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I hate Jewish holidays September 17, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in eating, food, lunch, new york city, photos, pictures, religion, sports, yankees.
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Seriously…all you do is eat. And eat. And eat.

I mean I was doing well on my quasi, not really a diet but trying to watch what I eat type of deal. I even felt like I may have dropped a pound or two in the past few days. But kiss that goodbye. That kugel, brisket and turkey I devoured last week? Still trying to work that off. Ribs, bbq chicken, burgers and hot dogs? I’ll be feeling that for a while too. Of course the numerous beers I consumed over the weekend didn’t help matters much either.

In fact on Sunday I was so bloated I was mistaken for this blimp that was hovering above my neighborhood.

I mean if people thought Britney was fat at the VMA’s last week they obviously haven’t seen me in a half shirt recently. Nor would you probably want to for that matter. But regardless the sight isn’t pretty.

Anyway I know people on occassion visit my blog to get some good food ideas so I guess I should stop bitching about the negative aspects of food (the weight gain) and start talking about the glorious fried goodness I tend to devour on a daily basis (or as Laurie Kendrick so eloquently called me: a Carbohydrate Munching Bastard!).

So I’ve decided that every Monday I’ll have a new feature entitled: “What I ate Last Week”. I won’t recap every item in its painstakingly caloric detail, but I’ll just offer some highlights of things I enjoyed and stuff you shouldn’t probably eat yourself…lest you want to look more like Rosie O’Donnell than Kate Moss. But if you are the dieting type, then maybe you can “eat vicariously” through me. Which doesn’t sound all that appealing when you think about it…but you get the point.

Anyway, without further adieu…

Item #1: Chicken Parm Hero – Bella Napoli

As I’ve mentioned countless times before, Chicken Parm is my all time favorite. And very few make it as good as Bella Napoli. The seeded roll gave this week’s version a nice added crunch! And to those who complain about the “service” it’s a fuckin pizzeria for christ’s sake…you’re not supposed to have friendly service. (Btw LK – let’s make sure we hit ’em up when you finally make your long awaited visit to the NYC)

Item #2: Grilled cheese (gruyere) with carmelized onions on toasted rye.

A co-worker got me hooked on ‘wichcraft which is an artisan type sandwich shop at the Equinox gym on Park & 33rd (they also have free standing “stands” in Bryant Park). The sandwiches are very tasty and the smoothies are top-notch. Only problem is it’s a little pricey so make sure it’s not an everyday indulgence. But you do get good bang for your buck…and the sandwich combinations are quite palette pleasing.

So those are the two “highlights” for now. Hopefully this week will be a very “low carb” week for me so I can decompress from the carb fest that was this past weekend. But I’ll try to eat one or two tasty morsels for y’all that’ll leave you drooling on your keyboard.

Oh and good job by the Yanks last night…as I’ve said countless times, there’s no shock factor for the Red Sox when it comes to Rivera anymore. I’m shocked he didn’t blow the save. Seriously. I know he’s one of the best closers of all time but when you’re facing a team for the 100th time there’s no secret. No surprises. I just hope that situation doesn’t arise again in the postseason (like it did in 05)…because Ortiz isn’t popping out to Jeter in October.

Some Like It Hot… August 8, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in current events, eating, fashion, food, funny, lunch, music, new york city, nostaglia, politics, random references, subways.
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I like it not.

Seriously…it’s a wicked scorcher out there (as my friends from Beantown would say). This morning’s commute was ridiculous as none of the subways were running and the lines for the buses stretched longer than most lines for American Idol auditions. So being a crafty Harlemite, I walked my way up to the Metro North stop at 125th and hopped on a train coming downtown. Not only was it nice and airconditioned, I didn’t have to pay a dime. Although after walking 20 blocks to the Metro North in the swamp that they called air this morning, and after walking another 10 blocks to my office after the train ride, my shirt had stretched out beyond all belief. It looks more like a nightgown rather than a cotton polo shirt. Hence why lunch was eaten at my desk today courtesy of some leftover wonton shop, a peanut butter balance bar I got for free in a promotion yesterday and one of those pre-cooked and breaded Purdue Chicken Cutlets – eaten cold right out of the packaging.

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No need to heat these bad boys, just peel the plastic and eat!

Needless to say I’m less than satisfied…although I really don’t feel like venturing out into the heat at the moment. The country is baking right now…in fact just looked at the current weather map and there’s more red on the map than in Reagan’s 1984 presidential win over Mondale.


This might as well be the current weather map for the U.S.

Although I did manage to crack myself up earlier. After the pools of sweat were beginning to bead up on my arms, I started singing “Some Like it Hot” to myself. You know, that song by Power Station (later sung by Robert Palmer) back in the 80s.

Sing along with me now:

Some like it hot and some sweat when the heat is on…
Some feel the heat and decide that they can’t go on…
Some like it hot, but you can’t tell how hot ’til you try…
Some like it hot, so let’s turn up the heat ’til we fry

Feeeeeeeeeeel the heat.
Pushing you to decide (is that what they really said? huh, never knew that)

Feeeeeeeeel the heat.
Burning you up, ready or not.

Hill Country: Worth the hype? July 29, 2007

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Barbeque has been all the rage in the NYC recently due to the success of places like Blue Smoke, Rub, Dinosaur, Daisy May’s among many others. Even celebrities are jumping into the pit (so to speak) as Justin Timberlake recently opened a BBQ Joint on the UES penned Southern Hospitality. Another recent arrival came to the Chelsea area via Austin, TX titled Hill Country.

Hill Country is an homage to the old Texas BBQ markets, where patrons belly up to the counter and get their food cut and priced to order. The space itself is very warm and inviting (and spaceous!). Upon walking through the doors you feel like throwing on your Cowboy Boots, 10 gallon hat and favorite flannel shirt (don’t forget about spraying on some Stetson cologne).

Warning….side rant coming! Listen people. I know this is Chelsea and the prepsters and hipsters who live here (not all but some) may have some problems identifying what “dressing down” means. Let me put it to you this way. It’s BBQ…down and dirty…stuff will spill and splatter…Dress appropriately. Please leave the Prada and the Chanel at home ok? It’s a fuckin BBQ joint. Thank you.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s talk about the main reason why you would go to Hill Country besides the cool, laid back atmosphere: the food.

I went for the first time about a month ago with a large group of peeps. I was beyond anxious to try it out being a BBQ afficionado and upon hearing heaps and heaps of glorious review. Being that I normally overorder anyway, I found myself racking up the dollars pretty quickly as Bridget & I seemingly decided to try just about everything on the menu.

At the meat station we got a rack of ribs, a 1/2 Grilled Market chicken, a Beer Can Game Hen (which I was most excited to try), and a few slices of lean brisket. The food gets weighed by the pound and slapped onto some good ole brown butcher’s paper and wrapped up in a ball. I admire the no-frills, pay by the pound bit and the fact that I don’t have to worry about breaking a dish is even better for me! We next hit the sides stations and got a “Feed yer Family” side of Mac & Cheese and some Green Beean Casserole. Of course the meal wasn’t complete until we added the slices of thick white bread to go along with the meats and sides.

We sat downstairs since we had a group of 10 and got a long table to share. Waitresses take drink orders and how could you have Texas BBQ without the Lonestar! With Lonestar in hand and a palette of food on paper in front of me I was happier than a pig in shit (no offense to the pig I was about to eat of course).


The chicken, ribs, brisket and toast

I decided to try everything “as-is” to experience the true flavoring of their meats without drenching it in any of the BBQ sauces on the table. Since I had a lot of food to sample in front of me, I’ll base my review by item of food.

I first tried the ribs. Now granted please take this with a grain of salt, but I’m not a dry-rub kinda guy. I like sweet, tangy, spicy or any other type of “wet rib”, the kind that falls off the bone and has you licking your lips and fingers all day and night to try to get all of the sauce you can. So with that said I wasn’t a huge fan of the spicing on the ribs. I guess if you’re a dry rub person that’s how you like em. But spice aside, the ribs were a little tough to chew and slightly dry. Again…I know it’s supposed to be dry…but the meat should still be a little sweet and tender. This rib was just a notch below tender.

Next up was the lean brisket. The brisket was soft and easy to cut through. The meat was tasty and flavorful. Obviously the moist brisket would have had more fat and thus more “softness” to it, but all in all the brisket was decent. It needed some help from the array of BBQ sauces at the table to bring it up to “good” status. But definitely a notch above the ribs for me.

Then I decided to go for what I came here for in the first place. The beer can game hen. Being that I love to make cornish hen’s in my oven and have somewhat perfected the art of making them, I was expecting BIG things from the hen. Especially being that it was beer can flavored, how can you not be stoked. Well I was immediately discouraged when the skin wasn’t crispy but soft and not really chewable. I love crispy skin. Not saying it had to be fried, but there’s something about a crispy skin that adds to the flavor to the meat. This was like peeling back tissue paper. I cut into the meat. It was definitely cooked well but it was bland in flavor. The bites weren’t memorable and there certainly wasn’t any hints of beer flavoring in the meat (nor on the skin). I think the soft skin pretty much let the flavor evaporate out of the bird (a seared skin locks the flavors and moisture of a meat in) and left it a dry, bland mess. In fact I’d even argue that they didn’t use a beer can to cook the hen in the first place (which I’m sure I’m completely on point about being that the hen came out of a giant bin of hens). I was completely disappointed. And quite frankly pissed off being that this was the one thing I looked most forward too.


The “beer can” game hen, side of mac & cheese and green bean casserole

Eager to get my excitement and my appetite back I ripped into the sides. The mac & cheese was flavorful and the macaroni was soft and chewy. Cheese was abundant throughout, but very rich, to the point where you feel the arteries tightening a bit with each bite. But not enough to stop you from shoving forkful after forkful into your mouth. The green bean casserole was exceptionally good, and the fried onions helped give the green beans a nice added crunch and saltiness. I was definitely a fan of the green beans (even if it’s the “low food on the totem pole” at a BBQ joint.

Last up to sample was the market chicken. The chicken was moist and tender and very flavorful (MUCH more so than the hen). Each bite of the breast was tender both with and without the skin. However once you get down closer to the bone the meat was almost too tender and a little pink. Not to the point of being undercooked, but to the point of too tender to really eat. So that was kind of a drag being that their was so much flavor in the chicken I would have gleefully lifted up the carcass and ripped away at the tender meat that is normally around the bone.

I mean I know its hard to cook up thousands of pounds of meat a day. I really do. And it’s next to impossible to keep your eye on everything you cook. But if you’re cooking something in a “slow and low heat” based environment you have to realize that stuff will take longer to cook, especially with vast amounts of food in the steamers at the same time. But with poulty you need to be even more careful about what you’re serving up to your guests. So while I’m not saying the food was raw…they should probably fine tune their methods just a bit to ensure that the entire chicken is cooked through and not just the breast. Or just chop the bird and serve just the breast this way you won’t have to have someone staring at a pinkish piece of meat deciding whether or not to eat it or not.

Anyway after plowing through my plentiful bounty I sat back and evaluated the damage. There wasn’t much left on my paper, just some uneaten hen and the not eatable carcass of the chicken. I chewed down my white toast with another Lonestar to “cleanse the palette” for dessert. That and I really was hoping something would save my experience at Hill Country because it was a tad disappointing at this point.


The PB&J cupcake (back), the pecan pie and the Blue Hill icecream

Lo and behold dessert came through in the clutch! The PB&J cupcake was probably the best cupcake I’ve had in years (or have ever had period). The jelly was sweet and balanced out the peanut butter frosting perfectly. Add the reese’s pieces on top and it was like having your first peanut butter & jelly sandwich all over again! The pecan pie was definitely good (served room temperature) and the pecans were nice and crunchy compared to the tartness of the pie. When you threw a little vanilla Blue Bell ice cream up on that bitch it definitely brought it on home! Blue Bell, served in a little dixie cup, is a creamy and sweet version of homemade ice cream from Texas. Blue Bell is actually celebrating their 100th anniversary this year with a tour across the south sampling their flavors and celebrating their heritage. It’s a damn shame they won’t be coming up north of the mason-dixon line because I’d love to spend a few hours in that truck!

All in all Bridget and I spent upwards of $100 between the two of us and left Hill Country disgustingly full. For me I left with a twinge of disappointment in my mouth, albeit I was grinning ear to ear thanks to dessert. The reviews on my table were mixed, with some saying they loved it and others somewhat underwhelmed like I was. I did see some people from Texas I knew there so I know the place is pretty legit on trying to recreate the Texas BBQ market experience. From an atmosphere and serving standpoint that is point on (I could see the live music they have on occassion definitely helping to add to that experience).

Overall, the sides and dessert were definitely good (the dessert more so than the sides). The meats, which is what BBQ is all about, were hit or miss. I’ve definitely had better BBQ in NYC (Daisy May’s, Dinosaur among others) and I’ve definitely had worse, but I would say my first visit was about average. I left full and slightly unsatisfied and overall I’d have to say based on my first visit, all the hype may have been just a bit overrated. I’m sure thousands will disagree with my review and call me every name in the book. But since the place is continuing to drum up the hype, I did have the opportunity to make a second visit just last week for some lunch with co-workers. Did my feelings change any or would I continue to be underwhelmed? Well unfortunately I made myself really hungry talking about BBQ so you’ll have to log on tomorrow to find that out!

Y’all come back now – ya hear?

The Cubicle Cookbook July 23, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in eating, food, funny, lunch, photos, pictures.
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Had a busy weekend doing some fun things…including taking Avi and Lauren on an adventure to Breezy Point to do some fishing (or attempt to). But more on that later when I upload the pics from my digital camera.

But, one of the things I’ve been wanting to mention for a while but haven’t got around to it yet, was a result of me cooking in my cube recently.

As you’ve seen from past posts, I’ve resorted to grilling sandwiches on my portable Hamilton Beach grill at my desk.

Today was no different as I turned my rather ordinary brought-in turkey and cheese sandwich on wheat bread into a nice grilled turkey and cheese sandwich that melted in my mouth.

The funniest part of cooking in my cube is the smell of grilled goodness permeating throughout my office. Everyone is like, damn that smells good!

One of my co-workers Beth was joking around one day and said I should start a cubicle cookbook! That’s a fantastic idea. Another co-worker Lori said I should have a daily menu and start charging people for “cube-cooked” lunch. Another fantastic idea! Hey, maybe I won’t need to depend on “cart lunch” anymore if I’m just going to be cooking in! And if I can make some money on the side as well that’s even better. Although I think I’ll need to purge some files and set up a kitchen countertop. That and I’ll need a bigger griddle. Cause if I’m gonna make a profit, pumping out one sandwich at a time isn’t gonna cut it!

In the “P’Zone” July 12, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in celebrities, coffee, current events, eating, food, funny, humor, lunch, new york city, opinion, pedestrian behavior, photos, pictures, restaurant, television.
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Before I get into the “zone”, it was like I hit the lottery this morning. There was no line at Starbucks (although by the time I left the line was out the door) and I even got a free Women’s Health wristband for a promotion they’re doing this weekend!

Seriously, what else could a guy ask for?? It’s like I stepped in shit today (actually true story – I almost did…wasn’t looking down and thankfully last second I nimbly avoided the pile of poo). Actually maybe I fooled the “stepped in shit gods” into thinking I actually stepped in shit when I in fact avoided it! Hmm…I’ll see how my luck the rest of the day goes before confirming this theory.

Anyway on this past Tuesday I had the pleasure of attending the first Pizza Hut P’Zone Eating Challenge which took place right here in the NYC.

The contest, put on by Pizza Hut as a promotion for their P’Zone, invited anyone in the nation a chance to compete against Kobayashi in a pizza eating challenge.

The drawing, which was done at random, was soliciting amateur eaters a chance to go up against one of the all-time eating legends.

The lucky winner? Marivic Stewart from Spokane, WA, a married mother of two, who was partaking in her first competitive eating battle.

The challenger however wasn’t Kobayashi, who was still suffering the effects of a recent jaw injury and could not compete (Pizza Hut is claiming the thickness of their P’Zone would be too much for Kobayashi’s jaw to handle). Marivic’s challenger was none other than the man himself, Joey Chestnut.


Kobayashi explaining that he won’t be competing

The challenge was to eat as many P’Zone’s as you could in 6 minutes. While I’m not at privilege to disclosure the results of the competition (the information, as well as video from the event will be released on Friday the 13th), you can make your own assumptions about who the victor was.

Regardless of not being able to report on the “official results” just yet it was a fun event, and I was among the small crowd who watched the proceedings carefully. The event wasn’t open to the public, but through some friendly contact from the PR Director of Pizza Hut, I was able to learn about the location.

I also got a chance to meet the new American hero, Joey Chestnut, live and in the flesh. Also in attendance in the room were none other than Kobayashi himself and fellow IFOCE competitive eaters Eric “Crazy Legs” Conti and Tim “Eater X” Janus.

Three of the best eaters in the world in one room: Crazy Legs, Joey Chestnut and me!

Besides the eaters, there were only some members of the media (who taped the festivities for Pizza Hut and the MLE – Major League Eating) and some of Kobayashi’s interpreters and PR agents. Being that I was the MOST influential “media” in the room (after all I do have the “best blog” in NYC right? Ok maybe it’s more like the best blog among blind lepers, but that counts for something right?) I had the ability to be among the privileged few to witness the best eaters in the world up close and personal (until they started letting the general public in by giving away free P’Zones…but even then people had no idea what was transpiring, took their free P’Zones and left. Idiots)

After the competition ended and the competitor who shall remain nameless took home the title, I headed back to my office with P’Zone in hand.


I had the Pepperoni stuffed P’Zone. After watching the competition and being in the same room with boxes and boxes of pizza smelling goodness, and no doubt inspired by the eating prowess I shared a room with, I made quick work of the P’Zone in front of me. Joey himself would have been proud.

All in all it was a great day. Got to say hello to the greatest eaters on the planet and got to watch Joey himself chow down in an intimate setting. It certainly wasn’t like the 20,000 plus people who crammed into Coney Island to watch him shatter the world Hot Dog eating record, but standing no more than 30 feet away from the man himself with 20 other people in the room at most was completely fine by me.

My new invention July 10, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in eating, food, funny, humor, lunch, movies, random references, sarcasm.
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So yesterday I was motivated enough to bring my own lunch. I had made a sandwich consisting of turkey breast and cheese w/ mustard.


My sandwich “pre-grilling”

However I really wasn’t in the mood for a “cold sandwich”…so remembering that I had a Hamilton Beach (Foreman like) grill at my desk (because doesn’t everyone have a portable grill at their desk), I decided to play mad scientist and “grill my sandwich”.


My sandwich “post-grilling”

And boy was that just the smartest move ever! The bread was nice and toasty. The cheese slightly melted, the turkey warmed through. What an ingenious idea! I mean, just think how much I singlehandedly just revolutionized the sandwich eating industry! I can develop a chain of “sandwich” shops who’s catch is that all of the sandwiches are grilled! That would be awesome wouldn’t it?

Wait…what do you mean those already exist? Fuck! Are you kidding?!?! Goddammit…everytime I think of a good invention someone else beats me to it.

Anyway…got a lot on my plate today so this one is short and sweet for now…I may be back for more later…if Lumberg lets me.


Hello Chris, what’s happening. Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask you to stop blogging for now. The TPS reports are due asap. Thanks!

Just a dab of butter June 27, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in bathroom humor, critique, eating, fashion, food, funny, humor, lunch, new york city, opinion, video.
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Before I get into today’s “slippery slope”, gotta comment about Burger King real quick. I haven’t been there in a while but saw a few people walking around with these black bags around 5th ave and 33rd. Then I remembered that Burger King was having Sean Combs (Puffy) redesign their bags. That and Whopper Jr.’s are only a $1 right now! Even in Manhattan! Crazy. So that was enough reason for me to enter and leave with said black bag containing a Whopper Jr, onion rings and a pink lemonade.

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I felt this coolness walking down the street with my BK in tow. Wasn’t your typical white plastic bag. Nor your easily identifyable white logoed Wendy’s or McDonald’s bag. Nope. This bag is black. Cool. Hip. Everything about it says coolness, complete with the tempting food collage on the outside. Even if the contents of the bag are enough to clog your arteries for a few hours, I can happily say that for once I felt like the BK bag was sufficent enough to act as a fashion accessory. If I was only rockin some aviator sunglasses I would have been the epitomy of off da hook.

Ok…not really. But the bag is fuckin cool, ok? And $1 Whopper Jr.’s? You need any more incentive to check out the BK these days? I think not.

Anyhoo…onto today topic of butter. Butter has a fondness in my heart thanks to Julia Child and her “just add a stick of butter to any dish” routine that just gets me everytime. Well Julia had a sense of humor in her day, so she certainly would appreciate this video in which a guy gets revenge at his annoying roommate thanks to some well placed butter (thanks to Laurie Kendrick for posting the video that made me laugh over and over again yesterday). Click the pic to view the video.

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I love at the end of the video when the roommate is like: “You fucking asshole…I’m gonna kill you!”. Good stuff. If only we knew about that in college we could have had some fun with that one!

$11 for lunch??? June 26, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in celebrities, critique, eating, food, humor, lunch, new york city, opinion, photos, pictures, restaurant, stupidity.
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So I was thoroughly disgusted after buying lunch today. Instead of going to the grocery store (like I planned to)  to buy cold cuts and a loaf of bread to make sandwiches the rest of the week (the cost effective and sensible thing to do), I had too much to do this am so I just picked up lunch at the good ole Silo Cafe. You’ll know thanks to previous posts that this place is hopping…in fact, there’s about 100 people in there at one time during the lunching hours. They’re making money hand over fist without a doubt.

Anyway, I ordered a Roast Beef sandwich on whole wheat bread, with Muenster cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and hot peppers. You’d think that’d cost $5-$6 bucks maybe. Nope…$7.25. $7.25 for a sandwich on regular bread. Not even a fucking hero. That’s absurd. Throw in the small bag of pretzals and the Honest-T, and lunch cost me $11 and change!

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The $11 lunch

Fucking absurd. Really. They fucking price gauge you there like a bitch. Not the first time I complained about that either. I think I’m done with them for a while. Yes, their food is generally good and the choices are varied. But you know what, if they are gonna charge $7.25 for a fuckin sandwich I’m going elsewhere.

Serves me right I guess for not going to the store and bringing my own lunch. But that’s the price you pay when you’re a slave to the vast culinary wasteland of Midtown.

Speaking of Midtown and culinary wasteland…for those who haven’t heard of the site before, MidtownLunch.com is a great review of all the affordable places to eat lunch in Midtown. Site owner and reviewer Zach Brooks and his site has been featured in numerous news articles and online features in the past year or so. And today, I had the priviledge of having my very own profile placed on the site. Cool stuff.

Check it out on MidtownLunch.com

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I’m hoping to work with Zach on my “super secret” project coming out later this year so stay tuned!

Something for Everyone June 15, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in bathroom humor, breakfast, comedy, common sense, critique, current events, fashion, food, funny, humor, lunch, opinion, pedestrian behavior, photos, pictures, politics, restaurant, sarcasm, sex, world news.
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So it’s a beautiful Friday…although some of y’all have already headed out to the Jersey Shore or the Hamptons for the weekend. But for us poor folk who don’t hobnob with the masses, it’s time to find the little things that can make us happy this weekend. Like watching nannies show off their thongs in the park

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(picture courtesy of I Saw Your Nanny and Metadish.com)

I mean…jesus christ. How do you NOT know your pants are under your ass? Don’t feel the cold breeze coming in?

Although I don’t know who’s more at fault…the nanny for showing off her thong to the world or the perverted (i.e. smart) person who snapped her picture. Let the debate begin!

On the less “sexy” side of the news, for those who are avid SPAM eaters (and who Isn’t!) you’ll be happy to know that SPAM is causing a fast food war in Hawaii. (click on pic for article)

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According to the article: “Burger King is offering the Spam Platter — two slices of Spam nestled between white rice and scrambled eggs. The fast-food giant also offers the Croissanwich or Biscuit Sandwich with Spam.”

Good stuff. Although I tend to think I’d go for more of the “SpamMcMuffin” rather than the Spam and Rice platter. But that’s just me!

The article also mentions these fun facts:

“Hawaii residents consume more than 5 million pounds of Spam a year, an average of about six cans for every man, woman and child.”

“Spam ‘musubi’ — a slice of Spam atop a block of rice and wrapped in seaweed — is an island favorite sold at nearly every convenience store, including 7-Eleven. Spam fried rice is a local classic.”

“There are also more varieties of Spam sold in Hawaii than anywhere else. There’s Spam Garlic, Spam Bacon, Spam with Cheese, Spam with Tabasco, Spam Turkey and Spam Lite, which featured less sodium and less fat.”

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SPAM Musubi

Spam Lite. Nice. So that only has 800mg of Sodium and 35g of Fat per serving. Good to know.

Next time I go to Nobu I’m gonna insist they serve me some SPAM Musubi. If not I’m taking my Sake and leaving!

Btw…I still have that packet of SPAM on my desk. I can’t eat it until we win the SPAM business. Good thing the packet doesn’t expire until April 2009! Then again I thought SPAM never went bad. Hmm…

In other, other news…apparently there’s a new code for business attire in the middle east. Suits and dress clothing have been replaced with fatigues, masks and guns.

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New office attire announced in Gaza

About damn time. That would be perfect in my office since we have plenty of guns and camo lying around. Don’t know how well the whole mask/covered face thing would go over…but I guess we’ll find out!

Still ringing… June 14, 2007

Posted by whatpushesmybuttons in baseball, brooklyn, comedy, critique, eating, food, funny, games, humor, lunch, movies, new york city, opinion, pedestrian behavior, photos, pictures, random references, restaurant, sarcasm, sports, television, yankees.
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So its 1:45pm and my ears are still ringing. Somebody make it stop!!!

This wasn’t the first time my ears were left ringing (in a bad way) after a Yankee game. As you’ll remember back on April 30th, when I spoke about those “children” (i.e. heathens) who got into a screaming match above and below me.

So far today I’ve thought someone called my name, twice (neither time it was for me), I’ve heard the phone ring a few times (wasn’t ringing) and I think I even heard someone whisper “Rosebud” (I haven’t seen Citizen Kane in over a decade). So needless to say my ears are still way out of tune.

The only salvation I’ve had today was a nice plate of chicken parm from Bella Napoli.

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You don’t get much better than Bella Napoli as far as chicken parm is concerned (i haven’t gotten around to my story on the best chicken parm in the city yet…i will soon though. promise!). You can either get a chicken parm hero or a plate matched with ziti or salad. I opted for the salad today since I can’t afford to be sleeping on my keyboard this afternoon. The salad with nice and fresh, with big beefy tomatoes and fresh cucumbers, despite the fact that I splashed balsamic vinegar all over my desk. Definitely worth a visit for a nice lunch (and reasonable too – under $7 for the combo) or quiet dinner if you’re over in the midtown area. They make some mean pizza too, as evidenced by the lines that are out the door on a daily basis.

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If you donta go to the bella napoli i’m gonna send the vito afta your assa. Capice?

Btw…just looked up Capice (pronounced ka-pea-shh) in the Urban Dictionary:

“Capice: Asking for agreement, understanding, belief. Answered with itself. Often used in italian mafia-type settings to emphasize understanding.”

Example:
Frank: “If you dont shutup, im going to bust your frickin head open with a baseball bat, capice?!”

Tony: “Capice”

Haha…awesome…gotta love the Urban Dictionary! Wonder if I can use Capice as a Scrabble word someday??? Hmm…I can imagine the conversation would go something like this:

Capice (on the board)

Opponent: Capice? That’s not a word!

Me: Capice is a fuckin word you fuckin asshole. Now that’s 27 points with the Triple Word Score. Put it in the fuckin books. Capice?! (brandishing my baseball bat, pocket knife and molotov cocktail).

Opponent: Ok…ok…it’s a word.