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The Best of My Summer In New York

My summer in New York has been absolutely amazing.  As I’m wrapping up my brand marketing internship, I’m thinking back on the amazing things I got to do (and eat) this summer.  Here are some of my favorites. :)

Best thing about wandering around the City: street art

Best thing about New York summers: street fairs + the fresh watermelon they sell there

Best lazy moment: even the grocery store 2 blocks down will deliver to you at 4 in the morning

Best surprise: friends are always dropping by to visit… in a tie with getting hot sauce in the mail

Best outdoor activity: boating in Central Park

Best out of Manhattan activity: walking across the Brooklyn Bridge to DUMBO & hanging out for the day

Best view of the City: @Deutsch ad agency near Chelsea Market

Best way to get out of the City: Bolt bus

Best $12 I ever spent: Alexandar McQueen exhibit @the Met

Best way to get to the beach: in a BMW convertible after my intern presentation with one of my best friends from Texas driving. :)

Best nightly activity: hanging out on a stoop with friends watching trendy people walk their dogs

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The Food Section!!

Best ramen: Ippudo (10th and 4th Ave. Be ready to wait 30 min to an hour)

Best Caribbean: Boca Chica (1st and 1st. The ropa vieja is the shiznit + the caipirinhas= amazing)

Best roast corn: The green something or other in Chelsea Market

Best ice cream: Magnum (Ok, so it’s a Unilever product & I worked there this summer but I spent my own money buying the addiction-inducing double caramel piece of heaven, and I’d honestly do so even if I didn’t work there.)

Best overall bao: Baohaus (Norfolk + Rivington or 14th and 2nd Ave)

Best pork bao: Momofuku Noodle Bar (10th and 1st Ave but don’t order the ramen. Just get the bao & go to Ippudo for the ramen)

Best Lasagna/pasta: Eataly (23rd and 5th Ave)

Best dessert: Chikalicious (10th and 2nd Ave)

Best soup dumpling (tang bao): Joe Shanghai (Pell by Bowery)

Best brunch place: Gemma (3rd and Bowery)

Best homemade ice cream: Sundaes & Cones (10th & 3rd Ave. Try their strawberry cheesecake + taro scoops. Perfect combo.  Also, there’s corn, wasabi, & black sesame. Hmmmm.)

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Out of New York

Best molecular gastronomy place: Marigold BYOB (45th & Larchwood)

Best drive ‘in the country’: Atlantic City Express way

Best random trip: rediscovering Old City Philadelphia with my cousin from Beijing + friend

 

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Food Trucks, Magnetic Fish, & Meerkats

My New York trip, which was actually more of a Philly & some New York trip, was exactly what I needed.  I’ve now been in the Bay Area for almost 4 years, and after my break up with boy last year, I’ve been struggling to figure out exactly who I am.  The self I see every morning in the mirror is more “West Coast Jany” than “Jany.”  Through most of 2009, I worked at being “better Jany,” but I’d forgotten what it’s like just to be “Jany.”  The dorky, Asian girl from Texas, who was really from China and lived in Germany.  The girl who went to Penn and made lots of amazing friends that she never keeps in touch with because she sucks at doing that sort of thing.  The mo-hawk sporting, punk little red riding hood.  The token Asian at Fluid and Walnut Room and Loie’s (only on Sundays).

Well I found her during this trip, and I’ve forgotten how fabulous she is.  She’s generous and funny and has good timing.  She wakes up at noon, not necessarily because she’s been out all night but because she was having a 4 hour discussion with friends over beer and tea (great combination!).  She prances through the snow wearing dresses without leggings because she’s impervious to the cold.  She meets lovely French grad students with blonde hair and adorable hound’s-tooth coats.  She sings along to Magnetic Fields’ songs that she’s never heard of and calls them Magnetic Fish.  She creates bad 80’s British commercials with La petit chaton sexy (a.k.a. Chars) called “Simply PBR.”

She woos cab drivers with her rendition of Chunari Chunari sung entirely in Hindi.  She pretends to be the server at Marathon on 40th with the stuck-up waiters and pisses of the bartender (sorry bartender guy; we were more mocking the empty-brained hostess than you).  She randomly decides to cut her hair @ Saturn Club and dye it pink.  She has conversations with friends in the morning between snores.  She has spontaneous photo sessions with her best friend on the couch (Rules: take a point & shoot camera; shout out a word; make corresponding faces; and shoot!  Meerkat!).

She bitches about Wharton MBAs and their superficial, vapid speech (not all, mostly the M&A fnce guys), yet she wants a Wharton license plate holder.  She treks an hour from 47th and 2nd to 53rd and 6th and back just to get her favorite food truck food.  (It’s half a block from MoMA.  This delicious treat is only $6 and you can split it into 2 meals.  Where can you get something that delicious in NYC and be full for $3?)

She laughs and laughs and laughs without wondering when was the last time she’s laughed so much in a weekend?  She drinks side cars during brunch and giggles at Kevin and Seth’s jokes.  Interrupting cow?  She said it, a.k.a. ze French ‘that’s what she said.’   She treks out to Northeast Philly to watch Winnie the Pooh for the first time with a 3 year old.  She loves to eat burritos from Qdoba even though she’s visiting from Cali.  She eats gigantic plates of all you can eat sushi and almost passes out from the sheer quantity. She remembers that she forgot to take pictures of said sushi on said gigantic plates.  She eats Jim’s Cheesesteaks for the first time, even though she lived in Philly for 4 years.  (She thinks it’s silly that Microsoft Word thinks Cheesesteaks is not a word.)  She explores Roosevelt Island with Jaime looking for the “Korean BBQ” place called New Lok Kee before realizing that Google Maps has placed the pin in the East River.  She liked Goodburger.

She misses the tiny mice in Septa and wonders why she hasn’t seen any this time.  She’s sad that Zanzibar Blue and Stripped Bass have closed.  She doesn’t understand why the Black Cat is gone and some furniture store has replaced EMS. She forgot to visit the mural she helped paint or to call Cris when she was in New York.  She misses the old Philly, loves the new Philly, and is always finding something new in New York.  She wants to move back someday.  She got mistaken for a grad student, maybe even a French grad student, twice.

I really enjoy this Jany.  It’s 2 am on Tuesday, the day I must return to the Bay Area, my cat in Oakland, and work on Wednesday.  But can I keep this Jany?  Just for a bit longer?

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I’m Sorry That I Love You

>First I’m typing on a French keyboard so sorry for the typos. I’m having such a wonderful time back here. >Despite the snow, the atmosphere is such a change from the Bay Area. Maybe that’s why I love it so much. It’s just something different.

In any case I went to a lovely show this evening called 69 love songs something or other. >It was featured in the Philadelphia Weekly and my friend Char’s BF was playing and it was lovely.  >I can’t stop thinking about the follozing  two songs. It’s exactly what I’m feeling about Ty.

Here’s the song and the lyrics: Magnetic Fields

A single rose in your garden dwells
Like any rose it’s not itself
It is my love in your garden grows
but let’s pretend it’s just a rose
Well I’m sorry that I love you
It’s a phase that I’m going through
There is nothing that I can do
and I’m sorry that I love you
Do not listen to my song
Don’t remember it, don’t sing along
Let’s pretned it’s a work of art
Let’s pretend it’s not my heart…
The rose will fade when summer’s gone
The song will fade and I’ll be gone
because my heart is dying too
and it’s all the same to you

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I don’t actually know a lot about the band but I really related to this song… until this one came on and I realized that I’m really not in the same place anymore.  It’s been a tough 10 months but I’m finally moving on… I think.

Magnetic Fields (again)

you wanna know if we fell in love too fast
you wanna know if this is well too good to last
you’re asking the wrong questions
you’re opening the wrong doors
i love you, i can’t touch you anymore

i can’t touch you anymore, there’s so much to hate you for
i love you, i can’t touch you anymore

you wanna tell me 50 ways you’ve left your lovers
you wanna tell me how you’ve loved 200 others
you’re asking the wrong questions
you’re opening the wrong doors
i love you, i can’t touch you anymore

i can’t touch you anymore, there’s so much to hate you for
i love you, i can’t touch you anymore

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It’s just how I’m feeling right now. More detailed (sober) analysis post-trip.

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