Thursday, March 20, 2014

Coney Island

Is there anything more despressing than a closed-for-the-season amusement park? But then, is there anything more depressing than an amusement park in the first place?








Coney Island is so full of screaming colors that I felt like I had to retreat to black and white. 
I really enjoyed the horizon, because in Manhattan, you hardly ever see it. I did not enjoy the two hour subway/bus ride back to Manhattan. What's the matter with all those constant weekend repair works on each and every subway line?








Mister shrimp, how can I ever have shrimp again without having to think of you, you disgusting looking little thing?


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Thursday, March 13, 2014

I fear the day of the intervention

Because that day will certainly come.

































Say hello to ChefinspektorWachmeister Eisner. My latest addition of things I don't need but can't resist when I see them at a flea market. One day, my family and friends will gather, surprise me in my apartment and send me into therapy. I will never be crazy cat woman but I am on my way to becoming crazy objects from flea market woman. So let me just stress that while I did spend 12 dollars on that wooden toy, I bravely abstained from buying that beautiful children's typewriter made from tin for 25 dollars. 
Of course, I also had Onigiri and then tried a different Japanese chef currently present at Brooklyn Flea: Inglorivs Kaburayvs .


They have a different menu every time I go there and this time served one of my favorite dishes - Teriyaki chicken. How come the chicken always is so soft and juice? They served Japanese style potato salad with it (I would have preferred rice), a slice of bread as well as a salad with an incredibly tasty Shiso-dressing from MOMO dressing

So thumbs up for the food and thumps up for ChefinspektorWachmeister Eisner!


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Thursday, February 27, 2014

A brainfreeze not from ice cream // semi-spontanious visit to Niagara Falls

10 second without your gloves and your fingers are in so much pain, you want to scream right out. The wind and mist give you an instant brain freeze deluxe, the snot freezes instantly in your nose (sorry for the tmi). I guess I was wrong about the sense of spring in the air.


Maybe not the best day of the year to visit Niagara Falls, but since my plans for the day got cancelled, I thought what the fuck, let's go to the Falls! I had been to the Falls over ten years ago in autumn, but thought that they might also look spectacular during the winter. They do, and on a day with wind chill temperatures of minus 20, you have the place almost all to yourself!

































Oh and Niagara Falls the town? It was a weird place ten years ago, and it still is.

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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Rice & Miso everyday // and you could sense spring was in the air

Spiegel online was featuring an article about the new wave of hybrid food that is sweeping through New York at the moment, you know, cronut, bruffin, ramen-burger.

So is it time to call the good old cheese sandwich "cheeswich" and make a fortune with that brilliant idea? Honestly, hybrid food makes me yawn. And cronuts? I don't get the hype. I haven't had one, but what do people expect? Of course fat plus flour plus sugar will taste good, so get over it. 

Nevertheless, I went to Brooklyn Winter Fleamarket today, which is sort of the epicenter of the hybrid food wave. The Smorgasburg at the winter edition is somewhat smaller, but I don't care as long as my favorite food supplier is there: Rice & Miso everday! Whenever I go to Smorgasburg, I always start with an onigiri with Tuna and Mayo from them. 


Today, I also had the curry, which was ok. The Onigiri however was as lovely as always! Onigiri are my favorite snack and I wish they were as widely available as bananas. 


I also looked around the fleamarket but didn't buy anything except for 4 old black and white photos. It always makes me sad to see such captured memories up for sale and I wonder where their relatives are or why they didn't bother to take care of those memories. So I bought four photographs and will put them up on my fridge in my Berlin kitchen and pretend that they are part of my family: Omma Eusebie - the long lost sister of my great-granny - in her new white gloves and shiny fur, Onkel Friedrich, the long lost son of Omma Eusebie, his long lost nephew Karl sitting on his shoulders and two photos from when Anneliese, the wife of the long lost Onkel Friedrich was showing of her new swimsuit at the beach that day it was really windy together with her best friend Edna. If we all would adopt old photographs like that, we could give those memories a new home!




And spring, let me tell you, there was a sense of spring in the air! The sky was blue, the sun was shining as if to proof that it had not forgotten how to warm us all up! 

































Some impressions from a stroll through Williamsburg with a sense of spring bringing a smile to my face!







































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Sunday, February 16, 2014

A thimble full of vanilla sauce and the good mood bus

After visiting the Museum of the City of New York, I was met with yet another snow storm outside and decided to make a café stop to see if the weather would change so that I could walk home through Central Park.


I won't mention any names (hint: take a close look at the photo) but if you want to have the tiniest amount of vanilla sauce served on the Upper East Side, head to a famed Austrian Café! To start with the good things: my Peppermint tea was delicious. The apple strudel however? It wasn't really 'leiwand'. I didn't really like the taste of the apples used, plus, they were really underbaked. And the thimble full of vanilla sauce - mind you, the picture doesn't do justice to the size of the petit pot - well, I was about to ask for the missing magnifying glass... As a matter of fact, the only reason I took a photo was to document the tininess of the pot.
Oh, and telling me repeatedly where to stand in line when there really isn't a line, is just ridiculous. At least it felt cozy, sipping hot tea inside while the wind would make the snow flakes dance outside the window. 

Since the weather hadn't cleared up, I decided to take M 86 across town to head home which turned out to be a brilliant idea as I found myself on the good mood bus. I am not the kind of person who likes public attention, or being forcefully drawn into someone's performance, but the busdriver on this bus was just so nice and not overtly intrusive that when he asked over the intercom if it was somebody's birthday today or in the upcoming weeks, people at first were like 'ahahhh' but then started shouting when their birthdays would be. When we turned the corner to Central Park, it was determined that Max in the back of the bus with a birthday coming up on Feb. 27th was the winner and the bus driver asked everyone on the bus to sing happy birthday to Max - and everbody did! I don't know if the snow storm outside or the grey and dull Manhattan life as a back drop made people appreciate the humanity displayed, but literally everyone on the bus was smiling when they got off! It clearly made my day after just having spent 20 dollars on an underbaked apple strudel and a thimble of vanilla sauce. If you are really curious about the bus ride, google M 86 and happy birthday and you will read many stories about the driver. It really makes me happy when people love their job as much as he does!

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