Hurricane Joe

A fraction of the line outside the Trader Joe's in Chelsea, right before Hurricane Irene hit the city.  And by hit, I mean basically blew over.  Not that I'm complaining, I like my modern conveniences!  And now we have a slew of non-perishable Trader Joe food in our cupboards.  Hurricane supply party, anyone?

Cornflake Girl

After a nutritious-but-slightly-scorched dinner at Tsampa, the Tibetan restauran in St. Marks, Sarni, Megaphone, Wonderland and I stopped at Momofuku Milk Bar for dessert.  Megaphone and Wonderland went for the pies, but Sarni and I idiotically decided that the "cereal" flavored milkshake and ice cream cone was where it's at.  This is despite the fact that the girl behind the counter described the flavor as the taste of milk after you've eaten all the cornflakes out of it.  Guess what.  That's exactly what it tasted like.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was eating the frozen remnants of someone's congealed breakfast...