It’s Friday night here in NYC and one work week is OVER. Awesomeness. It’s been a bit of a brain straining week and I’d been looking forward to taking it easy, wandering around this great little city on my own. Of course by “taking it easy”, I totally meant “go shopping”.
Last night, as soon as I finished work, I went straight to Macy’s and got my 10% discount card just like I promised you I would. Priority one done.
Priority two? Get on the subway and hurtle towards New York’s East Village – I was totally disproportionately excited in the knowledge that I was about to consume the one and only Luke’s Lobster roll.
The time is 7.54pm eastern standard time. I arrived in New York City literally less than 3 hours ago and what’s the first thing I eat? KyoChon Fried Chicken, baby! Maybe it’s destiny because by complete randomness, I’ve landed my butt in a hotel in Manhattan’s Koreatown. Maybe secretly – or maybe the Koreans know something I don’t – but just maybe, I am Korean afterall.
I love LA. I love LA. I love LA. Where once I thought that if I lived in the United States I would for sure live in NYC, I now think it’s LA, it’s all LA.
For every reason that everyone else seems to not like the place, I love it. I love the flatness, I love the expansiveness (one could read that as expensiveness but heck I live in London ok), I love the urban sprawl.
I love the bleached blonde wanna be starlets (ok I don’t love them per se, but they amuse me), I love that everyone’s an actor, I love the bigness that is LA.
And here I thought my post from the LA trip in October was big. Goes to show how much I know because this post laughs in the face of the old one. It sh*ts all over the old one, and seriously, can you believe this trip was actually shorter?!
I can’t. But it was.
My luggage put on 6kgs while it was there and so that it didn’t feel bad, I stuffed myself full of SoCal culinary goodness and gained like 6kgs myself. Or something like that. I mean, this post doesn’t even cover it all! There was already that dinner at Market, followed by channelling my inner Homer with a pizza & beer dinner.
And there’s also a fabulous dinner at Izaka-ya by Katsu-ya but that one’s gonna get a post of its own.
This post is for all the adhoc eating that I did. And boy did I do a lot. Buckle up!
It’s Saturday morning here in Los Angeles and once again, I’m blogging from my hotel room. It’s my last day on work-cation and I’m going out with a bang ~ the one truly scrumptious junk food addiction, KyoChon Fried Chicken (the other KFC).
Doing it the American way, I’ve been indulging in the not-so-healthy gourmet delights of this vast country over the last week. I had the obligatory In-N–Out Burger (which is every bit as simple and tantalising as I expected) and will have KFC today, but before either of these, there was Pizza Port.
Me and pizza and beer for dinner. Can you just imagine.