Wednesday night I went to see Little Miss Sunshine before hanging at Vinyl (my favorite lil hangout with the most intoxicating margarita's in HK). Sunshine was fantastic. One of the best movies I have seen in the last 6 months. It was absolutely hysterical, fun, incredibly entertaining, charming, very well-written and very well-acted. Steve Carrall was fantastic as was everyone else, including the little girl who played the wanna be pageant winner and I usually hate children. lol. The story is basically about a fractured family and their adventure from NewMexico to California after their daughter wins in some pageant.
Thursday night I trekked with my friend Halim and Jerry to a free concert "Celebrating Brooklyn" in Prospect Park in Park Slope. And by trek I mean it takes a fucking long time to get to Brooklyn. Christ. And when my friend Halim asked what gentrification meant (not understanding the English meaning) and I said to the much dismay to others (most of whom seem to live in Brooklyn), "Gentrification means the neighborhood gets nicer." lol. It was supposed to be Philip Glass performing the score to Dracula as they showed the movie. I say "supposed to be" because for nearly 50 minutes they had some Slavic loser party stomping around on sstage and nearly once they got off of it, a massive thundershower rolled overhead. Philip and the movie was canceled nearly ten minutes into the movie started and everyone went fleeing into the subway station as some serious bolts of lightening shot down.
Last night, Friday night, I went to Babbo for the second time to celebrate my friends birthday. In short, Babbo has to be my second most favorite restaurant in the United States. My first being Per Se which also happens to be in NYC. Babbo got me wanting to take a cross country Michelin tour in Italy like I did in France. And one of the most exciting things about Babbo is that it is one of the main restaurants in this country that creates food with various items (pigs feet, head of veal, head of lamb, cocks crows) that most Americans won't eat. It turns out that I had most of them, haha. I've had head of veal before in France but I thought it was worth trying the head of lamb which was actually ground and put into ravioli.
Welcome to NYC, Frank! I love Vinyl Diner, but wish they would stay open 24 hours. Try 7-A on, go figure, 7th St and Ave A sometime, similar vibe, and Florent on Gansevoort St.
Posted by: fashmagslag | July 31, 2006 at 05:38 PM
Indeed. And you must go to French Laundry - the original Thomas Keller restaurant.
Posted by: James Alley | July 31, 2006 at 08:44 AM
you need to find a head-to-toe restaurent - the art of using the whole animal, well ... from head to toe ... :)
food tours ... mmmm my favourite
Posted by: Kiwi | July 29, 2006 at 11:45 PM