NYC in 8 hours:
The city in which I was born and raised is
– still super exciting — best in the world in so many dimensions. Whatever you love, you’ll find high level talent there.
– still the city of beginning. At the drop of the hat, you can have a clean slate among a new set of interesting, worldly, talented people. (pro tip:if you’re tired of beginnings and want middles or ends, get the hell out)
– still super frustrating — I paid thirty dollars twice, for parking < 2 hrs.
- still puts you at the mercy of unreasonable and predatory bureaucrats.
- Pongal on Lex is still the best Indian food in the world, and an example of perfect service -- everything you want and nothing you don't.
- Rosa's Pizza on 69th Street in Queens is still the best pizza in the world. We called it Rosa's II because there was another Rosa's Pizza on Grand Avenue at the time of their scandalous opening in the late 80s.
Loved sharing it with my family. Three surprises:
- The Orpheum is ***still*** showing "Stomp"??? (I remember saying the same thing about "Little Shop of Horrors", and noticing when Stomp finally showed up . . . twentyish years ago.
- Saint George's Ukrainian Church was having mass in English! Broader appeal. Makes perfect sense. The icons were extremely familiar. I spent hours of my youth studying them while listening to masses which I didn't understand. Long, agonizing hours measured in impatient child time. Also: I lit candles to remember departed relatives -- they have a push button system in pace of real candles. Somehow, it does not appear in poor taste.
- Though I've been back many times since adulthood, the streets, houses and hills in Woodside/Maspeth Queens still seem much smaller than they were.
- An old Army buddy with whom I was delighted to cross paths said that in Williamsburg, there really is a training academy where leftists learn some weak perverted version of hand to hand combat. These psychopaths are really going all the way with their delusions. They have it completely, and dangerously backwards. It was not a lack of leftist violence that accompanied the rise of fascism, but an excess that precipitated it. You have to look beyond the sanitized, popular versions of history to see this, but once you do, it's obvious. So please tell your radical leftists friends -- be careful what you start.
Finally. High quality sushi in Ukraine. Top floor of the chic new Tsum shopping center.
OMG, she also makes the best vareneky in the world — even when I don’t get home until 23:30. I’m in love all over again.
The dietary advice I’m trying to follow:
It is ridiculous that humans know more about distant galaxies than human nutrition. The hard part with nutrition isn’t finding information but sorting through lies, pseudo science, wishful thinking, and mis-information. Here’s what I’ve come up with. Comments welcome.
1. Vegetables (all different colors, and especially leafy greens).
7. Turmeric (applied both before and after cooking, with black pepper).
8. Coffee (with cinnamon when convenient).
9. Tea (black for taste, green, occasionally hibiscus).
10. One meal a day without meat.
11. Little refined sugar.
13. pro biotics: live yogurt, sauerkraut, pickled vegetables.
14. Vitamin D supplement.
The old lady at the bazaar outside my Kyiv office said these are forest-picked blackberries.
Unfortunately, they’re not yet in L’viv. I’ll be their first customer if they make it here. :)
Me: I’d like this, please. (pointing into the menu to a picture of chicken, salad, and French fries on a plate)
Waitress: French fries?
Me: Yes, with French fries.
Five minutes later, the waitress brings a plate of French fries with mayonnaise.
Apparently, some plain old Ukrainian who lived above the restaurant won a law suit against the restaurant for damages incurred during a rennovation.
The writing on the windshield reads “my owner won in court against Murakami.”
We ordered lunch off the menu, then I went inside and asked the waitress for desserts. (I had to go find her because she was too lazy to check on diners.)
When the bill came we noticed that the desserts were rather expensive. I went to the bar with the bill and paid. (Again, I had to walk because the waitress was too lazy to check on customers).
While they counted my change, I took a menu from the bar and checked dessert prices. That was when the waitress “noticed” that they had overcharged us for dessert — by almost double.
These petty criminals have no business sitting in a restaurant, much less running one.
A quick glance at this map reveals how effectively mountains protect local culture.
After living and eating in Ukraine for over a year, American produce look bloated and unnatural. Onions are not supposed to be that swollen. Apples are not supposed to rival the size of my head. Carrots are not supposed to look that flawless.
Give me that dirty, crooked, small-ish, and *DELICIOUS* Ukrainian produce, please.