Kanoyama: 175 2nd Avenue  New York, NY 10003

Momofuku Milk Bar: 251 E 13th St # A New York, NY 10003

 After a celebratory St Patty’s Day I was really looking forward to a relaxing Sunday. I went to the gym to burn off yesterday’s alcohol and pizza, but I don’t know how productive it was since I spent the majority of the expedition texting (what? I was on the bike!), and then I showered and settled in to start Book #2 of the Hunger Games. I scheduled dinner with 2 friends for later so I wouldn’t get antsy in my apartment.

 After reading only G-d knows (I know too) how many pages I realize I have to get up to go the lady’s room, because I haven’t moved in quite a long time. I decide to take a brief reprieve and check my phone, and see that my dinner plans friend has called.  Slight panic creeps inside me: She’s cxling! She’s changed the place to something really unhealthy! No, I didn’t answer in time and she went for linner. Plans foiled!

 Nope, she’s gone for a walk with our other friend and wants to know if I want to join them.

 “No, but if you sit outside somewhere I’ll meet you.” (I didn’t want to give up on Hunger Games quite yet).

“I think we might sit at BBar.”

“K, let me know!”

 Legitimatley 2 minutes later I receive a text, “we’re outside BBar.”

 I realize I’ve been sitting inside like a cavewoman and need to get myself together.

 “Are you guys wearing leggings, because I am?”…a minute later “Nevermind, I’m not changing.”

 I throw on lipgloss and sunglasses, debate about wearing a scarf (veto it), and head out.

 As soon as I get there…

 “I love your lipgloss!”

“Thanks!”

 I see they’re wearing spring attire on their feet, while I’m sporting my new sneakers (girlyfoodie + Justin Bieber = same closet). Win some you lose some.

 “You have to go inside to get a drink.”

 …decisions, decisions. Get the drink before I get settled, or hear stories and then get a drink? I don’t know! I don’t know!

 “You do not want to know what we’ve eaten already today…”

 I guess I’ll wait to get the drink.

 “I’ve had the worst day!”

“She’s had the worst day!”

 (sometimes they mimic each other)

 They went to support their friend who ran the half marathon, and on the train ride home a runner puked on my friend.

 “She puked on me”

“She got puked on!”

“The lady said it was spit up, but I got thrown up on.”

“She had the worst day!”

 Drink time.

 Bartender lady was sort of a biotch. She was wearing a beanie, and I immediately wasn’t her biggest fan (she wasn’t mine either). She took forever to pour me my beer (Listen lady, I am having serious FOMO, and I didn’t bring my phone to distract me. HAND ME MY DRINK so I can go back outside and socialize!).

 When I return:

 “I want guacamole.”

“We’re eating dinner soon.”

“Should we get guacamole?”

“Well, with the kind of day we’re already havin…”

“I want to have room for dinner.”

“Where should we go for dinner?”

“I still want guacamole.”

Dinner plans are decided on. We shall go to Kanoyama. Sushi, a few blocks away.

 “Should we get the sushi for 3?”

“Do you want sushi pieces?”

“It’s like sashimi with rice underneath.”

“Should we do it?”

“I want a seaweed salad”

 Waitress comes over.

 “We’ll have the sushi for 3 please”

 “It really is such a great deal. We’ll definitely be happy with it.”

 Turns out we were really happy with it: wide assortment and TONS of sushi. It’s hard to feel fat and weighed down from sushi. Although I always say it just takes that one last piece to put you over the edge. We ended up leaving 3 pieces behind on the oversized plate. Probably so later we could say we didn’t eat the whole thing.

 Conversation shifts:

 “I got my palm read on a date, and the fortune teller said I’m going to have a baby…soon. And it was really awkward, because it was our first date.”

 ..

 “I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“I’m going to get so fat.”

“I don’t think you will.”

“My face will be huge.”

“I’m going to have a c-secton”

 …

I should point out that there is a couple sitting 6 inches away from us not even speaking to one another, and just listening to our conversation. GET YOUR OWN CONVERSATION AND STOP JUDGING US. What kind of couple are you that just sit there and hold hands over your miso soup?  I’m realizing it’s a pattern that my neighboring patrons always seem to be listening to my conversation. Do I have weird conversations? Am I just loud (yes, I’m definitely loud)? Am I paranoid? Or am I just THAT interesting?

 “Where is our check?”

“Is she ignoring us?”

“I’m getting antsy.”

“We’re still going to Momofuku Milk Bar right?”

“Yep!”

“There’s a line. I’m cold, I’m going home.” (man down, she leaves but turns around twice to see if we’re still on line…we are)

 I have never been to Momofuku Milk Bar before, I’m not goin’ anywhere.

 “What do I order here?”

“Everything is amazing.”

 I end up ordering the peanutbutter cookie, and shove it in my sweatshirt pocket. I stroll home and do back to back conversation with my dad, and then my mom.

 As I’m heading into the elevator, my impatience gets the best of me, and I start chomping on my cookie. It was SO delicious! Unfortunately I was holding in my delight so my mom wouldn’t ask me why I was making such weird noises.

 My mom pauses for a second, “What are you eating?”

 “Celery.”

Kanoyama (seaweed salad)

That is a lot of sesame seeds. My friend wanted a seaweed salad with her sushi combo. She said it had “a lot of different types of seaweed in it.”

Kanoyama (miso soup).

Sushi for 3 comes with a choice of soup or salad. I opted for soup, and it was a great start to the meal.

Kanoyama  [Click the photo above to go to  Kanoyama’s website]

You can see my friend’s claws going at the sushi as I try to take a picture of it. I attacked piece after piece.

Momofuku Milk Bar [Click the photo above to go to  Momofuku’s website]

I know they look like regular cookies, but they are definitely not. My friend got the  cornflake marshmallow chocolate chip and the blueberries and cream cookie. I opted for simple peanut butter. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. It was so gooey. I hesitated in turning on the television, because I didn’t want to stop eating my snack.

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