NY Restaurant List–with the help of Bunny, Gilbix, Gurl Shomstein, Gurl Critchlow

Manhattan

Rudy’s Bar–free hot dogs and they make their own beer, fun for happy hour
627 9th Ave
(between 44th and 45th)
New York, NY 10036-3702

H & H Midtown East Bagels–on the Upper East Side, not to be confused with H & H on the Upper West Side, right across the street from my first NY apt.
1551 2nd Ave
(between 80th St & 81st St)
New York, NY 10028

Macaron Cafe–this is a really cute French cafe that I used to go to for lunch, they have really good macaron cookies (a French sandwich cookie) as well as great sandwiches.
161 W 36th St
(between 7th Ave & Broadway)
New York, NY 10018

Dinosaur BBQ–excellent bbq place in Harlem, it’s always really crowded, you might want to make a reservation if you plan to go.  It’s worth going uptown for it.
646 W 131st St.
New York, NY 10027

Sylvia’s–This is a soul food place that I never went to but a lot of my friends really love, it’s right near dinosaur bbq in Harlem.
328 Lenox Ave
New York, NY 10027-3702

Alias–great brunch place on the Lower East Side
76 Clinton St
New York, NY 10002-3416

The Frying Pan–This restaurant/bar is only open when the weather is nice–summer, spring, the beginning of fall.  It’s on an old boat and it’s great for views of NJ/the Hudson.  They have bar seafood and burgers.
Pier 66, New York, NY 10011
at W. 26th St. at West Side Highway

Bianca–Italian place in Noho that has great lasagna
5 Bleecker St.
New York, NY 10012
nr. Bowery

Brooklyn

Joya–a cheap Thai place in in Cobble Hill that’s really popular and fun.  The entrees are all about 7 dollars.
215 Court St
Brooklyn, NY 11201-6544

The Roebling Tea Room–This is probably one of my favorite places in Brooklyn.  It has cute decor and all of the wait staff are hip and seem very “Brooklyn.”  They have a huge tea selection and lots of great food.  It’s in Williamsburg if you feel like exploring there.  It’s a great place to sit for a while if you are tired from walking.
143 Roebling St.
Brooklyn, NY 11211
at Metropolitan Ave.

Di Fara Pizza–Probably the best pizza I’ve ever had.  This one old man and makes all the pizza and it’s sort of slow because it’s a one person operation, but it’s worth it.  There is not much to do in the neighborhood, but it’s a pretty quick ride from the city on the Q.
1424 Avenue J
Brooklyn NY 11230

Rose Water Restaurant–This place was right near my food co-op and they have seasonal/local food.  I never got the chance to go, but it’s supposed to be good.
787 Union St. (Park Slope)
Brooklyn NY

Bozu–Japanese place where you pick an amount to pay and they make a menu, about 20 dollars a person.  creative, fun, and good, in Williamsburg.
296 Grand St., Brooklyn, NY 11211
nr. Havemeyer St.

Hipster Party in Bayview–IN DETAIL

The evening started out with text from Jacque saying she was going to a hipster party in Bayview–I had nothing else to do, so I set out to find my most hipster outfit–I wore a striped shirt, a black sweater, a jean mini skirt, and my pink keds.

We got to the party and we had to bang really loudly on a door before they would let us into a lot where there was beer and cookies and pizza that they were making in a wood burning oven.  Everything was decorated in tin foil.  Tin foil is very hipster, I’ve decided.  It takes a lot of energy to make but it’s not that great.  We found Jacque’s friend and then the girl whose house it was turned out to be someone I knew who had gone to Lowell.  WEIRD.  Everyone looked so much like a cliche that it was almost painful, and what was weirder was that a lot of the hipsters seemed OLD–I  mean, not that OLD, but definitely in their thirties or fourties.  There was a band space in the garage and we stood in there and this really strange guy started dancing mostly with me but also with courtney, and I didn’t want to seem like a total asshole so I danced with him and he seemed totally insane and started incorporating all of these strange claps into our dance. I mostly pulled Courtney in because I was creeped out, but he was pretty harmless.  Then this HORRIBLE music started playing and this man spoke low into the mic and talked about the moon and it was so stupid I wanted to die.  It was horrible!  Jacque stayed inside and Courtney and I went outside, and then these two men started pushing each other.  Apparently Courtney heard one of them say, “It’s not just foil.”  They were in a really phyiscal and scary fight and then they started shoving each other against a wall.  (On a side note, on the way to the party, I saw 4 cops going up onto the roof on a building with their guns drawn! JUST LIKE SVU!  TIGHT!).  The fight ended with someone pulling them apart and the two fighter men talking closely to each other and sort of snarling.

Then later the creepy dancer man who was wearing a lot of keys on a chain around his neck started doing this really creepy sexual dancing with this strange woman wearing equally odd clothes.  When they got onto the floor and she was on top of him, some of the hipsters started spitting beer on him and then he got up and then started fighting right in front of the couch where COurtney and I were sitting.  It was scary.  Hipsters are so icky.  I hate them. I would never spit beer on someone.  I’d rather just talk shit about them.

Likes/Dislikes

Likes:

-Starbucks, nice old men at the gym, Peasant Pies, Painted Bird, Jacque, Alex, Barrie, Mat, We Be Sushi, Molly’s screenplay, good writing

Dislikes:

-women at the gym who won’t get off the ellipticals when they are supposed to, frozen meat from the freezer that has an unknown origin that my dad eats (ex. “Was this from Anna’s shower or the JCC?”), Japan, hipsters who get in fights about tin foil at parties and scare me (this is REAL), hipsters who wear frilly socks, hipsters who have taken over a park that used to be scary and unsafe

Upcoming trips:

-NY and Atlanta

Upcoming plans:

Move to Japan!

Upcoming boyfriends:

unknown

HORRIBLE PEOPLE AT THE GYM

I have been going to the gym on 24th street.  It’s a circuit 24 hour fitness. There is a big sign that says “yield to those following the circuit.”  That means that even if you are an ugly bald man or a woman with a leg brace, you still have to get up when the music BEEPS! I don’t think that these people have the right to TAKE UP THE MACHINE for a long time, just because they are a pretty woman with an injury and an ugly bald man wearing SIMPLES to the gym.  I was so angry at them I wanted to tell the trainers.  The ugly bald man almost looked like he was “fake bald” he was so ugly.  He was wearing an Adidas coat and you could tell he thought he looked really cool.  I wanted to tell him that I used to wear an Adidas coat in middle school in the late 90s.  He just doesn’t get it.  People who don’t understand gyms need to go away and not come back to the gym.  They are selfish pricks.

I have only been to Rainbow Grocery once.  I am hopefully going to go soon.  It seems like paradise. Everyone talks about it that way.  Maybe I will retire to Rainbow Grocery.

Charley has been reading my blog today.  Charley is coming with me to see Regina Spektor.  Charley is very beautiful too.  She is great a swimmer and she was once a lifeguard.  She is a great dancer too–she must have learned at Oberlin College.

South Pacific and Market Street

You cannot hail cabs in SF because there are not enough cabs.  You cannot find a boyfriend in SF because there are no straight boys and everyone you know is either some jock from high school that you run into at Rosh Hashanah services or an ugly Jewish nerd or your mother or a bunch of your high school classmates’ parents that stop you on the street and ask you what you’re doing with your life.  I would like to ask THEM that.  What are you doing with your life?  It seems like you’re old and unmarried and have dumb kids.  You cannot find well dressed people in San Francisco because they don’t live here, and if they do they are probably holed up in their homes planning to move to places that have style.  Alyssa says that she likes that people wear horrible clothes here, she says we’re accepting.  Alyssa must not know me very well because I’m not accepting.  A girl wearing leggings (who wears leggings to a play?) at South Pacific was saying to some horrible dyed hair other girls that she is from “the Boston area.”  She is a suburban girl.  My family lives in the Boston suburbs and they’re very nice people.  She said that she’s lived here a year and she “considers herself a local.  That’s fair right?”  I thought to myself, no, you’re NOT.  YOU ARE NOT A LOCAL.  I really didn’t like her.  I really wanted to say something, but since I’m passive agressive and hateful, I kept it to myself.

In other news, the play was very good.  It was fabulous.  It was difficult to believe the sailors during “There ain’t nothing like a dame” because they were the gayest dancing sailors I have ever seen, and I have lived near water for most of my life.

New blog post

I haven’t had much to blog about, or maybe I’ve been lazy–probably a combination of the two.

Some people came over tonight to make spring rolls and they wanted me to write about them.  I told them it was hard to write about them because I didn’t have much to make fun of them about and that’s kind of what I do on this blog.

I have decided that San Francisco can be described as boring and trying too hard.  The hipsters in NY are better.  They’re thinner and more coked-out.  That’s my take on things.   San Francisco is sort of like a wholesome gay village.

I am going to see South Pacific tomorrow, speaking of gay villages.  My friend Alyssa got free tickets.  I love free tickets.  I used to get them all the time.  I LOVE FREE.  I also bought not free tickets to see Regina Spektor.  I am excited to see her, but I don’t know if I think she is worth 50 dollars including all sorts of dumb internet fees.

I joined a gym and I am very pleased about it.  I like gyms because you don’t have to talk to anyone.  Gyms are a very self-involved, self-centered kind of place.  Perfect for me.

Things to buy:

-new gray keds

-razors

-clothes that don’t make me look 15

One thing that was funny was that my mom showed Alex the playmobile gardener man that she described as “that’s Julia’s dad.”  And then I thought–what if my dad WAS playmobile?  I think I would really love that.  He wouldn’t whine at me and not let me use the computer.  He probably wouldn’t even be able to type because he wouldn’t have fingers.

LIVE from the jury assembly room

Hello friends,

I am in the jury assembly room 307 in the Hall of Justice.  There is free internet.  I am sitting with other people on their computers and I feel like I am in a college computer  lab.  The man next to me just said “Blogging!”  He then said “You could get such an interesting blog going if you were picked.”  I then said “Not really.”  He said, “YOu could publish it afterwards.”  Okay, he is right.  Maybe I will try to get selected with the hope of being closer to my friends Eliot and Olivia and Munch.  I am kind of worried I am going to get shot on the steps of the Hall of Justice.  That happens A LOT, you know.

I wore strange clothes with the hopes of not being picked.  I wore my NEW Bert and Ernie sweatshirt. I wore pink keds.  I AM NOT GETTING PICKED.  I think I would like to be on a jury only if it was with OJ Simpson or someone that famous.  I would be happy if it was an athlete–Kobe or someone.

Yesterday I was wearing my new sweatshirt and making a lanyard on BART and the people on BART were looking at me like I was deranged or crazy or something.  I think they are just assholes because they live in the East Bay.

I just ran into my friend Cary from high school.  WEIRD.