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I ate a pizza, useless teething toys and more!
Hello! I have decided my social media feeds have become a bit too clogged with just baby and cat content so I thought a newsletter would be a good way for people to voluntarily get the hot baby and cat content they crave, plus a few extra tidbits just for stopping by.
First up, I ate a very good pizza (below). It was a prosciutto margarita pizza with arugula and vegan cheese from an establishment called MediCi in the Century City mall. It was honestly perfect. It was a bold choice to go to a previously-unknown-to-me pizza joint when Eataly is a few hundred yards away, but I made the right choice. This place wasn’t crowded and we got our food super quick and could have the stroller at the table with us (not possible in Eataly). Bill got the “Devil’s Pizza",” presumably so named for its spicy flavor, but I really don’t want to put words in the mouth of Signor MediCi.
We did however still go to Eataly for some delicious food stuffs such as sage pasta and gnocchi. We also purchased some pappardelle and their house bolognese sauce (which was diary free, btw). I enjoyed it a lot so I pureed some with water for the baby. He…was less enthused…
Speaking of the baby…
He is almost 5 months now and teething BIG TIME, and I have some questions about this teething toy:
I would like to draw your attention to this restaurant review, entitled NYC’s Buzziest New Sushi Parlors Are Transcendent, If You Can Handle the Bros over at Eater NY. The whole thing is worth a read, especially if you have always wanted to know what it’s like to be a sushi snob with zero social skills and abhorrent table manners (I’m guessing at this but it’s alluded to at the end of the review). Some highlights:
At Ichimura, I saw a group of tourists ignore the fragile nigiri the chef was serving them, letting two or more pieces collect on their plates as they tapped away on their phones. And at Zo, two guys sitting nearby insisted on taking care of our $650 bill. After they did (thank you!), they encouraged us to defraud our company by expensing the dinner anyway.
Can you believe, dear reader, that there are people so gauche and devoid of common decency as to insist upon paying for our meal?
Shortly after he kicked off his omakase at Noda last week, a man in a gray suit emitted a subtle “wow” as he ate his silky chawanmushi with uni and caviar. It’s possible I did the same. The white pudding was stunning, enrobing the tongue with its fats and softening the briny blow of the urchin. A few minutes later, as I was contemplating a nori-wrapped scallop, the shellfish sugars juxtaposed against the coastal-breeze tautness of the seaweed, that same guy exclaimed, “Wow, they nailed that.” He went on with these audible platitudes throughout the meal, in the vein of a sports fan yelling athletic gobbledygook at the nearest flat-screen television.
HOW DARE HE! This poor man in the gray suit spoke 10 words to this guy during a 2 hour sushi dinner and he is dubbed “Bro Man” for all eternity. I don’t eat sushi, but with descriptions such as “the umami-packed one-biter tastes like a brilliant cross between chicken liver and anchovy water.,” I guess I can see why he was so upset.
Welp that’s all I got this time. I would like to close by offering a random cat photo. Here’s Vivien wearing sunglasses. Deal with it, as the kids say.
Next time…
Baby Halloween costumes
Perhaps a recipe