new york city excursion

so im heading up to new york city this weekend. i was spurred to go by some college buddies. kind of like a mini-reunion. it was supposed to be a mixed company reunion but the boston group, the female contingency, bailed last second. so i guess it’s just the guys. it’s fine; play some golf, catch up on old times, hit up circle…err…some places to hang out.

have brunch?

i dunno. brunch is a very new york thing. it’s also a very female thing. i would surmise that brunch is to girls as steakhouses are to guys. have you seen a bunch of guys going out to brunch? it’s also quite rare to see a group of girls out at a steakhouse chowing down some porterhouse. if i saw a group of girls out like that i would think they were super cool. on the other hand, if i saw a group of guys out for brunch on a saturday, i’d think they were g…cool too, i guess.

i guess i have some effeminate male buddies and the plan is to hit up brunch on saturday. tentatively scheduled for clinton street bakery. i don’t think i’ve ever liked brunch. not a huge fan of the sweet stuff and there aren’t many savory offerings. it’s just not satisfying.

and then it was like a vision from the divine. as i was channel surfing between baseball tonight, food network and millionaire matchmaker, i landed on an episode of throwdown.

the premise of throwdown is simple; bobbly flay, god bless him, is a talented celebrity chef that challenges pros of their craft to their respective specialities. it sucks for him because while he’s got skillz, how’s he supposed to beat someone who has spent her entire life making one signature dish? he loses all the time. it’s kind of sad.

i mean, he lost to a chubby korean dumpling maker from brooklyn. seriously, dumplings in brooklyn, from a korean. come on bobby. not sure if he’s just a conceited little beatch or if his producers at food network think he’s got a bloated ego and needs some humility. either way, it makes for entertaining tv.

so in tonight’s episode, bobby challenges clinton street bakery’s blueberry pancakes. wow, it’s freaking providence. it is the divine telling me to give brunch a second chance. so i’m thinking man, good luck to you bobby. not only are you up against destiny but if you’ve ever been to clinton street you know that it’s always a mob scene and pancakes are one of the big draws.

the divine is right. the pancakes looked freaking good.

yes, i may very well wait in line this weekend for a stack of those pancakes.

so, chalk up another failure for bobby right?

no, he wins this time. so im thinking, great, the divine reopened the path to brunch, heck, i was even considering waiting on line at clinton street for their pancakes and bobby goes and beats them. moreover, now i feel like a pregnant woman because i crave bobby’s pancakes but he doesn’t serve them at his restaurants. that’s cruel.

but at least i was right. not only does the divine think that brunch is overrated, but breakfast food sucks; best pancakes in new york get owned by guy who wrote “boy meets grill.” suck it clinton street bakery.

time to switch off millionaire matchmaker and get some rest for the two hour drive up to new york. but not before i grab a cheesesteak at john’s roast pork for lunch.