Chunky truffles for six graders

afterglow

Yes, what a day! I finally went on stage at the Urban Citizens Brigade in New York City, yes! What can I say, I dream of doing something, talk about it for years until friends and family want to puke whenever I open my mouth, then finally do IT even though my urinary tract won't hold the urine IN, until finally I am on stage, doing the thang I've dreamed of doing for more years than I will ever admit.

My sis

It was a beautiful day. My amazing sister, JerriAnne,  drove from New Hampshire to witness the event, and was able to make it to brunch with me.  I say me, because it was just us two, and it was perfect.  It's always great to be able to spend quality time with Sis, and just talk. And we did, because it was just us.

The food was presented well,  except for one tiny teenie thing.  And, yes, I'm going to rant for a minute.  Before I do, let's say where brunch #20 was: La Giara in Murray Hill.  They had the unlimited drinks special for only 10$ including food, so it was on like Donkey Kong.  I was super excited about this spot because it was kinda close to UCB, and in another neighborhood that wasnt the LES,  so I was like, word, let's do this.

VEAL

scambled w salad

So, I ordered the Spaghetti fritatta, and I asked, "Does it have any meat in it?"  The waitress looked at me and said "No, no meat, just cheese'" So I ordered the Spaghetti fritatta. Food arrived, and a large chunck was taken.  What was this, I wondered.  Delicious, amazing, seasonings I had not tasted for a while, my taste buds budded and my saliva salivad, and I asked the waitress.."Are you sure this has no meat?"  cause my taste buds were seriously canga-banging  in a way that hadn't been felt in a while.  "No, there is no meat, but let me check.." She responded assuredly, and off she went, to ensure me that no meat had entered my now hysterical tummy bummy.

Sis and I kept connecting, until waitress returned, and said sadly " I'm sorry, there is meat in it"  I took a deep breath, but before I could even think of an acceptable meat that would work for me,  she said.
" It comes with veal"

My head did not explode,  but my mouth did.  " Seriously, did you just say the most politically-incorrect meat out there?".  Silence.
"I mean, really...VEAL?"

Luckily, my darling sis turned down the volume, by offering to eat said milk-stuffed-cage-forced calf meat, and I did not suffer an aneurysm.

Little note to La Giara:  if you are offering Spagethii Frittatta with VEAL,  I believe that is the one MEAT that should be clearly written on the menu and into the mind of the peeps who serve said VEAL.

And I'm done.

After the meal, it was off to Improv, to stand in front of strangers and conjure up stories that would make them laugh.  It was exciting, terrifying and a boner-creator - ok, clitoris riser....anyway,  I was happy and apparently horny.  And again so blessed that my family and friends came out to support, THANK YOU AGAIN!

We made the rounds to Trailer Park, and finally ended up at Soho Grand for some pimms and lemon juice, then home, and what an insane day it was.

BRUNCH #20 (Murray Hill)

PLACE: La Giara

EATS: Spaghetti with freaking VEAL - and a bloody.
TRACKS : Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock - Joy and Pain
OUTSTANDING WORD:  Delicatecy
OUTSTANDING QUOTE:  "Somewhere over Viagra."  "I like my truffles chunky."

Pictures by Dennis Creary.