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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Fuck New York

What the hell have they got that we haven't? Let's see, shall we?

  • Snow
  • A lack of eye contact
  • An excess of black clothing
And now, my friends, they will have one more thing:

Daniel Humm.

Damn, those bitches are spoiled enough already. Why do they have to take my sunshine away?

I am a bitter, bitter woman.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld

3 Comments:

Blogger Brian said...

Whoa there, tiger. Don't be talking smack about my hometown. I will, however, try to fuck New York when I go out there next week. And though I won't be eating at Eleven Madison Park, I will be eating at a little slice of heaven known as Gray's Papaya. $2, for two hot dogs and a grape drink with more chemicals than Courtney Love's medicine cabinet. Oh, yes.

12/15/2005 12:13 PM  
Blogger Joy said...

Cry me a river, Brian. You know technically it's my family's fucking hometown too, but they are still bitch ass stealers. You're so going to kick my ass, aren't you?

From what I understand, Gray's Papaya has some of the best eats around. Do me a favor and peep the rice pudding restaurant for me, K?

12/15/2005 10:59 PM  
Blogger Tana Butler said...

I have reservations next week. I can't wait.

12/16/2005 11:03 AM  

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