(An Update Of) A Food Review

Okay – maybe I said a harsh word or two in my (semi) recent review of the meal that I had over at Ressie Mae’s Soul Food [for the quick record – the meal consisted of candied yams, green beans and the mac & cheese . . . for a longer record of the events go here to read the review – which for no record other than mine was linked to from midtown lunch – a nice and nifty food blog].

But now look who has a proverbial slathering of Soul Food eggs (if such a thing even exists) on his face . . . I’ll give you one quick guess . . . it’s me.

Ressis Mae’s is all gone . . . and I will never darken it’s doorstep again – more importantly – I will never get the chance to try their (from what I’ve heard) so – so good fried chicken (and waffles). It has taken me a couple of bits to get around to writing this eulogy – mostly because I didn’t want to come across as crass – in a “Your restraunt closed – and I had a bad experience there and blah – blah – blah!” type of way – and I also didn’t want to come across (completely) in an emotional wreck “I work in an odd and (semi) food-desolate area – and what will I ever ever do . . . there is nothing for me to eat . . . anywhere . . . I’m just going to go to Duane Reade and suffer.” kind of way (whatever kind of way that even is – I’m not so sure).

But what I will say is that it is unfortunate that a restaurant right around the corner from my building is gone – leaving in it’s wake half-a-dozen of those cookie cutter “upscale bodegas” with soups/cookies/sandwiches/stir fry/pasta types of places – that just have so so much of that – uhm – individuality – right?!

So – now I venture out – towards 9th avenue – where I can only hope some form of yummy food lives . . . and when I say “lives” – I more probably mean “hides in the shadowy wilderness of the cities canyons” – just waiting for me to begin the hunt – so mount up – cow pokes – because it is certainly “get some vittles time!”

Yee-Haw!

Etymology for the word Vittles:

Victuals
c.1303, vitaylle (singular), from Anglo-Fr. and O.Fr. vitaille, from L.L. victualia “provisions,” noun use of plural of victualis “of nourishment,” from victus “livelihood, food, sustenance,” from base of vivere “to live” (see vital). Spelling altered 1523 to conform with L., but pronunciation remains “vittles.”

My Dog (Irving Brown Socks) Eats –

Oranges . . . or more specifically . . . clementines (which are those tasty tasty little no-seed, easy-peel oranges that come in small boxes with netting on top).

As we are walking – not just today – but a lot of days – as well – I was eating a clementime (for the record – there was one huge seed that I found – and had to spit out) . . . and so Socks (determining that ownership of all of my possessions are around 10% his) made a head nod gesture. That was his indication that – maybe – it was time to hand over a piece of a section. So I did.

Recently – as we were working on some serious frisbee action (and when I am sitting here saying serious – you must know that I really mean seriously serious) – pieces of clementine were used as the treats to make him stop destroying the frisbee – and get ready for the next round.

I guess that the point of all of this is that my dog eats small oranges . . . what does yours eat?

And for the sake of inclusion . . . if you don’t have a dog (cat, gerbil, monkey or macaw) theeeeeeen – I guess . . . uhm . . . what do you eat when you play with a frisbee?!

I guess . . .

Ants 79 (Holiday!)

Holy Buttons & Beans!

Something so so official came in the mail the other day (one of those days that mail comes) . . . and I am so giddy about it that I figured I would let (let) you know . . .

And the officiality is that my little website is all kinds of copyrighted – uhm – written – ahhhh – yeah – there is a copyright . . . so now I can finally go and get one of those awesome “©” tattoos that I have always dreamed of (but not really).

I looked and looked on the U.S. Copyright website for any mention of my copyright . . . but there was nothing to be found. Oh well – at least I have a nice piece of paper to look at.

My iPhone (call) Review.

I have been sitting on this for a couple of days now – trying to really make sure to get to how I actually feel about this whole thing – and make sure that I don’t foist a knee jerk reaction – upon you guys – who certainly don’t deserve anything less . . . and have now decided that it is the time to drop my hat into the iPhone (call) review pool.

And – for the record – this will be my last post (barring something truly significant – that is) about the iPhone . . . you got a cartoon – and a review – and that is plenty.

A couple of days ago – I was like a little bear cub . . . with no water or food to keep me going . . . I was lost in a forest (world) where people (that I knew) had iPhones – but (through the fault of tough tough activation) who weren’t calling me back. And then my phone rang.

Right off the bat – I have to say that the way that the iPhone made my phone ring was slightly different (I would even hazard to say slightly more angelic) than my phone has ever rung. But that could never prepare me for what would happen when I answered the call.

I don’t want to point to crazily significant things in the history of the world . . . but when I said “Hello” to the number that I didn’t recognize (because the person had to get a new number – because (potentially) AT&T is as (potentially) evil as the iPhone is (so so) good) even my voice sounded better – more confident – less warbling (than normal). It had to be like when lightning struck a tree – and man “discovered” fire (for the record – I’m not really sure if that is how it happened or not) – or like the time in history – where people learned that “killer” whales could be trained to do wonderful – and splashy tricks . . . it was just that great.

When the voice replied – it was my pal Clunky (he is totally a robot) – I could totally tell that the proximity sensor knew that it was close to his face – so that the screen was off – and the accelerometers were ready for him to be done with the call – so that they could do their “flipping the screen” job. Basically – it was a minute and a half call where people were high-fiving me, stuffing dollars down my shirt pocket and a chef appeared out of nowhere to give me a slice of my favorite egg custard from S&S Cafeteria . . . the phone call was that good.
So – I’m not sure what is going on with all of the iPhone haters out there – who are still lost in the forest – with nary a berry to eat . . . but – perhaps – if they just took the time to receive a call from one of these miraculously magical devices . . . then the(ir) world would be a better place.

Roll away little bear cubs . . . roll away. There is lightning in the skies – tonight . . .