Hitler inspired weekend

This weekend had a German theme to it. Because it started with grilled sausages and ended with a fascist car that reminded me of Hitler. But I’m running ahead of myself.   Not much else German related actually happened. Grilled sausages did happen, as part of a desperate end-of-the-summer attempts to grill everything there could possibly be grilled because in the words of Stark family ‘the winter is coming’ (Game of Thrones reference, in case I have to explain myself). And who knows what’s waiting for us in the winter maybe not starvation but also not BBQ ribs. So, feel...

Yoga for the homeless

  This post is actually not entirely about yoga for the homeless, but hey it’s a catchy title.   I think I’ve become some type of culinary critic. Or rather not a critic since I don’t criticize, because I’m nice and cool like that, more like a person that goes to random restaurants and then writes about them. Hey, people have different hobbies. I’m not much good at anything else. Except dancing. Somehow, I ended up with a set of moves worthy of a well-paid stripper.  But back to the food.   Last night I was taken to an authentic...

Big city life – on hold for the weekend

There comes a point when you’ve spent enough time in the city to feel like it is gnawing on your life forces. And you jump at the opportunity to spend the weekend in the woods, away from it all. And you drive there all ready for a blissful rest. Just as you start getting closer you immediately turn down the car windows and convince yourself that the air already feels different. Realistically, this is upstate and not some sort of nature sanctuary, civilization is still very much present, people drive cars, and burn fuel. But no, the air is different,...

Your Ultimate guide to Bushwick

Well, actually not exactly ultimate and not exactly a guide. More like a recital of my evening spent there but here it goes. So, if you’re into good food and happen to live in New York – good for you. If you live elsewhere…well, I don’t know travel a lot or something. As a well-known fact New York has a collection of well diversified restaurants because of all the immigrants that come here and start making their food, because American food sucks. As a result you can easily find a good spot and familiarize yourself with any kitchen from around...

Beware of the spa pedicure scam

Want to hear something strange, and funny, and touching at the same time? I went flower picking on the weekend. I kid you not. Out of nowhere, a friend of mine just said ‘hey, I know this woodsy spot, it has a type of lake and we could just go and pick wild flowers and stuff’. It required some driving, so I was the primary decision maker on this adventurous trip, to which I said ‘ Well, I don’t see why not? I must warn you though; I’m really good at making flower crowns’.  I swear we were both completely...

The Story of Me Part 5

Continued from here The Story of Me So, after the initial excitement settled down. There came some more excitement. Food related. Coming from a post-soviet union country, a lot of western products were deemed as evil and taboo. Now, we had an unlimited access to them. Potato chips were the object of my undivided love and committed attention for the longest time, which in the end cost about 20 extra pounds. Ok people, to prove my point – I have an actual photo of me with a bag of potato chips, one of them ginormous bags from Costco. I am...

Young adult

Do you know how you can tell you’re becoming a grown up? If you find yourself after work on a kid’s playground catching a toddler going down a slide. That’s how. I don’t mean just any random toddler. Because if you’re doing that there is something wrong with you. I mean your friend’s toddler, that same friend who shares your memories of days with questionable choices and who knows enough information to potentially put you in jail. For a short period of time, nothing too crazy.   You’re also a grown up if you mutual decide that a walk to...

Do you know what sweaty eyeballs feel like?

Remember that day when you were excited to see temperatures climbing up? Well, that day is gone and over and now comes the day when those temperatures turn you into a complaining, sweaty, sad, little person.  You’ve probably went on that camping trip, and seen fireworks on the fourth of July, got a sunburn, went to visit that friend with a pool and experienced enough mosquito bites to place you in a limbo of waiting for this heat to be over with. And Christmas holidays seem very appealing now. And maybe even Halloween. And the whole summertime excitement is overrated...

The story of me Part 4

Continued from here. Don’t be lazy pants and read all previous sections first. We landed. Due to previously intelligently conducted arrangements, we had some people that were meeting us at the airport. These were not relatives, nor acquaintances but some people from my mom’s hometown that migrated to New York some years back, were identified by some word of mouth, haunted down and asked for help. For whatever strange reason they agreed. However, now I know that once an immigrant it will become your automatic duty to assist all the new arrivals. I’m letting you in on secret local, native-born...

Don’t forget to be a rebel

The highlight of this weekend was heat. Some other things happened but this was in between moments of ‘omg, I’m about to pass out’. No amount of being outside, or in the shade, or near the water, or in the water could have saved you. This is the famous New York heat that makes you feel like you’re a lobster in a boiling pot of somebody’s dinner or an eternal sinner that finally died and reach the bowels of hell. I just re-read my descriptions…somewhat extreme, and I bet you won’t want to visit New York in the summer. And...