Only fear god. Know the weapons of the weak, the weakness of the hard

Why is it ok to sometimes go to the eastside?  No friggin line, and none of those damned hipsters. Blaow

Out of this world--Things like that--Yo. Are you Alien?

What, no bread? Where is the cotdamn bread? I'm trying to have a nice dinner here an you had to go on and spoil it. #Wheredeydodatat?

F a mask, I want that hoe to know it's me

The problem with this is that people actually think its something special, and they're not getting it like that chick that's never had someone tell her no. It's like its a video chick. People talking bout how its really something, it even looks pretty good with the lights dimmed. Rough morning though. Don't get me wrong, there is a place for this, but I'm pretty content sitting this one out. I'm not too interested in orange people.

R.S.I.E.W.

oh yeah... Went to libretto again, the hype is still really real.

3 peat

I wasn't really sure what Friday would become. Been so nice the last while, its pretty much only been about grills. However...............

Made plans for dinner at this little eastside spot. Nice, fresh, homemade, Italian. Pizza and prosecco night basically. Really this spot isn't the type for romancing, but it's a good look for after you get the job done. It's also really cheap. So... being a certified family day I made plans to meet the crew on the westside when I finished. They had yet to eat, so I figured I'd meet them at the spot for some drinks. Boehmer it is. Now PB is a vet in the game, so I had some expectations of the place even though I wasn't going to eat. Inside was dope, as was my julep. My shit was backwards being that here I was with the mans in the intimate setting, while I was with a dip at the romper room. Needless to say I ended up eating again (foie)... dope. The reviews have been all over the place, but I will say this: believe the hype.

Completing the Phil Jackson offense, we pulled up to Q Dubbs where a scent of amazing was in the air. As I keep saying, I'm not a big chicken fan but that dude with the bbq in front of midpoint is really doing it. Straight piff. Dinner # 3. Done. Over.

take those f'n heels off

There are so many shitty Italian places in the city, although thats likely an accurate statement for almost any city. This place is the least shit of the shit places in yorkville. In fact its pretty good (and reasonable). The BI will also be pleased. You will be content. See, everyone is happy.

champions

The knicks were in town friday, so it was Italian night at the ACC. We won (minus Bosh), and definately took Mcgrady out of his game. After, we wanted to get some dinner. The problem lies in the fact that where does one eat at 10? - what is open/ has room, etc. We ended up at the Toronto st. Mercatto. Decent food, no diva shit... a good decision. It's kind of like Terroni without the lectures. And, for those that may be confused and say that the place closes early, its called multiple locations. Hater.

Crack

why u gotta b like that

I will not lie, I've always enjoyed the food at Terroni. I even put on my LA fam. What I don't understand however, is why I am not allowed to put some friggin parmesean cheese on my damned pizza. It's disrespecting the recipe/ presentation? ok... last time I checked this wasn't l' Ambroisie. Furthermore, I'd be more amicable to your demand had you not offered me a bowl of hot sauce (because in no way will that change the flavor). um... ok

Crack food, Wack execution