Lunch: 8.29.11
Rob: just had veal milanese that tasted like shoe leather
Kris: i had a chicken cutlet sandwich that i want to throw up in the bathroom
like an afterschool special
Tonight I made Rice and Beans with Harissa and then listened to weird New Age music on Spotify. The Rice and Beans were delicious and I found this awesome Spotify bio of a guy named Gerald Jay Markoe. The last line is so mysterious.
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“Gerald Jay Markoe studied classical music at both Juilliard (B.A.) and the Manhattan School of Music (M.A.). Since the early 1960s, Markoe has studied meditation and astrology, and he specialized in translating the positions of the planets into music, often recording custom tapes based on a person’s astrological sign. His first public album in 1988 was Music from the Pleiades, inspired by the famous poster of the constellation. Markoe formed his own music company, AstroMusic, to distribute his album, and Music from the Pleiades quickly became a bestseller in the New Age market. (Indeed, at least one Markoe album always ranks among the top sellers in the New Age market.) Markoe continued a series of Pleiades-inspired albums until 1993, when angels became the craze; his many angel albums showcase his sensitivity for Baroque music, walking a fine line between orchestral replication and spiritual embellishment. In 1995, he reached out to Native American “brothers” to record/produce albums with Cuzco medicine man Wachan Bajiyoperak (Inka Sunrise), Navajo flautist Brent Chase (Where the Earth Touches the Stars), and the Four Mountain Nation Singers (Navajo Chants). Markoe has also recorded music to back meditation albums narrated by Alma Daniel and Stacey Dean. One wonders what new directions Markoe will take now that he spends most of his time at his new home in Puerto Rico.”
Triple Angry Ginger River Horse. Pretty good, and only way to make the one on the right drinkable. Woulda been better in October tho.
Just cracked two eggs on top of a Tombstone pizza for the third round of the Northern Trust open. Rob just called it Motorino for southerners.
Rob: just had veal milanese that tasted like shoe leather
Kris: i had a chicken cutlet sandwich that i want to throw up in the bathroom
like an afterschool special
Rob: did you see this epic takedown
Kris: epic take down of what…
Rob: that joker Spike Mendelsohn’s burger place in DC
Kris: Neil Patrick Harris?
Rob: ha
i wish!
Kris: but this stupid asshole said the bruger tastes good
fuck him
Rob: well so the flavor is good
big deal
theres more to a burger than that
Kris: this burger tasted like shit… but my bun wasn’t flat! 4 stars!
Rob: haha
Kris: i dont like this person
Rob: why
Kris: J. Kenji-Lopez Alt
Rob: he’s great
he’s brilliant
Kris: because the guy makes a laundry list of things “you shouldn’t do to your burger” then tells me that he liked eating the burger
and anyone that is dogmatic about ANY sort of food preparation/serving style bugs me
Rob: blergh
Kris: like cheesesteak idiots
hot dog idiots
etc etc
Rob: he’s approaching it in a scientific manner
sometimes you get good results with bad science
doesnt make it a good burger place
he was just being honest
he’s essentially saying “i had a good burger, but chances are that you wont”
Kris: No he’s quibbling with how it’s done and implying that lines of people there are rubes.
Rob: THEY FUCKING ARE
ITS WASHINGTON DC
Kris: ha
I think people are crazy for waiting in line for Shake Shack
but because it doesn’t taste that amazing
not because there is fat left on the grill
Rob: im a five guys man through and through
Kris: i love their stuff
“I’d already been to a half dozen family-owned, personality-packed, awesomely tasty pizza and sandwich shops in Trenton, Philadelphia, and Baltimore earlier in the day and the bar was set high.”
Rob: as in, i need to satisfy five guys at once with all my holes
Kris: you think he sat there and took pictures of the grill guys there?
no way
Rob: who did then
Kris: there was too much “personality” to see anything
i mean at the places he had been to earlier
Rob: oh i bet he did
Kris: OF COURSE he ends with a shake shack recommendation
of course of course
Rob: and if he didnt it wasnt notable
Kris: point/counterpoint for EoE?
Rob and I used to waste time at work by sending each other interesting stats or the worst baseball columns we could find. Now we send each other links from the Boccalone online store. Lardo Iberico de Bellota, anyone?
I wrote about the top ten concessions available at MLB ballparks in 2011. The piece is at Big League Stew. Bring your appetite, amirite?
Bat attacks and fried chicken…that could be the motto for Eatoff Eat if we wanted one.
Sam Sifton sings hosannas to, of all things, the steak sandwich from BC’s dining hall. There are few foods that elicit more irrational regional bickering than the cheesesteak. I’ve always liked mine with mayo, American and mushrooms but I never realized it was because I’m a New Englander (which is the case, according to Sifton).
My regional bias was subconscious.