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Anatomy of the Perfect Bite.

One of the benefits of my current freelance gig is the schedule—I work until an ungodly hour on Monday nights, then have Tuesdays and Wednesdays to recover. I try to be productive on those days off, I really do, but the apartment is still messy, the laundry is in piles, and my various writing projects are yet untouched. It’s shockingly easy to acclimate to a midweek weekend.

Taken in that context, I consider it an accomplishment when I manage to make it out for lunch. It helps to choose to forget about the financial expenditure (dinner normally costs a whole lot more) and the caloric intake (one large meal in the middle of the day is much better for you than a large meal in the evening): Both are easily justified as minor side effects of blog-content procurement. Anything for you, readers. (And the light’s much better at lunchtime, too).

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The Kindness of Strangers.

I was much less itinerant than planned last weekend, unfortunately; the Carnivore’s father was hospitalized, so we were grounded in NYC. It was a birthday trip; I couldn’t go without him, even as starved for travel as I am. Of course, staying in town meant that I had to scramble to come up with a place to celebrate at the last minute; luckily, I keep a long list for just such an occasion.


His only requests were for oysters and fruity cocktails, and Momofuku Ssäm Bar had both on the menu. Not the best idea for a Saturday night at peak dining hours, but we grabbed a quick drink at a nearby pub, then headed back to the restaurant. We’d barely had time to order a beverage from the extensive list (that’s his Ginger Rogers at the top of the picture, composed of rum, cognac, lemon and ginger, and my ginger-pomegranate-rye sour at the bottom) before we were summoned to the communal table.

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