Woody Allen at The Carlyle Hotel

by Liz Heather in ,


Note: This post will only please you if you have ever given a shit about Woody Allen's mousey little face.  

From September 9th until December 16, 2013, Woody Allen & The Eddy Davis New Orleans Jazz Band will play at The Carlyle CafĂ© every Monday night at 8:45pm. 

Does that seem insane to you? It shouldn't because he's been doing it every autumn for years now. Is this something you should go to? Heavens, yes.  

This was something that I'd wanted to see in New York for eons. Why did it take me so long to finally go? Well, because of money. Anytime I'd come into a little bit of cash, I usually tend to throw that away on beautiful steaks and/or frivolous items that I'll never need. 

And then one beautiful day, my boyfriend Nathan told me that he was taking me to see the Wood as my Christmas present. (Also note: I had never mentioned to Nathan how much of a dream this was of mine. So when I lunged at him and asked, "How could you possibly know that this would be the best gift of all time!? I never mentioned it before! How could you know!?" - he responded with, "You talk about this man a LOT.")  

So we finally went one lovely December evening in 2012 and since it started at 8:45pm, I wanted to get there for 3:00pm. Seriously. We were getting bar seats, and those are first-come, first-served so I really wanted to make sure we were there as soon as possible. We, of course, were the first ones there - but people did start to trickle in by 4:00pm. So... if you're intending on sitting at the bar? Get there when I did.  

Anyway, the wait was fine and even a little fun since I was anticipating the evening so much (also, we saw Mick Jagger walk through the lobby, which was something), we ate dinner at the bar which was ridiculously good, of course - and the show? Man. Perfect. The music was good and it was the neatest thing in the world to see that man bust out a clarinet. He seemed to enjoy the hell out of it, too. Definitely something I'll remember for the rest of my life. I love that man. (That above photo of him is so blurry and not-good because I didn't take a lot of photos since it was just so nice to actually be there.) 

Anyway, this isn't even a great story to read or anything - I get that. But if you've ever had any doubts about going to see this, please just do it. Or talk about this man endlessly to your better half until they take you to go see him. 

The tickets are $195 per person for a real fancy/good table, $145 per person if you want to sit at a table and $100 per person + $25 drink min if you want to sit at the bar (which is extremely limited seating). Go here for more information on online reservations. 


The Metropolitan Museum of Art

by Liz Heather in


I like going to the Met. Not love, like. There are really only three main reasons to go here. 

  1. You pay a dollar and get admitted ($25 is the recommended admission, people. Don't be a sucker and pay it!) to see a ridiculous amount of priceless things. UPDATE: the suggested amount now only applies to NY residents, but if you can get access to a NY library card, this can still apply to you. You just have to give a NY zip code and you’re golden.

  2. There are some rooms that make you feel like you are literally IN art. I'll explain this further below.

  3. The rooftop garden.

That's the view from the roof. It's probably one of my favourite views in the city. Every summer there's a new exhibit going on up there, so I went on over to see what this year's had in store. 

Essentially there's just a lot of splattered red paint on the ground. And voila, art. If I'm getting much too technical for you here, I do apologize. So... Is it good? God, who knows. Did I like it? Not really. Only because I can't help but compare it to when Jeff Koons had an exhibit up there years ago that was gorgeous and great. 

I guess some of the patterns up close were kind of neat. But I'm really reaching here, guys. Honestly, the view up there is the best thing. They have drinks and sandwiches as well, but I think you know by now that $10 for a pre-made turkey sandwich ain't gonna fly with me.

Other highlights of The Met? Well, personally I just like wandering around. The best parts of any museum visit is when you enter a room and there's no one else there. I love that to death. It just feels kind of nice to be alone with all that crazy old, expensive, sometimes-gorgeous stuff. Rooms like this!

If I ever have a ludicrous amount of money, I'd love to pay someone off to let me just hang out in a museum after hours. With no jerks around telling me that I'm standing too close. And there's no one around taking any photos. God, that'd be amazing. (I do realize I, infact, AM one of those dummies who took photos here in this instance, but that was for the purpose of you idiots reading!) But imagine just getting to hang out with all this stuff? Alone? Might be magical, I think.

Anyway, onto my favourite, favourite room. Well, rooms. I'm not even sure what category they'd go into, but here are a few of the rooms I love.

Absolutely love all of it. Imagine getting to live in these rooms? Such elegance! Look at that bed! Just nuts. You don't get to actually walk in and around these rooms, but you do get to peer in. And that's enough. I wouldn't like it if anyone could just roam around like they're the King of England and put their feet up wherever they like! God, no. Too beautiful to be touched. 

Anyway, this isn't even my favourite museum in New York, but it's a fine one. Go see that roof!

 


Umami Burger

by Liz Heather in , ,


This L.A. chain just opened a location in NYC earlier this month. I went yesterday evening. You need to eat this burger.

 

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That is a photo of The Original above. I ate it... slowly. That's how you can trust that I'm being forthright in telling you how good it was. What's in The Original? A parmesan crisp, shiitake mushrooms, roasted tomato, caramelized onions, a house umami ketchup. The bun? Fucking pillowy and perfect. Just delicious. For $12 a burger I was expecting it to be, at the very least, memorable - and it definitely was. The wait for a table is just dumb, but hopefully that'll settle down once the summer winds to a close. You need to try this burger. And don't make any substitutions either. The older you get, the more trusting you need to be about what a chef wants to put on their burger, so trust them, fool.


New Fries at Shake Shack

by Liz Heather in ,


I know that I've already voiced my views on the burgers at Shake Shack (see here, for a refresher). But I just found out today that they're upgrading their fries. And that's post-worthy.

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They used to look like this: 

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And they've decided to change them to these:  

And this decision is glorious. They just announced the change today. Why am I writing about this? Well, I find it rare for a company to actually listen to their consumers when there's a valid, popular complaint. Those old fries can eat a dick! They were awful. This place is becoming unstoppable now. I'm kind of afraid almost. Cannot wait to try these.