NYTimes article on how newyorkers overcome Sandy on two wheels.
So I’m a bagel fan. I’m not going to say I eat them every day, but I probably eat more than five a week. I really love this simple jewish culinary product. Such a simple product with so many possibilities. You can have it for breakfast, lunch, quick snack and dinner. It’s full of possibilities.
So this Saturday afternoon I had lunch at Murray’s bagels. Simple everything whole wheat bagel with pastrami, nothing else.
The bagel was not very shinny, probably because of the poppy and sesame seeds among other things, but it was perfectly dense and chewy. It was also puffy and not sweet which is how I like my bagels.
Murray’s is located in Avenue of the Americas 500, next to 13 St. It is a little bit expensive, but I think the bagels are worth every penny. I had to wait around twenty minutes to order and there is not a lot of space or tables availble. However, the ambiance is very nice. There are also chairs on the outside to sit down and enjoy on the summer day. You really get the feeling you are in a original New York joint, not in a McDonald’s where everything is like copy/paste.
One of the good things of living in the States is that I was able to discover good high quality beer and learn to appreciate it. Not Bud Light or Miller, that’s canned pee. Beers like Okocim and Delirium Tremens. Learn what an IPA and a Lager are and so on. So I was looking around for beer culture stuff and found the following cheers. I hope you guys enjoy the cheers.
To the holidays—all 365 of them.
I wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
A pocket full of money
And a cellar full of beer!
Let’s drink the liquid of amber so bright;
Let’s drink the liquid with foam snowy white;
Let’s drink the liquid that brings all good cheer;
Oh, where is the drink like old-fashioned beer?
In heaven there is no beer…
That’s why we drink ours here.
He that buys land buys many stones.
He that buys flesh buys many bones.
He that buys eggs buys many shells,
But he that buys good beer buys nothing else.
Times are hard,
And wages are small,
So drink more beer,
And fuck them all.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!
–Old Irish toast
Here’s to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer-and another one!
–Old Irish toast
Here’s to women’s kisses,
and to whiskey, amber clear;
not as sweet as a woman’s kiss,
but a damn sight more sincere.
But if at church they give some ale
And a pleasant fire for our souls to regale
We’d sing and we’d pray all the live long day
Nor ever once from the church to stray.
Below are some pictures from the December 2010 blizzard in NYC.
Below is the crossing between Malcolm X and 125 St.
Having to do deliveries wasn’t really pleasant for sure.
Here is a car completely covered in snow. Looks like the owner had to take public transport.
Last photo is of a townhouse in 128 St.
All the pictures were taken at around 1430 EST.