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“how much do you want to bet the writer is prime moonface too..”
Rob has a point here. I love when vapid magazines like “New York” or “Time Out” write articles like “The 10 hottest places to be seen in New York” or “The hot emerging neighborhoods”.
Translation: I’m a 27 year-old journalism major who arrived in New York 2 years go. Eventually I’d like to write for the Bible, er, I mean the New York Times. In the meantime, here are the places I go to try to get laid, and here are the neighborhoods that I can afford right now.
6. Chez ‘Stoner
One must experience the selection of hams to give this place its due. Serving most of the menu offerings in a foamy essence of bile, the establishment is clearly the heir to the mantle of molecular gastronomy in the new world. While more El Bulls#@t than El Bulli, it nontheless leaves the foodies craving more.
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Perhaps I’m channeling my inner *Rob* today, but this expression encapsulates why I sometimes find myself hating NYC, even though it’s my home town. If this were an isolated case, who would care? THe problem is that wide swaths of this town are now populated by people who actually take this type of pretentious nonsense seriously.
seriously! it’s rather vile isnt it? how much do you want to bet the writer is prime moonface too..
“how much do you want to bet the writer is prime moonface too..”
Rob has a point here. I love when vapid magazines like “New York” or “Time Out” write articles like “The 10 hottest places to be seen in New York” or “The hot emerging neighborhoods”.
Translation: I’m a 27 year-old journalism major who arrived in New York 2 years go. Eventually I’d like to write for the Bible, er, I mean the New York Times. In the meantime, here are the places I go to try to get laid, and here are the neighborhoods that I can afford right now.
DCB, when I drop wife & kid off at the children museum or picking up mail at my crown heights place, I can swing by to get the brownies.
Very astute, DCB. That would be correct. All good.
From the Pretentious Restaurant List:
6. Chez ‘Stoner
One must experience the selection of hams to give this place its due. Serving most of the menu offerings in a foamy essence of bile, the establishment is clearly the heir to the mantle of molecular gastronomy in the new world. While more El Bulls#@t than El Bulli, it nontheless leaves the foodies craving more.
DH, what single malt did you end up getting for your dad?
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Perhaps I’m channeling my inner *Rob* today, but this expression encapsulates why I sometimes find myself hating NYC, even though it’s my home town. If this were an isolated case, who would care? THe problem is that wide swaths of this town are now populated by people who actually take this type of pretentious nonsense seriously.
seriously! it’s rather vile isnt it? how much do you want to bet the writer is prime moonface too..
*rob*
“THe problem is that wide swaths of this town are now populated by people who actually take this type of pretentious nonsense seriously.”
I really should have everyone over some time for some of my organic grass fed cruelty free Vermont beef.
benson, new place in tribeca called “Compose” selling “dialogue-based” cocktails.
Convo will be short.
Sure M4L. But I am moving to Crown Heights. Isn’t that sort of your Hood?