Yelp ROTD: Joy’s Roti Delight

29 11 2012

My first Review of the Day in Broward County.

I miss writing(/yelping). And South Beach. *Sigh*





Back From the Big Easy

21 08 2012

I’ll just go ahead and say it. I wasn’t that impressed with New Orleans. It was like a cross between Austin and South Beach, with less attractive people. Everything was overpriced and smelled like cigarettes and/or weed, but I guess that’s because I generally didn’t stray very far from Bourbon Street.

Oh yea, and why did no one tell us the weather was going to be so crappy? I guess I should have figured it was the rainy season, since Miami and New Orleans are about on the same latitude. It totally rained more than it didn’t, but we didn’t let that stop us for the most part.

The reason for my trip was my sister’s bachelorette/going away party. Where is she going, you ask? To Switzerland, land of chocolate, cheese, shady bank accounts and gingers. Yep, her fiance has flaming red hair and freckles so naturally the weekend was referred to as Operation: Ginger Wed.

A total of five girls donned a bevy of bright orange wigs up and down the streets. We kind of felt like celebrities. People stared, gawked, shouted compliments, threw beads and even wanted to take pictures with us. It’s not like we were the only bachelorette party there. We saw at least a dozen others throughout the weekend, but I think we were the most creative. As head planner, I banned anything penis-shaped from this bachelorette celebration. It’s just trashy and stereotypical and lacks any ingenuity.

Anyways, we stayed at a little, old boutique place called the Dauphine Orleans. Yep – five girls, two beds. We made it work. We were well within stumbling distance of Bourbon Street, being only a block away. During one particularly monsoon-y period, we stayed inside and played this card game called Cards Against Humanity. It’s like the dark, effed-up version of Apples to Apples and it’s simultaneously gross and hilarious.

We enjoyed all kinds of music from street performers banging on empty buckets to proper, professional jazz musicians at Preservation Hall. Now, I’ve always heard how this place is supposed to be a Foodie Mecca, but being vegetarian and not eating seafood or super spicy things (curse you, reflux!) I know I can’t fully appreciate the place. Maybe we didn’t go to the right places, but I wasn’t that wowed by the food, either. It ranged from disappointing (Meals From The Heart at the Market) to surprisingly good (Ginger Lime), but most were mediocre (Oceana Grill, Cafe Du Monde.) And the Somethin’ Else Cafe is worth mentioning because they think it’s acceptable to put mozzarella, mayo and pesto on a vegan sandwich. (Yes I confirmed it was real cheese and stuff, not a weird substitute made out of tree bark or something.)

The most fun we had was the last night at a Karaoke Bar called The Cat’s Meow. We sang Wannabe as 5 Ginger Spice clones and I came so close to ripping the Union Jack flag hanging so temptingly on the wall behind the stage. It’s also where we met the only cute dude we saw in four days.

Anyways, I guess I played dual roles as bachelorette organizer and paparazzi because I took a couple thousand pictures with my 50 mm lens, intending to make somewhat of a stop-motion video detailing the trip because flipping through flickr albums gets old. Here’s a sneak preview of some of the pics:





I’m Fat on the Inside?

1 08 2012

So working for Whole Foods Market is pretty sweet. Every employee gets a 20% discount, and you can earn even more if you’re extra healthy. All you have to do is pass a few simple tests: BMI, blood pressure, cholesterol and of course don’t smoke or use tobacco. I still don’t understand why anyone smokes nowadays. Perhaps its a modern form of Darwinism, wherein the weak and stupid ones are killing themselves off, albeit slowly. But I digress.

So I made my appointment at the appropriate clinic, made sure I fasted the day before and went in for my exam a couple weeks ago. So here were my numbers: 5’09”, 129 lbs, 26″ waist circumference, BP 100/70, BMI 19, waist-to-height ratio 38%. The only thing I had to wait for was the lab to test my blood for nicotine and cholesterol. Pssh. Hakuna Matata, bitches – I thought there was no way I could fail, being a longtime vegetarian and all. Still, waiting for the results to arrive by snail mail was a bit like waiting to see how high your SAT score was so you can get the scholarship.

So yesterday was the day – it took way longer than I thought. (But medical stuff always does.) I opened the letter and processed the new numbers. Total Cholesterol: 259; HDL: 61, Triglycerides: 124, LDL: 173. I didn’t really know what it all meant, but I knew it wasn’t good since the “at risk value” in the column just left of my numbers was 130 for LDL.

WTF, LDL?! High cholesterol is for old and fat people. And I’m neither. I guess I might have more than my fair share of cheese and ice cream and other delicious dairy products. And when I asked my mom if it ran in our family she said “Yes.” When I asked who specifically, she replied “Lots of them.” Thanks for narrowing that down. Now I have no choice but to shake an angry fist in the air and curse my whole lineage for burdoning me with bad cholesterol.

Anyways, after using common sense, listening to a lecture from the boyfriend and consulting the omnipotent interwebs, I figured the best way to cut down the big C is to eat better and exercise. Somehow I have to rediscover the motivation I had when training for triathlons and eat more Cheerios and Brussels Sprouts. Luckily this epiphany coincided with the first of the month, so I was able to satisfy my OCD tendencies and start today. And I may or may not continue to blog about it.





Yelp ROTD | Atrio Restaurant in Miami

26 06 2012

 

Read the full review here.





Exclusive Interview With Chef Bernie Matz

7 02 2012

Miami Chef Masters Fresh, Healthy South Florida Food (Joonbug)





Sleepless Nights & Breakfast Pastries

1 02 2012

You know you’re sleep-deprived when you tell your boyfriend at breakfast that “Thou shalt not serve cold cinnamon rolls” is the thirteenth commandment. “Really? What are 11 and 12 then?” he said. After a good 90 seconds or so of LOLing, I was like “I don’t know!”

And the Lord did see the cinnamon rolls dripping with warm, gooey icing, and he was pleased.





ROTD: Hillstone

3 01 2012

Yay! Great way to start off the new year with a Review of the Day on Yelp: