FOOD, MOVIES, MUSIC (NOT IN THAT ORDER)

This weekend we ate at: Miss Williamsburg (The “ultimate” Lasagna…as seen on the Food Network with bread); in the fight against low-carb diets, we picked up a Krispy Kreme doughnut at Au Bon Pain (Glazed with raspberry filling); Corner Bistro (Bistro burger and fries); Magnolia Bakery (1 ½ cupcakes in total. Pink and white); wanted to eat at Why Curry?, but they were closed so had to eat at an inferior Thai restaurant on Avenue B; Rue B (Double stuffed omelette-sausage and spinach-with potatoes and bread and a bellini)



This weekend we watched: Spellbound; Dogtown and the Z-Boys; Coffee and Cigarettes; Stoked



This weekend we heard: Holmes play at Royal Oak (Also saw the iO’s at Mercury Lounge on Thursday.)

So there was this waiter at one of the above establishments, and he was just annoying the shit out of us. He wasn’t really bothering us until we were peppering our food, and he grabbed the pepper grinder out of our hands and started grinding the pepper for us. We were like “what the fuck are you doing?” in our head. He was all “I can do that for you.” We were all “No, it’s OK.” Like we’re retarded and can’t grind our own pepper?



It’s a totally different thing if you hold the pepper grinder and ask “do you want fresh pepper?”, but what the hell? Who fucking takes the pepper grinder out of your hand and takes over the task of pepper grinding? That’s just fucking weird.



After our meal, we were recounting our annoyance outside the restaurant with our dining companion, the artist known as Dr. Pants. Pants agreed with our assertion that the pepper grinder grabbing was uncalled for and even went further in the ridicule of aforementioned waiter. Commented Pants, “It was like, ‘I’m here to seeerrrvvveee you.” Pants then made the assertion that the waiter probably would have given rim jobs if he thought it would please the patron. In a simulated conversation with the waiter Pants said, “Well I only came in here for eggs…but O.K.” To which we said that the breakfast special must be two eggs and a tossed salad.



(Cue wah-wah music.}



Another food-related annoyance that occurred in the past week: McDonald’s fries. Seriously, don’t eat that shit. We hadn’t had McDonald’s in like eight or nine months and we had like half of a bag of SMALL size McFries the other day. First of all, they didn’t even taste half as good as we remembered that shit tasting. Second of all, within five minutes of eating that crap, we were flying like we were on PCP or something. It was unreal. Those little golden sticks set us over the edge. We started babbling about shit for no apparent reason, and everything was real surreal. We started laughing uncontrollably over absolutely nothing. Swear to God, DO NOT EAT ANYTHING AT McDONALDS, IT’LL FUCK YOU UP!

Holy crap! What the HELL is that?!??!?! Could the Yeah Yeah Yeahs be the greatest band to come out of New York in the last 10 years? What THE HELL!?!? That looks so awesome it should be illegal. How fucking insane is it that the YYYs performed at the MTV Movie Awards? If we had a penis, we’d totally have a hard on right now. Dear Jesus! NOTE TO MTV: Can the girl-on-girl kissing during awards shows please stop? I think we get it now: Lesbian behavior is “cool” and “alternative” and “edgy”. Yawn.

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