I did things and took pictures of them like one does. Some of those things were more interesting to look at than others, but I think you and I both know that all of them were stupid. Tons of pictures of food and drinks and places and people's mugs below. I hope I am able to come up with some words for each of them because to be honest, I am sort of flying by the seat of my pants on this one and I have nothing prepared whatsoever, which is a feeling I'm familiar with from every time I've ever tried to do anything.
This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. FML LOL. I shook the shit out of this machine to the point where I thought everyone was starting to look at me like a crazy person. Guess what though? I was a crazy person. That was my last $2 down the shitter right there. I hope the asshole that came up after me and got 2 for 1 is happy stealing food out of my mouth. Life isn't fair and no one understands me. I'm the Layne Price snapping his glasses in half in a Jaguar that won't start of the blog game.
I started taking my phone along with me when I run now so I can use the Spotify app, which is kind of cool because it gives me an excuse to be lazy and stop whenever I get an interesting email. Fortunately for my fitness regimen I have literally never gotten an interesting email in my life so it doesn't mean too many breaks. This is a pretty little area in Belmont I run around that always seems like the gates of Heaven.
I like to imagine I'm an ox or whatever pulling a really narrow cart. Haha, no I don't why would I say that. God I'll say anything sometimes. The imaginary cart is a regular sized cart is the truth here. I'm not some kind of weirdo.
Gorgeous meze plate at Pigalle with feta and babganoush or whatever and lamb chilli.
Still at Pigalle. They have a cute little bar there. Here's a cocktail of pineapple juice spiced with cardamom, allspice and cinnamon, Russian Standard vodka, and macadamia oil. ALSO BACON BAR SNACKS I LOVE BACON EVERYONE LOVES BACON EAT BACON MEAT.
More food. People take pictures of their food now you guys. We're probably all just going to have to get used to that and stop making all the amazing new jokes we keep making about how people take pictures of their food with their food picture taking machines. This was at the new West Bridge in Cambridge. Very challenging cocktail menu, which I liked quite a lot, and interesting food. Here we have some sweet breads in house buffalo with blue cheese; duck egg with hen of the woods mushrooms, pureed potato, peas; and favas with shitaki mushrooms and goat cheese cream; and calamari with whelks and cockles; as well as a mezcal cocktail with passion fruit and Sriracha and pepper simple syrup. Sririacha goes in everything. I love it so much I would drink it, people say, and now you can so prove it tough guy.
Try these if you go. Rhum agricole, Dubbonet rouge and green chartreuse; and fino sherry, dolin blanc, Galliano and Wray + Nephew. Super slow, complex sippers.
CHILL WASHED OUT BLOGGABLE BUZZ BAND DIIV AT THE TT BEARS REVERBWAVE BUZZ Went to see DIIV at TT's the other night. They were good at making music with their instruments. It's a side project from one of the Beach Fossils bros. Their record is out today on Captured Tracks.
Taste of Cambridge was last week. It's where all the restaurants set up tables outside and you go and you pick up a paper plate of a bite of food then stand there in the middle of everyone trying to eat it while you've got a beer in the other hand and then you fucking spill the whole thing all over your tits and you just kind of move on to the next table and hope it doesn't happen again but it does. I forget who this restaurant was but that's not necessarily the most appetizing thing I've ever seen.
It's a cool event though. They shut down this side street outside Central Square and people get to know what it feels like eat pork belly standing in the middle of the damn street which basically feels like American Freedom.
That's racist.
Hey there's David Day of Mmmmaven. They're doing a fundraiser on Indiegogo right now for a DJ school they're trying to set up. Go give them money.
That's Nate playing some choice cuts for the disinterested foodies.
There's other Nate from Middlsex Lounge at the Turkey Shore Distilleries table. I wrote about them a while back.
Mezcal Negroni with Suze in place of sweet at Rendezvous in Central Square, from Mr Scott Holliday, one of our finer bar-keeps. Suze is a bitter-sweet French liqueur made with gentian root. Here's how to drink cocktails now: take an old recipe and just make mezcal the base spirit. Repeat until you find a new trendy spirit to be obsessed with.
Chelley post-Rendezvous. Not sure if I got the clear on posting this one. I thought she looked cute though so let's go with it anyway.
I forget which asshole this belonged to.
I thought this was an exceptionally impressive explosion of ropey puke, but it turned out it was just packing tape. That's a metaphor.
Boston Phoenix music awards party at the place I forget what it's called so I call it the Vitamin Water store.
Leo and Jessica were trying to tell me about how awesome being vegetarian is right before I took this. I guess they were reminding me where the vegetables are supposed to go?
Alex and Eugenia from the Phoenix.
The rest of the Phoenix gang. Faraone is trying to get a game of Cee-Lo going or something.
Shay and Douchard.Richard wrote some stuff for us on here back when but I'm too lazy to search for them at the moment. They were probably funny.
Michael and Sofia. Maybe it's Sophia? She won best singer with boobs or something. Michael wrote this thing I posted Begging people to listen to your music in an age of free downloading
PARTY 4 LYFE
Leo is pretty skinny. He seemed all emo and alone in the corner so I took his picture to make fun of him about it on the internet because that seemed like it would cheer someone up.
Al and Nikki out of Stereo Telescope.
OH HEY I KNOW THOSE GUYS. IT'S LOGAN AND JAY AND CARMEN. HI GUYS. NBD JUST TAKING YUR PICTURE FOR THE INTERNET. GOOD PICTURE. NOPE, GOT IT ON THE FIRST TAKE NO NEED TO GO AGAIN.
Fernet Sling at Temple Bar from this bad ass Beta Cocktails book. 2 oz Fernet 3/4 Carpano, 1/2 lemon, 1/4 demerara, soda. Yiiiikkkkessss.Order this right away.
Saw Green Velvet play at Naga. He's a big deal in Chicago house or whatever. All the pictures sucked, but I liked this one because I captured the exact moment that one girl had a brain aneurysm on the dance floor.
35 year old guy taking photos of himself in the mirror.
This was this bizarre hotel I stayed in in Albany. I went out there for my old timey buddy Steveo's wedding. It was set up like a simulaca of an old town or something on some Epcott Center shit. There's a roof over this whole outdoor town square area inside.
Found the best cocktail menu ever at the bar in the hotel though. Think the bartenders overheard me making fun of the place and they treated me like an asshole the rest of the weekend I was there. Not cool. I mean, they were right, I was, but still.
To prove I wasn't some sort of fancy bar snob I ordered one of their specialty martinis made with Absolut vanilla, peppermint schnapps and Godiva liqueur. Joke was on me though because I actually liked it.
RELATED: Good taste is an attribute, but don't mistake it for a talent.
RELATED: Good taste is an attribute, but don't mistake it for a talent.
If you know my thing about 47 you'll understand how exciting it was to find this wine.
The wedding reception was beautiful and nice and everything. I don't think I'll ever understand why we still insist on thinking that fine dining service means putting all of the things you're ever going to need throughout the meal on the table at once. It's a couple courses of seafood, not an expedition into the fucking mountains. Pretty sure we'll have access to other sorts of cups we might need later.
This is where I wait for the bus sometimes like a fucking peasant.
The Fireside Poet at Park in Harvard Square made with Bulleit, Creole Shrubb, Santa Maria, and marasche syrup. Another slow and contemplative one. To me the best cocktails are the ones you have to keep sipping to remind yourself whether or not you even like it in the first place and you never figure it out until the end when, woops, it's all gone.
Look at these greedy bastards on my back porch. This is basically what I looked like last night leaving the burrito shop though, so I suppose I get it.
Came back out an hour later and these ants are still locked in a death match over the same piece of food. Feel like there's a fable this is supposed to remind me of.
Chelle and Jenna at this thing on the back patio at OM, which is actually a lot cooler than I ever thought it would have any right to be. Maybe it's because you can blast dukes out back?
We went to chill at the pool at Hotel Indigo in Newton the other day when it was 100 degrees. Nice place, few too many wiener kids running around though.
The food at the restaurant BOKX 109 was pretty awesome. I made the good decision to go for a run in the heat and then not drink enough water and then trying to drink whiskey right before dinner so it was a pretty relaxing experience for me.
Meat.
Nice view of Boston at the Seaport Hotel before Chefs in Shorts.
Nice umbrella nerd! These captions are getting a lot shorter as I go here. I'm tired.
They had this sort of set up at the other food thing I posted about like two hours ago when I started writing this post. People standing around making sure you put your trash into the approved hole.
Just a thought: Everyone knows a human is surrounded by thousands of spiders at any given time, but don't forget about all the boobs too. Kind of a wash.
COOL IDEA FOR A TUMBLR WOULD BE IF YOU COMBINED ONE POP CULTURE THING WITH ANOTHER THING TO MAKE A THIRD THING.
Ayo all bros with a dream and a marketing plan in hand, we're way covered on new beers. maybe put that chutzpah into a jetpack or something?
I don't know, dude, what do you want?
Went to see Passion Pit at the Pavillion. Oh weird, is that our man Jamie up there warming up the crowd? It is. Hi Jamie. Nice job.
Shit, what if everything actually *does* matter and nothing is really the worst, then what?
Let's have a dance party in a row of folding chairs with 100 chaperones watching everyone.
Went to see Michelle's third graders play little league the other day. I wasn't allowed to take pictures because I'd probably get arrested. Anyway, kids are boogers.
Pisco, lemon and sage; Fidencio mezcal; and a mezcal Sazerac at Back Bar.
Hot dogs and Black Label at Trina's.
That's the most Inman Square thing ever. Right before this thing I had just mentally ripped on this one guy's Sum 41 style I saw outside, then I saw him smile so big and wave to his friend he was waiting for and it bummed out big time. Thanks a lot for making me feel like a dickhead dickhead.
It was Jess' birthday. She writes things on here sometimes.
Fernet, Canton, Carpano, lime and ginger beer at Trina's.
Another running pic. Jesus, I have get the fuck out of here. Bye.
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9 comments:
you have a good life
Thanks but don't forget the part where the Cliff bar wouldn't come out of the thing.
THANKS for not making a joke about my giant dome
As an abnormally-domed American I am sensitive to that sort of thing.
ha, look at this kid trying to parade out his street cred with the can of black label. nice try, limousine luke. some poor person must've left their hot dog and beer next to your fernet/green chartreusse/absinthe drip and dash of grapefruit bitters and crostini with paté.
Ha, I do like Black Label!!1 Hot dogs are gross though.
Pretty good start to the week. What did you do on Tuesday?
Beautiful comment, t.
monday morning qb over here
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