Wednesday, August 1
I had Cookie Crisp for breakfast. I tend to like things that I liked when I was a kid. Even my cereal is retro: Right now I have Cookie Crisp, Lucky Charms, Smacks, Fruity Pebbles, Apple Jacks. What I’d really like but my supermarket doesn’t have is Count Chocula. I tend to sleep late. When you get up at 1 p.m. or 2 p.m., you tend to feel anxiety because the day is half-done, so you forget to eat.
Later I went to my studio on 38th Street, where I am every hour when I don’t have a gig. I got two slices of plain pizza at the local pizza place. And I had a Welch’s grape juice.
Then I was at the studio all night, skipped dinner, and then went to a couple events and ended up at GoldBar around 2:30 a.m. where they serve amazing food. I had French fries with truffle oil and a grilled cheese cut up into small pieces with prosciutto. I don’t drink — never had a sip — so I asked Rob and Steve, who run the place, could I have one of their creative drinks without liquor. They gave me a sort of ginger and strawberry soda-juice.
Tuesday, July 31
I had a bunch of meetings so I did what I shouldn’t be doing— I woke up and left without eating food. At 4 p.m. I had lunch at Balthazar. I had the chicken club and a pineapple juice.
I ordered dinner from Daisy May’s from my studio. They’re one of the few restaurants that goes anywhere in the city. I order from home often. I had a barbecue brisket sandwich with a side of creamed spinach, sweet potatoes, and creamed corn. At 4 a.m. I ordered from Sarge’s Deli. They also deliver anywhere, anytime. I had a corned beef with Swiss, not melted — I don’t like when they melt the Swiss like a Reuben — mustard, half-sour pickles, cream soda, and a black-and-white cookie. And yes, I still weigh only 127 pounds. I haven’t broken 130 yet. Don’t ask — it’s a miracle.
Monday, July 30
Around 3 p.m. I ordered from the Silver Star: grilled Swiss with bacon on rye, chicken noodle soup, and a fruit salad.
I had a fairly late dinner, around 10 p.m., at the Pink Tea Cup: The barbecue pork chop. For my sides I had string beans, corn, and of course I had to order mac 'n' cheese and yam. I had a lemonade and some sweet-potato pie for dessert. I love the jukebox there — the second I go in there, I put in five singles. They have an option to pay more and make your songs skip to the front. I always do that to piss everyone off. The second I come in, you’ll hear Luther Vandross, Chaka Khan, and Keith Sweat.
Sunday, July 29
I had lunch at Via Quadronno, one of my favorites. They have lots of sandwiches that aren’t the norm — I had the four-cheese sandwich and also a plate of Parmesan and prosciutto, and a peach juice. And a hazelnut gelato.
That night I went to Shun Lee for a father-son dinner. I got crispy shredded beef, garlic sautéed string beans, Shanghai soup dumplings with pork and crabmeat, and a vegetable fried rice and ginger ale.
Saturday, July 28
I had Lucky Charms. For lunch at Via Quadronno, I had an open-face crabmeat sandwich and a peach juice.
I went to Tomoe Sushi. It’s one of my favorite sushi places along with Sushi of Gari and Sushi Seki. I often go to Seki at 2 a.m. and sit at the sushi bar by myself. The highlight at Tomoe was the spicy squid salad, and I had a whole lot of sushi.
Friday, July 27
I went to D.C. to D.J. at a massive new club, Ibiza. On the train I had a turkey-and-Swiss sandwich and a granola bar by Bare Naked. I asked the server for a Bare Naked, and she looked at me like I was insane. She’s like, “Oh, the granola.”
Before my nap at the Mandarin Oriental, I ordered a cheese plate from room service and a strawberry-mango sorbet. I woke up and had a spaghetti and meatballs and a tomato, onion, and blue-cheese salad. When I got home, I had buffalo wings and another strawberry sorbet. I tend to eat a lot when I’m in a hotel, because I like the menu so I just keep ordering.