It all began two minutes off the jetway at LaGuardia on the way to baggage claim. A text message popped up: “Where R U? Shke Shck ice crm of day = cffee + dnuts.”
Me: “B rght there!”
And thus kicked off what would become my most gluttonous run at New York City to date.
The cab dumped me off at my place in TriBeCa. I put up my suits and shirts, washed my face, and was out the door to run a few errands in midtown. I make my way back down to Madison Square Park where I met my friend at the Shake Shack for ice cream.
I really shouldn’t have been eating ice cream at 5pm, given that I had a dinner reservation at 8pm. But, the weather was perfect, the line was short, and I’m a firm believer that one’s appetite can never be spoiled, only whetted, by ice cream.
In the subsequent five days, I would clean my plates at:
There were a couple of mid-afternoon detours to La Maison du Chocolat. And, there were at least thirty small plates consumed at The James Beard Awards, more at the after-party. Did I mention that I stopped by the Big Apple BBQ Block Party as well?
I was a busy glutton.
Now I’m a dieting glutton.
To keep my mind off the self-imposed liquid diet regimen (and I don’t mean of the Guayaquil Iced Frappé type) and 6 mile runs that will hopefully help whittle me back into my pants, I’ll be writing up reviews of these meals. I mean, spandex is fun, but not forever.
Favorites? Highlights? You’ll just have to wait. I’ll link the above list of restaurants to the blog posts when they publish.
Re: the coffee and donuts ice cream: other than being served too-soft (I’m sure the amount of traffic kept that freezer door open for the larger part of the day), it was pretty good. At first lick, my friend and I got pure coffee. It wasn’t until I hit a motherload chunk of donut (the yeasty kind) that we realized there were nuggets of the fried dough mixed into the ice cream.