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Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, March 07, 2011
En anglais, svp!
I just attempted to celebrate "bolludagur", or as I like to translate it - ball day. These balls are made from the same dough as éclair au chocolat but cut in half, filled with jam and cream and then topped with chocolate. Eaten only once a year in Iceland, they are absolutely decadent. Sadly we put too much flour in the dough and ended up with biscuits. However, we will try again this weekend.
This same friend recently asked me how single life was treating me, due to my boyfriend being back home for a month. It was a good question and changed my attitude to his departure. Instead of missing him constantly like I did when we were a long distance couple, I decided to enjoy life as a single girl. Without cheating on him of course.
I spent my weekend in this spirit, headed to my favourite pub in New York on Friday to celebrate a friend´s birthday. That is the Peculier Pub on Bleecker street. Literally 3 minutes away from where I used to work, a classic bar with hundreds of bottled beers and a good lot on tap as well. The best thing on the menu is the mushroom burger, classic burger with mushrooms sautéed in beer and cheddar. Good fries. Goes down remarkably well with a Stella. Especially if that Stella is in a 1L beerglass. The tables have been carved into and the lighting is dull, the jukebox really makes the place what it is. Impeccable service and well, a great bar! For drinking beer that is.
But I didn´t go there to judge the bar. I had a much more important mission. To judge the girlfriends of two of my coworkers. Would they pass the ultimate test of being drunk together? I thoroughly enjoyed this test, until 7 am in fact and came home happy and a friend richer. On Saturday I remembered that I have been in a relationship for 3 years and it has taken a serious toll on my drinking abilities. So I spent the day wearing my red hungover sunglasses.
In the evening I had to go out though, I had promised a friend dinner and hookah. Feeling way too old for partying two nights in a row I headed to Alphabet City, a hyped but still cool area of New York. We went to Kazuza and ate slightly above average food and I had a mediocre glass of wine. The deco however was perfect for hookah, middle easter with red and golden tones. Really the sort of place you feel comfortable staying in. So stay we did, for five hours - and the hookah was absolutely excellent. They refilled the coals free of charge and kept it going for hours. We fell into a comfortable evening of talking about our boyfriends and making jokes. I had one horrible cocktail - A French Martini - but I´m pretty sure the pineapple juice was expired because the recipe sounded good; the waitress gave me a Sexy Red instead and it was absolutely delicious. The highpoint of the hookah bar, apart from the company of course, was the bellydancer. She had the perfect body, a glimmering golden costume and serious talent. She was gorgeous. The whole time she danced I was fixated and decided that if I ever have to live in a harem, I want her to be there with me.
When we left we saw a series of signs from the universe telling us to continue drinking, and we did. This time at the Beauty Bar, closer to Union Square. A fabulous place with a German speaking bouncer, always a plus! The people seemed gay or cult, we couldn´t really tell which but they were definitely more attractive than your average ABCian. The bar is mimicked as a hairdressers salon from the ´80s, and offers manicures 24/7. Good drinks. My friend repelled men with the classic line "I can´t hear you".... "I still can´t hear you".... until they got the hint and left her alone. Music to my liking and a discoball to top it all off.
Sunday was spent happily at home, lazing about and trying to understand twitter.
This same friend recently asked me how single life was treating me, due to my boyfriend being back home for a month. It was a good question and changed my attitude to his departure. Instead of missing him constantly like I did when we were a long distance couple, I decided to enjoy life as a single girl. Without cheating on him of course.
I spent my weekend in this spirit, headed to my favourite pub in New York on Friday to celebrate a friend´s birthday. That is the Peculier Pub on Bleecker street. Literally 3 minutes away from where I used to work, a classic bar with hundreds of bottled beers and a good lot on tap as well. The best thing on the menu is the mushroom burger, classic burger with mushrooms sautéed in beer and cheddar. Good fries. Goes down remarkably well with a Stella. Especially if that Stella is in a 1L beerglass. The tables have been carved into and the lighting is dull, the jukebox really makes the place what it is. Impeccable service and well, a great bar! For drinking beer that is.
But I didn´t go there to judge the bar. I had a much more important mission. To judge the girlfriends of two of my coworkers. Would they pass the ultimate test of being drunk together? I thoroughly enjoyed this test, until 7 am in fact and came home happy and a friend richer. On Saturday I remembered that I have been in a relationship for 3 years and it has taken a serious toll on my drinking abilities. So I spent the day wearing my red hungover sunglasses.
In the evening I had to go out though, I had promised a friend dinner and hookah. Feeling way too old for partying two nights in a row I headed to Alphabet City, a hyped but still cool area of New York. We went to Kazuza and ate slightly above average food and I had a mediocre glass of wine. The deco however was perfect for hookah, middle easter with red and golden tones. Really the sort of place you feel comfortable staying in. So stay we did, for five hours - and the hookah was absolutely excellent. They refilled the coals free of charge and kept it going for hours. We fell into a comfortable evening of talking about our boyfriends and making jokes. I had one horrible cocktail - A French Martini - but I´m pretty sure the pineapple juice was expired because the recipe sounded good; the waitress gave me a Sexy Red instead and it was absolutely delicious. The highpoint of the hookah bar, apart from the company of course, was the bellydancer. She had the perfect body, a glimmering golden costume and serious talent. She was gorgeous. The whole time she danced I was fixated and decided that if I ever have to live in a harem, I want her to be there with me.
When we left we saw a series of signs from the universe telling us to continue drinking, and we did. This time at the Beauty Bar, closer to Union Square. A fabulous place with a German speaking bouncer, always a plus! The people seemed gay or cult, we couldn´t really tell which but they were definitely more attractive than your average ABCian. The bar is mimicked as a hairdressers salon from the ´80s, and offers manicures 24/7. Good drinks. My friend repelled men with the classic line "I can´t hear you".... "I still can´t hear you".... until they got the hint and left her alone. Music to my liking and a discoball to top it all off.
Sunday was spent happily at home, lazing about and trying to understand twitter.
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