Tag Archives: steak
So I met a man at a party who told me that he once had a friend who worked at Coney Island in a curiosities show. Her particular curiosity and talent was that she was able to eat insects in … Continue reading
Jon and I have been together since we were 19, and in all that time, he has been dramatic precisely 3 times, and all for good reason: moving countries, changing jobs.
Valentines Day. Romance! Sugar! Optional Cynicism!
The writing business being what it is, some weeks I am mostly employed as a singer. The bulk of this takes place at St Barts, a glorious gothic-y deco-y castle on Park Ave and 50th. We wear robes. We sing … Continue reading
I have a friend who lives in Brooklyn, works as a designer and collects vintage T-shirts. Like it or not, he’s what is known as a hipster, and he has the customized converse shoes to prove it. This friend took … Continue reading
The first Valentines Day that I spent with the man I ended up married to was, not to put too fine a point on it, awkward and uncomfortable.
Even among people who generally couldn’t give a damn about football. Even among my friends who obsess over things like organic quinoa and sample sale-ing. Even among my friends – alright – one friend specifically – who thought The Giants were a baseball team – … Continue reading
It will surprise no-one who knows Jonathan that his birthday meal of choice involved steak.
Even in a city like New York, populated by people who Pilate as enthusiastically as they experiment with juice cleanses and whey proteins, there are some foods that seem to defy resistance. One of these is frosting. The other is … Continue reading
Apparently the world will be ending on the 21st. It’s not a dead cert by any means, but it’s probably worth eating steak for dinner with someone you adore, just in case. The last time the world almost ended, a … Continue reading