If you found this blog by Googling my name or by following sundry noxious links (you know where), please note that all claims that I was fired from my job are 100% false, as are most of the other things written about me. I don't know the people who are libeling me, but it's clear they have some imaginary axe to grind and way too much time.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

People like me way more when I tell them I'm quitting finance and going to cooking school...

Another month, another belated blog post. The months have been rolling by so fast, but it's ok, because I'm sitting at the tail end of a fantastic weekend, filled with the warmandfuzzies.

It's true, I'm quitting finance and going to cooking school. Not CIA or FCI, because there is no way I'm shelling out another $50k+ while student loans from my liberal arts degree are still dripping acid into my bank account - I'm moving to China! The time frame is as yet undetermined, but the proper people have been informed. I know it'll be an absurd and excellent adventure.

I hope it'll all be very Julia Child-inspired (but NOT in a Julie Powell way, gross), and that I'll figure out how to blog from there.

More immediately, I must share my love for two places right here in ol' NYC.

So, I did end up going to Baohaus, and was SO relieved to discover it wasn't another joke trendy place after all my talking about it. Eddie has a vision over there, and the one thing I had (forgive - I only dropped in for a snack as pregaming for brunch), the Chairman Bao, was fucking legit. What I disliked about David Chang's pork bun (umm they're bland) was rectified in the Baohaus situation. Will return soon, and will try to corner Eddie into talking shop, ha!

And and and MINCA. Seriously, forget Momofuku and Menchanko and Setagaya and Ippudo. Have I been to Ippudo? Nope, because when I want ramen, I don't want to wait 45+ minutes for it. I'll go sit on a stool at Minca's bar all by myself and watch the jolly chef torch my toroniku while listening to some sweet jazz and pondering the creepy-cute paintings on the wall. Minca is a neighborhood joint and when you sip that pork broth (sticky with gelatin, rich in fat, clean like marrow), pleasure settles in down to your tailbone. Get a mountain of slivered radish salad doused in sesame vinaigrette to cut the fattyness of those five huge hunks of pork belly sitting on your noodles, nurse a sweaty Sapporo, and you'll feel way, way smug about not being in line for Ippudo. This is not a review, I just fucking love this place. Get number 14: toroniku ramen.

1 comments:

  1. congrats. about time you left finance! and Minca, yes!! my favorite ramen place and my favorite order, toroniku (#15 i think)! some people don't like it because they don't know what they're in for. this is a winter ramen; thick, creamy bone marrow soup, heavy noodles and mountains of pork. simply the best

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