Dining Desperado-The Good, The Bad and the YUMMY

Conquering the country one bite at a time. There are no foods I actually dislike, just foods I prefer. Bread, nuts, cheese, and dessert, are on the supremely awesome list.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Eating with Giants

The restaurant scene in New York is strange. At first you are blown away by all of the choices and you want to eat everything at once and you can't imagine how you will even conquer one block in the city and you wander how you could ever settle for anything less than the mind boggling display of cuisine packed into every crevice...Yet, what is not readily apparent is that there is as much bad food in New York as there is good food and there is a whole lot of mediocre food in between. The mystique and granduer of the city trick you into thinking that everything you eat is better and more delicious than anywhere else in the country. Sometimes this is true. For instance, the bagels are unstoppable and the china buns are nothing short of a miracle. However, looking back on my culinary adventures...I ate a lot of average food. I really wanted to believe that everything in New York is amazing. I wanted to believe that everything I put into my mouth would be some sort of ambroisia only accessible to the citizens which inhabited Manhatten. Yet, this is far far far from the truth. Fooding in New York is amazing. It never gets old or dull no matter how many dissappointments and meal mishaps you encouter. But I think fooding here is funner here than it is anywhere else for these very faults. It is the ultimate challenge. It requires time, effort, and meticulous planning. I have labored and deliberated over meals with unbreakable concentration and more attention to detail and precision than I would give to a calculus derivative problem. After some thought, I have decided that this is because in New York the combinations and possibilities are infinite. So much food exists...so much food exists that you don't know about...right at your finger tips. The chance for the exact proportions, the right mix, sublime flavor, in essence-the perfect meal always seems to be within reach. This proximity to greatness can stimulate even the most mildly interested people, while simultaneouly driving the food obsessed to the brink of insanity. In this way, eating in New York is an extreme sport. The good meals are savored and enhanced by the city's thumping pulse, while the bad meals are cursed and analyzed. It is a constant challenge of triumph and defeat, which makes eating unlike anywhere else. However, finding a good meal takes time, skill, and cultivation of taste buds. New York could not be conquered in a lifetime, let alone five months. I will be back, when, and for how long I can not say. With that, I introduce a new chapter in my life and in my blog. Xtreme eating in Kansas City. I'm now back on my home turf and with that said...let the eating begin.

uhhh...Thanks UPS


Seriously, could you hand someone a box that looked like this? Maybe I didn't use the greatest boxes, and perhaps I need to hone my box packing skills, but honestly. It looks like somebody dropkicked this box into a sea of raging piranas. Fortunately, nothing is missing but I don't think this box would have made it any further than my living room. It's like the messenger who ran 26.2 miles to tell people about the battle of Marathon...and then died. This box commemorates the journey of all boxes. Let us salute you noble card board box for traveling 1,000 miles between my apartment in New York and my home base in Kansas via some sort of pirana infested tank that UPS uses to transport their boxes.

Hizzah, Back to the Midwest


Okay, so New York might have a few more people than Kansas, and it has been said that the public transportation system is a tad bit better. Sure they have a 24 hour Apple Store and hundreds of more cool shops where we have wheat...and there's no denying that there are more diverse restaurants in New York than there are in the entire Midewest combined...Hell even their baseball team puts KC to shame. And I'm not saying that I don't miss the indefatiguable selection of cupcakes..and bagels...and chinese buns (oh god help me..where in Kansas are the Chinese buns!!!)...and the old school deli's...and the Japanese desserts...and the plethera of top dollar premiere restaurants...and the smell of crispy falafel, fresh mozzerella, and toasted baguette all comingling on the same block...BUT...there is something to be said for Kansas. On the flight back home I wasn't quite sure what that was. I could feel my soul deflating, and the rush of New York's nervous excitement dissolving into oblivion. However, when I got back I was practically blinded. My eyes were taken aback by the unfamiliar forms and colors which literally scorched my eyes with their exoticism. What were these new forms...foreign to my eyes? Well, space, for starters. Just as the sky scrappers loomed on the streets of New York, and pierced the sky, I felt the weight of space..and nothingness. Conversely, the array of colors which collided into every breath in the city were absent. Completely diminished, yet not diluted. Instead, color rallied together and poured their effort into fewer colors. Blue and Green dominated the landscape and seemed more vibrant than all the flashing lights of Times Square. Kansas may yearn for a 24 hour genius bar, and a 5 minute subway ride which will undoubtedly satisfy any food craving one could possibly have, but there is also something here which NY can not possibly touch. It would not suffice to say that there is simply more open country and more tranquility. There's something which can't be described by the five senses, and it is because of this thing, that I am happy to be home.