was the only dip left at the end. Tzatziki up next, a yogurt cucumber spread more mild than the common tangy variety. The feta cheese spread with red and hot peppers called Tirokafteri rested in the middle. To the right of that is Taramosalata, a fish roe based spread with olive oil and a binding agent, usually bread or potato. Not as fishy as you might think. Finally we have Skordalia, a silky garlic and potato dish that is delicious. Warm pita wedges accompanied the spreads and served as a great palate cleanser throughout the meal. A must have for future visits. </P>
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<P>Potatoes? We writing about potatoes? What are we writing about? Potatoes man. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGDBR2L5kzI"target="_blank">Peace to AI</a>. I hear you. As my pops used to say, FDP, aka Fuck De Potatoes. And I hear that. But Greeks are known for their lemon potatoes or as John Stamos likes to call them, Patates Fournou, and I had to try them. Soft and lemony. The end. They doubled up as great hash browns for brunch the next day. </P>
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<P>The entire ensemble in all its glory. Similar to the food, the restaurant's ambiance was clean and simple. Blonde wood tables and chairs filled a split large white room with various Greek posters throughout. There is a full bar beyond the dining room next to an ice display where the fresh seafood flaunts its stuff. The tables aren't that big, so if ordering a nice selection, things can and will become crammed. The food comes out pretty quick and for a slow eater such as myself it can prove a bit challenging. But that won't keep me away. It'll just force me to eat this great grub quicker. </P>
<P><b>TAVERNA KYCLADES</b></P>
<p>228 1st Ave.</p>
<p>New York, NY 10009</p>
<P>(212) 432-0011</P>
<a href="http://www.tavernakyclades.com">www.tavernakyclades.com</a>
<P>Monday - Thursday 12:30-11pm</P>
<P>Friday - Saturday 12-11:30pm</P>
<P>Sunday 12-10:30pm</P>
Some tunes for your listening pleasure...
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<p>...Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na naaaa. And we're back in business. I think I finally fully digested my final bite from the Big Easy. Shit was causing the mad writer's block, among other blockage, ya digs?!?! Potty humor off the jump. And you thought I was all grows up. I wish.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.neworleansonline.com/neworleans/cuisine/traditionalfoods/">Iconic food items</a> are not lacking when you think of NOLA. Gumbo, jambalaya, oysters, muffulettas, etouffee, and of course the Po' Boy. Having tried and thoroughly enjoyed 3 of these marvelous sandwich creations, today they get top billing when waxing and salivating poetic about the Crescent City. <a href="http://www.peta.org/living/food/top-10-reasons-eat-shrimp/">This is a formal warning for the gluten free vegans</a> reading this. HAHAHAHA. As if. Turn away or risk metamorphasizing (new word alert) into a life of gluttonous carb filled bottom feeding treif sin. These pics can turn tricks. And I doubt the <a href="http://http://www.gumbopages.com/food/samwiches/po-boys.html">dressing</a> is locally grown organic. </p>
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<P>All hail the Peace Maker, Acme Oyster House's homage to the native sandwich. WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT!! The menu reads...
<blockquote>Voted #4 in Top Ten Sandwiches
Golden fried oysters & shrimp, seasoned to perfection, with TABASCO® infused mayo
</blockquote>
<P>Now, I have no clue who's poll they're referring to but fuck it, they can be #4 in my book. Or at least # very delicious. Crustaceans overflowing from the pillowy bread bassinet aka the baguette. The original Psalms passage was supposed to go like this... my shrimp runneth over. But then the Lord invented Kosher so they had to edit.</P>
<P>Crisp, golden fried locally sourced shellfish dressed to the 9s, aka with lettuce, tomato, pickles and mayo. Shrimp and oysters on the smaller side, perfectly sized for a sandwich. The ideal bite would include all of these elements, and since Acme has been in business for more than 100 years, founded in 1910, they know how to provide many of these. That said, none of this would be possible without the bread. The highly touted and sought after <a href="http://www.examiner.com/article/new-orleans-french-bread-bakeries">New Orleans French Bread.</a> A crisp thin shiny shell surrounding soft white bread that coddles the fried protein, posturpedic for heroes. It's pretty amazing how the bread dictates the outcome of the sandwich. Usually all focus is spent on the fillings, the sauce, accoutrements, but not the vessel. It finally clicked. Now I understand where I've gone wrong my entire life. Problem solved, case closed. </P>
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<P>Fast forward to a night out on Frenchmen Street following a Pelicans victory, enjoying some drinks, brass bands and Mardi Gras Black Indians repping the Yellow Pocohontas tribe. Hunger kicked in, and with a pointer from a rather eccentric local named Thaddeus, we made our way to the Verti Marte on Royal Street in the French Quarter. I would like to take this time to thank the whoadie, because without his inside scoop, I highly doubt we would have entered this typical run-down looking corner store. </P>
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<P>Narrow aisles and sparsely filled white metal shelves led you towards the counter in the back where a huge chalk board menu hovered. Options were plentiful, but we were focused on that boy boy. Luckily for us, not the quickest deciders (usually me), there was a line so we had some time to place the order. I was fairly positive I'd be getting the shrimp po' boy, even though it was similar to the afore mentioned Peace Maker. The shrimp needed to have a solo before we headed back north. Now what was the lady to order?? Hmmmmmm. We heard chatter about their signature sandwich "All That Jazz." Listed front and center under their specialties, how much of a risk could it be? Apparently not much based on a quick <a href="https://www.google.com/#q=verti+marte+all+that+jazz">Google search</a>. </P>
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<P>Whats's there to say?? I mean, look at it. Don't be scared to click on it. Admire it. It's perfect in all of it's simplicity. Shrimp lightly seasoned and breaded, then fried the way a shrimp should be. Tender with a snap. Lettuce for some texture, tomato for a sweet kick and some acidity, and the mayo to tie everything in. And again the bread. Peep the cross section. It molds around the scrimps, yet it doesn't waiver, it doesn't collapse. Thaddeus, you crazy for this one!!</P>
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<P>All That Jazz was really all that jazz consisting of "a medley of grilled ham, turkey & shrimp, swiss & american cheese accompanied by grilled mushrooms, tomatoes, on grilled french bread with our original "wow sauce". DAMN SON. That's a super group right there. Not the small assembly of amateur musicians that play on your shoulder. Purdie on drums, Eddie Harris on the sax, Dizzy on trumpet, Ramsey on piano, Grant Green on guitar and of course my girl Bobbi on the flute. Compared to the shrimp po boy, this was hefty and rich. The ying and the yang. But it was GOOD. Most definitely an ideal meal when sauced up. And even better the next day cold out the fridge. You the man Thaddeus.</P>
<P>I'm sure there are other po' boys out there that are as good, if not better. Parkway and Johnny's were recommended, but they just didn't make the cut. Any online research will throw out a whole other bunch of names. I guess that's just another reason to head south. However next time, we might throw the remix on and go <a href="http://http://www.thrillist.com/travel/new-orleans/the-big-easys-five-best-muffalettas">Muffuletta hunting</a>.
<P>Stay tuned for more NOLA Kneaux How...</P>
<P>I thank <a href="http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z432Pwci0-Y">Louchie Lou & Michie One</a> for providing me with subject fodder, but that won't be played on HFE. Instead, let's invert a bit and play one of my favorites...</P>
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<P><b>Verti Marte</b></P>
<P>1201 Royal St.</P>
<P>New Orleans, LA 70116</P>
<P>504-525-4767</P>
<P><b>Acme Oyster House</b></P>
<P>724 Iberville Street</P>
<P>New Orleans, LA 70130</P>
<P>504-522-5973</P>
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<p>Had I known my last post was going to be frozen in time for nearly 3 years, I can guarantee it would not have been an ode to cherry juice. I would have called a last minute audible. Possibly delve into my cross country trek to score happy hour oysters in Seattle. Or tell you about that time I went to Portland and left Voodoo Donutless. Or recount the summer of Momofuku Milk Bar red velvet/cream cheese frosting soft serve. But no. Instead I decided to opine about cherry juice. Cherry juice?!?!? Really? Cherry juice?? Damn dude. No disrespect to the burgundy super fruit, but I'm better than that. This is Howfresh EATS cotdamnit, not DRINKS.</p>
<p>The gluttony. The meals. The snacks. The epicurean adventures. And don't forget the <a href="http://www.howfresheats.blogspot.com/search/label/HowfreshEats%20Potato%20Chips">potato chips</a>. Endless amounts of food capable of removing hunger from 3rd world countries. Bites documented from all angles. But none of that was shared. None. I was selfish. I hit the light switch and left the room. The masses had to walk and eat in darkness. I won't even talk about the customized H caps aka the buttahs, or the weekly vinyl nights I never invited you to.</p>
<P><a href="http://www.howfresheats.blogspot.com/search/label/HowfreshEats%20Fitteds">H hat in hand</a>, fresh off the plane from NOLA with funkaaaay MATERIAL for days, please accept my apologies. I come with a truckload of them LED bulbs, lasting longer than those <a href="http://www.nbcnews.com/technology/majority-americans-still-dark-about-incandescent-light-bulb-phase-out-2D11805991">phased out incandescent joints</a>. The HFE marquee will not dim again. </p>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-43285671917298211522011-02-28T23:58:00.004-05:002011-03-02T09:50:21.382-05:00Sip the Juice, Howfresh Got Enough to Go Around Vol. 1... Very Cherre Pure Tart Cherry Juice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IDUT6OlgTLrzqx9t42OHzCZ2iHsYHgZva6wWgOj-dGH_PWQSw114uRF5D13vLwowfkV41JWKSygGZxmODb2PErzndxu7BRc7Dt3D9p0DUKOQEizQIfrY2Fka5nBPLL6iHZZwuPWuPhY/s1600/Cherre+Juice+Closeup.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IDUT6OlgTLrzqx9t42OHzCZ2iHsYHgZva6wWgOj-dGH_PWQSw114uRF5D13vLwowfkV41JWKSygGZxmODb2PErzndxu7BRc7Dt3D9p0DUKOQEizQIfrY2Fka5nBPLL6iHZZwuPWuPhY/s320/Cherre+Juice+Closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578961802853325634" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/teazdy2vvmqy" target=_blank>Eric B. & Rakim- Know the Ledge</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-teazdy2vvmqy&titles=Eric B. & Rakim - Rakim - Know the Ledge.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Howfresh doesn't only eat. He drinks too. He needs to wash down the copious amounts of decadent fare he consumes on a daily basis. Preferably high in antioxidants, delicious, and absolutely no high fructose corn syrup. He is known to walk around supermarkets and grocery stores perusing their beverage sections looking for the finest liquids. <span style="font-style:italic;">Sip the Juice...</span> will become a recurring post featuring these unique nectars. So tap the bottle, and twist the cap!<br /><br />Since February is National Cherry Month, it's only right to spark this with some <a href="http://www.verycherre.com/home"target="_blank">Very Cherre Montmorency Pure Tart Cherry Juice</a>. I got a couple minutes before the clock strikes March. What we have here is pure tart cherry juice, 100% juice from concentrate. It was pricey at $3.50 for an 11 oz. bottle, but I'm a sucker for anything cherry (especially popping them- HOLLA!!) and a cool short, round bottle. Also, the cap said "antioxidant rich", something I'm aspiring to be. <br /><br />The irony with my love for cherries is that I'm allergic to them. A little OAS (<a href="http://allergicliving.com/index.php/2010/07/02/oral-allergy-syndrome-a-life-without-fruit/"target="_blank">oral allergy syndrome</a>) tries to spoil the fun. But I keep telling them, you cannot stop the kid, but only hope to contain him. I have learned that fruit in the natural, raw form only cause a reaction. When cooked, canned, and/or pasteurized, the symptoms (tight, itchy throat) are absent. Happens with peaches and apricots too. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIzRyP6rG0YlY8ClpMpMj433OC50daZyrPAm4T5_91wUIXblzmVj1YIXLaYKQ46qrOL8VwAu5rY2GAF2MwR_gbcaKTslJZcyf-U3d7CXdJ83LHWx0dR38qZhkx7V0NpFgLQMv7k2qJKE/s1600/Cherre+Juice.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIzRyP6rG0YlY8ClpMpMj433OC50daZyrPAm4T5_91wUIXblzmVj1YIXLaYKQ46qrOL8VwAu5rY2GAF2MwR_gbcaKTslJZcyf-U3d7CXdJ83LHWx0dR38qZhkx7V0NpFgLQMv7k2qJKE/s320/Cherre+Juice.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578961797022407522" /></a><br /><br />For the small amount of juice sampled (1 bottle), it was extremely enjoyable. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montmorency_cherry"target="_blank">Montmorency cherries</a> are the most popular sour cherry in the US, found most commonly in cherry pie. When drinking, there's a subtle sweet note followed by a tartness that lingers. This interplay between sweet and sour provides quite the satisfying experience. I find it delicious and a flavor I can't tire of. Very refreshing too. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnZ-JOshwu_5J5Boi_V2P57Xe6pC9nOjYwYaRZ4CuA-QuWWIP05vgJIFstK2W-kdH2NPgmvuAuOnmIh0utdVWvPyL-x0ty5NB61OIsoRghMDDsEasF8LxlB9YfibsnTXG-qF1rXvscn0/s1600/Cherre+Juice+Nutrition.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnZ-JOshwu_5J5Boi_V2P57Xe6pC9nOjYwYaRZ4CuA-QuWWIP05vgJIFstK2W-kdH2NPgmvuAuOnmIh0utdVWvPyL-x0ty5NB61OIsoRghMDDsEasF8LxlB9YfibsnTXG-qF1rXvscn0/s320/Cherre+Juice+Nutrition.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578961792536789666" /></a><br /><br />Cherries are packed with a higher amount of antioxidants than most fruits, up on a level close to blueberries. According to <a href="http://www.verycherre.com/health"target="_blank">Very Cherre</a>, their juice contains an Oxygen Radical Absorbance Capacity (ORAC) greater than any other fruit juice, namely pomegranate and grape. Basically, the more ORAC units one consumes, the better chance they have to fight cancer and heart disease. Cherries also contain a high amount of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melatonin"target="_blank">melatonin</a>, another antioxidant which is a compound used to fight insomnia. Who would have thought that these tiny red orbs are a powerful superfruit. I guess what they're trying to tell you is drink cherry juice if you want to be healthy. <br /><br />Howfresh was not compensated by any cherry growers association for this message. He just loves the cherry. <br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/ja89dpwprdjb" target=_blank>Eric B. & Rakim- Know The Ledge INSTRUMENTAL</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-ja89dpwprdjb&titles=06 Know The Ledge INST.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-51063093598451427052011-02-18T17:55:00.006-05:002011-02-19T13:15:49.446-05:00Do the Uptown Bounce, Do the Uptown Bounce, Do the Up, Do the What, Do the Uptown Bounce... Harlem Food Fest 2011.<iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=2839+Frederick+Douglass+Blvd,+New+York,+NY+10039-2158+(Charles%E2%80%99+Country+Pan+Fried+Chicken)&daddr=2287+1st+Avenue,+New+York,+NY+10035+(Patsy's+Pizzeria)+to:Salimata+Restaurant,+8th+Avenue,+New+York,+NY+to:121+Saint+Nicholas+Avenue,+New+York,+NY+10026-2104+(Make+My+Cake)&hl=en&geocode=FZL4bgId5MaX-yFYnb02_MlJ3Q%3BFS2EbgIdrdeX-yEnUupvQ2TupA%3BFfadbgIdzoeX-yEVdctZr4QUbA%3BFZOdbgIdxJCX-yG2ID2Uozl6Bw&mra=ls&sll=40.810431,-73.945198&sspn=0.092897,0.222988&ie=UTF8&ll=40.81379,-73.94395&spn=0.03358,0.02382&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=embed&saddr=2839+Frederick+Douglass+Blvd,+New+York,+NY+10039-2158+(Charles%E2%80%99+Country+Pan+Fried+Chicken)&daddr=2287+1st+Avenue,+New+York,+NY+10035+(Patsy's+Pizzeria)+to:Salimata+Restaurant,+8th+Avenue,+New+York,+NY+to:121+Saint+Nicholas+Avenue,+New+York,+NY+10026-2104+(Make+My+Cake)&hl=en&geocode=FZL4bgId5MaX-yFYnb02_MlJ3Q%3BFS2EbgIdrdeX-yEnUupvQ2TupA%3BFfadbgIdzoeX-yEVdctZr4QUbA%3BFZOdbgIdxJCX-yG2ID2Uozl6Bw&mra=ls&sll=40.810431,-73.945198&sspn=0.092897,0.222988&ie=UTF8&ll=40.81379,-73.94395&spn=0.03358,0.02382" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"target="_blank">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br />It went down like this...<br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/cf9eexvkwjou" target=_blank>Zhigge- Rakin' in the Dough (Uptown Bounce Beats)</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-cf9eexvkwjou&titles=Zhigge- Rakin' in the Dough (Uptown Bounce Beats).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/uujg2w8w9l1x" target=_blank>Zhigge- Rakin' in the Dough (Uptown Bounce Mix)</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-uujg2w8w9l1x&titles=Zhigge- Rakin' in the Dough (Uptown Bounce Mix).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/jyrxokb2jeo6" target=_blank>Zhigge- Rakin' in the Dough (Headboppers Mix)</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-jyrxokb2jeo6&titles=Zhigge- Rakin' in the Dough (Headboppers Mix).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Situation</span>: Between three and four hours to eat at the eminent eateries within the confines of 110th and 155th Streets according to HowFresh. Not samples or little bites, meals. Quality over quantity fams. We're not baby bulls rushing up the grassy knoll. We're Papa Bull status, enjoying the scenery, pacing ourselves to get right with the esteemed spots. And no fish. Yeah, it pissed me off too. My boy, and commenter extraordinaire Buckemdown, had some time away from life obligations and wanted to delve into the epicurean adventures in Harlem World. He reads the blog, he hears me talking about all the conquered eats and he wanted in. "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=km4zWLaq4OE"target="_blank">A chicken leg gets eaten in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn</a>." As long as it's not from the sea.<br /><br />We had a car so maneuvering was fairly simple, just evading snow dunes and slush puddles. There was some strategy involved. The largest, most satisfying meal should lead off followed by smaller dishes, concluding on a sweet note. It's no surprise <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fried-chicken-they-wing-it-ock.html"target="_blank">Charles' Country Pan Fried Chicken</a> was the inaugural stop for the 2011 Harlem Food Fest. Coat the tummy well for the debauchery that was to follow. Patsy's would be hit and then there was a gray area. Play it by ear. 116th St. is teeming with African spots, some on my hit list, though I worried that fish would pose a dilemma, which it did, but you know how we do, take it back to the drawing board and re-execute. Then take it on home with some sugar, brown sugar. Ya dig!! See how it went down:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKh86UXmKZqQBUhqD6l3Qfb8czhgYcxUSDPmEg6Vux6UijMm22oeP_Ux2kV8eLG-yRqfPPf74jkhflGdX4r5O1kl5iCbiuK4cN-xjAjqjGxiCrbrvd2CIvwxMzYkkjUNNBXYmxDoqNuY/s1600/Charles+exterior.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjKh86UXmKZqQBUhqD6l3Qfb8czhgYcxUSDPmEg6Vux6UijMm22oeP_Ux2kV8eLG-yRqfPPf74jkhflGdX4r5O1kl5iCbiuK4cN-xjAjqjGxiCrbrvd2CIvwxMzYkkjUNNBXYmxDoqNuY/s320/Charles+exterior.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570658212704609282" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I'm on the Northeast Side of Harlem looking for a bust down, make me put my two arms up, touch down!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7u1NzbAORSOuPxLSc9ntLiZPSezrQHB9xas91N6AKmEtD9_3SRgqws8rNAEFz6i9tD2sfEYPKdL0lU51CJ6-ApapXVfbgOdkJZvNpexxzVnMKxWFFZVrrkB9iX_nP6tb7PPku_-4DgSs/s1600/Charles+interior.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7u1NzbAORSOuPxLSc9ntLiZPSezrQHB9xas91N6AKmEtD9_3SRgqws8rNAEFz6i9tD2sfEYPKdL0lU51CJ6-ApapXVfbgOdkJZvNpexxzVnMKxWFFZVrrkB9iX_nP6tb7PPku_-4DgSs/s320/Charles+interior.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570658198867062850" /></a><br /><br />Charles switched things up and moved the steam table so it's front and center. No longer do you serve yourself now that a glass case protects the food from the nasty germs we bring in from the street. All good, takes a little more time, but at least ock ain't coughing on my collards. For the EXTREMELY thorough review/love letter to Charles read <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fried-chicken-they-wing-it-ock.html"target="_blank">HERE</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIMfgOiT6rszB7dWuPPSoh99HwWsAekV573may2kovuOTXwnFKVIz3LBCqhabhJMeGEYFqx6r-Y7Nhnby-fQkKCil1nzf8o1io1lJYgy2xkHvULvvAwmLHhsyA7rEdmkkWL7tPjFqSMU/s1600/Charles+Chix+greens+potato+salad+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIMfgOiT6rszB7dWuPPSoh99HwWsAekV573may2kovuOTXwnFKVIz3LBCqhabhJMeGEYFqx6r-Y7Nhnby-fQkKCil1nzf8o1io1lJYgy2xkHvULvvAwmLHhsyA7rEdmkkWL7tPjFqSMU/s320/Charles+Chix+greens+potato+salad+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570658200189801682" /></a><br /><br />You didn't think we were doing all you can eat?? My stomach's grown, but be easy. Meat and 2 sides ($9.99). Of course the fried chicken, opting for collard greens and potato salad. Bliss. Mac and cheese for tasting. A straight diabetes Arnold Palmer (half iced tea/lemonade) and a block of corned bread. Words can't explain my satisfaction with this meal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8rXJPN5JdfxZxa9vFvU51vJtBw-6_wNx_br6lB15zoO9PYE1RTlM1HOQBTStMhzEt_yd9bRC4XfDnU9g42PBgtZYXZjcLRX_j763fH5dgoNKgZqy_GycMZIIZqWN3CEulENTFv-ZTvA/s1600/Charles+Chix+beans+okra+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8rXJPN5JdfxZxa9vFvU51vJtBw-6_wNx_br6lB15zoO9PYE1RTlM1HOQBTStMhzEt_yd9bRC4XfDnU9g42PBgtZYXZjcLRX_j763fH5dgoNKgZqy_GycMZIIZqWN3CEulENTFv-ZTvA/s320/Charles+Chix+beans+okra+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570658181976701986" /></a><br /><br />Fried chicken sampler (boobie, thigh and leg) on Buck's plate with okra stew and baked beans. Big fan of the okra stew, and the beans were quite impressive. Just really rich, something to be wary of when dealing with all you can eat. Plan accordingly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOxyO3QkqxH6H2ZgTJ3N1F23x7i2plh6tiawvrVw248mCRh3DS86HJXO9jeyPa3ORws6htOnl3DuYUfsg9_ScsqSkMN-YIo6V2sBl9VXIRFojSOG4Mv8Vk0dFChhvgmBGESbaGG8CplI/s1600/Charles+Fried+Chix.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOxyO3QkqxH6H2ZgTJ3N1F23x7i2plh6tiawvrVw248mCRh3DS86HJXO9jeyPa3ORws6htOnl3DuYUfsg9_ScsqSkMN-YIo6V2sBl9VXIRFojSOG4Mv8Vk0dFChhvgmBGESbaGG8CplI/s320/Charles+Fried+Chix.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570658174171842338" /></a><br /><br />Le Pièce de résistance!!<br /><br />Time for DIGESTION and MENTAL PREPARATION. Then hit the road. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsX_xm0ieGN0bt9LorMB_58CFosyolYhSkxCeP6XUp8sDJcRb4f0zjkQK83C02AJcwclWzFYdRZMiF-OkWms7E61_kP9duJfqy7LbHIeCa0swuM4lry7MmqnAmyzbOxRaR8FgJqdPltPI/s1600/Patsy%2527s+storefront+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsX_xm0ieGN0bt9LorMB_58CFosyolYhSkxCeP6XUp8sDJcRb4f0zjkQK83C02AJcwclWzFYdRZMiF-OkWms7E61_kP9duJfqy7LbHIeCa0swuM4lry7MmqnAmyzbOxRaR8FgJqdPltPI/s320/Patsy%2527s+storefront+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570660552063378274" /></a><br /><br />Even though it's Black History Month, we had to pay Italians some love. Blacks and Italians love each other anyway- right? See <span style="font-style:italic;">Do The Right Thing</span>. But pizza cures all differences. Rarely a parking spot to be found on 1st Ave., just double park and run in to place your order. For the record, Rao's was booked and couldn't fit us in. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRO4p9hP7hBsnIb0hGqUoJbivETbU30kx50z3MjiwLDXqFe9S16RhfM60VEIpcBA4_UjkZ7sfOcT7PEpQIZHAluQz7cTGtrh2Z6-ZJwl0FzCMF2xPHc7UJl6WtDii1AGxpA_BzQiPSpP0/s1600/Patsy%2527s+Harlem+slices+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRO4p9hP7hBsnIb0hGqUoJbivETbU30kx50z3MjiwLDXqFe9S16RhfM60VEIpcBA4_UjkZ7sfOcT7PEpQIZHAluQz7cTGtrh2Z6-ZJwl0FzCMF2xPHc7UJl6WtDii1AGxpA_BzQiPSpP0/s320/Patsy%2527s+Harlem+slices+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570660540326656146" /></a><br /><br />I feel Patsy's makes one of the best slices in the city ($1.75). <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/05/uptown-saturday-afternoon-on-my-ps.html"target="_blank">I opined a while back</a>. Very thin, with a great char on the bottom. And those bubbles- I miss the days of hot bubbles on the pie. Blemishes are so attractive. Really though, I haven't had a slice from a local pizzeria with bubbles in ages. A tomato sauce that hints at sweetness but pulls away before it becomes cloying. This particular slice was too soggy, but I blame that on the rain. Must have permeated the oven. The slices are small, maybe 8" including crust, but on a marathon eating day there were no complaints.<br /><br />On the road again.<br /><br />Things then took a turn towards the interesting. Africa Kine, the spacious, 2nd floor Senegal eatery near the corner of 8th Avenue was the destination. Their lunch menu is limited so the possibility of an audible was very likely. At this point no alcohol had been consumed so we figured this was the opportune time to sauce it up. Mind you, Africa Kine has a BYO beer/wine policy so no laws were being broken. <br /><br />Got some bottles, ascended the stairs and found an empty booth by the window. There were several diners but no waitstaff. In the past the servers are always far and few so we sat and cracked the Heiny. Finally a waitress came and we learned that only fish and lamb were available. As mentioned earlier, I had a feeling that fish would rear it's ugly, eyebrowless head. Lamb on the other hand just didn't sound appealing. So we put the open green bottles in a jacket pocket and kept looking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksbyLXpT5vSGKacfuXXEsAa7h0P87lehsJBVRwMvMvX4V71nwKlFAvt6FPk7-YzACLg0MurLe7iLlESmzWn2KDo6D9pp5puLeMXMi-c1B2bm6jVuDl0qPDsNKaQxV3QXbjGqRpL3S2Gw/s1600/Salimata+storefront+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksbyLXpT5vSGKacfuXXEsAa7h0P87lehsJBVRwMvMvX4V71nwKlFAvt6FPk7-YzACLg0MurLe7iLlESmzWn2KDo6D9pp5puLeMXMi-c1B2bm6jVuDl0qPDsNKaQxV3QXbjGqRpL3S2Gw/s320/Salimata+storefront+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570660536612809298" /></a><br /><br />Salimata, around the corner, had been on the hit list, and this was a perfect time to give it a go. 2 storefronts from the Aqsa Mosque, the bare-bones Salimata serves Halal Guinean fare. This posed a minor dilemma with the open bottles and extra brew in the bag. They do not have a BYO policy so we kept the haram liquid tucked away.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnX5O8qmyeqjJdyGAw4sw7_xKDezN5VUmHy-X0oML945vSWdxYXAm26kr4UksSTQOl0ec8L84FgoulQcyaAlIHKbuYLzFyZq98gDwF2Ph_aRI6GqTtvHQnBNq6kRE0-J7wLEGwXh-F6s/s1600/Salimata+Tomato+Goat+stew+2+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnX5O8qmyeqjJdyGAw4sw7_xKDezN5VUmHy-X0oML945vSWdxYXAm26kr4UksSTQOl0ec8L84FgoulQcyaAlIHKbuYLzFyZq98gDwF2Ph_aRI6GqTtvHQnBNq6kRE0-J7wLEGwXh-F6s/s320/Salimata+Tomato+Goat+stew+2+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570660526488375506" /></a><br /><br />The options here were very limited as well but time was short and we weren't in the mood to keep searching. I've learned that many African spots serve a very abridged menu for lunch. And that's being generous- usually a dish or 2. The choices were a fish dish and tomato stew, so that meant tomato stew with goat accompanied by a large plate of rice ($10). The hearty, dark red stew with tender chunks of goat (and bone), carrot and potato had great flavor, but a bit oily, and by this point the Charles' meal was trying to bully the stomach. Buck stopped early, knowing there was more food to go, while my big eyes had me shoveling rice into the mouth. I find it quite difficult to let food go to waste or just sit there. As I begin this gym regimen, that's going to have to change.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5t2fCgecHbTP3dKAv2w2FvY624S01plJV_-sP9g0S_4ANo1JRSFfAoL8GurniDq2mjhpXY8kKJYKG79zUf_fmx53i6YLDWD_XmZJvKWQC7Z4KfF_BRaYS8xPCucVFKIj33NLlPKAplQ/s1600/Make+My+Cake+storefront.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5t2fCgecHbTP3dKAv2w2FvY624S01plJV_-sP9g0S_4ANo1JRSFfAoL8GurniDq2mjhpXY8kKJYKG79zUf_fmx53i6YLDWD_XmZJvKWQC7Z4KfF_BRaYS8xPCucVFKIj33NLlPKAplQ/s320/Make+My+Cake+storefront.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570661417405931218" /></a><br /><br />One full avenue to the east was Make My Cake. Originally there were two dessert spots planned. Make My Cake and <a href="http://www.levainbakery.com/"target="_blank">Levain Bakery</a>, the renowned cookie maker from the Upper West Side. We weren't sure if Levain would be possible since their opening dates kept getting pushed back. Turns out that's still occurring as the ribbon cutting is set for March 1st. Very pleased they were closed, because while my eyes would say yes, my stomach couldn't have handled it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeub9oGfPVP26Del4p_pB6ojGdoGnd01WSPCb6aQ2CSTnL3uxOAgxqghEic53YWvwWebhE06puYrYefHiWRxEis5f8tbx_o7dC3JxTrxhuummkGlZEWVk44VbvhO1CMjkmntzdh6UdYDg/s1600/Make+My+Cake+treats+Feb+2011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeub9oGfPVP26Del4p_pB6ojGdoGnd01WSPCb6aQ2CSTnL3uxOAgxqghEic53YWvwWebhE06puYrYefHiWRxEis5f8tbx_o7dC3JxTrxhuummkGlZEWVk44VbvhO1CMjkmntzdh6UdYDg/s320/Make+My+Cake+treats+Feb+2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570661417838545794" /></a><br /><br />The red velvet with cream cheese frosting at Make My Cake is all you need to know. Moist, decadent, delicious. Unfortunately all the red velvet cupcakes had toasted pecans this day so I went for another favorite, the butter cream, and some cookies for good measure. A perfect way to end a savory journey. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI3UEbsP7UHJJlkxvRHVpmwBLjBungi4nQWfuXzVaNp8eydVBk9tBKvak-A8cAlm_38KKJHQvs6lFxargPGMVinQJ9Qwa0cxi6JSxPYb5hf_4ith_bGonJQ4TY8EY_Y1BN4LJgfMehJQ/s1600/Make+My+Cake+buttercream+cupcake+sliced.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbI3UEbsP7UHJJlkxvRHVpmwBLjBungi4nQWfuXzVaNp8eydVBk9tBKvak-A8cAlm_38KKJHQvs6lFxargPGMVinQJ9Qwa0cxi6JSxPYb5hf_4ith_bGonJQ4TY8EY_Y1BN4LJgfMehJQ/s320/Make+My+Cake+buttercream+cupcake+sliced.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570661408662401026" /></a><br /><br />With the time allotted I think we did a great job. Of course there were other spots, but we weren't trying to feel rushed. Four quality eateries were visited leaving a true impression of the total dining experience (sans Patsy's- though an argument could be made that eating your slices in the car outside is the experience). Best believe if fish was approved, either Famous Fish or A Taste of Seafood would have been included. Where my seafoodies at?!?<br /><br />Eating like this is no joke. Serious, serious business. Got home and passed out. Didn't have a bite of food till Sunday morning. 17 hours with no food is quite the rare occurrence. Already working on the next extravaganza.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Harlem Food Fest 2011 Itinerary:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Charles Country Pan Fried Chicken</span><br />2839-2841 Frederick Douglass Blvd. (8th Ave) between 151st & 152nd Sts.<br />New York, NY 10039<br />212-281-1800<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Patsy's</span><br />2287 1st Ave bet. 117th St & 118th St<br />New York, NY 10035<br />212-534-9783<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Salimata Restaurant</span><br />2132 Frederick Douglass Blvd. just south of 116th St.<br />New York, NY 10026<br />212-280-6980<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Make My Cake</span><br />121 St. Nicholas Ave. on 116th St.<br />New York, NY 10026<br />212-932-0833<br />Website: <a href="http://www.makemycake.com/"target="_blank">www.makemycake.com</a>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-19410026052854200402011-02-15T15:19:00.006-05:002011-02-15T16:28:30.557-05:00Valentine's Day for All the Lovers and Haters. 2011 Edition.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_n4E995m13cOqjlsw1zucMBDdWpbuMTjjS1750pdW3SofgLS6wkNthNqr9Tx8q7o13MFhdPD7IQ62P0cdfhqXRS456Y4fxqZYVYul6sEkW8LMFR4eXrTF5P8_VJW6Et-lFWEmLpiaAlr/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO_n4E995m13cOqjlsw1zucMBDdWpbuMTjjS1750pdW3SofgLS6wkNthNqr9Tx8q7o13MFhdPD7IQ62P0cdfhqXRS456Y4fxqZYVYul6sEkW8LMFR4eXrTF5P8_VJW6Et-lFWEmLpiaAlr/s400/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302911224095791138" /></a><br /><br />Editor's Note:<span style="font-style:italic;"> Eleven additions were made to this edition, along with re-upping every track so the listening experience can live another day. Divshare just doesn't cut it anymore. Sorry boo. (The download links haven't been updated with the new tracks). This took a long time, so I hope somebody appreciates it. Laugh, love, cry, break a computer screen, give a goon hand, whatever. No violence though. You hit a chick, you should have your face broken. And chicks, don't hit your dude. Enjoy.</span><br /><br />Originally published in 2009:<br /><br />Ah, February 14th. The day of love. Or not. I've been known to ship flowers cross country, or over seas, but today I let the roses live another day. In all honesty, if you love your lady you should get her shit all year, not just on this commercially motivated excuse to pamper your girl. But shit, in the grips of an economic chokehold a bouquet of carnations and a handful of Hershey's kisses should do the job. I've been sick as a dog spending the better part of the day compiling lists of tracks that one could play for their sweetheart, or ex-sweetheart. I tried to keep it even and tried to keep it hip-hop. If an R&B track is included it's because it contains a rap cameo or jacked a hip hop beat, or just because I fucking like it. My list, my rules. Before we get into the list I need to spark it with some real crooner shit- the king of soul in my opinion, Mr. Sam Cooke. How could your girl not love you after hearing this. I know mine did. <br /><br />Sam Cooke- Desire Me<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-yhp08f4z1b0e&titles=1-04 Desire Me.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />And here we go with the joints. No particular order. 53 joints in total (3 have been added- they were meant to be on but got lost in the shuffle- The Light by Pharoahe, Mahogany by Eric B & Rakim, and Ex Girl to the Next Girl by Gang Starr)- wow- shit took a while, so hopefully somebody enjoys it. It's personal, so I might be missing some shit you would include in your list. If so, hit the comments section and drop your thoughts. <strike>I'm working on getting one link for the entire compilation.</strike> The links for both the Love and Hate mixes are below- click on link. If you're not familiar with divshare, you can dl the file by clicking on the divshare logo to the right of each song.<br /><a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=0732CDA4"target="_blank"><br />HowfreshEats Loves V-Day 2009</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=KL57KAYA"target="<br />_blank">HowfreshEats Hates V-Day 2009</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Love is in the air:</span><br /><br />Diamond D- This One<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-pv5665mkhcz6&titles=This One.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />A Tribe Called Quest- Electric Relaxation<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-g9fr1ntm9wg0&titles=08 Electric Relaxation.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Sean Price- I Love You (Bitch)<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-y9w27w5gblid&titles=10 I Love You (Bitch).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Eric B & Rakim- What's On Your Mind<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-cv6c80gg7g5d&titles=01 - Eric B. & Rakim - Rakim - What's on Your Mind-.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Ghostface Killah- Camay- baked Macaroni, turkey wings...<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-l3ojhv24rwp4&titles=10 Camay.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Mary J. 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Lil' Wayne- Breakin' My Heart<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-gdzeuk0lp4gw&titles=03 Breakin My Heart feat. Lil' Wayne.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Miguel ft. Raekwon & J. Cole- All I Want is You<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-mjxmkl0u1abn&titles=AllIWantIsYoumix090410.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />King Sun- Undercover Letter<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-pueeim4mk8hk&titles=King Sun - Righteous But Ruthless - 05 - Undercover Lover.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGx-13GHpcXXAtScO8VUZzcxoxwa7mMmYxpEJVPqySn1qzApYAMWi21_JBK2w3xjlB4Rnrpgc5v0JjhTGpnH7ksAYE3lQzx5DegvCqdErpAners04I6j2vP7vwsbK6Jt5cenpwtkXjsga/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdGx-13GHpcXXAtScO8VUZzcxoxwa7mMmYxpEJVPqySn1qzApYAMWi21_JBK2w3xjlB4Rnrpgc5v0JjhTGpnH7ksAYE3lQzx5DegvCqdErpAners04I6j2vP7vwsbK6Jt5cenpwtkXjsga/s400/broken-heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302910557148076882" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">No love, just HATE:</span><br /><br />Eamon- I Don't Want You Back<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-uv3at1acrst6&titles=Eamon- Fuck It, Fuck You Hoe I Don't Want You Back (unedited).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Jim Kahn- Ho<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-git79kl5e1fp&titles=Ho- Jim Kahn.MP3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Ghostface Killah- Wildflower<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-6mqshgmgh28g&titles=02 Wildflower.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Street Smartz- Problemz<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-iqljucuort88&titles=Street Smartz - Problemz.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Ghostface Killah- Never Be The Same Again<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-3lf425jxosa5&titles=04 Never Be The Same Again.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Ghostface Killah- Back Like That- the puppies are staying...<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-4c4kzp3pc4j5&titles=13 Back Like That (Featuring Ne-Yo).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Akinyele & Kool G Rap- Break a Bitch Neck<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-az9z0rhznxqz&titles=Kool G Rap & Akinyele - Break a Bitch.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Cam'ron- Sorry<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-9ot5mv95supi&titles=Cam'ron - Sorry BOSS OF ALL BOSSES 2.5.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />To end this on an upbeat note, the great Teddy P. He adds such enthusiasm to heart ache. It's true though, nothing's more liberating than getting over an achy breaky heart. Fuck bitches get money!!<br /><br />Teddy Pendergrass- I Don't Love You Anymore<br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-5kg7p77q5ulv&titles=Teddy Pendergrass - I Don't Love You Anymore.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-30577407928165472112011-02-08T20:44:00.007-05:002011-02-09T02:05:34.543-05:00Punisher the Real Dope Homie.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSea7I8trV9Wmh77EwTZq2mKyPb7m0iaTOQeZSGO9MC01W3XLkkfiquod3ttkXpGJBUEz9iN5sJXgbSV_4BZ__m6hdq21dtLkwIPKOlaS4T88ddrtelBIyGQHlw62IlBqpa9sqphNWnrc/s1600/Big+Pun+Yeeeah+Baby+Sticker.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSea7I8trV9Wmh77EwTZq2mKyPb7m0iaTOQeZSGO9MC01W3XLkkfiquod3ttkXpGJBUEz9iN5sJXgbSV_4BZ__m6hdq21dtLkwIPKOlaS4T88ddrtelBIyGQHlw62IlBqpa9sqphNWnrc/s320/Big+Pun+Yeeeah+Baby+Sticker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571045602821512050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />The first Latin rapper to baffle your skull...</span><br /><br />11 years ago (plus a day). Damn, time flies. I remember being in the office when I heard Pun passed. I was working in the music industry back then. Yes, I did work at one point in my life. My desk sat across from Don Pooh Records, a subsidiary of the label. One of their artists was Sunkiss, Pun's right hand man. A cool cat, who'd always shoot the shit for a sec before stepping into do whatever they did. Rarely in a somber mood, you knew something was up that day. He broke the news and it was a straight shock. It was obvious that Pun was in extremely poor health, but dude was young and in the prime of his career. I just remember getting on the horn and hitting my circle, who at that time were major hip hop heads. Silence, followed by "Get the fuck outta here", in some form or another was the overwhelming reaction.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshJ4r9QhZXDUNMUNGfXmZq1TNiLXKvb0L09cNMmmnbp8HrW-BuWQ14uP5MzJwzn3smCzf7WivQTE2wqVoTUOTntzk3JvC1Hz9S1z-raFbFNxul1zbItyBzq85Rcnb4LxLYfkn34trYUg/s1600/Big+Pun+Capital+Punishment+Sticker2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshJ4r9QhZXDUNMUNGfXmZq1TNiLXKvb0L09cNMmmnbp8HrW-BuWQ14uP5MzJwzn3smCzf7WivQTE2wqVoTUOTntzk3JvC1Hz9S1z-raFbFNxul1zbItyBzq85Rcnb4LxLYfkn34trYUg/s320/Big+Pun+Capital+Punishment+Sticker2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571045593036920322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It only takes a verse to understand what you're dealing with. Straight nasty. Quotables upon quotables. However you were introduced to Big Dog Punisher, be it "Firewater", "Off the Books", "You Ain't a Killer" or the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QEth87nzoo"target="_blank">Clue freestyle over "Clones"</a>, that rapid fire, crystal clear profound inteligente spit was arresting. Shit made you stop whatever you were doing and just listen. I'm an unapologetic Fat Joe fan and it's understandable to think the 2 might sound similar based on appearance- they did dub themselves <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CA7DvbWy7bs" target="_blank">"Twinz"</a>- but once Pun spewed a lyric, game over. No surprise that... <span style="font-style: italic;">Latins going Platinum was destined to come</span>... <a href="http://riaa.com/goldandplatinumdata.php?resultpage=1&table=SEARCH_RESULTS&action=&title=&artist=Big%20Pun&format=&debutLP=&category=&sex=&releaseDate=&requestNo=&type=&level=&label=&company=&certificationDate=&awardDescription=&catalogNo=&aSex=&rec_id=&charField=&gold=&platinum=&multiPlat=&level2=&certDate=&album=&id=&after=&before=&startMonth=1&endMonth=1&startYear=1958&endYear=2009&sort=CertificationDate&perPage=50" target="_blank">became a reality</a>.<br /><br />"You Ain't a Killer" was the joint that caught me hook, line, and sinker. My favorite joint off of <span style="font-style: italic;">Capital Punishment</span>. It was a promo only 12" and pretty hard to get your hands on. I found a copy at Kim's on W. 4th and was happy as a pig in shit. Young Lord blessed the beat with those sinister pianos and Pun went berserk. You be the judge. <br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/nqn3hj6q91fk" target="_blank">Big Pun- You Ain't A Killer</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" width="290" height="24"><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-nqn3hj6q91fk&titles=Big Pun- You Ain't A Killer.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><blockquote>"Ask anybody if my men are rowdy,<br />Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably,<br />I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related,<br />If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it,<br />I hate the fact that I'm the last edition,<br />Rob me a stash magician,<br />Could of went to college and been a mathematician,<br />Bad decisions kept me out the game,<br />Now I'm strictly out for cream,<br />Doing things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream,<br />My team's the meanest thing you ever seen,<br />Measured by the heaven's Kings, down to the devil's mezzanine"</blockquote></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Fat Joe & Armageddon- Firewater (Big Pun Tribute)- SOBs 7/27/10</span><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QLZFkZPj7bo" allowfullscreen="" width="440" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /><br />This past summer Fat Joe performed at SOBs and ripped it more than you could imagine. Even the staunchest Joey Crack hater would have to cede that Joey did his thing. As you can see, he and Armageddon blessed "Firewater" then let the track ride out with Pun's verse. It was really dope to see Joe rhyming along to the words he he could remember and just being into it, a fan, paying homage to his former Terror Squadian. I can't call whether the <a href="http://smokingsection.uproxx.com/TSS/2009/08/fat-joe-responds-to-liza-rios" target="_blank">Liza Rios slander</a> was hyperbole or not, but you'd be lying if you didn't acknowledge Joe repping for his boy. Don't forget, <span style="font-style: italic;">I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves, a brother from another mother, sent from the above.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/atp484gaqb82" target="_blank">Fat Joe - Firewater (feat. Raekwon, Armageddon & Big Pun)</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" width="290" height="24"><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-atp484gaqb82&titles=Fat Joe - Firewater (feat. Big Pun And Raekwon).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5lRHo5McQpoizLsAUV4LA6jNZuYG7oy1Y5QAxAEvLquN98QDrUy5jbewTwwFHBhhChx8a_d_eY2peKpqoO2hXwIWIeuGp08VrcE3XRHUZ8qMpdBVzQP1GepyWGWsJC1s5ujPMuR9j_g/s1600/Big+Pun+Yankees+Poster.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5lRHo5McQpoizLsAUV4LA6jNZuYG7oy1Y5QAxAEvLquN98QDrUy5jbewTwwFHBhhChx8a_d_eY2peKpqoO2hXwIWIeuGp08VrcE3XRHUZ8qMpdBVzQP1GepyWGWsJC1s5ujPMuR9j_g/s320/Big+Pun+Yankees+Poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571427918264413602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A classic ad Loud did for Capital Punishment. Yankees and the Bronx. Dopeness. Since I'll never have the platinum plaque I got the next best thing, the poster, even with tack holes in the corners. It will be framed one day. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TAXbDOvmczrIox9NaO6EDkRSOgNCbwF3nWvBx_ZPYni0LWT1tRWytBUq9jTb6GkBtf6ulCM5V5zUd9ycCUc_lbSMT2NEMtxc9QSGxhDEls3MffzC8qy4dUcPdYtyXXAJCV43Egogptg/s1600/Lyricist+Lounge+12798+flyer.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TAXbDOvmczrIox9NaO6EDkRSOgNCbwF3nWvBx_ZPYni0LWT1tRWytBUq9jTb6GkBtf6ulCM5V5zUd9ycCUc_lbSMT2NEMtxc9QSGxhDEls3MffzC8qy4dUcPdYtyXXAJCV43Egogptg/s320/Lyricist+Lounge+12798+flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571045607535382834" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Never had a chance to catch Pun live. I don't recall there being many opportunities. His career was so short-lived with poor health playing a major factor in such limited performances. My brother hit the above show at Latin Quarter when on 96th and Broadway. Why I didn't attend, not a clue. Look at that line-up- Fat Joe, Pun, MOP, Black Rob and a young unknown Eminem. Look at him playing tertiary status. Damn. Below is another heavy hitter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwq5OKDFVslYU6-j-y_-viiujx9XmgVa0xypyi9fteCiYRTeEU4HjXNWvVRP_2kzS1YbfHiRB55jKkdzSnJUP__6VxKNNjD6lgjcJhXvWStGGKYov01K2fEKvNwuwsSpZMSOsSgVObuKU/s1600/PR+Parade+Flyer+1999+club+ny.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwq5OKDFVslYU6-j-y_-viiujx9XmgVa0xypyi9fteCiYRTeEU4HjXNWvVRP_2kzS1YbfHiRB55jKkdzSnJUP__6VxKNNjD6lgjcJhXvWStGGKYov01K2fEKvNwuwsSpZMSOsSgVObuKU/s320/PR+Parade+Flyer+1999+club+ny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571046809315474450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/refsm4uqoqgx" target="_blank">Big Pun & Ghostface- Yeah Yeah Yeah (Green Mix)</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" width="290" height="24"><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-refsm4uqoqgx&titles=Big Pun & Ghostface- Yeah Yeah Yeah (Green Mix).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Green Lantern took the a cappella from "My World" off <span style="font-style:italic;">Endangered Species</span> and freaked it. Apropos to use Terror Squad's "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." It's tough listening to Pun late in his career. Compared to his earlier recordings, the breathing, or panting if you will, became more pronounced and his machine gun flow became semi-automatic, if not the speed of a revolver. The toughest part is knowing he died shortly after and his weight was the direct result of that. In an eerie way it's as if he's rhyming from his deathbed. I'm here to celebrate Pun's life and not wallow in the melancholy, but it's impossible to ignore and not make mention of it. He clearly was suffering and it's evident in the music. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMJvHRg5wbBZC7ke7Y38EifRAzXnGTDwf0f4yaX7S92qlI3O_gl7XZ6vx1Sr4DkGjnqCzgaAXPfKgDNMACTCQd4hBpFp4sF13OyUVj9XIM_THqdjllxKDWKGlFkR6MFdKBn6y6im77_A/s1600/Big+Pun+condom2.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMJvHRg5wbBZC7ke7Y38EifRAzXnGTDwf0f4yaX7S92qlI3O_gl7XZ6vx1Sr4DkGjnqCzgaAXPfKgDNMACTCQd4hBpFp4sF13OyUVj9XIM_THqdjllxKDWKGlFkR6MFdKBn6y6im77_A/s320/Big+Pun+condom2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571045596645885042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot!!</span> Holla. When doing so you best to wrap that shit up B. One of the best promo items ever. I wouldn't suggest using this one though. Expired back in January 2001.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwi8UQhFcPeMNUOzPsDRATwfuKIVUDdIlV6fe_JazpM2zUol92WQOeVbdlNfPXMgtKvRg5ao2mj5BMEmIlc-fhvbr1Vv7cneBqS6lms2Tq_vY_DDnfhGVjcFDw6M_qY1wk6MKJmivvA_k/s1600/Big+Pun+DJ+Soul+Tribute+2011.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwi8UQhFcPeMNUOzPsDRATwfuKIVUDdIlV6fe_JazpM2zUol92WQOeVbdlNfPXMgtKvRg5ao2mj5BMEmIlc-fhvbr1Vv7cneBqS6lms2Tq_vY_DDnfhGVjcFDw6M_qY1wk6MKJmivvA_k/s320/Big+Pun+DJ+Soul+Tribute+2011.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571507709800566146" /></a><br /><br />And last but not least, DJ Soul just released an hour plus tribute mix to Pun that I highly recommend you peep. Exclusives, freestyles, hard to find tracks and top notch mixing. Get it <a href="http://djsoulnyc.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-pun-tribute.html"target="_blank">HERE</a>.HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-52605100324524095852011-02-02T21:27:00.016-05:002011-02-03T13:13:42.860-05:00Oh-oh-oh Last Night, I Ate Smelts for the Very First Time, For You...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOMZmbCNa9ieIz8QTGN44tbcf9V8vyYtzTyUJwFi9HWJYzMxjqP_w0zsS9ggyxQ9nnsCEs1Rn683Dbw08hBfXjyHRDQaFBEvbPkzmIosnLheNAaadCCv8TbnAUD2BenyXO3NtSc6Fwyg/s1600/Smelts-+Shishamo.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLOMZmbCNa9ieIz8QTGN44tbcf9V8vyYtzTyUJwFi9HWJYzMxjqP_w0zsS9ggyxQ9nnsCEs1Rn683Dbw08hBfXjyHRDQaFBEvbPkzmIosnLheNAaadCCv8TbnAUD2BenyXO3NtSc6Fwyg/s320/Smelts-+Shishamo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569299309296154562" /></a><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/pjtowwqxdnyn" target=_blank>After 7- Can't Stop</a><br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-r9ydzkgqu3in&titles=After 7-Can_'t Stop.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />I lied, it was Saturday, not last night. The title was too good to tamper with.<br /><br />When I saw the image of 3 tiny fish on the menu I acted. The dish was called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shishamo"target="_blank">Shishamo</a>, but I hadn't a clue. It cost $4.75, an amount I was willing to gamble with. They don't call me High Roller How for nothing. The waitress said they were smelt, a fish I was familiar with but never tried. <br /><br />When they were brought to the table I stared at them, not sure what to do. At 5 inches long and maybe an inch thick there isn't much room to work with. I called the waitress over, finger snaps and all that, and inquired on how to proceed. She said eat the whole thing. Beautiful. I'm not a fussy eater and these posed no fuss. I squeezed ample lemon juice on the trio and then the thoughts took over:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>Were the bones going to be crunchy?<br /><br /> Were these going to be as strong and briny as sardines or anchovies? <br /><br /> And lastly, will the brains be gross?</blockquote> </span><br /><br />It's safe to say that I am a moderatley adventurous eater and will try anything once, but there is always that moment of uncertainty. I'm making it sound like I ate a tarantula or some crazy shit. It's just an ittie-bittie-tittie-committee fish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mijkXDJKcot_avppHtwfwCMMl3BsDvddg57QtMRy4jhl10w1tMSn5cDuogXLUZD1Scjj0CsIbOlcavFu6SAXSQZMRRJ9SuPE5nE5RLhHXrMxoeqIDC88gGm83xDXvc5ApILMz8FuOFE/s1600/Bucket+of+smelts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2mijkXDJKcot_avppHtwfwCMMl3BsDvddg57QtMRy4jhl10w1tMSn5cDuogXLUZD1Scjj0CsIbOlcavFu6SAXSQZMRRJ9SuPE5nE5RLhHXrMxoeqIDC88gGm83xDXvc5ApILMz8FuOFE/s320/Bucket+of+smelts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569305144421521426" /></a><br /><br />And then I bit the head off this little motherfucker. Like the savage that I am. To be honest, it was way more mild than I expected. For starters, there was no crunch of a tiny skull being shattered or eeny meeny eye balls popping. It wasn't as aggressive as the sardine or anchovy. The consistency was kind of mealy, mushy, not much tooth or chew. I took a peek into the body cavity but there wasn't much to report back. The crunchiest part was the tail. 3 was more than enough. Now I was ready to tackle May's Place 50% off sushi. To my pleasure smelts received a <a href="http://www.montereybayaquarium.org/cr/SeafoodWatch/web/sfw_factsheet.aspx?gid=92"target="_blank">Good rating</a> from the Monterrey Bay Seafood Watch. No need to purge. Holla.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SWLkGXMVW8Bsof7rQpJh47P03mun60C5sRmVGSYoPDuZKCQEro0vkL3qVacQPwuhGGED9EWgajKXG_IO9e6JoQZif0fnWhefBPNtky7OUT2o2fd3NcnqEpAbKvfRLT7MYbf_yMf1JIg/s1600/Smelts+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4SWLkGXMVW8Bsof7rQpJh47P03mun60C5sRmVGSYoPDuZKCQEro0vkL3qVacQPwuhGGED9EWgajKXG_IO9e6JoQZif0fnWhefBPNtky7OUT2o2fd3NcnqEpAbKvfRLT7MYbf_yMf1JIg/s320/Smelts+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569305147875886274" /></a><br /><br />Smelts are a <a href="http://nutritiondata.self.com/facts/finfish-and-shellfish-products/4125/2"target="_blank">great source of protein</a>, similar to sardines, but high in cholesterol. With all the fish and shellfish I consume, cholesterol is a definite, and even though I enjoyed these little suckas, there are bigger fish to fry and crab to crack. Not that any fish are attractive, but these are rather ugly. Their eyes are bugging.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The One Who Smelt it Dealt it</span> could have been the title but I gave up potty humor in 2010. <br /><br />Originally I had the Little Shawn track lined up to be the headliner, but after further review, I opted for the original. It deserved top billing just based on the fact that the producer is Howie Tee. I need not say more. Here it is anyway:<br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/r487kaz24cku" target=_blank>Little Shawn- I Made Love (4 da Very 1st Time)</a><br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-r487kaz24cku&titles=Little Shawn- I Made Love (4 da Very 1st Time).mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-50499845234868544312011-01-19T21:44:00.009-05:002011-01-20T02:02:35.249-05:00HowfreshEats Stacks (Potato) Chips Like Hebrews Vol. 9- Top Potato Edition.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tAufMh6roEiH6Bkz8IETMpELJWOH8IRsx2yFyLdLelSjLvEqW6qEpiA37HKn_GriUDRZMALuVcbXkU7eVy7lFNCeqIOaQo7OmOMzSnHZGg9eOm_VS3fjyrgmq_mVt8BLsoBGFyRTiYE/s1600/Stack+Chips+Vol+9+Group+Shot.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tAufMh6roEiH6Bkz8IETMpELJWOH8IRsx2yFyLdLelSjLvEqW6qEpiA37HKn_GriUDRZMALuVcbXkU7eVy7lFNCeqIOaQo7OmOMzSnHZGg9eOm_VS3fjyrgmq_mVt8BLsoBGFyRTiYE/s320/Stack+Chips+Vol+9+Group+Shot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418564065191858" /></a><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/ehhimacrncs2"target="_blank">DJ Chuck Chillout & Kool <span style="font-weight:bold;">CHIP</span> - Gimme Minze</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=290><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-vhjt05o3nvoe&titles=Gimme Minze.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Ooooooh. Let the track knock. "Yo Chip, go bust a line or 2..."<br /><br />It's been a while since I last opined about the potato. A lot has changed. If you recall, the OG Lay's Kettle Cooked <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/10/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_blank">was my numero uno</a>. It's been a year plus and feelings change. Those commitment issues keep rearing their ugly head. Had to kick that bird to the curb. No wifey trifey activity, just complacency. <a href="http://www.unkut.com/2010/05/skit-of-the-year/"target="_blank">Like Killa says, you got that old head</a>. There's new head out there. Her name is CC. Fresh off the Hyannis sand, rocking a Polo cable knit sweater over the oxford (all in pastel hues), J Crew khaki skirt, and some Tory Burch sandals. Who would have thought. Met her at a wedding. She liked my swag, thought I was Puerto Rican at first. Killed it with the white leather loafers. All she kept saying was "call me Papas Sexy." I lied, told her I was. Pulled the Dru Ha- <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_Nsj3W56Dw"target="_blank">"I always get the potato cause I tell them that I'm Spanish."</a> Ultimately I fessed up. We're still rocking.<br /><br />7 bags this time. 3 aren't kettle cooked. It disgusts me too. 2 of those 3 are classics as I'm sure many of you would agree. Trying to lock down some <a href="http://www.northforkchips.com/index.html"target="_blank">North Fork Chips</a> for the blockbuster volume 10.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVFaC84PzxHTpro0vs-wsWVT9APEeor5rItaR0hC2dBhHzEv33gPFrGWWxE5M9IFuzOqhavxS2gytrII6h-Ljer48uRIP60diNVOzXLRJERcs7dO_elTDyK2MLOse_eNQW8hMdmm7WP0/s1600/Stack+Chips+vol+9+CANCELED.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVFaC84PzxHTpro0vs-wsWVT9APEeor5rItaR0hC2dBhHzEv33gPFrGWWxE5M9IFuzOqhavxS2gytrII6h-Ljer48uRIP60diNVOzXLRJERcs7dO_elTDyK2MLOse_eNQW8hMdmm7WP0/s320/Stack+Chips+vol+9+CANCELED.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564081703985324418" /></a><br /><br />Now this saddens me greatly. What you see above was intended to be volume 9. Unfortunately, for matters I prefer not to discuss, I wasn't able to execute. Route 11 chips? Who even heard of those? Peep the Utz Mystic with the double masted schooner in the background. WHAT?!? Down the drain. I could have lied. Posted on false pretense, but that's not how the H doooos. The truth is eating a bowl's worth of stale spuds didn't sound too appealing. More than that, I wouldn't have been able to fairly assess the intended chip experience. Never again.<br /><br />For this post I included all pertinent info on top- size of bag, price and sodium. New to this? Peep the previous 8 "Stacks (Potato) Chips..." installments here: <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/06/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_blank">Vol. 1</a>, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/08/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_blank">Vol. 2</a>, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/10/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_blank">Vol. 3</a>, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/02/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like_16.html"target="_blank">Vol. 4</a>, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/04/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_Blank">Vol. 5</a>, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/07/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_Blank">Vol. 6</a>, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/10/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_blank">Vol. 7</a> and <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2010/02/howfresheats-stacks-potato-chips-like.html"target="_blank">Vol. 8</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cape Cod Kettle Cooked Original</span><br />9oz./ $3.49./ 5% sodium. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bNcJjW3GIFDYylyDyMXugVndIa8uo3te5Joy4me9FEmQYwWOskCTf1mh7LVsImvuHBJhqTWvllLd3grBeoGhYjDdX8WaiwSnyHZ6q8QZXMkdPBJA43rQEGSiKJ0ljIeIZWEToABOxp4/s1600/Cape+Cod+Original+Kettle+Bag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4bNcJjW3GIFDYylyDyMXugVndIa8uo3te5Joy4me9FEmQYwWOskCTf1mh7LVsImvuHBJhqTWvllLd3grBeoGhYjDdX8WaiwSnyHZ6q8QZXMkdPBJA43rQEGSiKJ0ljIeIZWEToABOxp4/s320/Cape+Cod+Original+Kettle+Bag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418560645001954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw9vcmbTnUdQVEBwzqkqVc-X066kcPG_xKKKA7McsgOoPe8-0eMG911slzyeGUkfzbVvcpX7yv2LtN-IT5vuAtFRSo-BD-gEiSYb5rdu4QJREE0_2UG-1Ah5Tgh3pO_FoN65I_BYnOzI/s1600/Cape+Cod+Original+Kettle+Chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcw9vcmbTnUdQVEBwzqkqVc-X066kcPG_xKKKA7McsgOoPe8-0eMG911slzyeGUkfzbVvcpX7yv2LtN-IT5vuAtFRSo-BD-gEiSYb5rdu4QJREE0_2UG-1Ah5Tgh3pO_FoN65I_BYnOzI/s320/Cape+Cod+Original+Kettle+Chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418551517510610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI666M6s2638TcntnkHG_Ma-yWp5Hia1ZhY5JKdIBdC4zn8xj5eVJYx9ZyBkg0KSae52USoL7WGnHtsdM5d5LgIqPgbYLQNlMeCzRRxaBLATGdRjrfB7MKbEOvKauhS3AtIZdPl1Tn2GE/s1600/Cape+Cod+Original+Kettle+ingredients.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI666M6s2638TcntnkHG_Ma-yWp5Hia1ZhY5JKdIBdC4zn8xj5eVJYx9ZyBkg0KSae52USoL7WGnHtsdM5d5LgIqPgbYLQNlMeCzRRxaBLATGdRjrfB7MKbEOvKauhS3AtIZdPl1Tn2GE/s320/Cape+Cod+Original+Kettle+ingredients.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418549595699298" /></a><br /><br />What more is there to say? I believe it was all said up top. My main squeeze. Peep the packaging. A lighthouse. I love lighthouses. <a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/works_of_art/collection_database/modern_art/the_lighthouse_at_two_lights_edward_hopper/objectview.aspx?collID=21&OID=210009492"target="_blank">Edward Hopper steez</a>. I'm a sucker for anything nautical. A necessity in the chip crate. All mid-sized chips with a great crunch. A bit lighter than Lay's kettle cooked, we going svelte in the uno uno. Pale yellow. The perfect mix of salt and sweetness of the potato. Mild flavors that keep you coming back for more. Addictive. Can dead a bag in one sitting. These really are phenomenal.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Archer Farms Traditional Kettle Cooked</span><br />8 oz./ 2 for $5 (only available at Target)/ 7% sodium.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vJ1kH4sNWEGgTgCOwTlAKLjA3-X3llaC2QsGmhOcP_yDJSPafyTRLpLrP26Hjv0V8MD07MEOp5p4QaTnkcPAq5WPugNsHc2_wYe7oy5xZQxLn0Xzd3SQQNmnq0_uVpWrU7Cg2M5Omqk/s1600/Archer+Farms+Traditional+Bag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2vJ1kH4sNWEGgTgCOwTlAKLjA3-X3llaC2QsGmhOcP_yDJSPafyTRLpLrP26Hjv0V8MD07MEOp5p4QaTnkcPAq5WPugNsHc2_wYe7oy5xZQxLn0Xzd3SQQNmnq0_uVpWrU7Cg2M5Omqk/s320/Archer+Farms+Traditional+Bag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563418543990953634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RzUWY2EYEKmurfxEUsobeYmTy-HDkm38puJj-F97SuRZmE5sYrv0VZUDxofFNXoFJpznDcrc4zfmnUJ84Vr8eYz9JGrZ_d8pynDKuc35BLfH2xnoZfmJmYrLz7sLW3ZSFHmx00rvE5M/s1600/Archer+Farms+Traditional+Chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8RzUWY2EYEKmurfxEUsobeYmTy-HDkm38puJj-F97SuRZmE5sYrv0VZUDxofFNXoFJpznDcrc4zfmnUJ84Vr8eYz9JGrZ_d8pynDKuc35BLfH2xnoZfmJmYrLz7sLW3ZSFHmx00rvE5M/s320/Archer+Farms+Traditional+Chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563419490840420114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUeoV2ZTnE6H2F2JcVWtJ15d56Plpc7lFhifvKJtvtbTZzUZaaetF0pOLWKz-uDyJUornmroYh3f2qvk3p5KdjTs5HJ3899UoHsRpPQzRuxX1W1QqdzrornSrW_VLEinmbQfxb6m51eY/s1600/Archer+Farms+Traditional+Ingredients.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUeoV2ZTnE6H2F2JcVWtJ15d56Plpc7lFhifvKJtvtbTZzUZaaetF0pOLWKz-uDyJUornmroYh3f2qvk3p5KdjTs5HJ3899UoHsRpPQzRuxX1W1QqdzrornSrW_VLEinmbQfxb6m51eY/s320/Archer+Farms+Traditional+Ingredients.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563419484563887938" /></a><br /><br />A good chip with a strong crunch. Turned off by the excessive amount of folded chips. Let the potatoes stretch before you bag them. Not too salty and has a bland finish. Flavors just fall off, so you keep popping them in your mouth to feel the high. Colors vary with some chips having dark streaks but primarily golden yellow.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Deep River Snacks Rosemary & Olive Oil Kettle Cooked</span><br />5 oz./ $2.29/ 7% sodium.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBOaRRh5IfsC5iCOMRJ9bIBUCCBoolFyrC7f2V_g1RTWNQ7zSheKcgN-ZTshOKOK9fHHq02vBYv6JHWpFkekoVZdPL5VHyNsL1MV2iHDsJ2hoAQiUv4mbZqEWScBknAQsAsZftK3WX8o/s1600/Deep+River+Rosemary+Olive+oil+Bag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBOaRRh5IfsC5iCOMRJ9bIBUCCBoolFyrC7f2V_g1RTWNQ7zSheKcgN-ZTshOKOK9fHHq02vBYv6JHWpFkekoVZdPL5VHyNsL1MV2iHDsJ2hoAQiUv4mbZqEWScBknAQsAsZftK3WX8o/s320/Deep+River+Rosemary+Olive+oil+Bag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563421153658586242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYupWNhTf3YJ7kWAQQTSizSsDTWtIVdUOV47L2rmgWGbXO9p-9iQLsCCcSRN5kWC76_xz3y-54obAjf0co6CB4JzQH2wFRjCoacsVd65P1z1mYN31fJQ1TsaQIZ1LwPgb2Pb7eukM-d-M/s1600/Deep+River+Rosemary+Olive+oil+Chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYupWNhTf3YJ7kWAQQTSizSsDTWtIVdUOV47L2rmgWGbXO9p-9iQLsCCcSRN5kWC76_xz3y-54obAjf0co6CB4JzQH2wFRjCoacsVd65P1z1mYN31fJQ1TsaQIZ1LwPgb2Pb7eukM-d-M/s320/Deep+River+Rosemary+Olive+oil+Chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563421153084485746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCpr13g9FKZW779kWWZmm_E9_miODLanC6xDXr7N21DYxKDkoHk7NrOqHRlbIR44eFd_kPDsITQPNVu-MicQ6N1EuuxYM9peguftVsNf4s6dWSjTxLeojfB1EIsDHoLq_S72I22rQSpQ/s1600/Deep+River+Rosemary+Olive+oil+Ingredients.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXCpr13g9FKZW779kWWZmm_E9_miODLanC6xDXr7N21DYxKDkoHk7NrOqHRlbIR44eFd_kPDsITQPNVu-MicQ6N1EuuxYM9peguftVsNf4s6dWSjTxLeojfB1EIsDHoLq_S72I22rQSpQ/s320/Deep+River+Rosemary+Olive+oil+Ingredients.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563421144705585362" /></a><br /><br />Where's the romaine lettuce because these are croutons. Heavy crunch similar to them too. Shouldn't be surprised based on the flavor. Strong garlic finish. I forget why I copped. Probably just to pad the numbers. Deep River makes a quality thick, crunchy chip. Herbs are visible. Another victim of too many folded chips. Golden hued. Too many ingredients for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Archer Farms Macaroni & Cheese Thick Cut Crinkle</span><br />8 oz./ 2 for $5 (only available at Target)/ 10% sodium.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuYxs51J9XHmw7ywQ9RqA01oUyjJ3sVgOqGsre9XCulJj7ubvkMGKlVFEVegPR4BQPp0a2vHWdj2jU0tUcruB-TnWjTdQKMUUr4H9sivFaZKXXaW7nUOsUF504bUArw6cKqh19F1VoAg/s1600/Archer+Farms+mac+n+cheese+Bag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnuYxs51J9XHmw7ywQ9RqA01oUyjJ3sVgOqGsre9XCulJj7ubvkMGKlVFEVegPR4BQPp0a2vHWdj2jU0tUcruB-TnWjTdQKMUUr4H9sivFaZKXXaW7nUOsUF504bUArw6cKqh19F1VoAg/s320/Archer+Farms+mac+n+cheese+Bag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563421141475242610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvbdXJ_Bmt-7PIiDRu94LB5li4-QI_GP17gFMQWh3bRW_rrZReLaMrwBQ_hS81EE0A4eVpH98Jzi-kV0wSewWZ8pL4jOR__1aXJXsoTwddG3G0shBeyWmAtz0zx9P8-QfOSPZxDDUYsg/s1600/Archer+Farms+mac+n+cheese+chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvbdXJ_Bmt-7PIiDRu94LB5li4-QI_GP17gFMQWh3bRW_rrZReLaMrwBQ_hS81EE0A4eVpH98Jzi-kV0wSewWZ8pL4jOR__1aXJXsoTwddG3G0shBeyWmAtz0zx9P8-QfOSPZxDDUYsg/s320/Archer+Farms+mac+n+cheese+chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563421138626804914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXX3NkmrLvEzdqsN2wWLvS490Im7aBNjP_oxtKrJpAHwaS-q8cw_BOw9Zm5h7WYQgt5lHQh6nhRFlOE4WR_4SSwTpUd3GU31Xpj5owQ09AtSxRbBXH3O-5eEyK2Vv-gEqT_1RVLzwU_ww/s1600/Archer+Farms+mac+n+cheese+ingredients.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXX3NkmrLvEzdqsN2wWLvS490Im7aBNjP_oxtKrJpAHwaS-q8cw_BOw9Zm5h7WYQgt5lHQh6nhRFlOE4WR_4SSwTpUd3GU31Xpj5owQ09AtSxRbBXH3O-5eEyK2Vv-gEqT_1RVLzwU_ww/s320/Archer+Farms+mac+n+cheese+ingredients.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422129461897634" /></a><br /><br />Was fiending for some macaroni and cheese when I saw these. Amazing how that works. Not a kettle cooked chip. Thick crinkle cut, a style I'm not a fan of. One handful and you've had enough. Rich. Wouldn't get again. OD on ingredients. Orangish yellow.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Original Lantchips Scandinavian Style Chip</span><br />Free with plate of Swedish Meatballs at Ikea.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnClbiU3x3LbKu6SMQ1Yx7gCHlWJAb1AEXgdqcFhg6uHdpbGLCCRyzamS306TWlTXpOgy3O_3I_N6IwhEP5yfn0WVmWFGoFF-zsup_tG3YxARYi-KLdQha81S9hyphenhyphentGUXzHSLwo09RGKSY/s1600/Original+Lantchips+Bag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnClbiU3x3LbKu6SMQ1Yx7gCHlWJAb1AEXgdqcFhg6uHdpbGLCCRyzamS306TWlTXpOgy3O_3I_N6IwhEP5yfn0WVmWFGoFF-zsup_tG3YxARYi-KLdQha81S9hyphenhyphentGUXzHSLwo09RGKSY/s320/Original+Lantchips+Bag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564075661574296898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTV2c7hnupOW51EZQkSyjrm9S_zCEYSxtKtGVPv8qC4LNByEJSqne9Lqn0badk57IDi2lCuEMiQhbv5Et0Q5IAhkALQe8OBNNKJ01yDLUqzCbG0tDTWUlqq0AzwwKNTHXMuHA8_JEp0tM/s1600/Original+Lantchips+Chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTV2c7hnupOW51EZQkSyjrm9S_zCEYSxtKtGVPv8qC4LNByEJSqne9Lqn0badk57IDi2lCuEMiQhbv5Et0Q5IAhkALQe8OBNNKJ01yDLUqzCbG0tDTWUlqq0AzwwKNTHXMuHA8_JEp0tM/s320/Original+Lantchips+Chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563422118431266514" /></a><br /><br />Apparently I kept these around too long because when I opened the bag these tasted like shit. I blame myself for not respecting the laws of perishability. These get a mulligan. Next time I'm looking for Billy shelves I'll make sure to cop some chips and lingonberry soda. Nice color. Golden with brown ends.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lay's Classic Chip</span><br />11 oz./ $3.99/ 7% sodium.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggev9b7ELmnRgmzBoBx2g3p3ryc_i2FCsFwd0ei8H-iyn5Ofy7BNvTeWyJ_V1I1zA0EdGGKMUR3N26phP5UG22mbx5o5FO9NAxVrDU4PbIjuid7aiAYGfwpHf6FyktbwojccbdaBERMZs/s1600/Lays+Classic+Chip+Bag.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggev9b7ELmnRgmzBoBx2g3p3ryc_i2FCsFwd0ei8H-iyn5Ofy7BNvTeWyJ_V1I1zA0EdGGKMUR3N26phP5UG22mbx5o5FO9NAxVrDU4PbIjuid7aiAYGfwpHf6FyktbwojccbdaBERMZs/s320/Lays+Classic+Chip+Bag.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563419476140621682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4Rg5jlvs4ZVCatExODkyIj9OENaCIjKg6bTT32bVyPEuroRnsMbtGQcmnJ5ilETm3tAucyi4348YLYyUnNKxo9cLDGKvqK9aLmk-haelhKmfm_qSQVb0gxFowC-0QZvVPaXkpisKBpM/s1600/Lays+Classic+Chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4Rg5jlvs4ZVCatExODkyIj9OENaCIjKg6bTT32bVyPEuroRnsMbtGQcmnJ5ilETm3tAucyi4348YLYyUnNKxo9cLDGKvqK9aLmk-haelhKmfm_qSQVb0gxFowC-0QZvVPaXkpisKBpM/s320/Lays+Classic+Chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563419469557870210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZSsEPOIEfyP0xOOrgCg68ztLMpoSE7H52Xlpv7RCn3QtqH7ZiTE6yIavmUlqUJCnm4HYWlABCn2X6ptlx7Y61Njay_v2yvctxK-XSMorgk3EIK81cQTYgrcz8BTi9K10Gn9zKggpwdY/s1600/Lays+Classic+Chip+Ingredients.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZSsEPOIEfyP0xOOrgCg68ztLMpoSE7H52Xlpv7RCn3QtqH7ZiTE6yIavmUlqUJCnm4HYWlABCn2X6ptlx7Y61Njay_v2yvctxK-XSMorgk3EIK81cQTYgrcz8BTi9K10Gn9zKggpwdY/s320/Lays+Classic+Chip+Ingredients.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563419468479574002" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Yo How- you ain't breaking new ground with these!"</span> I know. I know. I know. But sometimes you got to stray from the plan of action. I pride myself on kettle style exclusivity but these chips are damn good. My favorite non-kettler. The bag helps too. Yellow is attractive and appealing. <a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/resources/marketing/manners/070405.html"target="_blank">Market studies say so</a>. The bag is big and easy to dip into. The chip count decreases with the quickness. Being a picnic chip, if I was in the Cloisters with a group of people on a sunny day eating a sandwich purchased from the Doowop Deli on 207th St., I would have these by my side. Large enough to split amongst a group, small, salty and a nice crunch. A bit too greasy though. Paler side of yellow.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Lay's Lightly Salted Chip</span><br />10.5 oz./ $3.99/ 4% sodium.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0U8HUH16YI3g0VQ687rlTXPrt7nyLQTUW-TGhJz8vyJgoAL5PV4ONdRt61m2Nh_btfOvNHnQRWqaQjsWOJjAPbQ056HkuKvGBrXcZ3t1HLZ4FqfEJCBEzGgl83_EnQ274DRKeH9lM8U/s1600/Lays+Lighlty+Salted+Bag+%25281%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0U8HUH16YI3g0VQ687rlTXPrt7nyLQTUW-TGhJz8vyJgoAL5PV4ONdRt61m2Nh_btfOvNHnQRWqaQjsWOJjAPbQ056HkuKvGBrXcZ3t1HLZ4FqfEJCBEzGgl83_EnQ274DRKeH9lM8U/s320/Lays+Lighlty+Salted+Bag+%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563754552115385570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKWWh_g1foHC8dsU-HZZS_8ZWgk8w-Ob2a9vBF1fnNNm7pcvYTV1B0wFjJE9Jky9RNnq8f1lMXBEQ6yGh-VKAc7aUDBWaJFw1ltaaTbU59zJxghYolBxNaA-WeXDwGY6tj05PDDxnosg/s1600/Lays+Lighlty+Salted+Chip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKWWh_g1foHC8dsU-HZZS_8ZWgk8w-Ob2a9vBF1fnNNm7pcvYTV1B0wFjJE9Jky9RNnq8f1lMXBEQ6yGh-VKAc7aUDBWaJFw1ltaaTbU59zJxghYolBxNaA-WeXDwGY6tj05PDDxnosg/s320/Lays+Lighlty+Salted+Chip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563754546726926386" /></a><br /><br />Same as above, just more sensitive to the needs of the high blood pressure posse. Fairly addictive. Late addition, not part of group photo.HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-48370152052279577722011-01-14T16:38:00.003-05:002011-01-14T16:47:29.269-05:00Ayo I'm Hungry, Gotta Get My Grub on At Totto...- Totto Ramen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPFaelkesn42My3E_ock082OGvKMiS0IaW7qouwMBAv4DQfcOr4x1U_OhktouaEjMKcTlKLSHJ2AVOiT98zSkiezTyJnBnlkungg-_siuTFKbmjQqAK7A6KPyEUqxDuZbCgxfTJ5kyAE/s1600/Totto+Chicken+Paitan+Ramen.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPFaelkesn42My3E_ock082OGvKMiS0IaW7qouwMBAv4DQfcOr4x1U_OhktouaEjMKcTlKLSHJ2AVOiT98zSkiezTyJnBnlkungg-_siuTFKbmjQqAK7A6KPyEUqxDuZbCgxfTJ5kyAE/s320/Totto+Chicken+Paitan+Ramen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561170694838074930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://hulkshare.com/3pc0m2153r16" target="_blank">The Beatnuts- Watch Out Now</a><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" width="290" height="24"><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-3pc0m2153r16&titles=The Beatnuts- Watch Out Now.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Cue the flutes please. Good looks <a href="http://www.rodostube.gr/video/c1118a6f656ec1c/Herbie-Mann--Hi-Jack" target="_blank">Herbie</a>.<br /><br />If you live north of 42nd St. and enjoy a tasty, hearty bowl of ramen then it is time to party. <span style="font-style: italic;">The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!! We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn, Burn motherfucker! Burn! HOLD UP! WAIT A MINUTE! What's your Zodiac sign?!?! Capri...</span> <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/01/13/new-zodiac-sign-dates-oph_n_808567.html" target="_blank">Wait, that's wrong</a>.<br /><br />Finally we have a pioneer willing to brave the rugged terrain north of 14th Street and sling the Japanese half soup/half amazing. Shit is crazy up there. Super tall buildings, men in suits, and tourists, those pesky tourists. His name is Ryuichi “Bobby” Munekata, sole controller of a mini empire of Japanese establishments in the midtown region specializing in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakitori" target="_blank">yakitori</a>. It was Mr. Munekata who was responsible for the <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/13/dining/reviews/13UNDE.html" target="_blank">chicken sashimi</a> craze several years back. It didn't go over too well with the locals.<br /><br />2 trips in and I'm about to say some crazy shit. You ready? Totto Ramen is the best ramen in New York City. There, I said it. <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/10/japanese-on-9th-st-from-gross-to.html" target="_blank">Ippudo</a> was being fed grapes on the throne while getting a manicure, unbeknownst to this uptown newcomer. This is said with great aplomb, having done the proper research. Ippudo, <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-vroom-vroom-start-it-up-momofuku.html" target="_blank">Momofuku Noodle Bar</a>, Minca, Rai Rai Ken, Setagaya and others were visited, enduring football field lengths of noodles and gallons of broth. I'm not alone in this belief either. The resident ramen expert here at Howfresheats, Ramen Noodle Nico, fresh off a trip to Japan, warned me that Totto was next level before I even stepped foot in the sunken dining room on 52nd St. And I trsut him. Why? He's Asian, super Asian in fact. Filipino by way of Hong Kong, whose fam resides in Singapore, and his boss is Chinese. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxB2dD8J4LeVwhyphenhyphenDhl9FBUdJL5lAGiowvV3MUOQKLLdNIQyPF3wa4h97P_zyvWJVvhqpXKyF_FmAGhyphenhyphenOhy6U2DwqDRjU469kMXcFbQv7oqrnM7ZdwvbhKNf-05WV70_80jtwgPQCut4jE/s1600/Totto+Chicken+Paitan+Ramen+noodles.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxB2dD8J4LeVwhyphenhyphenDhl9FBUdJL5lAGiowvV3MUOQKLLdNIQyPF3wa4h97P_zyvWJVvhqpXKyF_FmAGhyphenhyphenOhy6U2DwqDRjU469kMXcFbQv7oqrnM7ZdwvbhKNf-05WV70_80jtwgPQCut4jE/s320/Totto+Chicken+Paitan+Ramen+noodles.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561170701857753090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Unlike the majority of ramen spots in NYC, Totto employs a chicken-based broth, straying from the typical pork bone tonkotsu version. This in itself creates a completely different dynamic. I was raised on chicken fat, good old schmaltz. Not the case with pork, which at times can be pungent and overbearing. Kosher ramen? Not exactly. The Totto Chicken Paitan Ramen ($9.25) broth gleams, silky yet rich, layered with flavor. Salty with strong hints of garlic that won't allow you to put down the spoon. It's really that good. Wavy, al dente noodles with a likeness to spaghetti, bathe in the broth alongside pork served 2 ways: sliced with a char from a blowtorch and shredded. Scallions sliced the long way and a sheet of nori are the final components of the dish. Delicious.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tsx31tJUUbwxXZqhIAuYbox91UvyL6vICh-t89QOl-mxsBIWbrOAw4JZFc-v4LhXey6_8Z_ZuFr3wsLgcVfEV85bdULPgUwO2FIAGtVOUZianH5a99pNaBG7GkkxmEKdkXgQkS9o-sM/s1600/Totto+Spicy+Ramen.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tsx31tJUUbwxXZqhIAuYbox91UvyL6vICh-t89QOl-mxsBIWbrOAw4JZFc-v4LhXey6_8Z_ZuFr3wsLgcVfEV85bdULPgUwO2FIAGtVOUZianH5a99pNaBG7GkkxmEKdkXgQkS9o-sM/s320/Totto+Spicy+Ramen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561390134509376386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />If you want a little kick (I refuse to make a karate reference) go with the Totto Spicy Ramen ($10.25). Rayu (spicy chili oil) and a spicy sesame oil are added to the original to turn up the heat. Very bearable. Has 2 chili peppers on the menu as opposed to the Extreme Spicy Ramen which brags 9 peppers. Nothing about that sounds remotely enjoyable. <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-fucking-spice-rhong-tiam-in-west.html" target="_blank">NOTHING</a>. For texture, toasted garlic slivers and bean sprouts are added.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuab7GYrwC5w-J7otfMq4jM6Q2Sz8NJlkaRON3Fa0iTQsffwPsaThqOM_YS1ihy5FU3imLyPk2atL8r8F1eHsTe-SeijfISc4yEEi7_kWu5aZvgABXbU_IrQBlRKoF-ZqNSnYUO-NjwI/s1600/Totto+Tuna+Avocado+Appetizer.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPuab7GYrwC5w-J7otfMq4jM6Q2Sz8NJlkaRON3Fa0iTQsffwPsaThqOM_YS1ihy5FU3imLyPk2atL8r8F1eHsTe-SeijfISc4yEEi7_kWu5aZvgABXbU_IrQBlRKoF-ZqNSnYUO-NjwI/s320/Totto+Tuna+Avocado+Appetizer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561170703661564594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This dish still boggles my mentals. $4.50 for 3 large slices of lightly seared ahi tuna sitting atop several slivers of marinated avocado. Did I really just type $4.50? Yes I did. This is a special taped to the bar and the walls. Toasted garlic tops it for a little crunch and a pureed garlic sauce is on the side. The soy marinated avocado provides a tang that pairs so well with the fresh, clean tuna. I'm almost more tempted to go back for this than the ramen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipE1x8ROA0TRP0gOlJnHUpVZGJs-cPIOVgz-TGoLaCcc8eHiRxcfM-6HEIb0Ew4ilete2GSCy5eXc40DFzHlyJpBvUXb8-q4Mb7mDSzMxiqGINwKvKB0yD0BDVrVC2dJcJDBnQ-Yvn9cc/s1600/Totto+Ramen+bar.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipE1x8ROA0TRP0gOlJnHUpVZGJs-cPIOVgz-TGoLaCcc8eHiRxcfM-6HEIb0Ew4ilete2GSCy5eXc40DFzHlyJpBvUXb8-q4Mb7mDSzMxiqGINwKvKB0yD0BDVrVC2dJcJDBnQ-Yvn9cc/s320/Totto+Ramen+bar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561170713760946770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The spot is small. And be prepared to wait. My first time was an aberration. X-mas eve b-day dinner on the dolo and the place was empty. <span style="font-style:italic;">I know, I know. Who lets the birthday boy eat alone? </span> There are approximately 10 stools at the bar though I prefer calling them front row seats. You get to see the ramen wizards at work. Tables are in the back- two 4 seaters and a 2 seater. The wait can be tough. Put your name on the hanging clipboard by the door and pray. The last trip was close to an hour wait. Miserable. The seasonal plastic waiting area helps keep out the cold but a chill still permeates. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh17cNcoS5I9mOdPiDf2L55tHOc1hUengECnSgg2jOhRtK98zKrOiP_sbbYBMsRRMEmCL-AivkxSeBzPK2oN_j-J7ajTdk2bkQrCWs8MjFIpPiWKJT6rw4lgwDmIQEv5Zu1pw5SvuMcJUk/s1600/Totto+Ramen+searing+pork.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh17cNcoS5I9mOdPiDf2L55tHOc1hUengECnSgg2jOhRtK98zKrOiP_sbbYBMsRRMEmCL-AivkxSeBzPK2oN_j-J7ajTdk2bkQrCWs8MjFIpPiWKJT6rw4lgwDmIQEv5Zu1pw5SvuMcJUk/s320/Totto+Ramen+searing+pork.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561174547994694034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Behind the ramen bar one of the chefs sears the pork with a small blowtorch. It's like a circus over there. Knife swallowing towards the back.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPZtUiPwFuARMYVjOZ3S8usGvZpzwqbV-tILniosgyf1x0848FpY8mtcxtPXx9W9YRy5UlyeOl8iSddu5swcL1-yIJvQxumL1Ed5r6pGBMths_yhdT9yHxI2L-dWma28PguoPooHru0Y/s1600/Totto+Ramen+pots.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPZtUiPwFuARMYVjOZ3S8usGvZpzwqbV-tILniosgyf1x0848FpY8mtcxtPXx9W9YRy5UlyeOl8iSddu5swcL1-yIJvQxumL1Ed5r6pGBMths_yhdT9yHxI2L-dWma28PguoPooHru0Y/s320/Totto+Ramen+pots.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561170709073407426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The magic cauldrons. Dare not look inside or else.<br /><br />In all efforts to prevent being labeled partial to the West Side, Mr. Munekata opened a sister ramen establishment, Hide-Chan Ramen, way down the same street between 2nd and 3rd Avenues. It resides on the second floor, replacing one of his previous restaurants. It's swine-time over there, specializing in the tonkotsu broth. It is next-up on the hit list. Review coming soon.<br /><br /><a href="http://tottoramen.com/" target="_Blank">Totto Ramen</a><br />366 W. 52nd St. bet. 8th & 9th Aves. closer to 9th<br />New York, NY 10019<br />212-582-0052<br />Mon - Fri 12pm - 12am<br />Sat - Sun 5pm - 11pm<br />CA$H ONLY<br /><a href="http://tottoramen.com/totto_ramen_menu_july6.pdf" target="_blank">MENU</a>HowfreshEatshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14045766160078125206noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-48078098579689391022011-01-10T17:51:00.008-05:002011-01-11T12:25:35.046-05:002011- Vroom! Vroom! Start it Up!! - Momofuku Noodle & Milk Bars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUAGWSt8Z3WH3P2Is3kMNJvsm910-jUOiGYFRjNZhr4iHYcoCaWz-4ZHUebBmOoAZ1C9SeyDzdI0Efa2ltAQG_SlTO9NF_4kg4GvdLBWDLp86uwC_upPPLeG46OzZmcqTQJAHuSUpEg4/s1600/Momo+milk+red+velvet+and+cookie.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUAGWSt8Z3WH3P2Is3kMNJvsm910-jUOiGYFRjNZhr4iHYcoCaWz-4ZHUebBmOoAZ1C9SeyDzdI0Efa2ltAQG_SlTO9NF_4kg4GvdLBWDLp86uwC_upPPLeG46OzZmcqTQJAHuSUpEg4/s400/Momo+milk+red+velvet+and+cookie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559228171275070050" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Start It Up- Lloyd Banks ft. Kanye West, Fabolous, and Swizz Beatz</span><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://static.hulkshare.com/p/player.swf" height=24 width=250><param name="movie" value="http://hulkshare.com/p/player.swf"><param name="FlashVars" value="soundFile=http://hulkshare.com/ap-zvhlk4vvvlh9&titles=Lloyd Banks- Start It Up.mp3"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="menu" value="false"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></object><br /><br />Happy New Year! Welcome to 2011. Put that volume on max, close your eyes, and envision Greenhouse on a Tuesday night with scantily clad ladies transporting sparkling bottles. Now we're rocking. As you read this I'm doing the motorcycle dance with one hand on the throttle, typing with the other. Vroom vrooming in my drawers. Going in circles though. Simple physics. Think about it.<br /><br />Sparking the year on a sweet note, taking a page from my Jewish upbringing. Apples and honey spark Rosh Hashonah and in a secular world we do it this way. Red Velvet, Horchata, Old Fashioned Donut, and Cereal Milk softserve with a cornflake, marshmallow and chocolate chip cookie and a slice of the Grasshopper pie (think minty chocolate cheesecake with marshmallows), all courtesy of <a href="http://www.momofuku.com/milk-bar/"target="_blank">Momofuku Milk Bar</a>. As the old adage goes, you get more with sugar than spice. <br /><br />It's a shame I haven't expounded about my many trips to Momo Milk yet. The research has manifested itself in almost a 2 stone increase on the scale. And it was within these walls that a very special title was bestowed upon my crew and me by the always cheery Miss Info:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga71UW7SXbJjr6uaIMkqteoYMHhrkq5GDteapNc0HYDU0v5Y7cAfTAF_8BnKzDM882B4eOLXHCBHixQluq281KroF_j68W0lYfL0xdhFqaVksNBE5qmt7eUWyTOew2f2DieVm1gP7VbQI/s1600/MISSINFO+TWEET.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga71UW7SXbJjr6uaIMkqteoYMHhrkq5GDteapNc0HYDU0v5Y7cAfTAF_8BnKzDM882B4eOLXHCBHixQluq281KroF_j68W0lYfL0xdhFqaVksNBE5qmt7eUWyTOew2f2DieVm1gP7VbQI/s400/MISSINFO+TWEET.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560070714257357858" /></a><br /><br />I'm finally getting over that barb, but it was tough. Had me second guessing every photograph I took thereafter. Main lesson learned, don't hang out with people that wear Bang Bros. or "I Fisted Hilary Scott" shirts, even if they are on Millionaire Match Maker. Creepy Dave <span style="font-style:italic;">"So what's your story???"</span> steez.<br /><br />I won't go into depth about my many visits, I'll just leave you with one piece of advice, GO THERE. Red velvet, along with horchata, was brought back for their anniversary and will be leaving the building January 12th. It's short notice, only 2 days left, but try to make it. Then go back on the 13th and bug them to make it a permanent flavor like cereal milk. Also get a compost cookie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09mdP_fA1AMZRCb9C2wJVHfi-Q5rRXkkdMT176MFd5ojBxw02df-GB3AJd6qV4spDBqfeTT88n8yrD74rY_QkGvT9FRwv-ivDPx_l04dWIzQuStaXIdhgxXiCo4ohBe-Vp7og6H-sQeU/s1600/Momo+Noodle+ramen+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09mdP_fA1AMZRCb9C2wJVHfi-Q5rRXkkdMT176MFd5ojBxw02df-GB3AJd6qV4spDBqfeTT88n8yrD74rY_QkGvT9FRwv-ivDPx_l04dWIzQuStaXIdhgxXiCo4ohBe-Vp7og6H-sQeU/s400/Momo+Noodle+ramen+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559508570697459794" /></a><br /><br />Prior to the sugar bowl, <a href="http://www.momofuku.com/noodle-bar/"target="_blank">Momofuku Noodle Bar</a> provided the savory sustenance. I like to keep it consistent. As usual Ippudo was packed to the hilt and after a little East Village wandering, it was decided that the second best ramen was there. I do not care for the $16 price tag, but they make a good bowl. The broth is clearer than most other ramen slingers, but the poached egg's runny yolk creates the creamier broth we have grown accustomed to. Extremely heavy on the pork, using a healthy slab of pork belly along with some shredded pork shoulder. 2 slices of fish cake, a generous amount of chives and sliced bamboo round out the party.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsfAbtzG4CSt0yMA2mFsTxeXLjZPN-h6vZXYEptIFhcynMGOkTCgScQcEkJIjTOxom5ltZHhPAE_kY4_G4JYNZqfj50hXGvntGFDcB0zBLHT-eAmzc3Gg9amowC8AXpH3v6e-M8wiXQk/s1600/Momo+Noodle+Shrimp+buns+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsfAbtzG4CSt0yMA2mFsTxeXLjZPN-h6vZXYEptIFhcynMGOkTCgScQcEkJIjTOxom5ltZHhPAE_kY4_G4JYNZqfj50hXGvntGFDcB0zBLHT-eAmzc3Gg9amowC8AXpH3v6e-M8wiXQk/s400/Momo+Noodle+Shrimp+buns+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559508570704523586" /></a><br /><br />This is 2011. Momo pork buns? I'm off that. <span style="font-style:italic;">Garcon, the healthy option my friend.</span> Squares of shrimp terrine sitting in the pillowy white dough (2 for $10). A little lettuce and sauce some say reminds them of a Big Mac. Texturally on point (has that snap), salty and enjoyable without the guilt. Unless the shrimp are from Asian bodies of water. Then I'm freaking out. However I doubt Chang would do that <a href="http://bigthink.com/ideas/3207"target="_blank">based on his locavore/sustainable ethos</a>. See below for the block of shrimp.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTw7bMQhcDZ5lFuZmzVCYuWVJEYQaAuBUReL0fBjwzc-ZoRIeLfr2KBqtO0F5Qsz8fMM756gHgyO8Q0SxbPvm8HHgTnybkH99oi_LZD_tCarwkeTUvUDqN7GOchXVz2XOua0q3DvX3VJU/s1600/Momo+Noodle+Shrimp+bun+close+up.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTw7bMQhcDZ5lFuZmzVCYuWVJEYQaAuBUReL0fBjwzc-ZoRIeLfr2KBqtO0F5Qsz8fMM756gHgyO8Q0SxbPvm8HHgTnybkH99oi_LZD_tCarwkeTUvUDqN7GOchXVz2XOua0q3DvX3VJU/s400/Momo+Noodle+Shrimp+bun+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559353465649544050" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiShyphenhyphendq-iSqwMJWpWm1Un71jhwP2d-9RDmxzjpIOmEb9gx5xeYwo8oZJVCBPV7dTt5PYQYAwXAVGbP6GvTtyVaa-opcXuqfvVdREUtgL5qfMveabSKf6Nop4xB-JQ5fUqFUMq0hHe64X0/s1600/Momo+Noodle+tamale+trio.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiShyphenhyphendq-iSqwMJWpWm1Un71jhwP2d-9RDmxzjpIOmEb9gx5xeYwo8oZJVCBPV7dTt5PYQYAwXAVGbP6GvTtyVaa-opcXuqfvVdREUtgL5qfMveabSKf6Nop4xB-JQ5fUqFUMq0hHe64X0/s400/Momo+Noodle+tamale+trio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559353474728472802" /></a><br /><br />Tamales were listed on the specials board so we got the trio including kimchi pork, chicken mole verde and jalapeno queso (3 for $8). Don't love tamales and didn't love these. Maybe it's the masa, maybe it's the wrapping leaf. Can't call it.<br /><br />Finally got my first post up in 2011. Here's hoping it's not the last! La Chaim!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.momofuku.com/milk-bar/"target="_blank">Momofuku Milk Bar</a><br />207 2nd Ave. on 13th St.<br />7 days a week: 9am - 12am<br />AND<br />15 W. 56th St. bet. 5th & 6th Aves. (The Chambers Hotel)<br />7 days a week: 8am - 12am<br /><a href="http://www.momofuku.com/noodle-bar/"target="_blank"><br />Momofuku Noodle Bar</a><br />171 1st Ave. bet 10th & 11th Sts.<br />Lunch<br />Mon – Fri: 12pm – 4:30pm<br />Sat - Sun: 12pm – 4pm<br /><br />Dinner<br />Sun – Thurs: 5:30pm – 11pm<br />Fri - Sat: 5:30pm – 2am<br /><br />NO RESERVATIONS unless eating Fried Chicken Meal. <br />MAJORITY OF TIME THERE IS A WAIT, especially during prime dining times.HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-3045708513378256112010-12-24T21:08:00.009-05:002010-12-25T01:57:32.814-05:003, is the Magic Number!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCfuihMHSpN95gF6x4yrEFsKTdwRdrvQr0TxiodAyKCXzHjQ0upG47yiNkP59AINcMjvNzYMHkP7EAubG2RAzoxaqsR9onNIEoXTSbFlWssiNDGDGQk53w7vFRq_WhWpCdewc2UZ3h9w/s1600/3candlescake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCfuihMHSpN95gF6x4yrEFsKTdwRdrvQr0TxiodAyKCXzHjQ0upG47yiNkP59AINcMjvNzYMHkP7EAubG2RAzoxaqsR9onNIEoXTSbFlWssiNDGDGQk53w7vFRq_WhWpCdewc2UZ3h9w/s400/3candlescake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554435785083853986" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Bob Dorough- Three is the Magic Number</span><br /><IFRAME SRC="http://usershare.net/embedmp3-8v09r3gy4jgc.html" FRAMEBORDER=0 MARGINWIDTH=0 MARGINHEIGHT=0 SCROLLING=NO WIDTH=480 HEIGHT=33></IFRAME><br /><br />Happy Birthday to me (HowfreshEats) and me (Howfresh)!!! 3 years since I stepped on the scene. Originally a gift that was meant to keep giving, but writing's become more a chore than the fun, creative outlet it's supposed to be. We've been slow motion for the past year or so, only 17 posts thus far. A tad more frequent than that female friend. Don't fret- engine's revved, foot's on gas, optimism for numero cuatro. I do appreciate the few readers that have stuck around- those stubborn mufuers. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">De La Soul- Magic Number</span><br /><IFRAME SRC="http://usershare.net/embedmp3-9alibi7jhxhq.html" FRAMEBORDER=0 MARGINWIDTH=0 MARGINHEIGHT=0 SCROLLING=NO WIDTH=480 HEIGHT=33></IFRAME><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitw-WDl4yfe21FqOo4P08f8OV7wAENO45TgbnYrtWJXZPgi9myejsNytYsN9sTe7hjKCEhLP9UqfKOeqGLLXCC6UEYrexHBrt83P-4eGA3OaWUs8Xvw7Xxhg6aSaI_AOC3PtIY_KKGy8/s1600/KmKblowingcandles.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitw-WDl4yfe21FqOo4P08f8OV7wAENO45TgbnYrtWJXZPgi9myejsNytYsN9sTe7hjKCEhLP9UqfKOeqGLLXCC6UEYrexHBrt83P-4eGA3OaWUs8Xvw7Xxhg6aSaI_AOC3PtIY_KKGy8/s400/KmKblowingcandles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554436840048072850" /></a><br /><br />This the type of soiree we're talking about. That photo is more of a reenactment but you get the picture. Less pigs at my party. I'm in to more stand-up broads. Peep the cake though. We had the sparklers sparkling. I see my man Puerto Rico in the corner. What up playboy!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9mYx9GTr-sSq9cN4Cgj3sVtj-4OLyn-M5ENGYNpfvtTFWZsC3SDKl0zCwMzgT8Ks8jT8v9OhEX4LN9E5stNq5-knMLZD3d9XsNVFpUThsKMqFsS9BEIgAhi85Ycn3buvEiz5ottpKgbE/s1600/slutoncake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9mYx9GTr-sSq9cN4Cgj3sVtj-4OLyn-M5ENGYNpfvtTFWZsC3SDKl0zCwMzgT8Ks8jT8v9OhEX4LN9E5stNq5-knMLZD3d9XsNVFpUThsKMqFsS9BEIgAhi85Ycn3buvEiz5ottpKgbE/s400/slutoncake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554436835917054562" /></a><br /><br />Then shit got crazy. I really have no explanation other than shorty wanted cake on her bum! I ain't eating off it though. Don't really know her too well. Kind of pissed cause the artwork and frosting was PROPERS. She was expeditiously removed from the venue. We're too highbrow for these sort of shenanigans. And her boobie's looking all sorts of retarded, tampered with steez. We only deal with Mensa itties!!HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-69154890881774619222010-12-13T00:59:00.004-05:002010-12-13T01:15:05.679-05:00Oh Shit! I knew I forgot something!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-344zAtzSGBH2qJ4cAMuJZDdscMPPWdNdxOErhBZ8-CS7piTEGI-n8dPW_-D3gCWzuvBOhJjF-jyVyQi6MrcC80-oCsFh4FGs4Zqs3SeLWjnSSqwtntdIKFoksgqyLB6gJXrm3g47ghU/s1600/Manslappinghead.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-344zAtzSGBH2qJ4cAMuJZDdscMPPWdNdxOErhBZ8-CS7piTEGI-n8dPW_-D3gCWzuvBOhJjF-jyVyQi6MrcC80-oCsFh4FGs4Zqs3SeLWjnSSqwtntdIKFoksgqyLB6gJXrm3g47ghU/s400/Manslappinghead.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550042722184042178" /></a><br /><br />My blog. <br /><br />Here's hoping it doesn't happen again.<br /><br />I'm glad I was able to have Dennis Franz portray the melon slapper. NYPD Blue was my shit.HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-74058951559140611972010-09-16T23:17:00.007-04:002010-09-17T18:27:24.323-04:00Come on the Blog like duh duh duh duh, With Some Fugazi Tickets & a Fitted...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsXCs6OVoJa7uBdn9ZZ-JGrYQSMcYLT2VsiyjGzqccKyif2KlvzAu2boXn9ui20bCobq3wyCkDCGVcrBEVr1BMpiF8faQl7rFe_rYh36GSe4tTAw5wAdjSxitJprk0Gr0AH1KF_UPUnk/s1600/BX+Air+Force,+Yankees+fitted,+Jay+tix.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsXCs6OVoJa7uBdn9ZZ-JGrYQSMcYLT2VsiyjGzqccKyif2KlvzAu2boXn9ui20bCobq3wyCkDCGVcrBEVr1BMpiF8faQl7rFe_rYh36GSe4tTAw5wAdjSxitJprk0Gr0AH1KF_UPUnk/s400/BX+Air+Force,+Yankees+fitted,+Jay+tix.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517360140314961794" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jay-Z- Jigga That Nigga</span><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=12577562-16c" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=12577562-16c" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br />If anybody knows Martin @ 212-960-3080 tell him I'd like to speak with him. There seems to have been some sort of miscommunication. I said I wanted real tickets that admitted entry. Not the kind that leave you embarrassed at the gate short $250. I need to be more clear next time. Cocksucker.<br /><br />But at least I get to create my own rendition of the Mastercard Priceless ads: <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:16pt">Fresh out the box BX Nike Air Force 1s- $135.<br /><br />Crisp Yankees World Series '09 fitted- $40.<br /><br />Section B4 Jay-z/Eminem tickets with invalid barcodes- Priceless. Literally price-less.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCNta7PSGw2MAl_1RfNCJS4KkRUTff4uabTDpTVa3N5eTzY0gB9U2cDPEXSxSzDxzf6XjSI_EATGCz-uDy__Njqf90POTSTjsy2Bc2LE5bHlbcafHMx-RnVZAEzRncOjj5VD4SRpB2JU/s1600/Jay+Em+91410+tix.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCNta7PSGw2MAl_1RfNCJS4KkRUTff4uabTDpTVa3N5eTzY0gB9U2cDPEXSxSzDxzf6XjSI_EATGCz-uDy__Njqf90POTSTjsy2Bc2LE5bHlbcafHMx-RnVZAEzRncOjj5VD4SRpB2JU/s400/Jay+Em+91410+tix.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517360130271739442" /></a><br /><br />50 hours have passed since realizing I was duped, played, treated as a mark, etc. I'm over it. Nobody wants to lose money, but more importantly I really wanted to be posted up in centerfield in Yankee Stadium. Hallowed ground where the Mick, Joe D, Rickey, Bernie Baseball and so on snagged fly balls and grabbed their crotch. I am aware that none of these players ever played in A-Rod's cribbo but we're discussing the legacy of New York's CF. It's all for naught since I never made it past the turnstyle.<br /><br />I was giddy all day. Shit, I wanted to get fresh. How Fresh? Easter in September. Hit several sneaker spots but nothing caught my eye. Not that I don't have special event jumpoffs, just aware that kicks could get mightily fucked the fuck up when there are a lot of feet around. Point is I was hyper than the hyper. <br /><br />I was comfortably lounging on the BX 12 stuck in traffic over the Harlem River when I got the BBM telling me the terrible news. Somebody tried the tix and was denied entry. To say my mood changed with the quickness would be quite the understatement. Having copped off a dude from Craigslist we joked that we'd be cloud 9ing it till we got 86ed at the stadium. After the laughter comes...<br /><br />From what I caught on 161st St., the show sucked. Sound was terrible. Haha. Nah, I make chistes. Jiggaman brought out Mary for "Heart of the City". That right there was worth the price of admission. Everything else would be a bonus. Especially Drizzy and Nicki. Pardon me while I fart. Who am I kidding, peep the H-Pod and you might catch me with the baby bills crew screaming "Free the Baby F Weezy!!" Then again you might not.<br /><br />The conclusion we came to is as follows: The tickets were real but the barcode was used with a matching e-ticket or the tix were put on Stubhub thus invalidating the barcode. The black circle is from a scalper I was talking to. He put a lighter to the bottom and said that if a black circle appears and the ticket doesn't burn it's a real ticket. Exactly what happened. Doesn't make matters any better. Just taught me and others that this ticket shit is not a game. Doubt I'd cop tix off C'List ever again unless escorted to the gate. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpAMhzbGKIe-BTXVrwB3MK-LoVzwHYTMgJIM0fINA1Z-tmJW8Xx6TBGG-Ex49k_u8aVfAlDl7FQxKBfT4dri08yeH6vJORj4UXPgww1prBGsEsMaJa033qqE3FZxwGJOU0UDRCnmbsNI/s1600/Kusshis+PJ+Clarkes+91410.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpAMhzbGKIe-BTXVrwB3MK-LoVzwHYTMgJIM0fINA1Z-tmJW8Xx6TBGG-Ex49k_u8aVfAlDl7FQxKBfT4dri08yeH6vJORj4UXPgww1prBGsEsMaJa033qqE3FZxwGJOU0UDRCnmbsNI/s400/Kusshis+PJ+Clarkes+91410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517360126871527650" /></a><br /><br />You didn't think this would end on a sad note? Never that. Headed into the city with my drunk corporate connects. I was sober and fairly miserable. After several attempts at finding grub after 11pm on a Tuesday we found ourselves at <a href="http://pjclarkes.com/lincoln/menu.php"target="_blank">PJ Clarke's</a> under the Empire Hotel on 63rd and Columbus Ave. Open till 1am 365 days a year, so they say. Through the glass I saw "Kusshis" on the chalkboard over the raw bar. The mood changed. Puppydogs and ice cream came back into play. Amazing how an oyster can change the color of my mood ring. Ugh, pardon and fuck me for that one. <a href="http://events.nytimes.com/2009/12/23/dining/reviews/23rest.html?pagewanted=all"target="_Blank">Just paraphrasing my boy Sammy Sifton who paraphrased...</a><br /><br />Not the best Kusshis I've had. Smaller and not as firm as usual. Also lacking that dynamic taste experience- no briny, sweet, cucumber combo. Salinity was the main note. Shell fragments were a tad too many. Graveyard shucker needs to hone those skills. We split 2 dozen in which I must have consumed 18? Good looks Arc-doggy. And the skirtsteak? Wow. Impressed. Butter soft, no gristle. Delicious. Fall off the bone baby back ribs? Yes indeed. Tender as the talent (not on stage) in Yankee Stadium.<br /><br />One last thing for shits and giggles: Waiting for a cab on 161st and the Concourse during Em's show I pulled out the camera to take a pic of the fireworks coming from the stadium and what appears? "No Memory Card." Now imagine I was in there and no card? Aw man homie. Rookie moves coming from a vet are the true definition of hustling backwards.HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-42814588895339525232010-07-11T14:28:00.003-04:002010-07-11T14:55:45.283-04:00Who You Know Fresher Than How? Riddle Me That....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAl5SjevoT1c-JW23am9SjVHIYe8ZH5ZLGOFPustnSwRNxuwNBS1DTbUsjxi1nD5UKrIlpF1lQeLxLT27tihCQENODz9hl0vUlH0hfOp81os5PFnKEe_f4gDUoA9vQKgc_yhXnBRRbPUo/s1600/HowfreshEats+New+Era+Cap+Navy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAl5SjevoT1c-JW23am9SjVHIYe8ZH5ZLGOFPustnSwRNxuwNBS1DTbUsjxi1nD5UKrIlpF1lQeLxLT27tihCQENODz9hl0vUlH0hfOp81os5PFnKEe_f4gDUoA9vQKgc_yhXnBRRbPUo/s400/HowfreshEats+New+Era+Cap+Navy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490537732925284642" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're far too kind</span> (for still checking out HFE)...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jay-Z- Encore</span></span><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11903507-c81" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11903507-c81" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Now can I get an encore? Do you want more?????</span> Shit, it kind of makes sense. <span style="font-style:italic;">Now what the hell was I waiting for???</span> I've been gone for close to 60 days so an encore is in store for those still in attendance. It's safe to call this an encore, hopefully a permanent one, as the content and themes are still the same. I want my residency back. <br /><br />I see the irony too. How fresh? Fresh??? What the fuck are you talking about? Dormant's more like it. Not a coma because I've been moving around. Heavy in the streets in fact. Nothing rotten or putrid though. No nasty stench when you walk in the room. I kept the AC on high so not to let all the produce go to waste. But you can only look at the same zucchini and red pepper for so long. Don't worry, we got some shipments on the horizon. No Fresh Direct, we hit straight from the farm. Please wipe your dirty footwear on the welcome mat. This time of season is special too- tomatoes!!!! I love me a good tomato. Matches my all red Nike Air Max '09s. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xqM6y6PUyNl5jQsmYomEogp_cAWAAoxEBlnbbmnYLHtNuQO91kCIrBUwocInj17dMziVSX7RfFPkoC5Ui1yDCBMaYqAgNKxbegIYqGFrpnIbgNtHJcX9ONoBdGvxK8GZGdtr5W00hsQ/s1600/HowfreshEats+New+Era+Cap+Navy+front.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xqM6y6PUyNl5jQsmYomEogp_cAWAAoxEBlnbbmnYLHtNuQO91kCIrBUwocInj17dMziVSX7RfFPkoC5Ui1yDCBMaYqAgNKxbegIYqGFrpnIbgNtHJcX9ONoBdGvxK8GZGdtr5W00hsQ/s400/HowfreshEats+New+Era+Cap+Navy+front.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491115325480883138" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Freeway- Where U Been</span></span><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11903092-990" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11903092-990" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br />Howfresh where you been????<br /><br />Between eating, drinking, traveling, going to shows, listening to every new Cam record ad nauseum and hand-stitching the fitted cap above, where could I find the time? My clock only has 24 hours in day. It's pretty amusing that most of the things I partake in are fueled by the notion that I will write about them (eventually). Eventually finally knocked on my door so let's crack those knuckles and get the keyboard keyboarding. Believe you me, I got material. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69JKh3GUI6E"target="_blank"><span style="font-style:italic;">Classic Material!! Classic Material!! Howfresh Eats with the Classic!!! Classic Material!! Classic Material!!</span> </a> Now all I need is the discipline. Self-control is far from my strong suit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUf-YNQ4LaELeXECiw5jgkqjJgoXh2MukjkmD9-zrHjLFIjm4gteJl5epNVZjwfoflkV_951b8nCtwo3ZpFB4aSr6Y-SLQLiq3ryt5Ypt3TGDJv5iI1pD-XXVvpk99E9SWwcAC7pYf94/s1600/HowfreshEats+New+Era+Cap+Navy+side.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUf-YNQ4LaELeXECiw5jgkqjJgoXh2MukjkmD9-zrHjLFIjm4gteJl5epNVZjwfoflkV_951b8nCtwo3ZpFB4aSr6Y-SLQLiq3ryt5Ypt3TGDJv5iI1pD-XXVvpk99E9SWwcAC7pYf94/s400/HowfreshEats+New+Era+Cap+Navy+side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491115311778115362" /></a><br /><br />We all know I love the H. Unhealthily? Obsessively? Narcissistically?? H-ubristcally?? I disagree with the last 2. Please don't misinterpret my H-ness for conceit. Personally I find it anything but the truth but there are some H-aters out there. Unfortunately the H Well is rather arid. There are some joints out there but the idea of shelling out $60 plus for a fitted doesn't agree with me anymore. <br /><br />So we improvise. Think outside the box (or front panels). And now an entire new universe has been introduced. <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-howfresh.html"target="_blank">A while back I copped a Frank's Chop Shop joint and worked around the "F".</a> The double-sided extra thick bill isn't aesthetically pleasing and compromises the fit of the entire cap. A shame because there's a plethora of them. "F" caps are hard to come by. Marlins, U of Florida, a minor league team hear or there. So I went left and got cozy with the "W". The Nationals cap is perfect. A clean, respectable W. Bordering on hoighty-toity with some flair. Finger out when I sip my chamomile, but I'll still say hello and acknowledge your presence. I'm a people person. Don't get it twisted.<br /><br />Big shouts to Amidou up on 109th for lacing the kid. Lids and other authorized New Era stores are prohibited from touching the front panels. So I dig deeper. In criminal, stealth like fashion, he did a great job. I fully recommend his services. We got more in the works so stay tuned.HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-3766090569269216932010-05-15T10:59:00.006-04:002010-05-16T10:41:03.823-04:00The Element of Surprise... Jay Electronica & the ESPN Zone Cheesesteak.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKqSynsRhLOPIdMG0sSS72157e8cKH04JOCrDlucdQ3extQjAww9RIFq_o_QB_5z1etqH0hH1FYjw685MtlnXj1OTNeJH0jUsLlUlkCRZ1vy3GGbT1vJV4yEDFC-NVpmAiL8WQH7Jbxw/s1600/Jay+Electronica+Fillmore+NY+42810.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcKqSynsRhLOPIdMG0sSS72157e8cKH04JOCrDlucdQ3extQjAww9RIFq_o_QB_5z1etqH0hH1FYjw685MtlnXj1OTNeJH0jUsLlUlkCRZ1vy3GGbT1vJV4yEDFC-NVpmAiL8WQH7Jbxw/s400/Jay+Electronica+Fillmore+NY+42810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470401409215965330" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Upset the set up, the element of surprise...</span><br /><br /><br />Surprises. Some are for the better, some the worse. You find out your ex-girl you still have feelings for is pregnant by some piece of shit, with quadruplets- terrible surprise. An estranged great uncle left you a yacht, vineyard and lootcakes that measure 20 ft high- an awesome surprise. Bad broad in the building digs you too- pretty great surprise. An extremely talented artist that you heard had a poor live show flipped it and did his thing- pleasant surprise. A Disneyfied Times Square establishment churns out a non-offensive (decent in fact) meal while you watch your team win- pleasant surprise. You get it. Some are hypotheticals. Others are real talk, true story, I really mean it, word is bond, bladda bladda bladda steez. <br /><br />So this fucking bitch got knocked up by this Job Corps cat. You believe this chicken face? Said she loved me and wanted to be with me... Nah, I'm playing. #2 happened. I'm deading this blog shit, I'm rich bitch. If you're my peoples we ride together, I got you on oysters and Napa Valley white- I told you he had a vineyard. If you aren't, I suggest you befriend me quick, cause these greenbacks are incendiary and will be ashes before you know it. Uncle Irwin. Good man. Gone too soon.<br /><br />I lied, no wealthy family members. Just hoping my brother makes it so I can get the West wing. Rather watch the sun set than rise. Ya digs? Let's go Al. Finish that thesis already. Shit's taking FOREVER.<br /><br />Bad bitch in the building? Working on that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYg6mbEBQl9YGaJPnt6bDOOTvPDf0uBWiQ6eadjjrln6eowNmjHdut24RmlUOC0eaU1r9DXTpCOLYeGoZSwtIm7My-iztsTOXtPYHeEIRBm69-n7EyIn0Tflj_A8LUh9JUgtNHF5WSdtE/s1600/Jay+Electronica+Fillmore+NY.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYg6mbEBQl9YGaJPnt6bDOOTvPDf0uBWiQ6eadjjrln6eowNmjHdut24RmlUOC0eaU1r9DXTpCOLYeGoZSwtIm7My-iztsTOXtPYHeEIRBm69-n7EyIn0Tflj_A8LUh9JUgtNHF5WSdtE/s400/Jay+Electronica+Fillmore+NY.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466292573092330546" /></a><br /><br />OK, OK, OK. 4 and 5 occurred. On the same night mind you. That was sort of my fault as I'll explain shortly. The stars were aligned. The man, the myth, the legend known to mere mortals as Jay Electronica was billed to open for N.E.R.D. at Irving Plaza aka Fillmore NY on Wednesday, April 28. Quietly promoted, luckily my boy put me on to it and furthermore blessed us with the tix. VIP status as well which enabled the nice footage. Peep below. N.E.R.D.? Couldn't care less. <span style="font-style:italic;">If I don't like it, I don't like it, that don't mean that I'm hating.</span> Common knows, even though I kind of hate him now. No hate. Mind you this show occurred prior to the <a href="http://nahright.com/news/2010/05/14/audio-kay-slay-responds-to-jay-electronica/"target="_blank">Jay Elec v Kay Slay squabble</a>, and while I rep NYC hard, I still fux with Jay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX4PCCeKlBD63fCfjCwiG-mrevbckpwOjXC2lShQhBZQ4C4HVL4WDwYVbpDbuP0sd1CWxNPnq-8aSVWjRe9DKCBwDQyA44he3n6pMkCG_8481UhYYjvQsUn2nPYwZewf2w8GiCaeCmQc/s1600/Jay+Electronica+Fillmore+NY2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX4PCCeKlBD63fCfjCwiG-mrevbckpwOjXC2lShQhBZQ4C4HVL4WDwYVbpDbuP0sd1CWxNPnq-8aSVWjRe9DKCBwDQyA44he3n6pMkCG_8481UhYYjvQsUn2nPYwZewf2w8GiCaeCmQc/s400/Jay+Electronica+Fillmore+NY2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466292565415639186" /></a><br /><br />The odds that Jay Elec actually shows up range from 5-2 to 11-1. I was leaning towards the latter, though not as high. Several hours before show time word was that he'd hit the stage at 8 pm or so. What. Thee. Fuck. Is. That. About.? This is hip hop. The freaks come out at night steezos. But I was cool with that. Lloyd Banks and Reflection Eternal were doing their thing at Nokia Theater, or so I thought, and all I wanted to do was peep Beamer, Benz, and Bentley live. Believe that. The early show would have enabled the double dip.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Exhibit A</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dP1vj721j6E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dP1vj721j6E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Much to my surprise Jay hit the stage shortly after 8. Irving Plaza was pretty packed. Putting the sound board towards the back center of the main floor forced people to get tight. Poor usage of space in my opinion. But I digress. Jay did his thing off the bat. Full disclosure, I'm not up on his entire catalog. I know the heavy hitters along with some other joints that had beat knocks. But the standom only goes so far.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Exhibit C</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwMWa1pJvP0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwMWa1pJvP0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />We all know he's a cerebral rapper. A dope and refreshing element to a rather ignorant bunch. <span style="font-style:italic;">Dumb Rappers Need Teaching...</span> But I'm a boom bap cat and I need that beat. A cappellas are cool but let the track ride. I didn't come here for spoken word homie. He was able to incorporate both into the show. On Exhibit C he kept motioning for the DJ to cut the beat so his lyrics would get top billing. Somewhat overdone and offbeat, but he killed C so I still got loose. For a song of that caliber the crowd was hyped early but fell off. Come on people- that shit is CRAZY. The thing that was most impressive was his banter with the audience. Joking with fans and having a good time. Singling out a chick on the mezzanine who had her back to the stage and having the audience get at a cat who jeered him. Think of the "Asshole" chant directed to a Sawx fan. He made it personal. Light and loose, all with a smile. For a younger audience, that's a dope thing. Fun at a hip hop show?? Never that. The stan level increased. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The World Is Yours</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c52EgLS_ET4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c52EgLS_ET4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />So the show ends and it's early, 9pm-ish. Banks isn't hitting the stage till at least 10pm. BBB is the hottest shit out and <a href="http://www.2dopeboyz.com/2010/04/30/lloyd-banks-x-nokia-theatre-video/"target="_blank">I just wanted to see the crowd go APESHIT</a> (see 5:30). Caught the N to Times Square and we're good money. Not even 10 pm. Hit the ATM to deal with the scalpers and then I realize that the show is the following night. FUCK ME x 1000. Silver lining- I'm closer to home, my boy takes Port Authority, and we didn't want to see N.E.R.D. anyway. And the Yankees game is on. But where to eat? Unfortunately the <a href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/forkintheroad/archives/2010/05/the_10_best_thi.php?page=1"target="_blank">Village Voice's top 10 eats in Times Square</a> wasn't published yet. It was all on me since this dude was cleansing or some shit like that. I roll with healthy folks. But whatevs fams. I'm about to pig the fuck out. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkz46m8u-2oBBX7kak71rSxNqVKQLfcfOkAjRhNqz3Lg9oKuvZEpM43GWj6nEBoBuZwcPJcCElVwMmdOKCYpoueSnB17D4kqk_98ZVnVjvMK2W__r2Nnv2X8pv-uWMceJO8oEwZ5T2Rs/s1600/ESPN+Zone+chicken+fingers.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkz46m8u-2oBBX7kak71rSxNqVKQLfcfOkAjRhNqz3Lg9oKuvZEpM43GWj6nEBoBuZwcPJcCElVwMmdOKCYpoueSnB17D4kqk_98ZVnVjvMK2W__r2Nnv2X8pv-uWMceJO8oEwZ5T2Rs/s400/ESPN+Zone+chicken+fingers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466296179457112706" /></a><br /><br />Sports was all that mattered so ESPN Zone it was. I know I've gotten on people heavy for eating there, so maybe it's somewhat hypocritical, me being the gourmand that I am, but we all have weaknesses. No time to waste. Plus I was buzzin' cousin. Chicken fingers and the cheese steak. I needed that unhealthy heavy shit. I had a trek uptown ahead of me and I needed that energy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsyrrNWW0tdMNEl2-SzRHGaNBorvbqK5N5oCAGFlIn0bMIZxKavdPS8PhMnGjAtRRKINZAdp17DdutnVTsJRZKii6_Ukfvj8RfHeQm5qfPMcqESwwj-9GQOK8QMGX4GV6izOSi1GAqjI/s1600/ESPN+Zone+Cheesesteak.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIsyrrNWW0tdMNEl2-SzRHGaNBorvbqK5N5oCAGFlIn0bMIZxKavdPS8PhMnGjAtRRKINZAdp17DdutnVTsJRZKii6_Ukfvj8RfHeQm5qfPMcqESwwj-9GQOK8QMGX4GV6izOSi1GAqjI/s400/ESPN+Zone+Cheesesteak.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466296165113958194" /></a><br /><br />The chicken fingers are very enjoyable. Generously sized and far from dry. They're fried and there's honey mustard. How bad can it be? I was more nervous about the cheesesteak, being somewhat of a cheesesteak snob. I didn't want a burger and doubling up on chicken was a no-no. Need to diversify that bitch. For real, for real, pleasantly surprised. According to the menu "shaved ribeye with onions and mushrooms, topped with provolone cheese." Prefer a wiz or American but this is fine. The bread was the most impressive. Light, airy, yet strong enough to hold everything, and there was a lot to hold. Steak, onions with a nice crunch, mushrooms and cheese. Maybe I was a little drunk, maybe a little hyped from running uptown, maybe I was starving. Regardless, I was extremely satiated and pleased with the choice.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXhIdBUCvKfgFAXdPnSDD2ePUjuAJIt6MASToCEPz54vEtlRyfO8HX6Mi8n_9qYZiQOAj20e1SB5Mk08wIQjgHqhhxD5ON5Yz-bAPCTF3s8f_OZWqazGqjpx-9fCaY0SE8DEwll5gPVU/s1600/ESPN+Zone+salad.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBXhIdBUCvKfgFAXdPnSDD2ePUjuAJIt6MASToCEPz54vEtlRyfO8HX6Mi8n_9qYZiQOAj20e1SB5Mk08wIQjgHqhhxD5ON5Yz-bAPCTF3s8f_OZWqazGqjpx-9fCaY0SE8DEwll5gPVU/s400/ESPN+Zone+salad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466296162179561314" /></a><br /><br />My boy's meal. A Caesar Salad without the fade. Lettuce, cucumber and lemon. Nothing else. The waitress felt so bad she kissed the baby's forehead.HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-25554374458184253372010-05-03T17:12:00.001-04:002010-05-03T17:14:49.724-04:00Fish Taco Face-Off. Pinche Taqueria vs. La Esquina Taqueria.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vrfipw578vODJV066SeMXZnPg0yv8znZ0eoQeoQGVyhpGV18R4DZlSrhY5SBrtFtnroB32fzUIQWkXg_vx42d87Ym7gb2fsDjMJQVipeobnfM-DUt0PqVZSRfVk_cucaZSUATzAHrPM/s1600/Fish+Taco+Face+Off+ENH2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vrfipw578vODJV066SeMXZnPg0yv8znZ0eoQeoQGVyhpGV18R4DZlSrhY5SBrtFtnroB32fzUIQWkXg_vx42d87Ym7gb2fsDjMJQVipeobnfM-DUt0PqVZSRfVk_cucaZSUATzAHrPM/s400/Fish+Taco+Face+Off+ENH2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466001155867787490" /></a> <br />I hate commitment. I just can't do it. Get the sweats, short breaths, lose focus. Start freaking out. Need to keep things on a whim- no handcuffs. In and out. That's why tacos work well with me. Hand-sized, easy to eat, limited mess (all depends on one's dexterity). They're gone before you know it, so you have the option to order more or switch things up and diversify the portfolio. Fish tacos in particular are healthy, light and refreshing. The perfect mid-afternoon snack. Heading uptown to catch wreck on some <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fried-chicken-they-wing-it-ock.html"target="_blank">Charles' fried chicken</a> at 7? A 3 pm fish taco will hold you down. It's a shame they aren't more prevalent in the Big Apple. NYC is a harbor city you know. <br /><br />Pinche Taqueria and La Esquina Taqueria are 4 blocks from each other. Prime time taqueria territory. There is another Pinche on Mott between Prince & Spring but I like to move in straight lines- rook status. Closer to a subway too. <br /><br />Let the battle begin... <br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">La Esquina's Pescado A Las Brasas Taco </span></blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcUTymWSzt_LuhXGst2n_cBuCaU0LFBDMBAztZI6IkbRXpdc2Acjt6UuriEQ0qgfO0GH7nQy6Ppx3zs9Irenf_YPM6B_1hxKI8BOUgjIR0gOOVlUEWi_cDfB-MSmc8jsUAAbQe9nUkio/s1600/La+Esquina+Fish+Taco.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcUTymWSzt_LuhXGst2n_cBuCaU0LFBDMBAztZI6IkbRXpdc2Acjt6UuriEQ0qgfO0GH7nQy6Ppx3zs9Irenf_YPM6B_1hxKI8BOUgjIR0gOOVlUEWi_cDfB-MSmc8jsUAAbQe9nUkio/s400/La+Esquina+Fish+Taco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465998573927053682" /></a> <br /><br />This taco consists of grilled market fish with shredded cabbage, red onion and salsa verde ($3.95). The operative word is <span style="font-style:italic;">grilled</span>. It is healthier than the fried version below, but doesn't help much when it comes to taste. The fish has a burnt, acidic, bitter essence. It's not charred, cooked very well in fact, but this underlying unpleasant taste overpowers every bite. Even the accompanying cabbage and salsa couldn't provide a fresh experience, something fish tacos usually do. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eq_pIpHcdXTw7MQi0cOO8t5GTSZZ4LOQbUOlaYR8ly4KVP2HzVM532iTH_g7N0eAyo-ITMSDpp0QoIL8OAPtWmVhi5unZmVO_RqN5OL_HRu2mJHHjLJTjKHEZj2tBW3mz15a_HwM9lA/s1600/La+Esquina+fish+taco+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eq_pIpHcdXTw7MQi0cOO8t5GTSZZ4LOQbUOlaYR8ly4KVP2HzVM532iTH_g7N0eAyo-ITMSDpp0QoIL8OAPtWmVhi5unZmVO_RqN5OL_HRu2mJHHjLJTjKHEZj2tBW3mz15a_HwM9lA/s400/La+Esquina+fish+taco+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466456637404525778" /></a> <br /><br />Served on a 6" taco, the chunk of fish is dwarfed by the tortilla. 6" taco with a 2.5" chunk of meat. Hmmmm. That means 3"s of just shell and cabbage. It's a rather hefty chunk of fish, and could easily be sliced in half to cover the entire surface area, but isn't. Honestly though, based on the taste it's probably better served in limited portions. <br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">Pinche Taqueria's Taco de Pescado</span> </blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggO3CP9zr42DwAOJ3TqS5-TxLJqTWUzbPW7NekBDijXkGniBPMb-O0lP0wFTzViuKf0DKEvcBLhuU6wd9-RZL0290Lcs2grgRmGOtuA5oHdWtZo-1EiGOY1_Wz_F69Or5-S1-Zwm-zyQk/s1600/Pinche+Taqueria+fish+taco.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggO3CP9zr42DwAOJ3TqS5-TxLJqTWUzbPW7NekBDijXkGniBPMb-O0lP0wFTzViuKf0DKEvcBLhuU6wd9-RZL0290Lcs2grgRmGOtuA5oHdWtZo-1EiGOY1_Wz_F69Or5-S1-Zwm-zyQk/s400/Pinche+Taqueria+fish+taco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465998563112281250" /></a> <br /><br />Line caught mahi-mahi served on a slightly smaller tortilla with cabbage, chopped onion, cilantro and a smooth bright green cilantro dressing. Flavors upon flavors. Textures upon textures. The slender piece of fish is lightly fried having a nice crunchy shell. The fish remains moist and flaky. The fried aspect might irk a few, but the enjoyment and satisfaction should make up for your health quirks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDlslG0Nmo2XwTVguAGOgRuxiy_tdGcPlTT-oENNebhmG8AEKbPbtQOJAa_ebjG_nzwECff_61KUGMdQF7xL5KWxPZCcbUIpJkkzw7eMy1jCr6RXV6ynktemRu8cUTkAHBkWlANId2nw/s1600/Pinche+Taqueria+fish+taco2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMDlslG0Nmo2XwTVguAGOgRuxiy_tdGcPlTT-oENNebhmG8AEKbPbtQOJAa_ebjG_nzwECff_61KUGMdQF7xL5KWxPZCcbUIpJkkzw7eMy1jCr6RXV6ynktemRu8cUTkAHBkWlANId2nw/s400/Pinche+Taqueria+fish+taco2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465998555916207074" /></a> <br /><br />As mentioned in previous posts, I'm a sucker for cilantro. It adds a clean, cool dimension. And that's exactly how it went down. Big said it best, <span style="font-style:italic;">Cool as a fan, fish tac in hand...</span> No matter what wonders cilantro can do, I don't think it would have helped Esquina's taco. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1O5bFORAYpVW4UFQdbgd9fbRTrztTH7nSVw-wrAkzvVSru-aci8sSyEwK927YQmJL7swkwFD3QIRCibiwSlmElXVKBjkC56oXX-H1y3YF8r9sJYI48mCcVQCHctMsal5P-fuUDj-H0Wk/s1600/Pinche+Taqueria+Shrimp+taco.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1O5bFORAYpVW4UFQdbgd9fbRTrztTH7nSVw-wrAkzvVSru-aci8sSyEwK927YQmJL7swkwFD3QIRCibiwSlmElXVKBjkC56oXX-H1y3YF8r9sJYI48mCcVQCHctMsal5P-fuUDj-H0Wk/s400/Pinche+Taqueria+Shrimp+taco.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465998547700551842" /></a> <br /><br />As a bonus I got Pinche's taco de camaron. Ocean caught shrimp served in similar fashion to the fish, just not fried. Pleasant flavors but over-cooked. A bit dry. For what it's worth several people mentioned that the Mott St. location executes the scrimp taco better. <br /><br />I like the fact that both spots appear to use fresh, high quality ingredients. Since both places are made to order the wait is usually 5-10 minutes depending on the crowd. But the similarities end there. When it comes to flavor, Pinche is overwhelmingly ahead. El Rey del Taco de Pescados. <br /><br /><iframe width="350" height="275" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=s_d&saddr=114+Kenmare+St,+New+York,+NY+10012&daddr=333+Lafayette+Street,+New+York,+NY&hl=en&geocode=FSZcbQIdReOW-ymxj_HYiFnCiTEFYE88ZmmSiA%3BFUttbQIdLu6W-ylhpRmJj1nCiTF_Y5_COLhFMQ&mra=ls&dirflg=w&sll=40.721446,-73.997499&sspn=0.012148,0.027874&ie=UTF8&ll=40.723645,-73.996105&spn=0.00441,0.00277&output=embed"></iframe><br /><small><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&source=embed&saddr=114+Kenmare+St,+New+York,+NY+10012&daddr=333+Lafayette+Street,+New+York,+NY&hl=en&geocode=FSZcbQIdReOW-ymxj_HYiFnCiTEFYE88ZmmSiA%3BFUttbQIdLu6W-ylhpRmJj1nCiTF_Y5_COLhFMQ&mra=ls&dirflg=w&sll=40.721446,-73.997499&sspn=0.012148,0.027874&ie=UTF8&ll=40.723645,-73.996105&spn=0.00441,0.00277" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left">View Larger Map</a></small><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt">La Esquina Taqueria</span> (A)<br />114 Kenmare St. on corner of Centre St. <br />NY, NY 10012 <br />646-613-1333 <br />Mon - Sun 12 pm - 1:30 am <br /><a href="http://www.esquinanyc.com/menu_taq.php"target="_blank">www.laesquinanyc.com</a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt">Pinche Taqueria</span> (B)<br />333 Lafayette St. off Bleeker St.<br />NY, NY 10012<br />212-343-9977<br />Sun - Thurs 10:30 am - 11 pm<br />Fri- Sat 10:30 am - 12 am<br /><a href="http://www.pinchetaqueria.us/"target="_blank">www.pinchetaqueria.us</a>HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-88491387477556632572010-04-19T17:20:00.005-04:002011-03-13T22:37:11.289-04:00H is for H.B.I.C.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtBctNRhzyMmSvIpeq9cnDiGPKrU3ennWNWmnSXixjAC-EBSsGdm9dBXrmZyAzVF-7vmV9V4DKc10MqDr7IW1IUnxAhK-xmYNrpq-YTqo6M_siY5oP6Di-HnsS6xxvZRNHa5iIYO3hAE/s1600/Letter+H+Pendant.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtBctNRhzyMmSvIpeq9cnDiGPKrU3ennWNWmnSXixjAC-EBSsGdm9dBXrmZyAzVF-7vmV9V4DKc10MqDr7IW1IUnxAhK-xmYNrpq-YTqo6M_siY5oP6Di-HnsS6xxvZRNHa5iIYO3hAE/s400/Letter+H+Pendant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461686639592730594" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The H rocks 40" cables, eating black label, My chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Mobb Deep- Quiet Storm</span><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11091440-f53" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11091440-f53" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br />Aw man homie. This blogging shit is not a game. You knew it was inevitable. Shirts, hats, plaques, signs, belt buckles, carpets, rings, pendants, tattoos, name changes, etc. This was no accident. Heading back from Opening Day, <span style="font-style:italic;">THE YANKEES WIN!! THE YAAAAAAANKEES WIN!!</span>, I came across the H on diamonds. It just so happened to be directly behind the BX12 bus stop (see the reflection). Had time to kill so I'm peeping the jewels. You know, the same old bullshit- gaudy iced out watches, Jesus pieces, a variety of chains, some G-Shocks, rings, bracelets and so on. Sandwiched between a bodega and 99 cent store. I wouldn't call it high-end. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZuBubl2Mas5jD-yo7VqAuLT05E66mfrtkon_64kbaC2nKeSHutJD6H4iZ23UdchuJ-wh9uHrv7ThFo-SLazJr_XFU1omgZOf6ChmbvfpstZlb9hLcKIMPQLfKm1JszR06HHyu1_w3QI/s1600/Letter+H+Charm.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZuBubl2Mas5jD-yo7VqAuLT05E66mfrtkon_64kbaC2nKeSHutJD6H4iZ23UdchuJ-wh9uHrv7ThFo-SLazJr_XFU1omgZOf6ChmbvfpstZlb9hLcKIMPQLfKm1JszR06HHyu1_w3QI/s400/Letter+H+Charm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460450451669467426" /></a><br /><br />Huh? What? An H piece? For real? In all my years of truck jewelry window shopping I can't recall seeing that H. H-ayzeus, but no H. Ya dig? Speaking of which, the H was sitting between a script J and a Jesus piece. J for Judas maybe? I'm not even trying to get biblical. No higher meaning necessary. What cat sold this back to this place? H-ector, H-orhay. I'm thinking it was a Spanish dude. Just a H-unch. How many bags of H-eron were sold to furnish that piece? Doesn't matter, the blood has already been washed. At least that's what I'll think to remove the guilt once I purchase the fucking thing. I was in front of the store again Sunday following yet another Yankees victory. But you already knew that. The intentions of inquiring about the price were there, but the bus came, and with Sunday MTA schedules I didn't want to risk it. I'll be back shortly. Turns out there's an African restaurant I want to hit several blocks south on Jerome Ave. so we might 1-2 punch it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBrWJoxOSs_Sa_wCDL1BcZCccw41Q-ow6_NP83LndJ-F07G02R3eWol25vSMgQhu4dtSwNkYA-eSgzqBCN8AE9cu7G9QWqeUQVFhGiUFfIGVqS9WAXAdeTpnTJ4XzupnKO3A9amL5XHc/s1600/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBrWJoxOSs_Sa_wCDL1BcZCccw41Q-ow6_NP83LndJ-F07G02R3eWol25vSMgQhu4dtSwNkYA-eSgzqBCN8AE9cu7G9QWqeUQVFhGiUFfIGVqS9WAXAdeTpnTJ4XzupnKO3A9amL5XHc/s400/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461696666037974146" /></a><br /><br />When dealing with baby princess cut diamonds in a platinum setting I can't just throw any H fitted out there. We need some majestic shit. I believe the above cap fits the bill and then some. Baby H-ippo skin dyed in teal extracts from the H-imalyan H-ighlands. I know, this shit sounds crazy, but I couldn't even make this up if I tried. I don't even know how this bad boy made it through customs. Baby hippo poaching is illegal. It's sad.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRa_VGK_OGdfMMJCnea8qb1PRXGrULJox5LtrJLqNlZVe_wTwozh327WNtVJjFTlZrrHabh2xrDJgyg25wXooWgvpycPI9nVfm3RnbbVT2ZIXaXri6E8YF3gq4qEC_dJHXT6R9d-Iqw4/s1600/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+closeup.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRa_VGK_OGdfMMJCnea8qb1PRXGrULJox5LtrJLqNlZVe_wTwozh327WNtVJjFTlZrrHabh2xrDJgyg25wXooWgvpycPI9nVfm3RnbbVT2ZIXaXri6E8YF3gq4qEC_dJHXT6R9d-Iqw4/s400/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461696663236260930" /></a><br /><br />Found this in the mail about a month ago after a h-omegirl from the West Side looked out for the kid. Another <a href="http://www.halloffameltd.com/home.html"target="_blank">Hall of Fame</a> <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-howfresh.html"target="_blank">"Mighty H"</a> creation. The Zeus-like lightning bolt, <span style="font-style:italic;">backyard speak with thunder...</span> Peep the detail. Very soft to the touch, as baby hippos are. The stitch- hand done by master tailors in H-ollywood. The attention to detail is unparalleled. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGorlTW-KAUzzVWgvOC_lrvKI6vOn3VzGnajIseAZBecA5fpJPSmmNVkzcAs4wfOMul17OXUwDVv7yoFX3puQQzi-OLmhyphenhyphenqvIDux3azCJwwKegszsMQV4fUPHvSO-yaCdkYTifqG7Lj9Y/s1600/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+closeup+H.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGorlTW-KAUzzVWgvOC_lrvKI6vOn3VzGnajIseAZBecA5fpJPSmmNVkzcAs4wfOMul17OXUwDVv7yoFX3puQQzi-OLmhyphenhyphenqvIDux3azCJwwKegszsMQV4fUPHvSO-yaCdkYTifqG7Lj9Y/s400/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+closeup+H.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461696655548357538" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkcz3_Qx2PcHLaCooPHksWQxey2hIXa7rUhd262fLuWFDPyFWF1PtSiAFMH3wEjfcEoOJhD369lzgdib-3Uzat-d2x_okAXK0vaR0nacspPOpYowyJwiVUdwDwVUubvoMPLktAn2xtN8/s1600/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+2nd+Sucks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkcz3_Qx2PcHLaCooPHksWQxey2hIXa7rUhd262fLuWFDPyFWF1PtSiAFMH3wEjfcEoOJhD369lzgdib-3Uzat-d2x_okAXK0vaR0nacspPOpYowyJwiVUdwDwVUubvoMPLktAn2xtN8/s400/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+2nd+Sucks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461696649111604194" /></a><br /><br />Not just looking fly, but feeling good. Words of encouragement on the dome piece. By laws of osmosis the idea that 2nd Place Sucks will permeate into the membrane. I can't lose with this one.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu020knSJd60u5rxw1XwkrPso0HvSXKejPF_yKQ1llD8VT6nyxS8v74NE1PVelCJpufiJPQXSPp7hqBUHL2WwshN2sNT_twvosLOONuo3xMtA4ar3MZ6ajpU1m-T2GQEvFGdkE3g6BbGM/s1600/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+inside.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu020knSJd60u5rxw1XwkrPso0HvSXKejPF_yKQ1llD8VT6nyxS8v74NE1PVelCJpufiJPQXSPp7hqBUHL2WwshN2sNT_twvosLOONuo3xMtA4ar3MZ6ajpU1m-T2GQEvFGdkE3g6BbGM/s400/Hall+of+Fame+Teal+H+cap+inside.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461696640339634658" /></a><br /><br />Silk lining? Indeed. Thai silkworms working hard for the kid.HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-24745879299763556472010-04-09T16:37:00.006-04:002010-04-09T16:57:05.303-04:00Crustacean Nation Stand Up!! The 2010 Crawfish NY Boil.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_qsiMrKpIkllTBmaDV-vS3styyY13JBX_SGpCbfSJ2whPZNip_ObJ3pORksbEFmXXOQeTEsSbUeE7fvhQGbRf2OpC1QcAv3BrNseq3SSsYw3obFbFrmLr9VE2HH-S1JTMElXb8VBJUc/s1600/Crawfish+NY+Boil+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_qsiMrKpIkllTBmaDV-vS3styyY13JBX_SGpCbfSJ2whPZNip_ObJ3pORksbEFmXXOQeTEsSbUeE7fvhQGbRf2OpC1QcAv3BrNseq3SSsYw3obFbFrmLr9VE2HH-S1JTMElXb8VBJUc/s400/Crawfish+NY+Boil+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458230847007507922" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I get the boil boiling...</span><br /><br />I love crawfish, beer, outdoor events, and spring in NYC. You love reading this blog. Therefore it would only make sense that you love what I love. Transitive property thinking in FULL EFFECT. But this time, rather than talk about what happened, with vivid photos and witty commentary (<span style="font-style:italic;">tell me I'm lying</span>), why don't you come along and experience it for yourself. You don't need to wear an H cap or have any Cam on your ipod (though preferable) to rock with the kid. Just make sure Saturday, May 15th is free from 4 pm - 8 pm for the <a href="http://www.crawfishny.org/main/events"target="_blank">2010 Crawfish NY Boil</a>, <s>arguably</s> the best outdoor food event held in NYC. Big Apple BBQ block party gets it in, but this is on the water, less crowded, there are no lines, and money is raised for a worthwhile cause. And there are crawfish, crawfish and more crawfish. Just look at that photo above. Taken at the '09 extravaganza. Buttahfingas.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPeJdHMG8A7_AkirFokdF2_Uz6cv8rGBP73k5MmNjaBh1GtTcuxVlNKjjiZ3kx9ArgkJ3Br4_7gmffL1b9nRmePFvuCI-QxK5t1Hu1seS10qsbLaba_eR66NzPB2E8TqrEfiJL-pVNtM/s1600/Crawfish+NY+logo.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPeJdHMG8A7_AkirFokdF2_Uz6cv8rGBP73k5MmNjaBh1GtTcuxVlNKjjiZ3kx9ArgkJ3Br4_7gmffL1b9nRmePFvuCI-QxK5t1Hu1seS10qsbLaba_eR66NzPB2E8TqrEfiJL-pVNtM/s400/Crawfish+NY+logo.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457834437718758546" /></a><br /><br />SolarOne is the location, just south of 23rd and the FDR. People will be looking at you while you mutilate these little mudbugs, jealous they can't partake in the festivities. Beat it suckas!!! Please don't throw the empty carcasses at them. We're better than that. You can curse at them though. All we have to pray for is a beautiful day. Sun, lots of it, and a slight breeze blowing 5-7 mph NW. That's not too much to ask for. $75 gets you at least 4 table loads of crawfish (this was more than enough, basically all you can eat), as well as all the Six Points brew and Hurricanes one can imbibe. If Saturday doesn't work for you, <span style="font-style:italic;">it's about to go down...</span> on Sunday too. If we're lucky we might even see some cats spitting Kanye lyrics at the East River mini-waves. I couldn't make that shit up if I tried. <span style="font-weight:bold;">THESE TICKETS SELL OUT FAST SO ACT QUICK.</span> To purchase tickets or for more info click <a href="http://www.crawfishny.org/main/events"target="_blank">HERE</a> or check below: <br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">CRAWFISH BOIL FOR A SONG 2010<br /><br />Crawfish NY presents our 5th annual crawfish boil fundraising event!<br /><br />This year we will be raising money for the organization, Kids Need A Melody, dedicated to providing free music classes, instruments and concerts to young children living in the shelter system.<br /><br />This epic two day crawfish extravaganza will take place at, SolarOne, a gorgeous outdoor venue on the East River at 22nd Street.<br /><br />Each day we will be shipping up over 1,000 lbs of live crawfish and cooking them up at the party with potatoes, corn, mushrooms, garlic, onions, and sausage. All washed down with ice cold SIX POINT BREWERY BEER and NEW ORLEANS HURRICANES.<br /><br />Come join us and eat crawfish for a cause!<br /><br />Tickets are $75 and must be purchased in advance. There are only a limited number of tickets available so buy now:<br /><br />SATURDAY, MAY 15* FROM 4-8PM @ SOLAR1, 2420 FDR Drive South<br />*RAINDATE SATURDAY MAY 22 – NO REFUNDS, NO EXCEPTIONS!!! <br /><br />SUNDAY, MAY 16* FROM 3-7PM @ SOLAR1, 2420 FDR DRIVE SOUTH<br />*RAINDATE SUNDAY MAY 23 – NO REFUNDS, NO EXCEPTIONS!!! <br /><br />TO PURCHASE TICKETS CLICK <a href="http://www.crawfishny.org/main/events"target="-blank">HERE</a>.</span></blockquote><br /><br />Giddy to the tiddy!! LET'S DO THIS!!HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-6115444131484232952010-04-06T02:45:00.006-04:002010-04-06T22:36:56.713-04:00I do the Recruiting, I Tutor the Students... Cam'ron @ Highline Ballroom 3/31/10.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFEXXcznoJho0VpklevthEgVBbWWlHHtBi8eXuoX2KE4rjo138qT3lJPnhz0qBwQH5Tw0e8pkrtOJjjhlbJlixKUyvz1i3rmSQ9s5rYbDpgeuGOHvLOPlGifveVwtzCvnA_UMMyZ6b_k/s1600/Cam+%40+Highline+XXL+33110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFEXXcznoJho0VpklevthEgVBbWWlHHtBi8eXuoX2KE4rjo138qT3lJPnhz0qBwQH5Tw0e8pkrtOJjjhlbJlixKUyvz1i3rmSQ9s5rYbDpgeuGOHvLOPlGifveVwtzCvnA_UMMyZ6b_k/s400/Cam+%40+Highline+XXL+33110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455604481647279346" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I nurture their brains, I'm moving the movement...</span><br /><br />You might've heard there was an XXL Freshmen of 2010 show at Highline Ballroom this past Wednesday, but all I know is that I was at a Killa concert. <span style="font-style:italic;">Young rappers need teaching...</span> Yeah, a group of cats performed, more or less internet fan-boy artists, but I was too busy sipping my cabernet to pay them any mind. Seriously? Who drinks '08 cab at a Cam show. Walk with me people.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXvZjuCxVuGG7iPPaOgcR4ZYdkARTzIBMvf1F2GL5EwbmkaQ07SR90YTGWpnaJ_pB9HQFuIPdNYZGUnNGlFtOSqutlkXsKNfqKtNrhMV3145nUxBsJq-czxbnbBde0DT21jtTOhh2TmE/s1600/Cabernet+at+Cam+show.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRXvZjuCxVuGG7iPPaOgcR4ZYdkARTzIBMvf1F2GL5EwbmkaQ07SR90YTGWpnaJ_pB9HQFuIPdNYZGUnNGlFtOSqutlkXsKNfqKtNrhMV3145nUxBsJq-czxbnbBde0DT21jtTOhh2TmE/s400/Cabernet+at+Cam+show.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456332917613776210" /></a><br /><br />It felt like Tramps circa '96. You know, standing around for hours, waiting for the main event. I hated it then and I despise it now. But there was a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. No rainbow. Haha. I had to laugh. Plus with the all the fuckery among the crowd, amusement was available at the drop of a dime. What kind of amusement? How about this one. I really mean it...<br /><br />Some cat engages me in the following exchange as he walks to the bar:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>Dude: Who's up next?<br /><br />Me: No clue.<br /><br />Dude: I think it's Donnis.<br /><br />Me: No clue.<br /><br />(Through speakers DJ screams Donnis up next)<br /><br />Dude: I told you it was Donnis. You owe me a drink.<br /><br />Me: No doubt. Next time.<br /><br />Dude: You don't like him?<br /><br />Me: Never heard of him. I'm here to see Cam.<br /><br />Dude: Ahh. Which crew you like more Skull Gang or U.N.?<br /><br />Me: Don't give a shit. Whichever Cam is part of.<br /><br />Dude: OK. You want a drink?<br /><br />Me: No thanks. I'm good.<br /><br />Dude: You sure? Want a beer?<br /><br />Me: Nah, I'm cool.<br /><br />(puts arm around my shoulder)<br /><br />Dude: I like you. (several second pause, as in silence) No homo.<br /><br />Me: Thanks. No homo.</blockquote></span><br /><br />Who says that? Aside from this retard. He was a hot mess. Trying to give me a pound every time he walked past. <span style="font-style:italic;">Leave me alone, let me just live my life...</span> So apropos. Fams, back up off me, give me room to breathe. Best believe I will take him up on that drink offer if I ever see him again though. No ho... At least he didn't tell me he loved me as he did my man's homegirl. I think they had their first date tonight. Right Yooj?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxoSBvrOB1gaLERbNQer_6GAWtWtQ3codi3LuhOM4IMvsVLO51ERARbm6mnNSZLOCbcdqFnQkardcoCWGU06qA64yl8k4dtZzzgOQgTYAL0nrDa7sxvcGa9JtDTwpLhKhLzaR6EKq7y0/s1600/Cam+and+Vado+%40+Highline+XXL+33110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpxoSBvrOB1gaLERbNQer_6GAWtWtQ3codi3LuhOM4IMvsVLO51ERARbm6mnNSZLOCbcdqFnQkardcoCWGU06qA64yl8k4dtZzzgOQgTYAL0nrDa7sxvcGa9JtDTwpLhKhLzaR6EKq7y0/s400/Cam+and+Vado+%40+Highline+XXL+33110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455604489259116946" /></a><br /><br />I'd say Cam hit the stage around 1 to a full house. PACKED. As my man <a href="http://dallaspenn.com/weblog/"target="_blank">Dallas Penn</a> says, most of the industry shitbags shot for the exit, but who needs them anyway. I don't even know which track he came out to, never heard it before. He was rhyming over his own vocals, which is a concert no-no, but whatevs. Only lyric I remember was <span style="font-style:italic;">"Picture it, vision it, about to drop on ya'll like pigeon shit."</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcINXFd1k_A9_TGa8zV-RTY3xm9UqV7E_msLA26SIsxzi3JqzMZDQDXNqEr_Hz8bYfcFjEcYVtmNsIUi4as4Tsh-VkH6GyAziOH4vcWnPU8WTH9z6ZpPe-zIE2AZDBSGi3HByytiyEqi4/s1600/Vado+%40+Highline+XXL+33110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcINXFd1k_A9_TGa8zV-RTY3xm9UqV7E_msLA26SIsxzi3JqzMZDQDXNqEr_Hz8bYfcFjEcYVtmNsIUi4as4Tsh-VkH6GyAziOH4vcWnPU8WTH9z6ZpPe-zIE2AZDBSGi3HByytiyEqi4/s400/Vado+%40+Highline+XXL+33110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455604496317896770" /></a> <br /><br />Vado emerged once Killa spit his shit and the crowd got even more hyped. Of all the new cats, these so-called "freshmen", Vado's probably the dopest of them all. Yeah, I might be sipping some Kool-Aid based on association, but he's been pretty consistent with dropping joints. At least he has an ear for good music. "Large on the Streets" knocks (the '10 version of Big L's "Ebonics) and "No Turning Back" is that gritty NYC Nike boots in dirty snow steez. In hindsight getting <a href="http://www.thisis50.com/profiles/blog/show?id=784568%3ABlogPost%3A19869401&commentId=784568%3AComment%3A19876984&xg_source=activity"target="_blank">snubbed by XXL</a> worked to his advantage. He didn't get lost among the relatively banal newjacks and had Killa as his hype man. No Byrd Lady though. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5ah5Lgvay4mpNGtX0wLCWPrE8KKp993pK153GkaJJEqzlLfRdiiv7Rf44dJSvsy1s_nKzkNdEBsJeMBhvzXyNGXYcTuXziwmmE7pc7i5rXA9eDAA4t_6K3m3OAH0sb4Hv065VDSfEH8/s1600/Chick+who+sang+Cuffin-+Cam+show+%40+XXL+33110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-5ah5Lgvay4mpNGtX0wLCWPrE8KKp993pK153GkaJJEqzlLfRdiiv7Rf44dJSvsy1s_nKzkNdEBsJeMBhvzXyNGXYcTuXziwmmE7pc7i5rXA9eDAA4t_6K3m3OAH0sb4Hv065VDSfEH8/s400/Chick+who+sang+Cuffin-+Cam+show+%40+XXL+33110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455604484617911586" /></a><br /><br />Who is she? I have no clue. Quite intrigued though. Maybe 4' 10". The right side of her head was shaved. Interesting. Check the last video below. Apparently this is the chick that sang on "Cuffin'", a track that I banged heavy in late 2009. It never made the <span style="font-style:italic;">Boss of All Bosses</span> 1 or 2, but that beat had me from get. Yeah, Gucci Mane was on it, but he rhymed last so I just brought it back. <span style="font-style:italic;">"Yo, I get Velveeta, Chain Antarctica...My cheese American, but the cars are foreigner."</span> Double cheese references. Wow. Peep...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cuffin'- Cam'ron ft. Vado & Gucci Mane</span><br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="335" height="28" id="divplaylist"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10966991-0ff" /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10966991-0ff" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjt0WRACQ2v7CuK-doEj6GjfOBJWA-DJSv8i15vdAYVBsKx9SSEZglcSFePiRCp9nimJSGD_xTihSK5oJ4wI5ZDSGcWpsOW_hjwCoG1lEvm35lXyvksFhJ-HD6Ov7Gb9Z3lJKgOqthM-4/s1600/Cam+2+%40+Highline+XXL+3310.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjt0WRACQ2v7CuK-doEj6GjfOBJWA-DJSv8i15vdAYVBsKx9SSEZglcSFePiRCp9nimJSGD_xTihSK5oJ4wI5ZDSGcWpsOW_hjwCoG1lEvm35lXyvksFhJ-HD6Ov7Gb9Z3lJKgOqthM-4/s400/Cam+2+%40+Highline+XXL+3310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455604469281429282" /></a><br /><br />The catalog is deep, but the set was short. You didn't feel gypped, just wanted more. Following Vado's set Killa set it off with "I Really Mean It." That's some grand opening, grand closing shit right there. Bananas. In no particular order he ran through "Wet Wipes", "Suck it or Not", "Get it in Ohio", "Dipset Anthem", "Down and Out", "Cuffin'" and I can't recall any other joints. No "Amber Lamps" though. "Sorry" neither. All swell god, no love lost ock.<br /><br />Peep video I took below. Some is too bass heavy, and at times the camera shakes, but that's how I dooooos it. I hate recording anyway, but it's a necessary evil. The "Cuffin'" footage is courtesy of xmiltonx. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />I Really Mean It</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pXESqIQvWs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5pXESqIQvWs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wet Wipes</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecQhkY-q208&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecQhkY-q208&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Dipset Anthem</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbwx7w04KsQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbwx7w04KsQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Suck it or Not</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJig6lS3Org&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJig6lS3Org&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Cuffin'</span><br /><object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqMpKBLaW2o&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqMpKBLaW2o&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object>HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-43186981373589416052010-04-03T14:32:00.003-04:002010-04-05T11:58:35.704-04:00Deli 2.0- The Canadian Version- Mile End Brooklyn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHHt4Ee9SqZFgfHkDJPuueZUaNywKSCyliod_sC4bP52m_AZ9YAwKnVFI5yDc4EdMk10gZWlH_TQOq4BBgxdOPOHBORxsAAGiuFDjmgxVPJjy8Hr8FXiqT5XiC7jtmVrCqut5LpqL52g/s1600/Mile+End+BK+Smoked+Meat++Sandwich+closeup.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHHt4Ee9SqZFgfHkDJPuueZUaNywKSCyliod_sC4bP52m_AZ9YAwKnVFI5yDc4EdMk10gZWlH_TQOq4BBgxdOPOHBORxsAAGiuFDjmgxVPJjy8Hr8FXiqT5XiC7jtmVrCqut5LpqL52g/s400/Mile+End+BK+Smoked+Meat++Sandwich+closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454540458641619042" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">While I'm not allowed to eat bread and other things during these holy days, I can damn sure write about it and relive those fond starchy memories. 4 days left. It's nothing...</span><br /><br />Brooklyn again? Aw yeah, again and again. I'm already peeping the rental listings. One day I'll be singing with Roy Ayers. Yeah, aiiiiiight. Stop it 5.<br /><br />I love Jewish deli. Unfortunately they are a dwindling breed. Then a beacon of hope was delivered. David Sax's <a href="http://www.savethedeli.com/"target="_blank">Save the Deli</a> mentioned the introduction of Montreal deli to NYC. <span style="font-style:italic;">I'm on the West side of Brooklyn, looking for a bustdown,... throw my 2 arms up, touchdown!!</span> It was deemed the <a href="http://nymag.com/bestofny/food/2010/deli/"target="_blank">Best Deli of 2010 from New York Magazine</a> and it was this blurb from NYM that got me hook, line and sinker. I'm a sucker for certain buzz words. "Locavore". "Fresh ingredients." "In-house." I'm too easy. And I quote:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><blockquote>"Mile End, the barely open, instantly overrun Canadian-Brooklyn oddball, has already, in its infancy, reinvented the venerable form. This is a deli for locavores, a deli for the next generation of deli lovers, with a respect for tradition contemporized by a rare premium on great, fresh ingredients, cooked from scratch, smoked and pickled in-house, served with an unfamiliar (in the deli world, anyway) smile." </blockquote></span><br />Last time I was in Montreal, it wasn't for the pastrami. That said, I never experienced this northern smoked meat phenomenon. Personally, if I never ate a pastrami sandwich (or something similar) prepared by somebody not named <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/06/pastrami-dreams-finally-come-to.html"target="_blank">Katz's</a> I'd be fine. But I'm always down to try something new so I set sail towards Boerum Hill. It was a beautiful day and the idea of eating deli in the park was quite appealing.<br /><br />Smoked meat and pastrami are different, even though they look fairly similar. From what I can deduce, smoked meat is dry rubbed and cured while pastrami is prepared with a brine and steamed longer. But the argument goes much deeper than that. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJ9yhejrranYmDAJjFa1JmCmvhyI1Ow-wHlh5TLIFg4cDvdkb-SR9yu595_tIeFj_SvNU-iKKUev0_wJwnEVy4EknbooOgRebHvnVs1BRWOsg1EMJ_EjNiwO-qZ2DJiPdjDJdU5OVfV0/s1600/Mile+End+BK+Smoked+Meat++Sandwich.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJ9yhejrranYmDAJjFa1JmCmvhyI1Ow-wHlh5TLIFg4cDvdkb-SR9yu595_tIeFj_SvNU-iKKUev0_wJwnEVy4EknbooOgRebHvnVs1BRWOsg1EMJ_EjNiwO-qZ2DJiPdjDJdU5OVfV0/s400/Mile+End+BK+Smoked+Meat++Sandwich.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454540450646681458" /></a><br /><br />Upon first bite of the Smoked Meat sandwich I noticed much stronger hints of pepper and garlic than accustomed to. Far from overbearing, I'm just used to a bit more saltiness. The meat is also drier than a typical NY pastrami sandwich, but that is due in part to the curing and smoking process. I liked it. The rye bread held up, thanks to the lack of excess moistness. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKHXIYUanSoeQb0goWnQwPLVDQ6RuoqdUit5eOdQjiXaFFYsKdSeh09cgpUxuCuqDj1dN6Q-8E_sUfDbVVb4AJ3i6ghGyomPyJpifYUBZBURirfnjZl4MJ3jTZywCYE9PHydINMhZRmQ/s1600/Mile+End+BK+Smoked+Meat+fat.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKHXIYUanSoeQb0goWnQwPLVDQ6RuoqdUit5eOdQjiXaFFYsKdSeh09cgpUxuCuqDj1dN6Q-8E_sUfDbVVb4AJ3i6ghGyomPyJpifYUBZBURirfnjZl4MJ3jTZywCYE9PHydINMhZRmQ/s400/Mile+End+BK+Smoked+Meat+fat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454540439783660274" /></a><br /><br />Seeing some extra fat on the meat always favors well in my book. Don't be scared of the fat people, it's all natural. For $8, this sandwich is a bargain. Don't forget about the ingredients, all natural, pastured Creekstone Farms brisket prepared on premises. <span style="font-style:italic;">(Side note- <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/24/dining/24beef.html"target="_blank">HERE's</a> an interesting article in the Times about Creekstone from 2 weeks ago.)</span> I'd say the bread measures around 5" side to side, so it's not the largest sandwich, but at 2" tall it makes up for the limited reach.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ftDLsscDHRiz-imNAs3ffEp3k6f2bVjQnlqjepdsrD1Thl7haVDlkMypg_hLNoie5x965FaOY4RQwF4ooL6b9q6C3VvRCiMQsJW97Xr855GC7NA6iBvaKRwz02JRRF_Up7vGuElRLXw/s1600/Mile+End+BK+Ruth+Wilensky+Salami+sandwich+closeup.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ftDLsscDHRiz-imNAs3ffEp3k6f2bVjQnlqjepdsrD1Thl7haVDlkMypg_hLNoie5x965FaOY4RQwF4ooL6b9q6C3VvRCiMQsJW97Xr855GC7NA6iBvaKRwz02JRRF_Up7vGuElRLXw/s400/Mile+End+BK+Ruth+Wilensky+Salami+sandwich+closeup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454540418791242514" /></a><br /><br />You didn't think I just got 1 sandwich? I never know the next time I'll be back. Up next was the Ruth Wilensky ($7), a salami sandwich pressed on an onion roll with mustard. This too is made with Creekstone Farm- a brisket/short rib blend, hand stuffed, and smoked over oak for 7 hours. Full disclosure, I prefer soft salami to hard, namely Hebrew National. (Fuck your pause). Way more panini-ish than expected and spice out the noodle. For real for real. I wasn't expecting that. This joint brought it. Dry too. But that's how Montreal keeps it. With the smoked meat at least. This didn't do it for How and will not be ordered again. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidShI8Eba1iawjRtvWmCdzGnDdK3RT2KACMzaXduqh5wWVf2tZeVWzYIgAVH5xcBcSO6jfQUuJwCLESmmu3D_-v65yuVZrwmIT8zO1oSiwT2ukrDaHHbr5flpgFhu1lU_pXr9FelKSRvg/s1600/Mile+End+BK+homemade+pickle.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidShI8Eba1iawjRtvWmCdzGnDdK3RT2KACMzaXduqh5wWVf2tZeVWzYIgAVH5xcBcSO6jfQUuJwCLESmmu3D_-v65yuVZrwmIT8zO1oSiwT2ukrDaHHbr5flpgFhu1lU_pXr9FelKSRvg/s400/Mile+End+BK+homemade+pickle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538508816178450" /></a><br /><br />I couldn't say no to the house cured pickle ($1.50). It's sort of a necessity when getting biz with a deli sandwich. It wasn't sliced, which would have been preferred, but good nonetheless. This was moist. And crisp. Not as strong as a sour, tougher than a half sour. Let's call it the 75%er. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtp2ylQTVvPL9tmV-YrnPhltVTwLkwihW5QIGeY1sigadbFykB8gQQX9vlxa0v8qHz4cN5BE0ZwBavsnSHyAX6EvqrIG0t8HlyVItqAc8TGLO3rFFfVqGlOga4A5ELAtoV0tHxFp8xes/s1600/Virgil's+Black+Cherry+Cream+Soda.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtp2ylQTVvPL9tmV-YrnPhltVTwLkwihW5QIGeY1sigadbFykB8gQQX9vlxa0v8qHz4cN5BE0ZwBavsnSHyAX6EvqrIG0t8HlyVItqAc8TGLO3rFFfVqGlOga4A5ELAtoV0tHxFp8xes/s400/Virgil's+Black+Cherry+Cream+Soda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454538515335403826" /></a><br /><br />Where's the Dr. Brown you ask? Come on bredren, this ain't Deli 101. We in 2.0 Beta version fams. Slight Bizarro deli. But Mile End doesn't wander too far from the blueprint and hits you with the Virgil's natural Black Cherry Cream Soda ($2.50). Micro brewed with black cherry and vanilla beans. What did I tell you about using that fancy language. I'm powerless. They also offer root beer and cream. <br /><br />I love what they're doing here. Even though I was 1 for 2 with their wares, I'll most definitely be back to try the other options off the very limited menu. I really want to try the turkey sandwich. And I don't even like turkey. A friend of mine lives fairly close and has eaten there several times in their short existence. I trust him. Be aware that breakfast and lunch follow very strict time frames. 8am till noon is breakfast items, Montreal bagels, lox (wild king salmon!!), etc. B'fast will be tough before I catch that sublet. At noon the big boys come out and are usually depleted by 4pm. The place is fairly small with limited seating and a counter table. Friendly service. But it's Canadian so you knew that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt">Mile End</span><br />97A Hoyt Street<br />Brooklyn, NY 11217<br />718-852-7510<br /><a href="http://www.mileendbrooklyn.com/"target="_blank">www.mileendbrooklyn.com</a><br />Mon - Fri 8 am - 4 pm (call for food availability)<br />Sat - Sun 10 am - 4 pm<br />Subway:<br />F, G to Bergen<br />A, C, G to Hoyt-Schermerhorn<br />2, 3 to HoytHowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3211644326077511851.post-4556619829345888702010-03-24T14:06:00.002-04:002010-03-25T13:18:42.464-04:00HowfreshEats: "I Had Intimate Relations With Pies -N-Thighs."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRu6il78-KUMddypxS84QreDzOdmaLvIyu0gQErlxdlmVyUQWdkl_4N8khdWvf8nd8_yB_9Bh0_hsWaLH9dJ3b3dFRCug7gdaTj4z1EhMIT1Am_oXTEhUWjte6Nb6e_AEQ0I4CLxNbF1k/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+fried+chicken+legs.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRu6il78-KUMddypxS84QreDzOdmaLvIyu0gQErlxdlmVyUQWdkl_4N8khdWvf8nd8_yB_9Bh0_hsWaLH9dJ3b3dFRCug7gdaTj4z1EhMIT1Am_oXTEhUWjte6Nb6e_AEQ0I4CLxNbF1k/s400/Piesnthighs+fried+chicken+legs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447497353739633154" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Even in the throes of this confession I found myself sitting in one of the stools on a mid week night. I had to get it out of my system one last time. Thank goodness this chicken don't text. Tiger knows.</span><br /><br />It's true. <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2010/03/exposed-howfresheats-3-day-love-affair.html"target="_blank">I can't dispute the evidence.</a> Those thick thighs and sweet pies made me stray. I was in Williamsburg 3 days in a row from March 5 through the 7th. Not too deep in the Burg, close enough that an escape via the Bridge was easy money. That escape route is necessary. At first it was harmless. Just a meal with with the boys before a night out in the Planet of BK. It made sense. Party in BK, so might as well grub in BK. But I had no clue what I was entering. For the record, I have no regrets. Yeah, I said it.<br /><br />Before closing their doors back in January of 2008 Pies-N-Thighs achieved mythical status. Apparently this was the go-to for southern food up north. A year and a half later members of the PnT team set up shop at Roberta's in Bushwick slinging fried chicken out the back door. Finally in early March of this year, they reopened in the shadows of the bridge. I had the Willyburg boycott on heavy rotation for years so it was all a dream. But I matured and sanctions were lifted so I made it my business to venture southeast towards the Hipster Hamlet. Don't tell that to Bushwick.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxp2gHCwQIToNMJ94UCdsb0F5tQ0iuH4WOZVE_5_lWGybmo0Rexvdv_WzgF2-tJRN9d4zvF6NQwOZcDYHWMofb3kTTlVfjnzxh12ULOOnANtDxUToSob-pjSePApismEUC2Wk4Y59t38/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+fried+chicken+bite.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghxp2gHCwQIToNMJ94UCdsb0F5tQ0iuH4WOZVE_5_lWGybmo0Rexvdv_WzgF2-tJRN9d4zvF6NQwOZcDYHWMofb3kTTlVfjnzxh12ULOOnANtDxUToSob-pjSePApismEUC2Wk4Y59t38/s400/Piesnthighs+fried+chicken+bite.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447494563303874498" /></a><br /><br />It was all about the fried chicken. Everything I read said Big Tings! Having just completed an <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2010/03/like-fried-chicken-they-wing-it-ock.html"target="_blank">independent study at Charles' Country Pan Fried Chicken</a> I was eager to see how PnT measured up. I'm here to enter the world of fried chicken academia. Got to pay to play baby.<br /><br />Aside from seeing some flannels, facial hair and keds I didn't know what to expect. I figured there would be a line but it wasn't bad- maybe 10-15 deep. We were told to order our food and then we would be given a table once some jerks went to go play Buck Hunter. Damn How, easy with the vitriol. Good vibes baby, good vibes. The front room was packed so we thought the wait would be long, but were told there was seating in the back. Drinks and pies were handed over upon payment and hot food was delivered to the table. All food is made to order.<br /><br />Got a table in the back and waited for the food to be served. Took at least 15 minutes to get the grub. Relatively speaking, 15 minutes isn't bad. I think I might have expected things to move quicker, but you live and learn. This was uncharted territory. All good, now I know what to expect. And you do too. Truth be told I was starving and it was tough not to go in on the pie in front of me (banana cream) as well as finish the sweet tea and beer. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEYRPMoOtWnV-w9wMwaA_aZbxmLhOEDlMslI3MpU7Jjf8kxQ5Ils2uEZsJkMk-84jjGS-KXQ2I_Cn-7e6ctpFB__rJnTjaKiDM0XrSFg3UHwQH4sj4XHKmemGMWFjuHYCk6UYRH-aVMM/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+fried+chicken+box+mac+n+cheese3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoEYRPMoOtWnV-w9wMwaA_aZbxmLhOEDlMslI3MpU7Jjf8kxQ5Ils2uEZsJkMk-84jjGS-KXQ2I_Cn-7e6ctpFB__rJnTjaKiDM0XrSFg3UHwQH4sj4XHKmemGMWFjuHYCk6UYRH-aVMM/s400/Piesnthighs+fried+chicken+box+mac+n+cheese3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447491396491590226" /></a><br /><br />I ordered the fried chicken box- 3 pieces of chicken (2 legs and a thigh), 1 side (mac n cheese), and a biscuit ($10). 2 hefty, meaty legs with the thigh to match. Let me say, YOOOOOO. If you know me you get it. If you don't, then YOOOO. This is some serious fried chicken. Crunchy and crispy shell, extremely moist meat and flavor in every bite. Topped off with sea salt flakes. It looked good and tasted better. Delicious. Anybody can make a mean dredge. It's what happens after that, that determines fair or fowl. PnT knows what they're doing. That first bite said it all. The future visits were already in the books. The tarot cards read more trips to BK. The mac n cheese was fine. Not baked, more like the Kraft kind. But that's my shit. If you're a baked mnc snob, you might be disappointed. Speaking of disappointment, let's discuss the biscuit. Mine was cold and partially raw. The only negative from the entire meal. The cornbread more than made up for it. But the chicken, oh the chicken. BK Bowl has nothing on it. WORD IS BOND.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-RcGYGaPkFfc1CyQjz1RzA7rzTxYQDs4ZUM8MS3ePDHvgRAMURQ6W1iueJzApE4GFToAMYck4tZ_O5e57ES9Z-4cYlm5qY9xsRwdadc2cbqU76V9P7XrjmyN6b9O7oClmlwlx_05Vaw/s1600-h/Piesnthighs++fried+catfish.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-RcGYGaPkFfc1CyQjz1RzA7rzTxYQDs4ZUM8MS3ePDHvgRAMURQ6W1iueJzApE4GFToAMYck4tZ_O5e57ES9Z-4cYlm5qY9xsRwdadc2cbqU76V9P7XrjmyN6b9O7oClmlwlx_05Vaw/s400/Piesnthighs++fried+catfish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447491408366781122" /></a><br /><br />In order to smorgasbord it, we strategized. One dude got the fried catfish box ($10)and another got the pulled pork sandwich box ($10). The 4th cat hates eating. I know, a shame. Good dude though. The catfish box consisted of 2 generous sized fillets with 1 side (black eyed peas), a block of cornbread, cole slaw, slices of pickle and a small puddle of homemade tartar sauce. I should be clear that it's all homemade. The catfish was banging. Lightly fried in a thin layer of cornmeal, the fish was extremely flaky and moist. Catfish isn't overpowering, well shouldn't be at least, and here was no exception. Very mild. The dill heavy tartar with the fish made for some very enjoyable eating. The black eyed peas were served cold, caught me off guard at first but decent. Rich and smoky. Didn't try the pulled pork but the way it disappeared with the quickness I'd say it was pretty good. Homeboy gave the nod of approval and proceeded to sip some White Rascal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdoY8tKg3339vuKht8t2LE_u_uiorZGAB_qYJTsyv4bvN96lHeN-jC2JPL6VXVE8wmlXmIeHKX6KeiXVmnNkVFy0VK1kAKzS0pTdK-tG9ZG07-rwIdt1OjJ8rijkK175KQq7qLNmOd10/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+fried+catfish+beans+cornbread.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZdoY8tKg3339vuKht8t2LE_u_uiorZGAB_qYJTsyv4bvN96lHeN-jC2JPL6VXVE8wmlXmIeHKX6KeiXVmnNkVFy0VK1kAKzS0pTdK-tG9ZG07-rwIdt1OjJ8rijkK175KQq7qLNmOd10/s400/Piesnthighs+fried+catfish+beans+cornbread.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447491412642441346" /></a><br /> <br />So we've handled our business and just shooting the shit letting everything digest when I hear the waitress come through the door and scream my name. <span style="font-style:italic;">Say my name, say my name...</span> Apparently some extra food was ordered and the lovely PnT ladies thought we would appreciate it. You damn right. She brought over 2 plates- 1 catfish box with baked beans and 2 extra sides, mac n cheese and cole slaw. Mind you, we still had pie. Fuck that- we fat fucking it. But it's fish so it's light- right? What more is there to say. As if the chicken wasn't enough to put a ring on it (heavy with the Beyonce today), free food?? I'm smitten. I'll paint toenails. Braid hair. Whatever.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_V9Tx5OwGL5doDXhe81-rqOnYo2HOT33t3HgeBcUKeAF5SSPFVWUsKp52ePJcPECt3XQpKrmGjGyb5fytkg0vkNU0URtH84Z6qDZcgepmsHmXuAKpFlbQhdvvUR0sKdVMkZ2bz4lqsQ/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+catfish+and+grits+brunch.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_V9Tx5OwGL5doDXhe81-rqOnYo2HOT33t3HgeBcUKeAF5SSPFVWUsKp52ePJcPECt3XQpKrmGjGyb5fytkg0vkNU0URtH84Z6qDZcgepmsHmXuAKpFlbQhdvvUR0sKdVMkZ2bz4lqsQ/s400/Piesnthighs+catfish+and+grits+brunch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495730059363682" /></a><br /><br />So it's a done deal that I'm heading back on Saturday. Not even a question. My boy was visiting from DC and he was trying to get his BK Trini bake and doubles on (I'll reserve that for a later post) so BK made sense. I'm all about slaying 2 birdies with one stone and that's how it went down. The game plan was fish and grits. Mornings was fish and grits ($9). <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYiFTkB5pVs"target="_blank">Jada fucks with hash browns</a>, this is how I gets down. But you don't understand. It was ALL about the fish and grits. Grits are hard to come by in NYC, but if I could order them at any diner/spot in the city instead of potatoes, best believe I would. As my pops says, FDP. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHAfH_3LxYuaTCYDfOqQkp9WXQL8dmuz4vGZEMWKLsYeKNW31EwJYBwdURECGtmabnZAzIcLajQ0GgOO06wqSMzy5xljhu1ynEPYqE93_qyVOE7uTDjmyfeE_Oj1PMmUcR0LaL4TDpjA/s1600/Piesnthighs+Fish+grits+egg.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHAfH_3LxYuaTCYDfOqQkp9WXQL8dmuz4vGZEMWKLsYeKNW31EwJYBwdURECGtmabnZAzIcLajQ0GgOO06wqSMzy5xljhu1ynEPYqE93_qyVOE7uTDjmyfeE_Oj1PMmUcR0LaL4TDpjA/s400/Piesnthighs+Fish+grits+egg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452198282107012722" /></a><br /><br />Threw an over medium egg on top just for GP. Breakfast without an egg might as well be lunch. Same applies to brunch. A little non-spicy tomato salsa on top brought some sweetness. I've already told you the fish was on point. And I just expressed my affinity for grits. That leads to quite the enjoyable dining experience. Though I was full and about to get my salt bake and phoulourie on, pie was a necessity. I refuse to travel far and wide and not slice it up. Coconut cream just because. <br /><br />Brunch and dinner were conquered. A 3rd trip wasn't necessary. But then it happened. Sunday morning and spring came early. I was experiencing sun retardation. Not as in being slow, but as in poor judgment was all around me. Coffee'd up and copping fitteds, shirts, jeans. Life was motherfucking good. Jonesing for a <a href="http://howfresheats.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-fully-lox-ed-and-loaded.html"target="_blank">Russ & Daughters bagel and lox</a>. LESed it to find out half of NYC had the same idea. Line was out the door. Took a number and the thoughts started thinking. <span style="font-style:italic;">I'm downtown. Close to the bridges that connect Brooklyn. One of those bridges is the Williamsburg. Williamsburg is the home of Pies-N-Thighs.</span> Need I go on?? The mind of a maniac. Not one that causes harm to others, just to himself. Someone help me. Please.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpot82nl_xr6nNNyppuF9jfxE98NU2tR9ytbv4y1Z5FLbrQegkOazdXMArTeAMymavJi2JvixIRjQq8OBVmeX81GHckE51Wb4MdmsmbxqxkT0cAJUC1ZPSUWmPgqQW9IfIaQWphrFoSPg/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+brunch+board.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpot82nl_xr6nNNyppuF9jfxE98NU2tR9ytbv4y1Z5FLbrQegkOazdXMArTeAMymavJi2JvixIRjQq8OBVmeX81GHckE51Wb4MdmsmbxqxkT0cAJUC1ZPSUWmPgqQW9IfIaQWphrFoSPg/s400/Piesnthighs+brunch+board.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447495736510284146" /></a><br /><br />The image of the brunch menu popped up in the mentals. Banana short stack (#6). Fried chicken. Sweet. Savory. Etch that shit in stone. All systems go. Line was longer than I would have liked but I endured. Got the corner stool by the window in the back room. The french doors were open and the sunlight was shining bright. Rays hit the kid on some biblical shit. I was holding court in the corner. Excuse me miss, more coffee please.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6BL9HUSniV1TqIeM8Lk1a8nnf7fepM8_80X9b-m9m7HwkkKDzOKsWqbu-F3q6Jijc8urLh41neEmP-h8uyX_YzzBCsru2FXexFYkZ-esp2J2XYsP7H-_xO72HiGJLaQZCxWAU-hOENs/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+banana+pancake+fried+chicken.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6BL9HUSniV1TqIeM8Lk1a8nnf7fepM8_80X9b-m9m7HwkkKDzOKsWqbu-F3q6Jijc8urLh41neEmP-h8uyX_YzzBCsru2FXexFYkZ-esp2J2XYsP7H-_xO72HiGJLaQZCxWAU-hOENs/s400/Piesnthighs+banana+pancake+fried+chicken.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447497353414298690" /></a> <br /><br />Fun fact about the kid, I hate condiments. Condoms too. Hate babies more though. And hivs more than that. But I digress. Point is, I don't need maple syrup on pancakes or waffles, ketchup on a burger, etc. I let the ingredients shine. These banana pancakes illuminated. I was warm on all sides. Solar on one side, banana flap jacks on the other. Hold up- I used a little butter, just to lubricate. Them dry joints can pop early. Just sticking with the theme. Safe sex and banana pancakes. Ya dig?? The combo was better than any bagel and lox sandwich. There was some sort of bliss going on. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iVNM6Qc5EC6aUXxB_cm5_5tI5GW8J7-cIpaEyylhZ1XzyShF1lNlR-5gMguakO5Ee_8mjcbvmm1vfv9ysuqh_zp_1E7rGTVRz0i0gLAOS4lsO7wW4qEoxiHwfBBlUMhqLTkWHmZsm9M/s1600/H+Cap+on+BK+Bridge.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iVNM6Qc5EC6aUXxB_cm5_5tI5GW8J7-cIpaEyylhZ1XzyShF1lNlR-5gMguakO5Ee_8mjcbvmm1vfv9ysuqh_zp_1E7rGTVRz0i0gLAOS4lsO7wW4qEoxiHwfBBlUMhqLTkWHmZsm9M/s400/H+Cap+on+BK+Bridge.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452249695109712946" /></a><br /><br />One would think that 3 days between Pies and Thighs (legs are more like it) would have satiated my desires. And I was doing well. Close to 2 weeks passed. No need to hit BK. Had a lobster roll here, a burger there. I was diversifying. Then the nice weather hit again and I'm on the Brooklyn Bridge, via foot, touristing it the fuck up. Photos on the span. Camera on the hip. <span style="font-style:italic;">"Wait, is that the Statue of Liberty?"</span> Bikers screaming at me for not following the rules. <span style="font-style:italic;">Go fuck yourselves.</span> Smiling. I was fucking smiling. I'm always mean-mug status, but this day I was cheesing. As if I arrived in JFK earlier that day from Anyplace, USA.<br /><br />PnT wasn't on my mind. The Atlantic Chip Shop was but once I was there I figured the G train wasn't too far away. Fast forward I find myself walking down Broadway heading towards the hallowed ground on 4th & Driggs. Dapped my Hasid fam and kept it moving. I told them the food was Kosher style but they still reneged. I lied. Forgive me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfu7RrI07T6ipMtS32rmwkXWfI0mdF6NOwXZLkjmUy4-_dV2RkiVlO4I6d0gC6O8iHbGNBT6yORN-PYQIO4iul_NaOW4WVdbhFOIsJJTMcSTZtoQgC4GkSeoRiTp15AH7blYC4UjA1RAo/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+Fried+Chicken+Box.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfu7RrI07T6ipMtS32rmwkXWfI0mdF6NOwXZLkjmUy4-_dV2RkiVlO4I6d0gC6O8iHbGNBT6yORN-PYQIO4iul_NaOW4WVdbhFOIsJJTMcSTZtoQgC4GkSeoRiTp15AH7blYC4UjA1RAo/s400/Piesnthighs+Fried+Chicken+Box.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451117599837362242" /></a><br /><br />Line was short. Fried chicken box was on the agenda and then I see wings on the menu. Wasn't even a question. Got a stool in the back and waited for the grub. Met a nice local and we chatted it up. A recovering vegetarian mind you. <span style="font-style:italic;">1 for the carnivores.</span> She was eating the wings so I figured she was good money. And she didn't take any offense to my W'burg bashing. Sorry.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvT19rTy_2xOxE9apVaTyLQe3woW0yMa1qrzaO8UMmyMwnK7gwWzzmzHHkrIQqDhuqn9nRCM4pu4B2lgPWBCQLA-4CI73SUcjdCBn4qEgj8-qJB85dTbSLr0cpGmQhPmUR_ofQgdzVGU/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+Wings.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvT19rTy_2xOxE9apVaTyLQe3woW0yMa1qrzaO8UMmyMwnK7gwWzzmzHHkrIQqDhuqn9nRCM4pu4B2lgPWBCQLA-4CI73SUcjdCBn4qEgj8-qJB85dTbSLr0cpGmQhPmUR_ofQgdzVGU/s400/Piesnthighs+Wings.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451117588398903618" /></a><br /><br />Wings were delicious ($5 for 6). Medium sized with a great crunchy exterior. Nice dosage of heat, but not tear-status. Frank's hot sauce? Possibly. Nice chunky blue cheese on the side. I was feeling good.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5i0yzextMD03ivTRZ_BSx3Hp3B9jvKolKaZHtIj_fgaqrvrqcrgO19BUniNGnGthS1xbqrHVjrTLcORo78fUGGUM3JBW0BvffDCRsqcZ0R1O7q4CQf4cLyQvxYkXzKrydnIl58oT4v4/s1600-h/Piesnthighs+Greens.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje5i0yzextMD03ivTRZ_BSx3Hp3B9jvKolKaZHtIj_fgaqrvrqcrgO19BUniNGnGthS1xbqrHVjrTLcORo78fUGGUM3JBW0BvffDCRsqcZ0R1O7q4CQf4cLyQvxYkXzKrydnIl58oT4v4/s400/Piesnthighs+Greens.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451117607240833730" /></a><br /><br />The fried chicken box with biscuit appeared next accompanied by a side of collard greens with smoked pork ($10). Yes, yes, and yes. The biscuit was better this time, baked all the way through. Greens were rich. Very rich. Cooked through, no stringiness, with some kick. Huge tender chunks of pork sitting atop <span style="font-style:italic;">money growing like grass with the mass appeal</span>. I had super big eyes for this meal. <a href="http://tarsieruk.homestead.com/tarsier.html"target="_blank">Tarsier big</a>. After trekking for miles around BK the appetite should have been major. I did my best. Knocked off close to everything with exceptions of half the greens and part of a chicken breast. I can do better, I know I can.<br /><br />Being one not to mix savory and sweet on the plate, I will perpetuate that way of thought here. A pie post will be coming shortly. Believe me when I say I've eaten enough of their baked goodies to give more than ample feedback. Seriously though, after seeing all the lovely images above with witty and insightful commentary, what more do you need to go? Do you have no pulse? No tongue? No teeth? Then just go for the aromas. That good shit. Half a block away you know something special is on the horizon. <br /><br />Oh yeah, the sweet tea ($2.50) is some of the best in the city. Breakfast, lunch and dinner you cannot go wrong. You can only go right. Very right. Put that Weezy, Jeezy and Drizzy on and enter Pies N Theezy...<span style="font-style:italic;">I'm going in, I'm going in...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;font-size:18pt">Pies-N-Thighs</span><br />166 South 4th St. at Driggs<br />Brooklyn, NY 11211<br />347-529-6090<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Monday through Friday</span><br />Breakfast 8-11<br />Lunch 11-4<br />Dinner 5-12<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Saturday & Sunday</span><br />Brunch 10-4<br />Dinner 5-12<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CLOSED EVERY DAY FROM 4PM TO 5PM.</span><br /><a href="http://piesnthighs.tumblr.com/"target="_blank">www.piesnthighs.com</a>HowFreshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16536096606864421887noreply@blogger.com1