Showing posts with label Brooklyn 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brooklyn 2011. Show all posts

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Knowing Me, Knowing You


Another great brunch at the Smoke Joint! I got the beef brisket sandwich again. My reasoning being the chicken and pulled pork is great but I eat tons of those meats weekly but when do I get brisket? Decision made. Case closed. Plus the fat on brisket is truly one of life's greatest treasures. They will serve it as a snack in my heaven.

We went with the seasoned fries, Bed Stuy potato salad and baked beans again - all super good sides, no surprises there. J had some pepper-infused tequila bloody Maria that took everything for me not to grab and suck down for some sweet mental and emotional relief. But no, not drinking, not gonna do it. Thank you, I'll have the iced tea please. sigh.

I was weak that morning. I didn't want to miss brunch with J but P had me out on a bike ride that morning and I was under the weather. The hill in Prospect Park almost did me in, plus there was a cancer walk that in my opinion was poorly planned because it became an obstacle course of bikers, joggers, kids and cancer walkers. What should have been a nice day in the park turned into a cursing sweaty hateful resent-fest. If you're a biker, you resent the walkers and the joggers. They are in your way. It's simple. Get out of my way. If you were walking, you probably felt it was your day and the park should have been closed off to bikers and joggers. If you're jogging well sorry but to me, you're from another planet anyway, so you don't count. What normal human could take running up those hills?!

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Gimme Shelter


Its a different kinda heat when you pick your breakfast spot based on their air conditioning power. Of course we wake up at the crack of dawn so most of the sweet spots are not even open. But that open air bohemian dining isn't cutting it in these temps.

Academy Diner always satisfies. A new nice young, no nonsense waitress made it a good experience. She kept the coffee coming so we were able to have that caffeine induced speed talk session that feels brilliant until you start to get rot gut. But that breakfast plate is ready before you can get that far. Its as if the men behind the grill know what you wanted before you even got up. I got the grits thinking it was a better choice than potatoes until I tasted all the creamy butter they were soaking in. Ooops! Bless the diner. Breakfast special includes bottomless coffee, juice, toast, potatoes, eggs and your choice of meat. Salvation on a plate.