Why people hate New Yorkers, Exhibit D.  Holy smug condescension Batman.

May burst of pride

My favorite comedian made a joke

Chipotle's salt now has rice in it!

— Mike Birbiglia (@birbigs) February 10, 2012

very similar to one I had previously made.

I put black pepper on my cantaloupe this morning and I don't mind saying it was a brilliant and delicious move.

illy espresso-in-a-can is surprisingly good.

We agree about everything, as usual (except still haven't gotten to Brushstroke so dunno).  lu uh uv Bemelmans.

Unrelated:  I don't know why people bother telling lies that are disprovable with little to no effort. :/ and furthermore :(

Twitter told me that a COFFEE BEAN & TEA LEAF HAS OPENED IN MANHATTAN...and just a few blocks from my office at that. This merits a

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Despite not being a sweets/dessert person in general, I love their Black Forest Ice Blended with the kind of "only in..." passion aroused in most only by In-N-Out. It's very sentimental for me - I associate it with dillydallying on Manhattan Beach, hanging out at my friend's place there, the sun and wind pleasantly-itchily drying sea-salt onto my skin and crunchifying my hair on his roof deck, playing games and drinking beer, and with ritual visits to the one on Market in SF on the way to/from SF MoMA, and being buffeted from all sides by famous people at the poorly-laid-out one on Sunset...

Gallimaufry

Ungh look at this spectacular Preppy Handbook/Heath Ledger Joker colored thing I picked up at usq greenmarket this am. Pic does no justice. Ate the rest like an apple. Tasted like flowers.  ETA colors etc looked much more accurate on bb: is translucent violet outside, peeping-crocus green on the inside.

Jumping to wild unfounded conclusions remains one of my many gifts, and it's one of the most useful.

"I think you have me confused with someone else" lmao

Time to look for another job I think.

It's never on *purpose*. Why doesn't anyone ever believe me?

I can imagine how food vogues propagate, but I want to know how they *start*. Who sits bolt upright in bed in the middle of the night and shouts EVERYBODY IS GOING TO EAT BEETS NOW and next thing you know they are in everything from your aperitif to your friandises?

Having a Frog Hollow Farm plum which is Proustian-madeleining me back to the tree in front of the house I lived in in primary school, which had done nothing for the first few years we lived there but be a really good-lookin' tree that was nice to read under, and then all of a sudden one summer exploded with plums, adult-fist-sized, psychotically juicy, so much so as to defy physics, and sweet, I mean Jolly Rancher sweet, with skin that wasn't leathery and tart but tissue-soft and also sweet, so purple it looked black in the shade, with matching flesh. It was Narnia-like to see this object, which had so long just let us sit there thinking it was an ordinary tree, suddenly start spilling hitherto-unimagined gems with such profligate abandon.

Slate, about Pimm's straight: "It is as if a quantity of fresh mulch has doused an insurance fire at a candied-orange factory — inside your mouth." Reminds of Burgess' dead-on observation that eating durian "is like eating vanilla custard in a latrine."

If only we were all as good - and good people - at our jobs as R, who runs the *fantastic* and bafflingly inexpensive breakfast grill at work with unflappable good cheer despite the probably-maddening hours-long onslaught of hungry, entitled-y masses.

A while back, woman in front of me was squinting at and tentatively reading off a post-it what was obviously her boss' order, which was making no sense. R made a brief wtf face and then said deadpan, "Tell your boss 'Hooked on Ebonics'." Maybe it was his delivery but I can't even think about that without lol'ing.

Being bossed around to within inch of life at maison du macaron, comme d'habitude. Well, they finally thought to label each tray by flavor.

For some reason M&Ms do nothing for me, but M&Ms with stuff in them (coconut! PREZTEL!) rock really hard.

DEVASTATION:  just learned that my beloved Tabla - the first place to always spring to mind when someone asks my favorite NY restaurant, though I don't always cite it - is closing at the end of the year.  A primary reason I live where I live - gone.  AUGH

as new yorky a sentence as I've ever read

Eating [at Má Pêche] is a little like visiting your formerly bohemian artist friend, whom you haven’t seen since he signed with Deitch and bought a double loft in TriBeCa.

I like pineapple.

I'm a sucker for the current roasted beets and cauliflower soup trends.

I'm so pleased to report that the chicken at the Pío Pío near me - unlike the UWS & and Times Sq ones - has chicken nearly as good as the UES one's. I remain displeased, however, that their delivery range stops ONE BLOCK north of my place. Guess I'll have to move.

I want to grow a blood-orange tree in my apartment. Is that doable?

Out of Stumptown, reverted to [brand redacted] in fridge which was my previous favorite. It tastes like wrung-out gym sock. Must get to Stumptown immediately.

I like Circus Boy. Citrusy and salty.