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I just threw up a little bit into the washing machine. It’s a complicated story, but it both starts and ends with something that smells bad. Blorp.
Last weekend I went to nyc with the AGC crew - what the rest of the country called “Labor Day weekend”, I call “Typhoon weekend”. We weathered sidewinding rain, hurricane-force gale winds and freezing cold temps here in DC all day friday - then voluntarily boarded the slowest bus in the history of all buses to head up to nyc where we walked around all day long saturday in the same exact storm we had just left behind in DC. (The storm was traveling north.) Except that in nyc, we had the added benefit of carrying umbrellas to fly around with and our extra absorbent jeans and footwear. I swear I’ve never seen so many puddles in my life. Squish squish squish. Oh and putting on damp jeans in the morning is a real treat. A real treat.
Ok enough complaining. Being in the city with my peeps - aka my ninjas - was a riot. We ate like champs. Soon-do-boo (sp?) in K-town, super awesome yeastless pizza in the East Village, and bacon-wrapped Crif Dogs from a shop of the same name, home of the Stoner Pack where unidentifiable foods are sold by the pound to satisfy your midnight munchies. I would have taken pictures of the food but my camera floated away somewhere between 6th and 7th avenues.
Also enjoyed a lunch at Fogo de Chau downtown (DC), Brazilian BBQ of the finest flavor. Their signature steak is entirely divine, but their bacon-wrapped filet not so good, despite the awesome name. The place sneakily serves a lot of “bread” which is pumped full of gooey cheese, and various fried items of the potato family - I’m guessing in an effort to stem how much meat you actually eat in their all-you-can-eat environ. Trixsy ones, don’t they know asians invented the buffet?! We are not so easily fooled, silly Brazilians!
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