The Chicken Bone

OPEN AND SHUT CASE

2009-12-24T17:32:00.000-05:00

The end of the year has always been exciting for me. While I take the second to last week reflecting on people and accomplishments I'm thankful for, the last week is reserved for strategizing on how to make the world and myself better.

In the spirit of giving, I am going to share some of my favorite deals of the year.

Target Brand (Up Up, Market Pantry and Archer Farms) Products: Target has been a long-time favorite for a one-stop best bang for your buck. All products are priced reasonably and if you need something, you will definitely find it at Target. To top it off, their Photo Center and the Target Cafe are unbeatable service stations. But, their in-house version of sleep aids, 12-grain bread, basic long-sleeve tshirts, etc. take the cheese. Target has mastered the art of quality and quantity, proving why the red and white is the mecca for lifelong bargain hunters.

Thrillist.com: Like a sherpa, Thrillist.com has served a guide through my last year, showing me only the best of the best restos, gear sales, and services. Ranging from fresh Lower East Side barbershops to exclusive happy hours on the Hill, Thrillist.com is like a man about town who is always in the know and those week-daily emails make me feel like I'm his best friend who he can't withhold these secrets.

Restaurant.com: A site that not only helps stimulate the economy and satiate my love for dining out, it is constantly providing $25 gift certificates to local eateries, for ten, not five, but usually four dollars.

Brightest Young Things NYE 2010: A Space Fantasy: It's only fitting that I am finishing 2009 partaking in the best deal of the year. I've always been turned off by New Year's Eve celebrations due to the spectacle and cost. Last year, I rang in 2009 atop Times Square at a friend's 64th floor apartment with the most special people. While I thought it was the best deal possible, the BYT extravaganza plans to knock the apartment soiree out of this decade. Included in the $45 cover is a quality-brand open bar, multiple dancehalls, laser tag in the garage, and no dress code. The best part? All of my friends will be there--boys, girls, breeders, grinders, human, avatar--promising to be the start of the best year ever!

On that note, here are some of my New Year's resolutions.

+treat my body like a temple
+lose the NYC neurosis from 2008/2009
+perform like a chief of staff
+say please and thank you more often
+schedule time to think
+use my library card

I've always been a believer in proclaiming promises because then other people can keep you honest. So people, keep me honest!!

ET JE VEUX TON REVENGE

2009-11-11T07:47:00.003-05:00

Popvant-garde artist Lady Gaga has released her latest music video and if you have not seen or heard about its inspired insanity, check it out below!

Mhmmm. Amazing, I know.

Pegging this single from her re-release album, "The Fame Monster," as the theme song for Halloween 2009, I expected a gloriously dark and dramatic five minutes of Gaga, her Haus of Gaga entourage and a beefy stud running shenanigans around Rome, giggling through every frame as they prank innocent tourist. Possibly shot in black and white and red.

But this sci-fi stunner proves that my creative vision is limited at best.

From the Alexander McQueen fashion--in particular the crab claw heels--to the pyrotechnics, this video has it all right. My favorite parts include the slight freak out in the beginning (picture, right), the bear train on her white dress, and the orbit accessory that she wore on her SNL performance. As an advocate for the use of the old-school dance moves, I was ecstatic to see the charleston, the twist, and my personal favorite, the mashed potato. Sidenote: Did I see some bhangra moves during the chain-mail swimsuit sequence?

Watch the video one more time and tally up the number of times she gives this out-of-context, crazy look (picture, left). It's raw and says "This is amazing, but um, who thought that this was a good idea? I think we took it too far." The best one is at 1:57, just saying.

The video could not have had a better ending: Ms. Germanotta in cheekbone-defining makeup with fire behind and a bear beneath statuesque pose screamed neo-Delacroix painting.

Cheers to her team of crazies who do not compromise peculiar, but wonderfully creative ideas; I am glad to know I am not alone. Good thing I have today off because I will be providing at least 140, 007 more hits to this clip.

SPINNING MASHUPS

2009-10-10T09:14:00.000-04:00

My personality is like a mash up track, two different, almost opposite, but equally good things that join forces to become one amazing SOB that slaps you in the face and can't help but love.

As featured on this weeks episode of Glee, mash ups are succinctly defined as two songs combined to create a "richer explosion of musical expression." While both groups would have been better executed their arrangements at a slower tempo, I enjoyed both performances of It's My Life/Confessions and Halo/Walking on Sunshine. Anywho, mash ups bring joy and a different type of danceability which has entered the mainstream the past few years due to artists like Girl Talk as well as the legal issues at the core of the artform in regards to copyright infringement. Nonetheless, mash ups make people feel damn good!

I successfully passed through my first spin class earlier this week and credit it to the mash ups played. I would like to share some of the wonderful music that got me through the 45 minutes of jumps, 2/3/4s, and leg cramps:

Coldplay/Buena Vista Social Club - Clocks

Cassie/Nick Kamen - Each Time U & Me

My favorite mash up of during the class was Snap Yo Fingers v. Escape (The Pina Colada Song), which I could not find online.

Anyways, enjoy and live your life like a mash up!

LAND OF THE FREE

2009-10-10T08:02:00.003-04:00

Economists have always defended their mantra that there is no such thing as a free lunch. I constantly find free events and disprove that statement time and time again--one of many reasons why I am not an economist. Instead, I believe my self to be an opportunist. Being fresh from the starving college student mindset, if there is a free event, bet your balls that I am making my way over to see if it's too good to be true.

Many have said that DC is city full of "free" lunches. Embassies, hotel reception areas, conference rooms, universities, random townhouses all constantly host some type of event promoting dialouge and conversation about the latest cause or issue. In the last two weeks, I have been to, not one, but two events where I enjoyed spirits that my bank account/conscious would never allow me to frivolously purchase.

The Hudson on M Street and 20th Street NW hosted a free martini open bar paired with a live Sinatra cover band. Now anyone who knows me knows that, as traditional as I am, I find no other reason to get married other than to have a cover band and open bar. So naturally, I got on the horn and recruited good company to share in on this event. While I was skeptical at first, the night turned into a success. Mind you, there were a few spilled drinks on french legs (as displayed by Mr. President, courtesy of thismayconcernyou.com) and Sinatra sounds did not come on until halfway through the open bar, but it was an enjoyable, casual evening. The Hudson had great lighting, the Satin Doll Quartet sounded magnificent, and my company was lovely. The bartender was a bit amateur (dropping an ice cube into my friend's classic martini), but the drinks were like how I like my men--classy, strong, and cheap. As an attempt to recruit more regulars, I would give The Hudson one thumb up since I am no longer an office monkey in the Dupont/Farragut neighborhood, I will not frequent the trek. But if I was still drinking on a company tab and strategizing about a prospective bid, brainstroming a shortlist presentation, or simply trying to impress a client, I would definitely recommend The Hudson. But, now that my clients are three- and four-year olds, this really shouldn't be my scene.

This past Wednesday night, I attended an event hosted by scotch distillery, The Macallan. Pushing their fine and rare scotch, this wonderful company rented a part of the Mellon Auditorium to promote brand awareness. Receiving an email about the event a few weeks ago, again, I questioned the fine print of the invitation. No mention of a price, agenda, or purpose (other than fluffy words to evoke secret-society, high class, exclusivity) was the cause of my trepidation. But, like the event at The Hudson, it actually came together quite nicely. Hors d'oeuvres at the registration area of cheeseburger sliders, duck, and shrimp in one hand and a sample of their 10 year in another, I was glad I had followed my adventurous instinct to say to myself, "why not?" and attend the event despite how weary I had been about the details. Though there were some novice event planning snafus in regards to the line at check-in and distribution/collection of surveys, this event was successful as well. It was also nice to be back at the Mellon Auditorium with the same date, where we had attended the Google Ball. It was somewhat of a reciprocitous gesture (you brought me to the sickest party I've been to, I'm bringing you to sample fine and rare drinks from your motherland). The presenter was a lively Scot who donned a herringbone vest and tartan pants--not a kilt--who took the audience on a tour of Scotland, surveyed the history of the proud country in relation to scotch, and taught the proper way to enjoy this wonderful spirit. While the night was cut short due to David Sedaris speaking at GWU, I enjoyed another evening of pleasant company and good (re:free) drinking. Most importantly, it was a cost-free event that panned out just as I had hoped...and planned to repeat the following night with my housemates. The best thing I learned that night: how to say cheers in Scottish Gaelic. Slàinte mhath, Macallan. Good show!

The lesson of this entry is that with vigil eyes and fingertips, one can find a free lunch. Caveat: approach it with a sense of adventure and prepare for the letdown, since it has happened to me time and time again. But if the spirits are kept high, who knows what amazing and free events can be experienced.

For example, tonight I will be in attendance at a dinner with Barry O, Judy Shepard, Lady Gaga, and Finn Hudson without cost. But that's whole 'nother entry.

THIS SPEAKS TO ME

2009-09-27T21:19:00.003-04:00

I know I've just gotten to DC, but I can't help but to think that my subconcious wrote this PostSecret :

By her, I don't mean an actual her. It's just the allure of jumping head first, without a bungee in tow.

BANGED MY BUCK

2009-09-27T10:39:00.003-04:00

Disclaimer: This is a LONG one. But very much worth it. Your wallet will thank me.

This week was one of the most overwhelming weeks I have had in a while. I've grown accustomed to living a life that should actually have 37 instead of 24 hours a day and thought that I had mastered the art of time management. But, this week proved me wrong. Between class, professional development events, and my actual work, I did not even have time to microwave my freshly bought Lean Cuisines from Target.

Luckily, I had "meetings" during the evening hours that afforded me the time to talk shop AND eat some grub. So this week, I'd like to share my cheap (and quick) eats.

Monday: The objective was to meet up with friends from Institute and trade secrets, share successes, and validate shortcomings. The location was The Red Derb y in Columbia Heights. A narrow, divey bar, The Red Derby provides the perfect mood for colleagues that want to vent, especially if there is a good chance that opinionated statements will come out of our frustrated mouths. Their 50% off burgers deal was the added perk to agreeing to walk 10 blocks from my gym into a less than desirable part of the Heights. With their house "Derby" burger (lettuce, tomato, red onion, arugula, avocado & sprouts w/ your choice of cheese) and Bacon Cheddar burger at $5, hamburger at $4, and veggie burger at $3.50 (PLUS! side of french fries or sweet potato fries), it's hard to resist these bargains. And as a burger connoisseur, these prices are far below the quality of their medium rare. The bun was buttered and toasty, the french fries were slim and crunchy, and paired with a $3 PBR...I was already feeling better for the next day. At the Derby on Monday nights, no need to vent feelings when you can just eat them away.

Tuesday: Class night. After a long day of work, all I really wanted to do was spend three more hours receiving information about how I inadequate and uninformed I am at my new position. As I sat through chart sheet after chart sheet of the levels of development, I heard my stomach grumble. And due to the fact that my lunch was comprised of an apple and a Fiber One bar (an entry all on its own), I bee-lined for the metro to get back to my hood for 50 cent Taco Night at Tonic . But as a I darted to the metro, I saw colleagues chatting outside of a Tex-Mex place that has always caught my eye. As I was convinced to stay for both their company and any burrito for $7.99, I sent text messages out canceling on my usual Tuesday night plans. Tortilla Coast , a Capitol Hill must-do, proved worthy of my praises as a self-proclaimed cheapbutgoodfoodista. Selecting their Inside Out Steak and Chicken burrito, I definitely got the most bang for my buck. The steak was seasoned perfectly, the chicken was juicy and light, and the special sauce was truly special. Other burritos included Big House, Big Tex, Veggie, Sunset, and BBQ. As a boy from the Rio Grande Valley in Texas, Tortilla Coast now has a special place in my heart--and five more guaranteed visits so that I can try each and every one of their quality burritos.

Wednesday: After a much-delayed dinner meeting, I made plans to provide some counsel to a good friend from American in regards to his plans to change careers, much like I had just a few months ago. This night I also fulfilled a much-delayed desire to check out the Happy Hour at Ulah Bistro on U Street. A noteworthy DC restaurant, Ulah's prices match the quality of its food. Serving bistro grub to those whose wallets allow for two to three dollar signs ($$$) dining, it is a perfect spot to impress a perspective suitor or a wanted client with its low-lighting and chic U St. vibe. That, dear audience, is not me. Instead, I had my friend meet me at the corner spot of the bar, where we split appetizers ($5 each) and had a couple of Bud Lights ($2 each) to slide the greasy food down the hatch. It was a perfect dining experience for two Fraternity boys, just catching up and shooting the s. Great conversation + calmari with aioli sauce + fries with chipotle mayo + multiple(bud lights) = new favorite double H spot on U Street.

Thursday: THIS IS THE BEST DEAL EVER. My boss, the Doctor, provided Salvadorean catering for dinner, as well as gourmet sandwiches for those who were afraid to venture into the spice-filled world of spanish food. Free, fresh, flavorful. ENOUGH SAID. Advice: work at a place where your boss knows the merits of feeding the masses. (Contact info to come.)

Friday: THIS IS THE WORST DEAL EVER. A few weeks ago, a highly-revered Professor asked if I wanted to accompany her and her Transforming Communities class to a Nationals game--tickets on her. Jumping on the chance to not only meet other like-minded folk, but catch up with one of my favorite professors of all time, I also agreed to meet up for dinner. Dinner was decided to take place at Matchbox on by Eastern Market. Knowing the price range of this fine establishment, I explained to my wallet that I had spoiled her all week and that it's time to open up a bit. I decided to split a large Fire & Smoke pie and enjoy a bowl of crab soup. The very spicy Fire & Smoke is my favorite pie at Matchbox and had dreamt about it all week, thinking about the last time I had it (last September). It is a spicy-food lovers dream: fire roasted red peppers, chipotle pepper tomato sauce, spanish onions, garlic puree, smoked gouda and fresh basil. While the food was amazing as expected, the splitting of the bill was painful as expected. I had asked for a separate check from the beginning, knowing the incompetency of undergrads to divide, let alone fulfill, a bill for a table of 10+. But when the very frantic waitress delivered the check, not only was my part lumped into the check with everyone elses, but she added an extra beer to my seat's charge. To add fuel to the fire, an overeager teenybopper took charge of splitting the bill, a skill that I pride myself on mastering after years of large group dining. Oy gevalt. Needless to say, I paid an extra $6, even though I pointed out the mistake that the waitress made and the poor math skills of this young lady. Calmly, I walked to the beautiful Nats stadium, rationalizing my overpaid bill as no-profits-loss due to the free ticket to the game. Upon arrival, I let go of the evening's stressors and enjoyed the sporting match, where I saw my handsome boys in white lose their 100th game to the Braves. What a way to finish my week of fine dining experiences.

Lesson learned: stick to what I know and what I am good at--deals, drinks and division.

A HERO BURIED, A LOVE CONFIRMED

2009-09-15T00:13:00.001-04:00

Kanye West, why?

While there has been so much media over the Kanye/Taylor Debacle of 2009, I can't help but memorialize my feelings about the incident on the interweb. After all, every contribution to the online community is a worthy one, right? Right.

This next statement has been a long time coming. I HATE KANYE WEST. It's the kind of hate that the toddler-girl had for Ron Burgundy in Anchorman after he nonchalantly told Los Angeles to go procreate with itself.

I used to LOVE Kanye West. Before "Through the Wire" became a huge hit, I knew that he was someone I needed to follow. His ability to merge multiple genres and incorporate wit in hip-pop was love at first listen. Kanye spoke to my soul through his music and aloud me to finally be able to look up to an entertainer. And following his work with respectable artists like Harlem Boys Choir, Jay-Z and Alicia Keys...my obsession became certifiable. Cherry on top? His ghetto prep fashion. He was mine and I was his.

When I decided to discontinue my graduate program at Columbia, I dubbed it my Kanye Moment. I can do without, just like Kanye did.

And then he began to talk crazy. About homosexuals. About the White House. About him being the new King of Pop. And now, about America's current sweetheart, Taylor Swift.

Kanye's fashion followed suit and was as equally as obnoxious as his words. He is a dillusional, arrogant, narcissistic man who has taken self-confidence to a whole new level. He epitomizes everything that I hate in a person. Kanye, you deserve all the heat you get.

To be so obnoxious and hurt other people? That's not the Kanye I fell in love with. You sir, are no longer my hero.

The one thing Kanye did right that night was to open up an opportunity for my one, true love Beyonce Knowles to showcase her good nature and humble personality. In her acceptance speech of the mother of all VMA Awards (Video of the Year - which trumps Swift's Best Female Video), she brings it back to her first moment as a 17 year-old, in Destiny's Child, on the Music Awards stage and how Taylor deserved to feel the same way she had.

What a beautiful soul. Talented and going to heaven. Boy, oh boy, am I jealous of Jay-Z. While Kanye destroyed his reputation, Beyonce verified why has deserved the success that is also known as her life.

I'm in the business of shaping lives and Kanye, I've got advice for you. Walk over to our yellow chair. Sit and close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Open your eyes.

If you are going to act like a 3 year-old, I will treat you like one.

Beyonce...you get a star.

COMEBACK KID

2009-09-12T13:27:00.001-04:00

Six months ago, something happened. The decision was made to stop denying joy, to stop making life harder than necessary.

Six months ago, the decision was made that I was no longer going to be a male of two cities.

As much as I loved my time in New York City, I knew that my time was up. By June, it was definite that I would be moving back to Washington, DC--job lined up, lease signed, bags (mentally) packed. It was tough to tell my friends and family that I was moving on, but I knew that "The Fifth Lady" and I wanted different things. In the one year I spent in the Big Apple, I began to find characteristics I did not like about the place. Soon enough, there were fewer things I heart-ed and the things I hated were multiplying like bunnies. So I decided to choose happiness and ran back to the arms of a former lover--Washington, DC.

Disclaimer: This does not mean that I do not love New York City anymore, instead I wanted to avoid hating NYC forever. I just fell out of love.

And so, here we are today. A Male of Two Cities is reborn as The Chicken Bone, a new blog about living based on the same philosophy I apply when scarfing down chicken wings: get the most meat from it and leave only the bones.

Sorry Forrest, life is not like a box of chocolates. If anyone knows anything about me, life is more like a plate of chicken wings--full of spice, filled with flavor, and reasonably priced. My new goal with this blog is to document my journey to the bone. I'll share all the juicy details and meaty stories as I navigate through this savory experience called life.

From food to fashion, movies to books, frustrations to fitness, you can find it memorialized on here. This time, I'll update more frequently and make sure to give you a reason to come back.

After all, who doesn't want to get down to the bone?

CAN YOU HANDLE THIS?

2009-01-29T20:11:00.000-05:00

With the winter weather system moving through Washington DC and New York City, it's only appropriate that a discussion be held about the way each city handles inclement weather.

Before we begin, let me be honest--this is actually going to be a discussion about how Washington DC cannot handle inclement weather. New York's tough guy attitude actually holds true when battling Mother Nature.

Washington DC is a great city that can handle many things. The nation's capital has faced corruption in local politics, underperformance in public schools, and deterioration in neighborhoods. It has weathered through an inauguration with unbelievable attendance as an administration filled with bloopers and blunders was escorted out. Resilient and determined, it is and will always be the backbone of our nation.

But when it comes to dealing with a little bit of snow or some heavy rain, my money is on any other city.

Here are the top three reasons why DC falls to the bottom of the list during a storm:

3) CLOSURES - While this may be favorable for students, so many DC businesses calls quits the minute flurries start picking up. So that means, no food deliveries, no dry cleaning, no nothing. Don't get me wrong; I am a huge fan of the couch potato lifestyle. But when I can't get my traditional chinese food delivery in celebration of the first snow of the season, I begin to question why I have the day off in the first place.

2) ROADS/SIDEWALKS - Along the same lines, DC administration does not have the capabilities to properly plow and salt streets. While other cities (ahem, NYC) are ready within hours, DC slips into Lucille Ball mode. You know, that episode when she works at the chocolate factory and as the assembly line moves faster, she freaks out and begins stuffing the chocolates in her pocket, her shirt, her mouth. DC, that is you.

1) DRIVERS - DC automobile users lose all control when it is anything but clear. Snow, drizzle, cats, dogs, men--it doesn't matter. All the DC/Virginia/Maryland drivers tuck their common sense away in the dashboard. With their feet constantly on the break pedal, they tap it every two seconds. No one knows what to do during 4-way stops, yellow lights become red lights, and the speed limit drops to 10 mph. Oy gevalt.

Even the most popular new kid on the block feels the same...

http://www.politico.com/blogs/anneschroeder/0109/Obama_girls_cant_believe_school_cancelled_.html

I can picture NYC saying to DC, "How you doin'?"

WHAT A WONDERFUL (WASHINGTON) WORLD

2009-01-22T20:04:00.000-05:00

If anyone ever thought that Washington DC does not know how to party, these past few days have surely turned them into believers.

It was the most exciting, most genuine, most joyous place to be in the entire world. No other city could compare to the warm spirits, despite the cold weather. There were very few conflicts and complaints--everyone just wanted to have a good time.

People from all over the world shared in the celebration of the inauguration of a man we can all believe in. Mr. Barack Obama already accomplished one of his campaign promises and bridged people from different backgrounds.

I was glad to be in the middle of it all. Between all the public events (We Are One Concert, Swearing-In, riding the Metro) in which I stood with strangers tolerating the miserable conditions to the private parties (Youth Ball, Google Party, Installation of the HOPE image) where I danced and drank with A-listers, DC was a gracious host. This was possibly the most fun five days I have ever had in the nation's capital.

Yes NYC may have celebrities and parties any given day. But when it came for DC to step up to the plate, not only did they step up but they hit a homerun.

Three cheers to Washington, DC!

AMERICAN, F$*% YEAH!

2009-01-07T18:01:00.000-05:00

The last few minutes of my day at work is spent anxiously counting down the minutes until I attend a networking event at a bar in Midtown Manhattan.

Not really, but the excitement is actually there. The networking event is hosted by my Alma Mater, American University. The invitees are current undergrads taking time from their winter recess to see what working in NYC is all about and wildly successful Alums from the area. Wildly successful may be an overstatement, but you know what they say..."If I can make it there [the Big Apple], I'll make it anywhere." ANYWHERE? Nice. Because I feel like I'm kinda making it here. Mind you, I'm dreaming about my work and when my salary and living expenses don't really equate. But really, Frankie Blue Eyes would say I'm making it.

What truly makes this first ever Alumni event I am attending so exciting is that I can badmouth my grad school -- Columbia University. Sure there are tons of areas that Columbia shadows American. But as of this Tuesday at Bender Arena where dreams are made a reality, the Eagles beat, beat, beat the Lions.

So let's all join in and give a yell for AU and victory!!

HOLIDAYISH

2008-12-26T09:58:00.000-05:00

Some holiday images, courtesy of Flickr.com, celebrating the season...

Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, New York City

College Walk, Columbia University

Northside, American University

National Menorah, District of Columbia

...Oh, what a wonderful world. Happy Holidays everyone!

CHRISTMASTIME FOR THE TWOS

2008-12-24T13:58:00.000-05:00

With Christmas just a few hours away, I figured that I can take a break from my non-work work and update about this special time of year.

...and I guess I'll discuss the merits of both cities during the holiday season.

Let's start with the District. No other place--at least to me--can compare with the Holiday parties that happen in Washington. I do not know of any other city in the United States where, if enough effort is applied, a person can eat and drink for free, starting Black Friday. With all the different companies and societies throwing holiday parties, it's a smorgasbord for free libation and mastication. If you're in the know, you can walk into almost any holiday party at a hotel or bar, say you're with a general constituency and you will be welcomed with open glitter-and-chiffon laden arms. Everyone is so deeply imbibed that they cannot see pass a Texan saying they're from a district in California. Not to mention, so many downtown hotels are hosting company functions that they can not keep track after the initial check-in. Not to mention, my favorite girls throw the best, most legendary holiday parties in DC.

Manhattan, while it's holiday party scene lives in the shadow of DC, can flex their holiday muscle to some attention. First off, it is the city of lights. And everyone knows, the holidays are about lights. ALL ABOUT LIGHTS. I've even dragged myself to Herald and Times Square--places that I usually swear against. Everyone comes to shop, to see the sights, to be part of what 30% of holiday songs are about. And as emotionally disconnected as a city New York tries to be, this lovely place can' t help but warm up to holiday feelings. And everyone gets involved. The MTA runs a vintage car, neighborhoods throw block parties, stores have sales, bars are adorned with garland. New York City...Tifanny's...Macy*s...New York Public Library...LES shopping. SO HOLIDAY!

To keep this short and sweet, New York City (not just Manhattan) has the lead. The tree at Rockefeller trumps the tree at the White House. Even the tree lighting ceremony whoops its ass. Even the tree at Bryant Park whoops its ass. And even the most hipster bars in Brooklyn decorate for the holidays. And, I'm no worker of Santa's workshop but any place that breaks through their tough exterior in honor of the holidays gets my vote. I mean, even my most anti-social coworker baked carrot cake and helped me wrap gifts. HELLO.

But, while I say NYC has the lead, this is the time for a truce. In the words of Wyclef, "No fighting, no fighting." There is no battle here, just celebration. And while I love me some Mr. Jean, John Lennon put it best into song & rhyme:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8jw-ifqwkM

Happy Christmas. No War.

***Even though Manhattan trumps.

****Trumps HARD.

MR. EASTLACK GOES TO MANHATTAN

2008-12-11T09:07:00.000-05:00

New York wins today.

One of my best pals in the world will be in town for a brief meeting at an undisclosed location. He is en route via train and will be leaving 6PM. So, I won't see this Maryland man at all. But, I just wanted to share.

And here he is spreading holiday cheer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6ec2hiDZ_A

WHERE'S YOUR HOOD AT?

2008-12-08T20:16:00.000-05:00

Long time no blog, I know. But listen, life's been busy. With work and school--and of course, the holidays--I've had absolutely no time to facilitate a fight-off. Now I'm back and this week, we are gonna talk territory.

Best collection of neighborhoods: DC or Manhattan.

First, a caveat. I am not going to write about every single neighborhood in both cities. Instead, here's a quickie of the best that each contender has to offer. Think of it as the best combination of kids chosen to represent their school at the County Trivia Bowl.

On DC's team of three is Friendship Heights, Penn Quarter, and Adams Morgan.

Friendship Heights, often referred to as the District's own Fifth Avenue is as much of a shopping destination as Paris for the stylista or Tokyo for the harajuku in you. Sure, DC is not known for its style, but the row of stores in Friendship Heights would make any patron think they can be on the pages of Vogue or Esquire. With stores like Brooks Brothers, Louis Vuitton, and Tiffany's, Friendship Heights can help you burn plastic.

The Penn Quarter is a mix of old and new Washington. The attractions of the Verizon Center, Newseum, and International Spy Museum are paired with Ford's Theater, Portrait Gallery, and the Smithsonian. Sandwiched between the White House and Capitol Hill, Penn Quarter is a great reflection of what Washington means to everyone--a national city that works hard and plays hard.

Speaking of playing hard, Adams Morgan is the hardest playing among its counterparts. Not only is Adams Morgan a place I like to call home, but it's a bustling few blocks during the day and night. And that's a claim not very many neighborhoods can live up to. Influenced by acceptance and diversity, this neighborhood is jovial and festive. With buildings covered in the brightest paints and businesses of all sorts, Adams Morgan welcomes everybody, and has something for everyone.

Manhattan has a strong hand to counter: Harlem, Hell's Kitchen, and Loisida.

Harlem is the mecca of African-American culture. Everything from music to style to food has deep roots in Harlem. In this area, the people rule and who they are is on proudly on display. The best sweet potatoes. The best Nike air force ones. The best jazz. Anything in Harlem is going to be the best you'll find in Manhattan. While its obviously not the best area in the City, they satisfy damn well in what they do.

Hell's Kitchen, the former go-to for porn and gang fights, is another deeply rooted neighborhood in Manhattan. Movie after movie have been based on this area--my two favorites being Sleepers and West Side Story. Known for fire escapes and legendary (but usually illegal) hydrant parties, Hell's Kitchen is now the residential neighborhood for a range of talented folk, from Alicia Keys to Jerry Seinfeld. It is a neighborhood of entertainers and entertainment--Alvin Ailley and Jon Stewart put on shows in, what many people consider, the backbone of Manhattan.

Loisida is a play on the high Spanish-speaking population and their vernacular pronunciation of the "Lower East Side." This is a most unique neighborhood since it has embraced its rough and rowdy look, diverse population, and resistance to giving into the gentrification machine. Fueled by modern bohemians and the truest of true New Yorkers, Loisida is not only a place to live, but a living place--one that will not go without a fight. The people fighting? Dedicated citizens of leather punk rockers, too-cool for school NYUsies, and families who have been there for decades. All happily coexisting and hating the Manhattan.

So straight to the point, New York wins. While I only compared three versus three, there is one reason why New York wins. The people living in New York neighborhoods are so loyal to their little patch of green (re: concrete), that if I didn't give them the trophy, they'd probably send their children to kick my shins. Take into account the numbers of neighborhoods, the variety and the history, it's obvious that DC would get served in this round. But other DC districts within the district to consider--Columbia Heights, Eastern Market, U Street--do put up a worthy effort.

Congratulations NewYork, please don't beat me up.

FROM LEFT FIELD

2008-11-19T14:56:00.000-05:00

This week's entry has a predetermined winner. But, if you stop reading now, you won't know why. So District of Columbians and Gothamists alike, take a step out of the limelight and give someone their fifteen minutes of fame. This underrated and often ignored city has stolen the crown.

Buffalo, step up to the stand.

Yes, yes, this entry has been Karl Roved. But, I am proud to say that I spent some time in the Queen City and had an amazing time. My co-workers snipped at me when I shared my weekend plans, debachaurous evenings in the Lower East Side still fresh in their memory. My DC pals thought it "bush league" that I had not spent the weekend with them, especially with traditional fall events in which I assumed the role of mayor in years past.

Here are some reasons why Buffalo was the wild card of the week.

FOOD: Everyone knows that the way to my heart is through my stomach. Buffalo was successful in winning my heart over because of their local dishes. While the food I consumed this weekend were neither delicacies nor healthy, it was the most satiated my stomach has been in a long time. Jim's on Elmwood Avenue was a late night stop that hit the spot. Not really knowing what I was being ordered, I was pleasantly surprised at both their chicken finger sub and steak sandwich. That's right...BOTH. A local bruncherie, Pano's, had a morning after solution of scramble and feta in a pita that did the job so well, it's officially called "The Fix." The one destination I had my heart set on was Bar Bill in East Aurora, where my best friend from college claims the best wings are made. Before the wing, we had a glorious appetizer of beef on weck--roast beef on kummelweck. As we had our first batch, he explained to me the art of preparing the dish that made Buffalo famous. The saucing, the deep frying and baking of each jumbo wing does not compare to the love I put into eating it. At the end of the night, my friend's statement transitioned from gospel to truth.

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PEOPLE: While the people in Buffalo were not the richest or most attractive, here's where they win. They've got good attitudes. Other than the two guys who had tried to fight my friend, one minute after we exchanged plesantries in the 24-hour convenience mart over our adult bevarage purchases, everyone was real friendly and positive. And who can hate that. There was the super-hyper, but adorable girl. The down to earth brother of a high school friend. And of course, the heir to a juice manufacturing empire. Totally great people.

SPORTS: Buffalo has some fanatics. I mean, where else can you find a grown man in his late 20's knitting Bills beenies the sunday before a huge Monday Night Football game, with temperatures expected to go below freezing. Or where kids would forego a Thanksgiving Feast to support their high school soccer team's attempt at a state championship. Ok, well maybe you can find that in a lot of towns across the nation. But, boy do these people love their sports.

VIBE: So life gets a bit hectic in urban areas. And being in urban areas for such a long time, you forget that life can be simple and it is an enjoyable journey. Don't get me wrong--Buffalo is not Smalltown, USA. But at the end of the day, Buffalonians know that some things are more important. Enjoying pizza and wings with a loving family. Sipping maté on a chilly sunday afternoon with friends. Walking to the local wal-mart, that's better than Walmart. Seeing a natural wonder of the world. Getting drunk and dancing on the streets of Chippewa. Connecting with your non-sister who you tell people is. That's what it's about in Buffalo. And their joie de vivre was exactly what this city boy needed after some rough weeks.

All the things Buffalo had to offer trumped the city that they've always come second to in the State and the first city of the Nation, even for just the weekend. So, kudos Buffalo. You did good kid.

But to be honest, this reign won't be long. And 80% of the reason why I really liked Buffalo was because I was with my best friend who I hadn't seen in months.

So stay tuned, and see the real cities come back to compete.

HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH

2008-11-11T08:54:00.000-05:00

The Disney franchise is mistaken in claiming their parks to be the happiest place on earth. Have their surveillance camera not seen the crying babies? Are their costume masks pulled so low they do not see the angry teenager embarrassed to be with her family or the cheating husband who dragged his family to compensate for his extramarital affairs? Okay, that may be a bit extreme, but you get the point--Disney is not the happiest place on earth.

Ask me after I win a Super Bowl championship what I am going to do next? It's not Disney. I'm going to brunch--the happiest place on earth.

Sunday morning after Sunday morning, you will see happy people at brunch. Everyone from families to couples to friends to those proudly going stag gather around kitchen tables or arrive in restaurants between the hours of 9 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon with smiles on their faces. Again I exaggerate, since by smile I mean hangover and dark sunglasses. But regardless, what can bring more joy into someone's life than mid-day breakfast food at the table, coupled with good conversation.

So this entry will not debate Disney, but brunch: a New York establishment or DC tradition.

New York City is a land where home cooking is quickly reaching extinction. Every two steps is a new restaurant that someone has claimed as their brunch spot thirty seconds after its opening. But there are also the old-world establishments known for their brunches, like the Carlyle or Waldorf=Astoria's Peacock Alley. While I'd love to brunch there, I have had my share of good times at more homey places like Petit Abielle (where I was introduced to the magic of croque monsieurs) and Kitchenette (which reminds me of my mother's kitchen, right after coming home from church). My all time favorite brunch spot in Manhattan is Caliente Cab, where my addiction to day drinking on the Sabbath began. A few years ago, this fine establishment served unlimited mimosas, margaritas and bloody marys with any $8 to $10 dish. And not that the unlimited deal was not enough, but my favorite brunch dish--huevos rancheros--was magnificent a la Caliente. Runner up, by a far margin, is a certain restaurant by Columbia that has put a time limit on their unlimited mimosas special due to a certain blogger who has an affinity for the adult beverage.

Now in DC, brunch is not so much a way of life, the way it is in New York, but rather, a wonderful, spontaneous tradition. Every Sunday was brunch driven, rather it was when necessary. By necessary, I mean an excuse to meet up with the people I parted ways with merely 4 hours ago so we can talk about what happened 6 hours ago. Upon my arrival at American University, my aunt from Fairfax brought my family to the much acclaimed Cafe Deluxe. Little did I know that this restaurant would become a Sunday brunch destination for me and the lifelong friends I had yet to meet. Yes, me and my BFFs were the loud ones in the back who asked for more water and more crayons. While we certainly had no stock in the business, we acted like we owned the place. One time, we even had the audacity to ask for a server change because, as we justified to the hostess, we know the kind of service Cafe Deluxe offers. Nearby Bethesda lay claim to another Sunday favorite, Mama Lucia. Fondly called Mama Lu's, this was more of the -unch part of brunch. Hitting the spot with amazing pizzas, chicken parm sandwiches, and unlimited fountain soda, this fed the necessity for greasy goodness after a night of debauchary. Other classics that I frequented, were Bethesda Bagels and Georgetown Bagelery--good grab and go spots which usually meant most of the fun took place in the car ride. But the most ultimate brunch place that keeps a special place in my heart, is good old Steak and Egg. Steak and Egg, or formally Osman and Joe's (? What, WTF? I've never heard of that til this second), is an AU establishment. The transition from late-night eatery to brunch spot is little, if not non-existent, but I love this place on a sunday due to its close proximity to my fraternity's rowdiest house and their menu of extremely unhealthy dishes, like the Paul Bunyan. Good memories with my brothers take place here, right before clean-ups and intramural football matches. My favorite memory of brunch at good ol' Steak and Egg invovled my pledge brother, Luis, our other pledge brother Brian's van, and a little party called "Around the World."

Now to the point: winner of brunches...

DC.

What can I say, I'm a sentimental fool who hates the pretention that comes with brunch in the Big Apple.

THE CHANGE WE NEED

2008-11-05T00:38:00.000-05:00

This cover says it all:

Image from www.mwza.com

Though this is the winning cover:

Image from zimbio.com

A man who knows how to inspire, how to believe, how to hope.

Thirty minutes after he made his first appearance as President-Elect, his words still resonate in my mind. Less the actual verbage, more the eloquence and energy it was delivered with (I'm a sucker for good oratory skills). After eight years of lies, ignorance, and disappointment from the White House, Barry has revived the American spirit.

Mr. O, thank you for all you have done and all you will do. And readers, thank him because I am not going to flee for the Swiss Alps as planned had he not won.

And now, the great battle resumes...the City versus the Capital.

ONE FOR THE BOOKS

2008-11-04T08:21:00.000-05:00

Today, there's a bigger match up.

Image from: http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/07/22/the-candidates-comically-drawn

We've heard the argument for both so many times. Today, you decide. VOTE.

I GET AROUND

2008-10-31T11:20:00.000-04:00

Bad Ankles. Bad Knees. BAD NEWS.

The trunk of my body has been unfortunately overworked since I was a little kid. Not only was I a hyperactive, run-till-I-drop kind of sprout, but sports and dancing have taken its toll. And as a result of living in a metropolitan area the last five years of my life, I developed a close relationship with public transportation.

This round: Washington Metro v. New York City Subway.

While both rail systems were officially birthed in the 60's, the subway has 100 years on the metro. A consolidation of multiple borough lines, the subway's age shows clearly, and at times superiority. However, the metro looks and sounds better than the subway. But, since I'm not a shallow judge-a-book-by-its-cover type of person, this argument can't be won that easily.

The subway is like an old lady. No, I am not referring to the hot flashes that so many stations suffer from year round. Or its inexplicably funny smell. More like a proud woman with years of secrets and stories, the subway has character. Its history is remarkable.; the tiles tell a story. All sorts of shoes have graced the New York City platforms--wing-tips, grunge boots, Manolos, Doc Martins, top-siders, leather sandals. The subway is like the life line of the City That Never Sleeps, since it is one of very few 24-hour rail systems in the world. Running through all the boroughs, the subway makes traveling New York City's urban sprawl managable. Like almost all of the elderly, the subway can be testy and annoying. Not only can it get crowded, but it becomes crowded with the some very miserable people--both in spirit and in, um, body spirit (yeah, BO is what I mean, especially in the summer). But some of the most fascinating people can be found underground. One of my favorite artists of all time, the Saw Lady, can be heard through the tunnels. Inspiring dance groups, solo singers, and inspirational orators provide entertainment down under. But the subway population also includes the homeless and beggars who never fail at dampening my mood.

If the subway is an old woman, then the DC Metrorail--fondly known as the metro--is a strong, dependable alpha male. With its high, brightly lit ceilings, deep escalators, organized tunnels, the metro leaves no room for mistakes and wants the world to know it. Each station's countdown timer allows you to decide whether you will run or walk to the platform. There are multiple transfer points, just in case you miss the one you planned to have. It is a financially conscious system with varying fare, letting you know exactly what your distance traveled cost. Rarely does the metro smell. But rarely does anyone take the metro late at night, preventing situations when riders can make it smell. On that note, it does not allow any solicitors or musicians which makes it boring. Sure it's safer, but it does not have characters to watch or, for some people, avoid. Yes, the metro is reliable, but its also square. Reaching into Maryland and Virginia, the capital's transit system is a reflection of its location.

Deciding between the two is a tough one, since I've had my share of moments with both. Friends have relieved themselves outside of moving subway cars, others have given me a visual of what they had while we rode the metro. Both have seen me at my worst, as well as what I can do with the poles and overhead catches. I've learned how to surf on the subway and how to properly fold a newspaper when reading on the metro.

So who wins? It comes down to the experience. While the unlimited monthly MetroCard gives me freedom to roam the urban jungle, the SmarTrip gets me to some of the most beautiful areas outside of DC (whereas the MetroCard is only valid in New York City, not the great land of New Jersey or the very warm Connecticut). And while I like striking conversation with strangers, people with strange things to say in an overly humid station are not my cup of tea. At the end of the day, I am going to give this round to the system that can give me a more pleasurable, less stressful experience. Add in convenient stops, air ventilation, and no rodents--the victor is clear. I'm sorry Saw Lady, but DC wins.

In consolation, here's a sample of the most interesting, most intense, most used subway system: Subway Drum & Dance.

P.S. Dear Red Line: Thanks.

P.P.S. Dear A/C/E: You're my favorite.

THE PERFECT ACCESSORY

2008-10-27T08:43:00.000-04:00

Twenty-somethings who reside in an urban area (note that I am avoiding a certain acronym), know the perfect accessory to city living. Personalized to reflect who you are, rather than what you're wearing or the season you're dressing for, this accessory says a million things without speaking one word. It might be determined by your mood, but more often it is your individual preferences that determines this unique decision. You know what it is, what I'm talking about. This is a basic and a classic. What is it? The coffeehouse.

Joey and Ross at Central Perk

It's the proverbial site for that final cram session or doing some office work when the office is unbearable. Maybe it's the right setting to dive deep into a new novel or get lost in the Sunday paper. Whether the company in attendance is a steaming cup of Indian tea or shots of Turkish espresso, everyone has that one go-to where time can be spent--alone, with friends, with someone special.

So welcome to this round: New York cafes versus DC coffee houses.

When I started working in SoHo, I knew that it wasn't my timeless leather bag or my slim charcoal plain-toes that gave me legitimacy in this ultra-hip 'hood. It was where my morning cup of Joe came from. And working with people who live, breathe, and chain-smoke New York chic, I had to do my research to make the right decision.

During this journey, I've seen some of the best the city has to offer. At Columbia, the Hungarian Pastry Shop is the standard java joint. It's a pretty reliable place and anyone who has spent time in the Upper West Side have fallen in love with its European charm. Nearby Oren's is my favorite grab-and-go spot. On the parallel side of campus, Amsterdam's Max Caffe reigns supreme. Porto Rico was suggested by my office manager, which I thought was a sure thing coming from an aspiring gallery curator, but its lack of sitting room made me a one-time visitor. My stylish director sent me over to Cafe Cafe which had a great vibe, but was not open early enough for me. Upon my return during lunch, the coffee did not prove to be worth the money or the walk. I consulted my ever trusty iPhone and it brought me to several gems on Thompson, right around the corner from the showroom. City Girl Cafe proved too cool for me and nearby Hiroko's Place was not as trendy as I'd like it to be. But my Goldilocks syndrome soon came to a close when I found Thompson Cafe across the street. And it was just right--great ambiance, great coffee, great value. Find me sitting there before the daily morning meeting.

In DC, the choice of cafe was not one made out of luxury, but out of necessity. As a student, the cafe had to be my shrine--where I could reach a level of academic zen. As well as stay away from the temptations of BravoTV and instant messaging.

One of my first adventures as a fully independent college student was out to Kramerbooks & Afterwords in Dupont Circle. I had read all about this place in my NFT (Not for Tourist) guide, so I knew it had to be legit. And to this day, it remains one of my favorites. But, all the buzz around American's very politically minded campus was Politic & Prose. Though I enjoyed them, I knew that DC had more to offer--and without a bookstore attachment. I spent a wonderful afternoon with my partner in crime venturing out on U Street and stumbling upon LoveCafe, but we lusted after their sister establishment's build-your-own cupcakes instead. After hearing words of praise for SoHo from someone who's opinion is pretty much gospel, I had to check it out. And while I was not disappointed, it just did not have the dim ambiance I had to have in my coffeehouse. Dos Gringos was another cafe I stumbled upon while doing some field research for a class in Mount Pleasant. And while I was intrigued by its story and the fact that it hosted intercambios, the coffee did not do it for me. In DC, my coffeehouse is hands down, Tryst. While it is airy and spacious not dark and crowded, their closely placed tables and couches give it an intimate feel. Offering great pastries, excellent coffee, and game boards, Tryst is just right. It also helps that I spent one of my favorite Sunday afternoons there playing an intense Scrabble match.

But now, it comes down to deciding the city that owns the title of "Best Coffeehouses." Both put up admirable efforts, providing places that are either hip, homey or in between. My criteria is split in two: ambiance and beverage quality. As far as ambiance, both obviously meet the criteria. But because DC can hold its own and does so sans the overcrowded, rude and demanding, hipper-than-thou crowd, the Capital is the better of the two. However, after tasting many cups of coffee and tea, and being a purist hot beverage consumer (Coffee, black. Tea, double bag. Please and thank you), New York reigns supreme. And because a good cup of coffee can do much more for me than a broken-in couch and instrumental Mayan music, New York takes the cake.

Winner=New York City.

P.S. I only wrote about a handful of coffeehouses. I'd love to hear about any others that I should try out, in either city.

P.P.S. I have to admit that I have undying affection for Starbucks' Pumpkin Spice Lattee (non-fat, double shot, extra froth). So sue me, I like one drink at 'bucks.

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CALL TO ACTION

2008-10-24T14:27:00.000-04:00

DUEL: \ˈdü-əl also ˈdyü-\ noun Middle English, from Medieval Latin duellum, from Old Latin, war 15th century 1: a combat between two persons ; specifically : a formal combat with weapons fought between two persons in the presence of witnesses2: a conflict between antagonistic persons, ideas, or forces ; also : a hard-fought contest between two opponents

In the same fashion of Menalaus and Paris, Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, Pierre and Dolokhov, Lindsay Lohan and Hilary Duff, I present a duel over 200 years in the making: NEW YORK, N.Y (c. 1664) versus WASHINGTON, D.C. (c. 1790).

Fully equipped with white gloves and bludgeoning tools/pistols in hand, I've called a face-off between two worthy contemporaries. While both cities have their own personalities, in very many ways, they are cut from the same cloth. And in this blog, I want the two to jello wrestle.

Why? Simple. Out of love. I love both contenders and want to shout it from a mountaintop. And since I've got weak lungs, I've decided to scream, yell, yodel via internet. Entry after entry will weigh the merits of New York versus D.C. The Capital City versus The Big Apple. There's no hiding in this epic face-off. These two will arm wrestle over music, politics, fashion, history, infrastructure, bars, sports, media, safety, burgers, bridges, anything, everything. All for MY love and affection.

As neither the big spoon nor the little spoon in this ménage à trois, I'm caught between which one I want to face and the one I want to turn my back to.

:::flashback waves:::

This geographical indecision began when I spent the summer in Manhattan as an intern and the school year in DC as a student. Finding both experiences wonderful and enriching, I repeated this double-life pattern until I graduated this past May. While I was in New York for the summer one last time, I had come to a fork in the road where I had to choose one or the other. Since I had completed my undergrad in DC, I took the road most frequently traveled: I started my professional career in good, old Gotham. To further claim my place in the New York City sun (or what you can see of it through the pollution), I began my graduate studies at Columbia. So now I'm here for good. For three years. And boy do I miss DC.

:::flashback complete:::

Hence, this blog to pour out my conflicted heart. I will speak as authoritatively as I can during this debate, but keep in mind, my knowledge of both is comparable to that of Sarah Palin's to international relations--been around it, can see it, acknowledges its presence, but there's still SO much more to learn. This will be a learning experience for me and you.

So tune in, expect a magnanimous match up. And some cool pictures. And audience participation. Because after November 4th, you're going to be in search of a good, bloody battle.

DC versus NYC. NYC versus DC. Dukes are up. THE BATTLE BEGINS NOW.

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